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  • 15-02-1975
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    The Knife Feels Like Justice
    Composer(s): Brian Setzer
    Performer(s): Brian Setzer



    So you think that you have found
    A better life that you should live
    And you're through givin' it all away
    I wish there's something I could say
    Like the time you looked into the mirror
    And saw someone else lookin' back
    I wish I could find the words
    But there's nothing that even comes close

    'Cause there ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right through me
    There ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right by me
    And you can't go when the knife feels like justice

    When the sun dies down, the air grows cold
    And the moon plays tricks in the night
    Crawlin' low like a snake out of sight
    Your guide is the northern light
    You wanna laugh say I'm insane
    Don't have the sense to come in from the rain
    I know how to keep myself between the drops

    There ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right through me
    There ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right by me
    And you can't go when the knife feels like justice
    slip away
    slip away
    slip away
    slip away

    So you think that you have won me over
    By settin' me on fire
    With the sound of your beating heart
    And you're burnin' hot desire
    Like the time I looked at your reflections
    And saw someone else lookin' back
    It's a shame things happen that way
    'Cause there's no one that even comes close

    And there ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right through me
    There ain't nobody ever looked at me
    Without lookin' right by me
    And you can't go when the knife feels like justice
    I said you can't go on when the blade tears inside you
    You can't go on when the knife feels like justice



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    Change In The Weather Composer(s): John Fogerty First release by: John Fogerty - 1986



    Aaah!

    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    Somethin's happenin' here
    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    People walkin' round in fear

    Uh huh, you better duck and run
    Get under cover 'cause the change has come
    Storm warning, and it looks like rain
    Be nothin' left after the hurricance
    This here's a jungle, ain't no lie
    Look at the people, terror in their eyes
    Bad business comin', can't be denied
    They're running with the dogs, afraid to die

    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    Somethin's happenin' here
    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    People walkin' round in fear

    Uh huh, you best believe it's true
    The levee's busted, badness comin' through
    Oh no, there ain't no place to hide
    Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride
    Sea of frustration, take everything in sight
    Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night
    Down on your knees, go ahead and pray
    But every demon has to have his day

    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    Somethin's happenin' here
    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    People walkin' round in fear

    Well! Oh, God!

    High noon, I can't believe my eyes
    Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky
    Ground shakin', everything comin' loose
    Run like a coward but it ain't no use
    Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene
    People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean
    The change is comin' and it's gettin' late
    Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape

    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    Somethin's happenin' here
    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    People walkin' round in fear

    Oh!

    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    Somethin's happenin' here
    Change in the weather, change in the weather
    People walkin' round in fear

    Well! Oh, no!



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    Froggie Went A-Courtin'
    (Traditional)
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan;
    and various other artists



    Frog went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
    Frog went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
    Frog went a courtin' and he did ride
    With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

    He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
    He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
    He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door
    Gave three loud raps, and a very big roar, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

    Said Miss Mouse, are you within, uh-huh
    Said Miss Mouse, are you within, uh-huh
    Said Miss Mouse, are you within
    Miss Mousie said, I sit and spin, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Took Miss Mousie on his knee, uh-huh
    Took Miss Mousie on his knee, uh-huh
    Took Miss Mousie on his knee,
    Said Miss Mousie, will you marry me, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-huh
    Without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-huh
    Without my Uncle Rat's consent,
    I wouldn't marry the President, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides, uh-huh
    Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides, uh-huh
    Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides
    To think his niece would be a bride, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Uncle Rat went running downtown, uh-huh
    Uncle Rat went running downtown, uh-huh
    Uncle Rat went running downtown
    To buy his niece a wedding gown, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Where shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
    Where shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
    Where shall the wedding supper be
    Way down yonder in the hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    What shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
    What shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
    What shall the wedding supper be
    Fried mosquito and a black-eyed pea, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    First to come in was a flyin' moth, uh-huh
    First to come in was a flyin' moth, uh-huh
    First to come in was a flyin' moth
    She layed out the table cloth, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was a juney bug, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a juney bug, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a juney bug
    She brought in the water jug, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was a bumbly bee, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a bumbly bee, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a bumbly bee
    Sat mosquito on his knee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was a broken back flea, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a broken back flea, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a broken back flea
    Danced a jig with the bumbly bee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, uh-huh
    Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, uh-huh
    Next to come in was Mrs. Cow
    She tried to dance but she didn't know how, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh
    Next to come in was a little black tick
    She ate so much it made her sick, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was the big black snake, uh-huh
    Next to come in was the big black snake, uh-huh
    Next to come in was the big black snake
    Ate up all of the wedding cake, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
    Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
    Next to come in was the old gray cat
    Swallowed the mouse and ate up the rat, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke, uh-huh
    Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke, uh-huh
    Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke
    A lily white dove came and swallowed him up, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

    Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh-huh
    Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh-huh
    Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf
    If you want anymore you can sing it yourself, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh




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    14-02-1975
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    The Kissin' Game
    Composer(s): Jerry Vance - Terry Phillips
    Performer(s): Dion



    Every kiss I ever kissed you
    Darlin', came from my heart
    But your love was just a play
    And the things I heard you say were all a part...

    Of the kissin' game
    The kissin' game
    Yeah, the game, Baby
    Where you just played at love

    Oh, you never really loved me
    Though you kissed me each night
    You were lookin' for some fun
    And I guess just anyone to hold you tight

    In the kissin' game
    Umm, the kissin' game
    Get out of the game, Baby
    Where you just played at love

    Don't you know you shouldn't go with some guy
    Just because he looks good to the crowd
    Use his love for a steppin' stone
    Baby, don't feel proud

    Because some day you're gonna cry
    When you meet someone who
    Will pour water on your flame
    And play the kissin' game, umm, with you

    Don't you know you shouldn't go with someone
    Just because he looks good to the crowd
    Use his love for a steppin' stone
    Baby, now don't you feel proud

    He'll pour water on your flame
    And play the kissin' game with you

    Will pour water on your flame
    And play the kissin' game with you

    Ah, that kissin' game
    The kissin' game
    Ah, that kissin' game
    That Kissin' game
    Ah, that kissin' game
    Oh, that kissin' game
    That kissin'...



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    Change In Louise Composer(s): Joe Cocker - Chris Stainton First release by: Joe Cocker - 1969



    Still taking pictures of people at rest
    smiling at men who are never impressed
    always working hard down on bended knee
    who else but me can see the change in Louise?

    Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
    I'll take you any place you wanna go, (yes I will)
    Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
    and I'll show you all the things you want to know (if I can)

    Livng her life at a speed all her own
    talking to people where ever she goes
    always working hard she won't disagree
    who else but me can see the change in Louise?

    Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
    I'll take you any place you wanna go, (yes I will)
    Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
    and I'll show you all the things you want to know (if I can)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Frogg
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    Frogg
    Composer(s): Bob Flick;
    Dick Foley; Mike Kirkland; John Paine
    Performer(s): The Brothers Four



    Spoken:
    This is a story about a hip frog
    And we're gonna pick up on it now and
    he's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'
    You'll be able to tell right away that he's a big mover

    Singing:
    Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh
    Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh
    Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go
    To the Coconut Grove for the midnight show, un-huh un-huh un-huh

    Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo
    (spoken: he knew it all the time)
    Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo
    Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl
    He thought he'd give this chick a whirl, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo

    He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh
    (spoken: the direct approach)
    He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh
    When he got up to Mollie Mouse's side
    He whispered "Mollie will you be my bride?" un-huh un-huh un-huh

    Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh
    (spoken: her uncle wrestles on TV)
    Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh
    Not without my Uncle Rat's consent
    I wouldn't marry the President, uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh

    Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, farewell"
    "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye"
    "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road"
    "You ain't no frog you're a horned toad, farewell, goodbye, adios"
    Farewell, goodbye, adios
    (spoken: You know, I believe that, uh)
    any more verses to this song would be anticlimactic
    think we ought to end it
    Farewell, goodbye, adios
    (spoken: Hey, ain't you gonna let me finish up?)
    Farewell, goodbye, adios
    (spoken: Aw, shut up, I'm your leader)
    (spoken: No, no hands, no hands)

    (spoken: Auf Wiedersehen)
    Farewell, goodbye, adios
    Farewell, goodbye, adios




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    13-02-1975
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    The Kiss Of Kathleen Turner
    Composer(s): Rob Bolland - Ferdi Bolland - Falco
    Performer(s): Falco



    Train sounds and coughing I always take the 7:30 am train
    Going to Brasil city
    Well, at this hour of the day, I’m not too well humored
    ’cause life doesn’t show any pity
    You’re always complaining ’bout yourself
    And putting things down in the world
    Just take a good look at Kathleen Turner
    Now there’s one heck of a girl

    I’ve been to hell and back but I’m alright Jack
    Now I know what love is about
    Under the seven moons
    I made a solemn vow
    I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now
    I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now
    Smack! in the middle

    Female voice on telephone: hello?
    Oh it’s me, I know it’s late
    But I just had to call you
    I’ll be over real soon

    Male voice: Kathleen Kathleen

    Is this a dream, or is it real
    Is this really happening to me
    Or is this just fantasy?
    In this world there’s only one woman
    Who can make my dreams my dreams come true
    And that woman Kathleen
    It’s you

    Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
    He wants a kiss
    Not just one, I want lots of kisses
    He wants a kiss
    Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
    He wants a kiss

    Hallelujah, he’s in love
    Hallelujah, glory, glory

    Issos
    Cannae
    Katalaunische Felder
    Mount greek
    Austerlitz
    Waterloo
    Verdun
    Stalingrad

    Hiroshima
    Nagasaki
    Harrisburg
    Brokdorf
    Zwentendorf
    Cattenom
    Wackersdorf
    Tschernobyl

    Kathleen, can you hear me babe
    Kathleen, do you know what I’m talking about
    I’m just talking about
    Not the first kiss of my life
    I’m talking about... our planet
    ... Kathleen!



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    Change De Docteur
    Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
    Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



    Toi tu essaies comme les autres fous
    D'arrêter le temps, de le briser d'un seul coup
    Et tu plantes tes ongles aux pierres de sa vie
    Il t'emporte avec lui
    Au moment où tu penses être enfin le plus fort
    C'est trop tard, tu dors
    Alors tu rêves d'être le prêtre hindou
    Qui encense le soir le ciel de Diên Biên Phu
    Mais sa voix est trop grave
    Mais tu as peur des croix
    Qui terminent ses bras
    Viens, change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
    Change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
    Qui coule au fond de toi
    Alors tu prends des grains de sucre roux
    Et tu deviens la star des flashs, des interviews
    Mais tes mots sont trop hauts
    Et les mecs des journaux
    Ne les comprennent pas
    Leurs crayons sont trop fins
    Leur soleil est trop bas
    Et tout se brise et tu tombes aux genoux
    D'une horde de rats
    Les princes des égouts
    C'est leur chef qui le dit
    Je peux sauver ta vie
    Si tu couches avec moi
    Viens, change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
    Change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
    Qui coule au fond de toi
    Disons qu'un jour il n'y ait plus de tabous
    Qu'il n'y ait plus d'interdits
    Ni de prêtres jaloux
    Juste un grain dans la foule
    Une pierre qui roule
    Et tout le monde s'en fout
    Viens, change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
    Change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
    Qui coule au fond de toi
    Viens, change de docteur
    Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
    Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
    Qui coule au fond de toi



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    Fritt Fram
    Composer(s): Ola Magnell; Gordon Lightfoot
    Performer(s): Lill Lindfors



    Du får höra lätta steg i din sovalkov
    Och du säjer "förlåt, men se jag låg och sov"
    Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
    När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
    Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
    När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst

    Du försöker vara vänlig, tuff ändå
    Men han gör ingen min av att vilja gå
    Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
    Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
    Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
    Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus

    Du har sett så många misstag och svikna hopp
    Och hur svårt det kan vara att säja stopp
    Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
    När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
    Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
    När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst

    Valentino går iväg innan natten flyr
    Till en vänare nymf och nya äventyr
    Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
    Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
    Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
    Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus

    Fy skam, ibland är det synd
    När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen
    Fy skam, ibland är det synd
    När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen




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    12-02-1975
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    The King's New Clothes
    Composer(s): Frank Loesser
    Performer(s): Danny Kaye
    and multiple other artists



    This is the story of the King's new clothes
    Now there was once a king who was absolutely insane about new clothes
    and one day, two swindlers came to sell him what they said was a magic suit of clothes
    Now, they held up this particular garment and they said, "Your Majesty, this is a magic suit"
    Well, the truth of the matter is, there was no suit there at all
    But the swindlers were very smart, and they said
    "Your Majesty, to a wise man this is a beautiful raiment but to a fool it is absolutely invisible"
    Naturally, the King not wanting to appear a fool, said

    "Isn't it grand! Isn't it fine! Look at the cut, the style, the line!
    The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether
    The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen
    These eyes of mine at once determined
    The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
    The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green
    Somebody send for the Queen"

    Well they sent for the Queen and they quickly explained to her about the magic
    suit of clothes. And naturally, the Queen not wanting to appear a fool, said

    "Well, isn't it oh! Isn't it rich! Look at the charm of every stitch!
    The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether
    The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen
    These eyes of mine at once determined
    The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
    The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green
    Summon the court to convene"

    Well the court convened, and you never saw in your life as many people as were at that court
    All the ambassadors, the dukes, the earls, the counts, it was just packed with people
    and they were all told about the magic suit of clothes
    And after they were told they naturally didn't want to appear fools and they said

    "Isn't it ohhh! Isn't it ahhh! Isn't it absolutely wheee!
    The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether, it's altogether
    The most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made
    Now quickly, put it altogether
    With gloves of leather and hat and feather
    It's altogether the thing to wear in Saturday's parade
    Leading the royal brigade"

    Now Saturday came and the streets were just lined with thousands and thousands and thousands of people
    And they all were cheering as the artillery came by, the infantry marched by, the cavalry galloped by
    And everybody was cheering like mad, except one little boy
    You see, he hadn't heard about the magic suit and didn't know what he was supposed to see
    Well, as the King came by the little boy looked and, horrified, said

    "Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the King, the King, the King!
    The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether
    He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born
    The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether
    It's altogether the very least the King has ever worn"

    Summon the court physician! Call an intermission! His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scorn

    The King is in the altogether, but all together, the altogether
    He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born
    And it's altogether too chilly a morn!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chandernagor
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    Chandernagor Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart



    Elle avait elle avait
    Un Chandernagor de classe
    Elle avait elle avait
    Un Chandernagor râblé
    Pour moi seul pour moi seul
    Elle découvrait ses cachemires
    Ses jardins ses beau quartiers
    Enfin son Chandernagor
    Pas question
    Dans ces conditions
    D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde

    Elle avait elle avait
    Deux Yanaon de cocagne
    Elle avait elle avait
    Deux Yanaon ronds et frais
    Et moi seul et moi seul
    M'aventurais dans sa brousse
    Ses vallées ses vallons
    Ses collines de Yanaon
    Pas question
    Dans ces conditions
    D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde

    Elle avait elle avait
    Le Karikal difficile
    Elle avait elle avait
    Le Karikal mal luné
    Mais la nuit j'atteignais
    Son nirvana à heure fixe
    Et cela en dépit
    De son fichu Karikal
    Pas question
    Dans ces conditions
    D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde

    Elle avait elle avait
    Un petit Mahé fragile
    Elle avait elle avait
    Un petit Mahé secret
    Mais je dus à la mousson
    Eteindre mes feux de Bengale
    M'arracher m'arracher
    Aux délices de Mahé
    Pas question
    Dans ces conditions
    De faire long feu dans les Comptoirs de l'Inde

    Elle avait elle avait
    Le Pondichéry facile
    Elle avait elle avait
    Le Pondichéry accueillant
    Aussitôt aussitôt
    C'est à un nouveau touriste
    Qu'elle fit voir son comptoir
    Sa flore sa géographie
    Pas question
    Dans ces conditions
    De revoir un jour les Comptoirs de l'Inde



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Frim Fram Sauce
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    Frim Fram Sauce
    Composer(s): Joe Ricardel; Redd Evans
    Performer(s): Nat King Cole



    I don't want French fried potatoes
    Red ripe tomatoes
    I'm never satisfied
    I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
    With chafafah on the side

    I don't want pork chops and bacon
    That won't awaken
    My appetite inside
    I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
    With chafafah on the side

    Now a person's really got to eat
    And a person should eat right
    Five will get you ten
    I'm gonna feed myself right tonight

    I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
    You heard what I said
    Waiter, please serve mine fried
    I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
    With chafafah on the side

    A person's really got to eat
    And a person should eat right
    Five will get you ten
    I'm gonna feed myself right tonight

    I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
    You heard what I said
    Waiter, please serve mine fried
    I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
    With chafafah on the side

    (I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
    with cha fafa, cha fafa, cha fafa, on the side
    P-leazzze!)

    Nat's ending (no melody):
    Now if you don't have it, just bring me a check for the water




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    11-02-1975
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The Kingdom
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    The Kingdom
    Performer(s): Milow



    Where I'm from there are no mountains
    And time is standing still
    Where I'm from there's barely space left
    Still they're running up a hill
    Where I'm from they don't like changes
    Even if alarm bells ring
    Where I'm from they have a princess
    Where I'm from they have a king

    Where I'm from they don't like dreamers
    They are told to shut their mouth
    Where I'm from they're divided
    Between the North and the South
    Where I'm from it's like a long night
    That never turns to day
    Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling
    Where I'm from they've lost the way

    Sing it loud today
    Sing it loud today
    I'm singing it loud today
    I am the one that got away

    Where I'm from they just keep rooted
    Heads are always hanging low
    Where I'm from the Congo River
    Never got nowhere to go
    Where I'm from words are repeated
    But they never really rhyme
    Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling
    Where I'm from they're losing time

    Where I'm from there's a lack of heroes
    Both in politics and song
    Where I'm from the more they fix it
    The faster everything goes wrong
    Where I'm from I still remember
    So I will sing it every day
    That this kingdom is still my kingdom
    It's encoded in my DNA



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chandelle
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    Chandelle
    Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
    Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



    Elle, elle sort tout droit d'une aquarelle
    Avec ses dentelles d'autrefois
    Elle est belle comme un chemin de croix
    Elle, les enfants l'appellent Chandelle
    Parce qu'elle tremble à chaque pas
    Mais le prisonnier c'est moi
    Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
    L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent
    Et se serrent sans bruit
    Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
    Je suis le premier qui l'appelle
    Le premier qui lui ouvre les bras
    Comme si chez nous elle n'existait pas
    Et d'elle, je reçois quelques nouvelles
    Par les oiseaux qu'elle m'envoie
    Je suis loin, mais ne t'inquiète pas
    Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
    L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent
    Et se serrent sans bruit
    Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
    Mais chacun de ses silences est mortel
    Chacun de ses mots de porte au ciel
    Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois
    Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi
    Toi qui cours pour que ton corps soit transparent
    Toi qui pleures que la vie te prend tout ton temps,
    Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois
    Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi
    Chandelle, c'est ma chanson pour toi
    Ma chanson pour toi
    Chandelle, c'est toujours le soir de Noël
    Quand elle revient vers chez moi
    Et même je ne suis pas sûr qu'il ait fait nuit
    Entre hier et aujourd'hui



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fritiof Och Carmencita
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    Fritiof Och Carmencita
    Composer(s): Sven-Bertil Taube



    Samborombon, en liten by förutan gata
    den ligger inte långt från Rio de la Plata
    nästan i kanten av den blåa Atlanten
    och med Pampas bakom sig många hundra gröna mil
    dit kom jag ridande en afton i april
    för jag ville dansa tango

    Dragspel, fiol och mandolin
    hördes från krogen och i salen steg jag in
    där på bänken i mantilj och med en ros vid sin barm
    satt den bedårande lilla Carmencita
    Mamman, värdinnan satt i vrån
    hon tog mitt ridspö, min pistol och min manton
    Jag bjöd upp och Carmencita sa
    'Si gracias señor
    Vamos á bailár este tango'

    Carmencita lilla vän, håller du utav mig än?
    Får jag tala med din pappa och din mamma
    jag vill gifta mig med dig, Carmencita!

    Nej, don Fritiof Andersson
    kom ej till Samborombon
    om ni hyser andra planer när det gäller mig
    än att dansa tango

    Ack, Carmencita gör mig inte så besviken
    jag tänker skaffa mig ett jobb här i butiken
    sköta mig noga, bara spara och knoga
    inte spela och dricka, men bara älska dig
    Säg, Carmencita, det är ändå blott med mig
    säg, som du vill dansa tango

    Nej Fritiof, ni förstår musik
    men jag tror inte ni kan stå i en butik
    och förresten sa min pappa just idag att han visste
    vem som snart skulle fria till hans dotter
    En som har tjugotusen kor
    och en estancia som är förfärligt stor
    Han har prisbelönta tjurar
    han har oxar, kor och svin
    och han dansar underbar tango

    Carmencita, lilla vän, akta dig för rika män!
    Lyckan den bor ej i oxar eller kor
    och den kan heller inte köpas för pengar
    Men min kärlek gör dig rik
    skaffa mig ett jobb i er butik
    Och när vi blir gifta söta ungar skall vi få, som kan dansa tango




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    10-02-1975
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    King Of Hollywood
    Composer(s): Don Henley - Glenn Frey
    Performer(s): Eagles



    Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
    Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet
    When he thinks he wants a closer look
    he gets out his little black telephone book
    (He's calling, calling, calling
    He's calling, calling, calling
    He's calling ,calling, calling
    He's calling)

    "Come sit down here beside me, honey
    Let's have a little heart to heart
    Now look at me and tell me, darlin'
    how badly do you want this part?
    Are you willing to sacrifice?
    And are you willing to be real nice?
    All your talent and my good taste
    I'd hate to see it go to waste"

    "We gon' get you an apartment, honey
    We gon' get you a car
    Yeah, we're gonna take care of you, darlin'
    We gon' make you a movie star
    For years I've seen 'em come and go"
    He says, "I've had 'em all, 'ya know
    I handled everything in my own way
    I made 'em what they are today"

    After 'while nothin' was pretty
    After 'while everything got lost
    Still, his Jacuzzi runneth over
    Still he just couldn't get off
    He's just another power junky
    Just another silk scarf monkey
    You'd know it if you saw his stuff
    The man just isn't big enough



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chandelier Of Stars
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    Chandelier Of Stars
    Composer(s): John Williamson
    Performer(s): John Williamson



    When m' travellin' days are done
    Will you still be with me?
    When all the songs have been sung
    Standin' right beside me
    Watchin' the grandkids grow
    I've got everything but nothing without you

    I've got mountains, I've got rivers
    I've got a chandelier of stars
    Got blossoms on the Bloodwoods
    Friends all 'round the country
    And a heart as good as new
    I've got everything but nothing without you

    Too much time for thinking
    It's gonna drive me mad
    I walk along the river
    I watch a motel movie
    But lovers make me sad
    I've got everything but nothing without you

    So when this life that binds me

    Turns me loose
    Lets me rest on m' laurels
    Will you put y' head on m' shoulder
    And share the peaceful years
    I've got everything but nothing without you



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Friggin' In The Riggin'
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    Friggin' In The Riggin'
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): The Sex Pistols; Showcase Showdown



    There was a bunch of roadies
    And this here is their story
    A scurvy bunch of evil twits
    Who never say they're sorry

    They've traveled cross the nations
    Fuckin' paid vacations
    We love the schism that they make
    They're here for the duration

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    The captains name is Rick
    Whose "Bozo-do" is slick
    He really thinks he knows it all
    He's just a Jersey hick

    Wanking, cranking, Georgie
    He always finds an orgy
    He rubs his balls and picks his nose
    He's horny Georgie porgie

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    The kind of sleaze is Ring
    Polaroid's his thing
    He whipped it out, her teeth fell out
    And now it's in a sling

    From LA we have Troy
    His fetish is Playboy
    A smelly trout, he'll eat it out
    Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    John Tempesta is The Joker
    The Adams apple choker
    Sandra Bernhard is his twin
    He'd probably even poke her

    The B-boy was John Rooney
    He was a fuckin' loony
    He does a rap, he thinks he's black
    He's soft like Gerry Cooney

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    Yo my name is Bill
    Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh
    Smoke ten packs and use my plaque
    Duh, with my breath I'll kill

    Thursby is the lard ass
    The monitors are his task
    The sound they made when the band played
    Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    The photobug is Ambo
    He'll fill up any hairy hole
    We'll blindfold you with dental floss
    You burnt out fuckin' bimbo

    The bottom line is Z
    Oh please don't sit on me
    Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt
    You 1960's hippie!

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do

    This here was the story
    About our fuckin' roadies
    A scurvy bunch of evil twits
    Who never say they're sorry
    They've traveled cross the nations
    Fuckin' paid vacations
    We love the schism that they make
    They're here for the duration

    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    Friggin' in the riggin'
    There was fuck all else to do




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    09-02-1975
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    King Of Clowns
    ((French & German Versions: Je L'attends (Dalida); Hello Boy (Dalida))
    Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
    Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



    Here I come, the king of clowns
    As I hide behind this smile and paint the town
    Though I cry since you're gone
    You'll never know because the show must go on

    I've been sad (I've been sad) I've been blue (I've been blue)
    Ever since the day that you found someone new (someone new)
    I pretend but you can't tell
    With my broken heart I play my part so well

    Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns
    As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down
    I make believe with a smile
    But the king of clowns is crying all the while

    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Here comes the king of clowns
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Here comes the king of clowns

    There are tears (there are tears) you'll never see (never see)
    No you'll never see my tears and pity me (pity me)
    Though I'm hurt, still I'm proud
    Always laughing as I walk among the crowd

    Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns
    As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down
    I make believe with a smile
    But the king of clowns is crying all the while

    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Here comes the king of clowns
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Here comes the king of clowns

    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
    Here comes the king of clowns...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.'Chand D'habits
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    'Chand D'habits Composer(s): Emil Stern - R. Alfred Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Orch. Emil Stern



    Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits
    N'as-tu pas trouvé
    Parmi le lot de mes vieilles défroques
    Que, ce matin, je te vendis à regret
    'Chand d'habits, parmi elles
    N'as-tu trouvé, tout en loques
    Triste, lamentable, déchiré
    Un douloureux cœur abandonné?
    Rends-moi, je t'en prie, mon ami
    Cette chose meurtrie...
    C'est mon pauvre cœur... j'en ai besoin...
    Crois-tu, mon vieux, que c'est bête!
    Quand tu est venu à mon appel
    Faire l'emplette
    Je croyais bien n'y pas tenir autant...

    Quand tu partis chargé de ton triste fardeau
    Tout mon passé suivit, et je pleure...
    Je pleure mes soucis, mon enfance
    Mes chers amours qui ne sont plus que souvenance...
    Rends-moi mon pauvre cœur
    Triste objet périmé...
    Revends-moi la joie qui m'a quittée...
    Dis! 'chand d'habits!...
    Cette pauvre chose, c'était pour l'oubli...
    C'est toute ma vie...
    Oui...
    Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits
    Parmi mes défroques
    N'as-tu pas trouvé mon pauvre cœur en loques? ...



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