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  • 13-10-1974
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    Gum Tree Canoe (aka The Tombigbee River)
    Composer(s): S.S. Steele - A.F. Winnemore
    Performer(s): John Hartford; Frank Crumit



    On Tombigbee river so bright I was born
    In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn
    An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true
    An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe

    Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
    Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe

    All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe
    I tink of my Jula an sing as I go
    Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue
    An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe
    Singing row away

    Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
    Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe

    Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar
    I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar
    While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true
    An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe
    Singing row away

    Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
    Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe



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    C'est À Mayerling Composer(s): Francis Lai - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



    Tu jubiles sous le déluge
    Je me noie sous deux gouttes d'eau
    Tu dis que Venise est à Bruges
    Je dis que Londres est à Bordeaux

    Sur l'art de refaire le monde
    Le désaccord est immédiat
    Notre mésentente est profonde
    L'un est à hue et l'autre est à dia

    Nos divergences sont si pures
    Et nos conflits si généreux
    Vivons ensemble et je te jure
    Que nous serons très malheureux

    Toujours pressé, tu fais la course
    Sans crier gare, montre en main
    Je m'attarde sur la Grande Ourse
    Je musarde sur le chemin

    En bonne mésintelligence
    Nous marchons à pas inégaux
    Désunis jusque dans la danse
    Tu es valse et je suis tango

    Nos divergences sont si pures
    Et nos conflits si généreux
    Vivons ensemble et je te jure
    Que nous serons très malheureux

    Pour éviter toute harmonie
    Soignons notre jardin secret
    Semons un peu de zizanie
    Voici quelques graines d'ivraie

    Croquons la pomme de discorde
    Cherchons quatorze heures à midi
    Sur la place de la Concorde
    Empruntons les sens interdits

    Nos divergences sont si pures
    Et nos conflits si généreux
    Vivons ensemble et je te jure
    Que nous serons très malheureux

    Quand tu auras cessé de feindre
    De ne pas avoir lu ces lignes
    Je t'en supplie, viens me rejoindre
    C'est trop gai sans toi Mayerling



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    42nd Street
    Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren
    Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters;
    and various other artists



    Come and meet those dancing feet
    On the avenue I'm taking you to
    Forty-Second Street
    Hear the beat of dancing feet
    It's the song I love the melody of
    Forty-Second Street
    Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
    Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
    They're side by side, they're glorified
    Where the underworld can meet the elite
    Forty-Second Street

    Come and meet those dancing feet
    On the avenue I'm taking you to
    Forty-Second Street
    Hear the beat of dancing feet
    It's the song I love the melody of
    Forty-Second Street
    Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
    Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
    They're side by side, they're glorified
    Where the underworld can meet the elite
    Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty
    Forty-Second Street




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    12-10-1974
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    Guitar Man
    Composer(s): David Gates
    First release by: Bread - 1972
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
    Baby it's the guitar man
    Who's gonna steal the show, you know
    Baby it's the guitar man

    He can make you love, he can make you cry
    He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
    Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
    To find another place to play

    Night after night who treats you right
    Baby it's the guitar man
    Who's on the radio, you go listen
    To the guitar man

    Then he comes to town, and you see his face
    And you think you might like to take his place
    Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
    Searchin' for the songs to play

    Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along
    You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
    Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
    And take them home

    He can make you love, he can get you high
    He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
    Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
    What it is that makes him go

    Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
    The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
    But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
    Another place to play
    Anyway got to play, anyway
    Got to play



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    C'est À L'aube Composer(s): Flavien Monod - Philippe Gérard Performer(s): Yves Montand



    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    Qu'on achève les blessés
    Qu'on réveille les condamnés
    Qui ne reviendront jamais
    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    À l'heure triste où le jour point
    Qu'on regarde son destin
    Dans les yeux
    À la croisée des chemins
    Les hommes crispent leurs poings
    Pour l'adieu
    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    De demain

    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    Que se meurent les amours
    Que l'on renie les "toujours"
    Quand va se lever le jour
    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    À l'heure triste où le jour point
    Qu'on se blottit dans un coin
    Malheureux
    C'est l'heure où ma main
    Cherche vainement ta main
    D'homme heureux
    C'est à l'aube
    C'est à l'aube
    De demain

    Mais à l'aube
    Mais à l'aube
    Renaissent tous les espoirs
    Et l'amour des grands départs
    Vers les mondes de l'espoir
    Mais à l'aube
    Mais à l'aube
    Au matin de nos destins
    S'éveillent des lendemains
    Merveilleux
    Dans la gloire du matin
    J'ai le monde dans ma main
    Ah! mon Dieu
    Car c'est l'aube
    Car c'est l'aube
    C'est demain!



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    Forty-Five Minutes From Broadway
    Composer(s): George M. Cohan
    Performer(s): James Cagney; William Bolcom



    The west so they say
    Is the home of the jay
    And Missouri's the state
    That can grind them

    This may all be
    But just take it from me
    You don't have to go out west to find them

    If you want to see the real jay delegation
    The place where the real rubens dwell
    Just hop on a train at the grand central station
    Get off when they shout "new Rochelle!"

    Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
    Think of the changes it brings
    For the short time it takes
    What a diff'rence it makes
    In the ways of the people and things

    Oh! what a fine bunch of rubens
    Oh! what a jay atmosphere
    They have whiskers like hay
    And imagine Broadway
    Only forty-five minutes from here

    When bunco men hear that their game is so near
    They'll be swarming here thicker than bees are
    In barnum's best days
    Why he never saw jays
    That were easier to get to than these are

    You tell them old jokes
    And they laugh till they sicken
    There's giggles and grins here to let
    I told them that one about "why does a chicken?"
    The rubens are all laughing yet!

    Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
    Not a cafe in the town
    Oh! the place is a bird
    No one here ever heard
    Of Delmonico, rector or browne

    With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift
    If you open a bottle of beer
    You're a sport
    So they say
    And imagine Broadway
    Only forty-five minutes from here




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    11-10-1974
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    The Green Manalishi (With the Two-Prong Crown)
    Composer(s): Peter Green
    First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1970
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
    The night is so black that the darkness cooks
    Don't you come creepin' around
    makin' me do things I don't want to
    Can't believe that you need my love so bad
    Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad

    Bustin' in on my dreams
    making me see things I don't wanna see

    'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
    All my tryin' is up
    all your bringin' is down

    Just taking my love then slippin' away
    Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense
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    C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense
    Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
    Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



    Lorsque sa bouche à mon oreille vient murmurer
    mille mots tendr's, mille merveilles, mille secrets
    c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
    et que j'espère et que j'attends

    lorsque ses lèvres sur les miennes vienn'nt se poser
    et qu'il me tient entre ses bras très fort serrée
    c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
    et que j'espère et que j'attends
    l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant

    un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
    mais déjà le lendemain
    il n'est plus le même
    je ne suis plus rien

    lorsque ses yeux au fond des miens viennent plonger
    et que mes cheveux par sa main sont caressés
    c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
    et que j'espère et que j'attends
    l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant

    un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
    mais déjà le lendemain
    il n'est plus le même
    je ne suis plus rien

    et lorsque pour une autre fille un beau matin
    il m'a quitté, laissée seule avec mon chagrin
    c'est à l'amour auquel je songe
    je me demande a ce moment
    s'il n'existe que dans les songes
    ou bien vraiment



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    Forty Years On
    Composer(s): John Farmer
    Performer(s): Reggie Goff



    Forty years on, when afar and asunder
    Parted are those who are singing today
    When you look back, and forgetfully wonder
    What you were like in your work and your play
    Then, it may be, there will often come o'er you
    Glimpses of notes like the catch of a song
    Visions of boyhood shall float them before you
    Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along

    Chorus
    Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up!
    Till the field ring again and again
    With the tramp of the twenty-two men
    Follow up! Follow up!

    Routs and discomfitures, rushes and rallies
    Bases attempted, and rescued, and won
    Strife without anger, and art without malice
    How will it seem to you, forty years on?
    Then, you will say, not a feverish minute
    Strained the weak heart and the wavering knee
    Never the battle raged hottest, but in it
    Neither the last nor the faintest, were we!

    Chorus

    O the great days, in the distance enchanted
    Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun
    How we rejoiced as we struggled and panted
    Hardly believable, forty years on!
    How we discoursed of them, one with another
    Auguring triumph, or balancing fate
    Loved the ally with the heart of a brother
    Hated the foe with a playing at hate!

    Chorus

    Forty years on, growing older and older
    Shorter in wind, as in memory long
    Feeble of foot, and rheumatic of shoulder
    What will it help you that once you were strong?
    God give us bases to guard or beleaguer
    Games to play out, whether earnest or fun
    Fights for the fearless, and goals for the eager
    Twenty, and thirty, and forty years on!

    Chorus

    Blazoned in honour! For each generation
    You kindled courage to stand and to stay
    You led our fathers to fight for the nation
    Called "Follow up" and yourself showed the way
    We who were born in the calm after thunder
    Cherish our freedom to think and to do
    If in our turn we forgetfully wonder
    Yet we'll remember we owe it to you




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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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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'est À Hambourg
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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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    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

    Chorus:
    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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    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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