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  • 10-10-1974
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    The Green Grass Grew All Around
    Composer(s): William Jerome - Harry Von Tilzer



    Little Johnnie Green, Little Sallie Brown spooning in the park with the grass all around
    Underneath a tree, they were making love, gazing at the silver stars above
    John said "Sallie our love will grow, I've got money said Sal, you know
    And if you will share my lot I'll give you all I've got"

    Head upon his breast Little Sallie Brown Cooche
    Cooche Coo with the grass all around, now and then a kiss, then a loving sigh, what would popsey do if ma should die
    John said Sallie when we are wed, I'll bring breakfast to you in bed
    Come on dear just one more squeeze
    Give me your bank book please

    After they were wed, I can cook she said Fried a piece of steak with the grass all around
    Made some biscuits too, which poor Johnnie ate
    Doctor, came, but then it was too late
    John delirious starts to rave, three days after he's in his grave
    All his happy days are gone, home cooking killed poor John!

    And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
    And each little bird in the tree top high said "Oh you Kid" and winked his eye
    And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
    With all your gold my turtle dove, said he "How can you doubt my love?"
    And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around

    And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
    And each little bird in the tree top high sang "Oh you Kid"
    "You're some wise guy!" and the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
    John fancied he heard some one say, there's always one born every day
    And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around

    And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
    And each little bird in the tree top high sand "Oh you John"
    Goodbye, goodbye!
    And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
    The biscuits he could not digest, were laid away with John to rest
    And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around



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    C'est À Hambourg Composer(s): Claude Delécluse - Marguerite Monnot First release by: Edith Piaf - 1955



    C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
    A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
    C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
    A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
    Hello boy! You come with me?
    Amigo! Te quiero mucho!
    Liebling! Kom dort mit mir!
    C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
    Quand les nuages vont à pas lents
    Comme s'en vont les lourds chalands
    Le long des quais, crevant d'ennui
    C'est à Hambourg ou bien ailleurs
    Qu'à tous les gars en mal d'amour
    Qu'à tous les gars, depuis toujours
    Moi j'balance du rêve en plein coeur...
    C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
    A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
    C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
    A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
    C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
    Qu'il a posé ses mains sur moi
    Et qu'il m'a fait crier de joie
    En me serrant fort contre lui
    M'a dit "je t'aime!" à plus finir
    "Laisse donc là tous tes marins!
    Laisse donc la mer, et puis viens!
    Moi, j'ai du bonheur à t'offrir..."
    "Ma p'tite gueule..."
    C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
    Dans les bastringues à matelots
    Que je trimballe encore ma peau
    Les bras ouverts à l'infini...
    Car moi je suis comme la mer
    J'ai l' coeur trop grand pour un seul gars
    J'ai l' coeur trop grand et c'est pour ça
    Qu' j'ai pris l'amour sur toute la terre...
    C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
    A White Chapel, ou Bornéo...
    So long, boy...
    Adios, amigo...
    Nacher, Schatz...
    ...Au r'voir, p'tite gueule!...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Forty Shades Of Green
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    Forty Shades Of Green
    Composer(s): Johnny Cash
    Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
    and various other artists



    I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
    from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Donaghdee
    I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibereen
    the moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green

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    But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
    and most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
    again I want to see and do the things we’ve done and seen
    where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and there’s Forty Shades of Green

    I wish I could spend an hour at Dublin’s churning surf
    I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
    to see again the thatching of the straw the women glean
    I’d walk from Cork to Larne to see the Forty Shades of Green




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    09-10-1974
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    The Green Door
    Composer(s): Bob Davie - Marvin Moore
    First release by: Jim Lowe With the High Fives - 1956
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Midnight
    One more night without sleepin'
    Uuh, Watchin'
    Till that mornin' comes creepin'
    Green door
    What's that secret you're keepin'?

    There's an old piano and they play it hot
    Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
    Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
    Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
    Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
    What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)

    Knocked once
    Tried to tell them I'd been there
    Door slammed!
    Hospitality's thin there
    Wonder
    Just what's going on in there

    Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
    Behind the green door (Green Door)
    When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
    Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door)
    All I want to do is join the happy crowd
    Behind the green door! (Green Door)

    Midnight
    One more night without sleepin'
    Watchin'
    Till that mornin' comes creepin'
    Green door
    What's that secret you're keepin'?

    There's an old piano and they play it hot
    Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
    Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
    Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
    Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
    What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)

    Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
    Behind the green door (Green Door)
    When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
    Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh)
    All I want to do is join the happy crowd
    Behind the green door! (Green Door)

    Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
    What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Those Little Things
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    Those Little Things
    ((Adapted from: Ces Petits Riens (Serge Gainsbourg) - 1964))
    ((Italian Version: Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti) - 2006))
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Boris Bergman - Paul Ives
    Performer(s): Carla Bruni - 2006



    No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you
    'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel
    Remember to forget, pretend you never knew
    To beat the best and you don't leave a clue

    No, nothing but the best was not enought for you
    You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true
    But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new
    Those little things that never leave a clue

    If nothing but the best means nothing much to you
    Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
    I'll never be your second best as others number two
    One litlle thing that just won't let you choose

    No, nothing but the best anda nothing less will do
    It's more or less that loneliness I knew
    But you, you had me market initials black and blue
    Those little things that never laid a clue

    If nothing but the best means nothing much
    Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
    I'll never be your second best as others number two
    One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
    One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
    One litlle thing that just won't let you choose



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Forty Days
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    Forty Days ((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955)) Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Ronnie Hawkins Performer(s): Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks - 1959 and multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1964 - Rien Que Huit Jours (Johnny Hallyday) 1979 - Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys)



    I'm gonna give you 40 days to get back home
    I'm gonna call up a gypsy woman on the telephone
    I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
    The will be the very thing that suits you
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
    I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
    The will be the very thing that suits you
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

    I'm gonna talked to the Judge in private early this mornin'
    He nearly took me to the Sheriff's Office to sign a warnin'
    They gonna fore charge again' ya
    That will be the very thing that'll send ya
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
    I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
    The will be the very thing that suits you
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days

    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    Oh, 40 days (40 days)
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
    I'm gonna fore charge again' ya
    That will be the very thing that'll send ya
    I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days



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    08-10-1974
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    The Greatest Song I've Ever Heard
    Performer(s): The New Seekers



    Now, the greenest green I've ever seen, was the grass on which you lay
    and the bluest blue was in my eyes, when you said you couldn't stay
    and the biggest loss I ever took was, losing what we'd begun
    and the greatest song I've ever heard, was the one we never sung

    Now, the reddest red, I've always said, is the sunset coming down
    soon the blackest night that kills the light, is the only thing around
    And the downest down I've ever been was, when I knew my race was run
    and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung

    Time will keep the pain, they say, and we'll live to love another day
    if you want to win, you've got to play the game

    Now, the greyest grey came on the day, we were standing in the rain
    and the hardest hurt I've ever known, was when you tried to ease the pain
    and the longest day in history is waiting till my crying's done
    and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung

    And the saddest song I've ever heard was the one we fin'lly sung



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ces Petits Riens
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    Ces Petits Riens Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 2006 - Those Little Things (Carla Bruni) 2006 - Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti)



    Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
    Que n'pas penser du tout
    Rien c'est déjà
    Rien c'est déjà beaucoup
    On se souvient de rien
    Et puisqu'on oublie tout
    Rien c'est bien mieux
    Rien c'est bien mieux que tout

    Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
    Que de penser à vous
    Ça n'me vaut rien
    Ça n'me vaut rien du tout
    Comme si de rien
    N'était je pense à tous
    Ces petits riens
    Qui me venaient de vous

    Si c'était trois fois rien
    Trois fois rien entre nous
    Evidemment
    Ça ne fait pas beaucoup
    Ce sont ces petits riens
    Que j'ai mis bout à bout
    Ces petits riens
    Qui me venaient de vous

    Mieux vaut pleurer de rien
    Que de rire de tout
    Pleurer pour un rien
    C'est déjà beaucoup
    Mais vous vous n'avez rien
    Dans le cœur et j'avoue
    Je vous envie
    Je vous en veux beaucoup

    Ce sont ces petits riens
    Qui me venaient de vous
    Les voulez-vous?
    Tenez! Que voulez-vous?
    Moi je ne veux pour rien
    Au monde plus rien de vous
    Pour être à vous
    Faut être à moitié fou



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Forty Cups Of Coffee
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    Forty Cups Of Coffee
    Composer(s): Danny Overbea
    Performer(s): Bill Haley;
    and various other artists



    Pace the floor, stop and stare
    I drink a cup of coffee and start pulling out my hair
    I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

    A quarter to twelve and you're still not in
    The way you run around is a doggone sin
    I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

    A quarter to three, I start watching the clock
    The phone won't ring, so I'm waiting for your knock
    I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

    Quarter to four, you ain't got home yet
    I try to be cool and smoke a cigarette
    I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home

    You knock on the door about a quarter to five
    I wanna hug you and kiss you, say thank heaven you're alive
    I drank forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee
    Forty cups of coffee, but I'm glad you finally came home




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    07-10-1974
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    The Greatest Mistake Of My Life
    Composer(s): James Netson
    Performer(s): Sam Browne with Ambrose & his Orch.
    and multiple other artists



    The greatest mistake of my life
    Was saying goodbye to you
    I'm alone and blue and believe it's true
    I pray you may forgive someday
    I'm sorry I want you to know
    But if there's a debt I owe
    I feel that I have paid and know that I have made
    The greatest mistake of my life



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ces Mots Stupides
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    Ces Mots Stupides ((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967)) Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Maurice Tézé Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967 and multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus) 1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti) 1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg) 1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal) 2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) 2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



    Je sais que tôt ou tard
    Tu voudras bien sortir un soir
    En camarade, avec moi
    J'essaierai d'être gai
    Pour te faire rire, mais je sais
    Que je ne verrais que toi!
    Et quand nous serons las d'avoir dansé
    Nous irons prendre un dernier verre, quand même
    C'est là que je gâcherai tout...
    En te Disant ces mots stupides
    "Je t'aime!"
    Et dans tes yeux je lirai
    Que j'ai trahi notre amitié
    Que je suis comme les autres!
    Bien vite je m'en irai
    Sans même te dire que si je t'aime
    Ce n'est pas de ma faute!
    Cela fait si longtemps
    Que je suis là, le cœur battant
    A ne plus penser qu'à toi!
    A guetter ton regard
    En espérant toujours y voir
    Un peu de tendresse pour moi!
    Mais... si à cet instant
    Très doucement je sens ta main
    Se poser sur le mienne...
    De joie, je crois, je pleurerai
    En répétant ces mots stupides
    "Je t'aime!"
    Mais... si à cet instant
    Très doucement, je sens ta main
    Se poser sur la mienne...
    De joie, je crois, je pleurerai
    En répétant ces mots stupides
    "Je t'aime! Je t'aime! Je t'aime!"



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    Fortuosity
    Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman
    Performer(s): Tommy Steele;
    and various other artists



    Well now, ain't this an elegant neighborhood
    All the residents dressed so fine
    One day off the boat am I
    With a job that's nearly mine
    'Tis a job with an elegant millionaire
    And his elegant family
    Today I move from immigrant to high society
    Now you may call that luck
    And you may call it fortune,
    But me, meself, I call it.....

    Fortuosity, that's me byword
    Fortuosity, me twinkle in the eye word
    Sometimes castles fall to the ground
    But that's where four leaf clovers are found

    Fortuosity, lucky chances
    Fortuitious little happy happen-stances
    I don't worry 'cause everywhere I see
    That every bit of life is lit by Fortuosity

    Fortuosity, that's me own word
    Fortuosity, me never feel alone word
    `Round the corner, under a tree
    Good fortune's waitin', just wait and see

    Fortuosity, lucky chances
    Fortuitious little happy happen-stances
    I keep smilin', 'cause my philosophy
    Is do your best and leave the rest to Fortuosity

    I keep smilin', 'cause my philosophy
    Is do your best and leave the rest to Fortuosity!




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    06-10-1974
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    The Greatest Man I Never Knew
    Composer(s): Richard Leigh - Layng Martine Jr.
    Performer(s): Benny Neyman & Toni Willé



    The greatest man I never knew
    Lived just down the hall
    And everyday we said hello
    But never touched at all
    He was in his paper
    I was in my room
    How was I to know
    He thought I hung the moon

    The greatest man I never knew
    Came home late every night
    He never had too much to say
    Too much was on his mind
    I never really knew him
    And now it seems so sad
    Everything he gave to us
    Took all he had

    Then the days turned to years
    And the memories to black and white
    He grew cold like an old winter wind
    Blowing across my life

    The greatest words I never heard
    I guess I’ll never hear
    The man I thought could never die
    ‘s Been dead almost a year
    He was good at business
    There was business left to do
    He never said he loved me
    Guess he thought I knew



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.People Such As These
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    People Such As These ((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Fabien Passant - Bruno Bouchegnies - Lydia Ruddy Performer(s): The Walkabouts - 2001

    Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List) 1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen) 1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber) 2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    To begin, to begin, there is the first born
    He who is like a melon
    He who has a big nose
    He who doesn't know his name
    Because he drinks a lot
    And he's been drunk-- for a long time
    Does nothing with ten fingers
    He can do no more than that
    Completely cooked
    Sees himself as king
    Drunk every night
    On rotgut wine
    But you'll find him in the morning
    Sleeping in a church
    Stiff as a board
    White like the dove of Easter
    Sitting and stuttering
    Bleary eyed
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We do not think
    We do not think
    We only pray

    And then there is another
    With carrots in his hair
    Who never saw a wig a scamp with ticks
    Gives the shirt off his back
    To the happy poor
    He who married Denise
    A girl from the town
    Actually from another town
    And it's not finished

    He does his little business
    With his little hat
    His little coat, his little car
    Wants us to believe, he has style
    But he has none at all
    We shouldn't play rich
    When we don't have the money
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We don't live, sir
    We don't live, we trick

    And then there are the others
    The mother who says nothing
    Or spews, anything at all
    From evening to morning
    From beneath her pretty face
    Face like an apostle
    And in the wood frame
    The mustache of the father
    He who died in a fall
    He who watches his flock
    Graze on their cold soup
    He who makes big slurrps
    And now we see one of the very old

    One who doesn't stop shaking
    To whom nobody listens
    Though it's she who holds the cash
    But nobody listens
    To what her poor poor hands say
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We don't speak, sir
    People such as these
    We just calculate

    And then and then
    And then there's Frida
    Beautiful like the sun
    Who loves me the same
    Who I love, Frida
    Even though we often said
    We would own a house
    With many windows
    And few walls
    That we would live there
    And it'd be the good life
    Of course none of it was sure thing
    At best there was a small chance
    Because the others didn't want it
    'Cause the others didn't want it
    The others they talk like this
    They say she's too pretty for me
    They say I am only good enough
    To slit the throats of cats
    But I've never killed cats
    Or at least if I did, it was long ago
    Or maybe I just forgot
    Yes, if I did, it's because they stunk
    No, in the end they didn't want it
    No, in the end they didn't want it

    Sometimes when we meet
    We act like it's a coincidence
    And with teary eyes
    She says she'll leave
    She says she'll follow me
    And for one moment
    Only one moment
    That's what I believe
    Just for one moment
    That's what I believe
    Because from people such as these
    We do not escape
    Because from people such as these
    We do not escape
    I gotta go, I gotta go
    I gotta go



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fortune Teller
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    Fortune Teller
    Performer(s): Bobby Curtola



    Went to the fortune teller
    To have my fortune read
    I didn't what to tell her
    I had a dizzy feeling in my head

    Said she'd take a look at my palm
    Said "Son do you feel kind of warm?"
    And she looked into her crystal ball
    Said "You're in love"

    Said it could not be so
    Not with all the girls I know
    Said when the next one arrives
    Looking into her eyes

    I left there in a hurry
    Much to my big surprise
    The next thing I discovered
    The fortune teller told me lies

    So I ran back to that woman
    Mad as I could be
    Told her I didn't see nobody
    How she made a fool out of me

    At last something shook me
    As if it came down from above
    And now the fortune teller
    And I fell in love




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    05-10-1974
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    The Greatest Love Of All
    Composer(s): Michael Masser - Linda Creed
    First release by: George Benson - 1977
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I believe the children are our future
    Teach them well and let them lead the way
    Show them all the beauty they posses inside
    Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
    Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

    Everybody seaching for a hero
    People need someone to look up to
    I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs
    A lonely place to be, so I learned to depend on me

    I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow
    If I failed, if I succeed, at least I lived as I believed
    No matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity

    Because the greatest Love of all is happening to me
    I found the greatest love of all inside of me

    The greatest love of all
    Is easy to achieve learning to love yourself
    it is the greatest love of all

    And if by chance that special place that you've been dreaming of
    Leads you to a lonely place find you strength



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dat Soort Volk
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    Dat Soort Volk ((aka Dit Slag Volk ((Herman van Veen) - 1970))
    ((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena
    Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber)
    2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
    2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    Je hebt je hebt de oudste broer
    Zo'n vale, kale vent
    Stom als een mallemoer
    Die z'n eigen naam niet kent
    Die drinkt zoveel, meneer
    En die is zo vaak lam
    Dat 'ie zo ongeveer
    Niet ene moer meer kan
    Hij is volslagen maf
    Maar vindt zichzelf een heer
    Hij is elke avond zat
    Van wijn als kattepis
    En 's morgens zit 'ie mat
    Te maffen in de mis
    Stijf als een eiken bint
    Als 'n altaarkaars zo geel
    Hij stottert als een kind
    En hij is ook nog scheel
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Denkt niet na, meneer
    Dat denkt niet na
    Dat bidt

    En dan die andere broer:
    Z'n peenhaar heeft misschien
    Nog nooit een kam gezien
    En hij 's vals als een hoer
    Al geeft 'ie de armen dan
    De hemden van z'n gat
    Hij is getrouwd met An
    Zo'n meisje uit de stad
    Nou ja een andere stad
    Maar da's hem niet genoeg
    Hij scharrelt heel wat af
    Met actetas en das
    Dophoed en winterjas
    In z'n opgepoetste Daf
    Hij doet graag reuze sjiek
    Maar is het voor geen cent:
    Nou, als je 'n stuiver bent
    Speel dan niet voor een piek!
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Leeft niet echt, meneer
    Dat leeft niet echt
    Dat knoeit

    En dan de rest van 't stel:
    De moeder die stom lacht
    Of raaskalt als de hel
    Daarboven dag en nacht
    Besnord, bebaard, verstard
    Papa's vergeeld portret
    Hij stierf aan een zwak hart
    Bij 'n vreemde vrouw in bed
    Nu kijkt hij hoe z'n schaar
    Slurpt van de koude pap
    Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp
    Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp
    En die stokouwe vrouw
    Die altijd trilt en beeft
    Ze denken: sterf maar gauw
    Omdat zij centen heeft
    Ze zijn niet eens meer stil
    Als zij wat zeggen wil
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Praat nooit echt, meneer
    Dat praat nooit echt
    Dat telt

    En dan en dan en dan is er nog Jan
    Blij als een lentewei
    En hij houdt echt van mij
    Zoals ik hou van Jan
    En Jan zegt vaak: ik zal
    Een huis gaan bouwen, meid
    Met ramen overal
    En kamers, groot en wijd
    Daarin ga ik met jou
    Fijn wonen, zal je zien
    En al is 't nog niet gauw
    Het komt toch wel misschien
    Want de anderen willen 't niet
    De anderen willen 't niet
    Die zeggen strijk en zet:
    Jan is te goed voor jou:
    Ze vinden mij maar net
    Een kattemeppersvrouw
    'k Heb nooit een kat gevild
    Of 't moet lang geleden zijn
    Of 'k had het niet gewild
    Maar 't beest stonk naar azijn
    Nou ja, ze willen 't niet
    Nou ja, ze willen 't niet

    Als wij elkaar soms zien
    (Da's dan geen toeval hoor!)
    Dan zegt Jan: Meid, misschien
    Gaan wij er wel vandoor!
    Dan zegt 'ie: ik loop weg
    En dan heel eventjes
    Heel eventjes maar hoor
    Geloof ik wat hij zegt
    Meneer, heel eventjes
    Heel eventjes maar hoor
    Want weet u, dat soort volk, meneer
    Dat loopt niet weg
    Dat loopt niet weg, meneer
    Dat loopt niet weg

    Maar 't wordt al laat, meneer
    En ik moet echt naar huis



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    Fortune In Dreams
    Composer(s): Karl Raymond; Hal Stanley
    Performer(s): Kay Starr



    I've got a fortune
    A fortune in dreams
    That's how I measure
    My treasure of schemes

    I'm never poor
    If I can pretend
    I wouldn't take a million
    For the dreams that I spend

    With only daydreams to keep me at night
    I get along and I'm doin' alright

    I haven't got a bankful
    But I'm thankful to say
    I've got a fortune in dreams put away
    I've got a fortune in dreams

    I've got a fortune
    A fortune in dreams
    That's how I measure
    My treasure of schemes

    I'm never poor
    Not if I can pretend
    And I wouldn't take a million
    For the dreams that I spend

    With only daydreams to keep me at night
    I get along and I'm doin' alright

    I've leaned to love the
    Things in life that money can't buy
    That's why I see the sun
    And not the clouds up in the sky

    I haven't got a bankful
    But I'm thankful to say
    I've got a fortune in dreams put away
    I've got a fortune in dreams!




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    04-10-1974
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    Greatest
    Composer(s): Don Schlitz
    Performer(s): Kenny Rogers



    Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat
    Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball
    And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
    The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground

    Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred
    Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again
    And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
    The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground

    He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers

    Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
    Says, "I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one more time
    And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
    The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three

    Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball
    Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
    Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ces Gens-Là
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    Ces Gens-Là Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List) 1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen) 1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber) 2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts) 2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    D'abord il y a l'aîné
    Lui qui est comme un melon
    Lui qui a un gros nez
    Lui qui sait plus son nom
    Monsieur tellement qui boit
    Ou tellement qu'il a bu
    Qui fait rien de ses dix doigts
    Mais lui qui n'en peut plus
    Lui qui est complètement cuit
    Et qui se prend pour le roi
    Qui se saoule toutes les nuits
    Avec du mauvais vin
    Mais qu'on retrouve matin
    Dans l'église qui roupille
    Raide comme une saillie
    Blanc comme un cierge de Pâques
    Et puis qui balbutie
    Et qui a l'œil qui divague
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne pense pas Monsieur
    On ne pense pas on prie

    Et puis, il y a l'autre
    Des carottes dans les cheveux
    Qu'a jamais vu un peigne
    Ouest méchant comme une teigne
    Même qu'il donnerait sa chemise
    A des pauvres gens heureux
    Qui a marié la Denise
    Une fille de la ville
    Enfin d'une autre ville
    Et que c'est pas fini
    Qui fait ses petites affaires
    Avec son petit chapeau
    Avec son petit manteau
    Avec sa petite auto
    Qu'aimerait bien avoir l'air
    Mais qui n'a pas l'air du tout
    Faut pas jouer les riches
    Quand on n'a pas le sou
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne vit pas Monsieur
    On ne vit pas on triche

    Et puis, il y a les autres
    La mère qui ne dit rien
    Ou bien n'importe quoi
    Et du soir au matin
    Sous sa belle gueule d'apôtre
    Et dans son cadre en bois
    Il y a la moustache du père
    Qui est mort d'une glissade
    Et qui recarde son troupeau
    Bouffer la soupe froide
    Et ça fait des grands flchss
    Et ça fait des grands flchss
    Et puis il y a la toute vieille
    Qu'en finit pas de vibrer
    Et qu'on attend qu'elle crève
    Vu que c'est elle qu'a l'oseille
    Et qu'on écoute même pas
    Ce que ses pauvres mains racontent
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne cause pas Monsieur
    On ne cause pas on compte

    Et puis et puis
    Et puis il y a Frida
    Qui est belle comme un soleil
    Et qui m'aime pareil
    Que moi j'aime Frida
    Même qu'on se dit souvent
    Qu'on aura une maison
    Avec des tas de fenêtres
    Avec presque pas de murs
    Et qu'on vivra dedans
    Et qu'il fera bon y être
    Et que si c'est pas sûr
    C'est quand même peut-être
    Parce que les autres veulent pas
    Parce que les autres veulent pas
    Les autres ils disent comme ça
    Qu'elle est trop belle pour moi
    Que je suis tout juste bon
    A égorger les chats
    J'ai jamais tué de chats
    Ou alors y a longtemps
    Ou bien j'ai oublié
    Ou ils sentaient pas bon
    Enfin ils ne veulent pas
    Parfois quand on se voit
    Semblant que c'est pas exprès
    Avec ses yeux mouillants
    Elle dit qu'elle partira
    Elle dit qu'elle me suivra
    Alors pour un instant
    Pour un instant seulement
    Alors moi je la crois Monsieur
    Pour un instant
    Pour un instant seulement
    Parce que chez ces gens-là
    Monsieur on ne s'en va pas
    On ne s'en va pas Monsieur
    On ne s'en va pas
    Mais il est tard Monsieur
    Il faut que je rentre chez moi



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