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  • 03-08-1975
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    Man From Snowy River
    Composer(s): A.B. Paterson
    Performer(s): Slim Dusty



    There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
    That the colt from old Regret had got away
    And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound
    So all the cracks had gathered to the fray
    All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
    Had mustered at the homestead overnight
    For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are
    And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight

    There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup
    The old man with his hair as white as snow
    But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up
    He would go wherever horse and man could go
    And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand
    No better horseman ever held the reins
    For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand
    He learnt to ride while droving on the plains

    And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast
    He was something like a racehorse undersized
    With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least
    And such as are by mountain horsemen prized
    He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die
    There was courage in his quick impatient tread
    And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
    And the proud and lofty carriage of his head

    But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay
    And the old man said, `That horse will never do
    For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away
    Those hills are far too rough for such as you'
    So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend
    `I think we ought to let him come,' he said
    `I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end
    For both his horse and he are mountain bred

    `He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side
    Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough
    Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride
    The man that holds his own is good enough
    And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home
    Where the river runs those giant hills between
    I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam
    But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen'

    So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump
    They raced away towards the mountain's brow
    And the old man gave his orders, `Boys, go at them from the jump
    No use to try for fancy riding now
    And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right
    Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills
    For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight
    If once they gain the shelter of those hills'

    So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
    Where the best and boldest riders take their place
    And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
    With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face
    Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash
    But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view
    And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash
    And off into the mountain scrub they flew

    Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
    Resounded to the thunder of their tread
    And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
    From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead
    And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way
    Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide
    And the old man muttered fiercely, `We may bid the mob good day
    NO man can hold them down the other side'

    When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull
    It well might make the boldest hold their breath
    The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
    Of wombat holes, and any slip was death
    But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head
    And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer
    And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed
    While the others stood and watched in very fear

    He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet
    He cleared the fallen timber in his stride
    And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat
    It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
    Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground
    Down the hillside at a racing pace he went
    And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
    At the bottom of that terrible descent

    He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill
    And the watchers on the mountain standing mute
    Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still
    As he raced across the clearing in pursuit
    Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
    In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
    On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
    With the man from Snowy River at their heels

    And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam
    He followed like a bloodhound on their track
    Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home
    And alone and unassisted brought them back
    But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot
    He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur
    But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot
    For never yet was mountain horse a cur

    And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
    Their torn and rugged battlements on high
    Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
    At midnight in the cold and frosty sky
    And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
    To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide
    The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day
    And the stockmen tell the story of his ride



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    Chi ((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1963/1964

    Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Quien (Charles Aznavour) 1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)



    Chi ti aprira' le labbra
    E nel possederti ti sorprendera'
    Perche' ti rinnovi
    E con lui tu trovi
    Orizzonti nuovi di felicita'?

    Chi rubera' il mio posto
    Pur nel piu' nascosto
    Sogno che tu fai
    Quando, dominata
    Nuovamente amata
    Con una risata
    Mi distruggerai?

    Chi tendera' la mano
    In cui mi annullero'?
    Chi ti stara' vicino
    Quando non ci saro'?
    Chi della tua dolcezza
    Con una carezza approfittera'
    E con un addio coprira' l'oblio
    Quello che fu mio
    Quando me ne andro'?

    E' sempre viva tra di noi
    Un'assurda felicita'
    Nonostante lo scarto fra
    Le nostre eta'
    Ma fino a quando me ne andro'
    E un altro ti contemplera'
    Una domanda i miei pensieri
    Assillera'

    Chi senza che protesti
    Rifara' quei gesti
    Riservati a me
    Quando tu mi attendi
    Quando tu mi prendi
    Palpiti e ti tendi nell'offriti a me?

    Chi scoprira' le risa
    La follia improvvisa
    E la serieta'
    E berra' l'essenza
    Della tua presenza
    Che la mia partenza
    Gli concedera'?

    Chi lo potrebbe dire?
    Chi mai lo scoprira'?
    E io devo soffrire
    Per chi ti prendera'
    Con un nuovo "ti amo"
    E con quel "ti amo"
    Che ti stordira'
    Nel dormirti accanto
    Dopo che avrai pianto di felicita'
    Mi riseppellira'



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Reach For The Stars
    Composer(s): Udo Jürgens; David West
    Performer(s): Shirley Bassey



    I reach for the stars when I reach for your love
    For so far above me you always will be
    Like a clown longs to be a king in a play
    I long for the things that are so far away

    I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
    But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
    When you come to my arms in that moment divine
    all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine

    I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
    But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
    When you come to my arms in that moment divine
    all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine




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    02-08-1975
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    Man From Manhattan
    Composer(s): Eddie Howell
    First release by: Eddie Howell - 1976



    Hey little lady do you love me
    As much as you tell me you do
    Oh I'm not them man you think I am
    The game I've been playing is through

    Hey little girl do you trust me
    Oh I'm gonna tell you no lies
    I'm gonna come clean, don't make a scene
    I've been hiding behind a disguise

    Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole
    The man with a price on his head (lots of money)
    The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin
    But the lining is laden with lead

    Oh I've been a fugitive too long
    Running away with my fame
    My enemies flee at the sight of me
    They shake at the sound of my name

    Cause I'm the man from Mahnattan, ole
    The man with a price on his head (go and get the deputy)
    The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin
    But the lining is laden with lead

    Don't be afraid, it's only a dream (I'm only dreaming)
    An imaginary hero, a vision
    I've seen (ah ah ah ah ah) Cuckoo

    Oh I know my true destination
    The day will eventaully come
    I tell you my friend I know my end (will be)
    When I'm standing alone in the sight of a gun

    Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole
    The man with a price on his head (lots of money)
    The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin
    But the lining is laden with lead



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore
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    Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore Composer(s): Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



    "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
    Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie!
    Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie!
    A casa stanco ieri ritornai
    mi son seduto...niente c'era in tavola
    arrabbiata lei mi grida che ho scioperato due giorni su tre...
    Coi soldi che le dò non ce la fa più
    ed ha deciso che, lei fa lo sciopero contro di me!
    "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
    Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie!
    Allora andai a lavorare
    mentre eran tutti a scioperare!
    E un grosso pugno in faccia mi arrivò
    andai a piedi alla guardia medica!
    C'era lo sciopero anche dei tranvai...
    Arrivo lì, ma il dottore non c'è!
    E' in sciopero anche lui!
    Che gioco è!
    Ma?!
    Ma come finirà...c'è il caos nella città
    Non so più cosa far! Se non sciopero mi picchiano
    Se sciopero mia moglie dice
    "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!"
    Dammi l'aumento signor padrone
    così vedrai che in casa tua
    e in ogni casa entra l'amore



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Razzle In My Pocket
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    Razzle In My Pocket
    Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel
    Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads



    In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick
    South Street Romford, shopping arcade
    Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid
    Inside my jacket and away double quick
    Good sense told me, once was enough
    But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff
    With the Razzle in my pocket, back to have another peek

    Instead of being sneeky I strolled inside
    I put my thieving hand on something rude
    I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes
    'Hold on sonny' said a voice at my side
    'I think you've taken one of my books'
    Passers by gave me dirty looks
    'Not me mister' I bravely lied

    We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop
    'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan
    Have you got any form, were you on your own?
    Round to the station and we'll tell the cops'
    'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash
    Here's the book back, and here's the cash
    I never stole before, I promise I'll stop'

    'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes
    If we go to the law another thief is born
    And I'll get the book back, creased and torn
    So return what you've taken and apologise'
    I gave him back his nudie book
    I said I was sorry, I slung my hook
    With the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize




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    01-08-1975
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    The Man From Laramie
    Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington
    Performer(s): Jimmy Young
    and multiple other artists



    The man from Laramie
    He was a man with a peaceful turn of mind
    He was kind of sociable and friendly
    Friendly as any man could be
    But you never saw a man out-draw
    The man from Laramie

    The man from Laramie
    He was a man with a warm and gentle heart
    But when they'd start the arguing and fightin'
    Frightenin' and lightning fast was he
    There was no coyote who could outshoot
    The man from Laramie

    He had a flair for ladies
    The ladies loved his air of mystery

    The west will never see
    A man with so many notches on his gun
    Everyone admired the fearless stranger
    Danger was this man's speciality
    So they never bossed or double crossed
    The man from Laramie

    He had a flair for ladies
    Now the ladies loved his air of mystery

    The west will never see
    A man with so many notches on his gun
    Everyone admired the fearless stranger
    Danger was this man's speciality
    So they never bossed or double crossed
    The man from Laramie



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chez Moi (Lucienne Boyer)
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    Chez Moi Composer(s): Jean Féline - Paul Misraki Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer and multiple other artists



    Tout en haut de la ville
    Depuis trois ans déjà je vis
    Il n'est pas grand mon domicile
    Mais de ma fenêtre on voit Paris
    Et le soir lorsque tout s'éclaire
    On n'a pas besoin de bougies
    Il fait comme ça bien assez clair
    Et ça fait des économies...

    Venez donc chez moi je vous invite
    Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux
    À côté des étoiles j'habite à deux pas du ciel toujours bleu
    J'attendrai chez moi votre visite
    Là haut sous les toits dans mon logis
    Tous les jours je reçois venez, venez vite
    C'est gentil chez moi, venez-y...

    Ce serait préférable
    Si en hiver c'était chauffé
    Et vraiment bien plus agréable
    Si c'était plus frais en été...
    Pour entrer faut baisser la tête
    Il faut s'asseoir à l'intérieur
    Mais on peut s'y conter fleurette
    Et ça suffit à mon bonheur...

    Venez donc chez moi je vous invite
    Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux
    Il ne faut surtout pas qu'on hésite
    L'escalier n'est pas dangereux
    Le tapis est beau jusqu'au deuxième
    Si on monte plus haut plus de tapis
    Mais allez tout droit montez au sixième
    C'est gentil chez moi, montez-y...

    Il faut que je ramène
    Un jour bientôt l'amour chez moi
    Car j'ai là-haut bien trop de peine
    À vivre tout seul sous mon toit
    Je lui dirai "viens voir la vue
    De ma fenêtre elle est bien mieux"
    Quand il (elle) aura bien vu la rue
    Je lui ferai fermer les yeux...

    C'est gentil chez moi je vous invite
    Vous serez pour moi le seul ami
    Nous n'aurons plus jamais de visite
    À la porte tous les ennuis
    Nous serons heureux dans mon sixième
    Il y a place pour deux dans mon logis
    On comptera les fois où nous dirons "je t'aime"
    Es-tu bien chez moi! Restons-y ...



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    Razzle Dazzle
    Composer(s): John Kander; Fred Ebb; Bob Fosse
    Performer(s): Chicago



    Bailiff:
    Mr. Flynn, his honor is here

    Billy:
    Thank you. Just a moment. You ready?

    Roxie:
    Oh Billy, I'm so scared!

    Billy:
    Roxie. You got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus, kid.
    A three ring circus. These trial - the whole world - all show
    business. But kid, you're working with a star, the biggest!

    Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    Give 'em act with lots of flash in it
    And the reaction will be passionate
    Give 'em the old hocus pocus
    Bread and feather 'em
    How can they see with sequins in their eyes?

    What if your hinges all are rusting?
    What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ?

    Razzle dazzle 'em
    And they'll never catch wise!
    Eh Eh Eh Eh
    Ah! Ah! Ah!
    Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

    Billy and Company:
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous

    Billy:
    Row after row will grow vociferous

    Billy and Company:
    Give 'em the old flim flam flummox
    Fool and fracture 'em

    Billy:
    How can they hear the truth above the roar?

    Billy and Company:
    Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
    They'll never know you're just a bagel,

    Billy:
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    And they'll beg you for more!

    Billy and Company:
    Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
    Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    Back since the days of old Methuselah
    Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-ler

    Give 'em the old three ring circus
    Stun and stagger 'em
    When you're in trouble, go into your dance
    Though you are stiffer than a girder
    They let ya get away with a murder
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    And you've got a romance

    Give 'em the old
    Razzle dazzle

    Billy:
    Razzle dazzle 'em
    Give 'em an act that's unassailable
    They'll wait a year 'til your available!

    Billy and Company:
    Give 'em the old
    Double whammy

    Billy:
    Daze and dizzy 'em
    Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are

    Billy and Company:
    Long as you keep 'em way off balance
    How can they spot you got no talents?

    Billy:
    Razzle dazzle 'em

    Company:
    Razzle dazzle 'em

    Billy:
    Razzle dazzle 'em

    Billy and Company:
    And they'll make you a star!




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    31-07-1975
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    The Man Comes Around
    Composer(s): Johnny Cash
    First release by: Johnny Cash - 2002
    Covered by multiple other artists



    There's a man going around taking names
    And he decides who to free and who to blame
    Everybody won't be treated all the same
    There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
    When the Man comes around

    The hairs on your arm will stand up
    At the terror in each sip and in each sup
    Will you partake of that last offered cup?
    Or disappear into the potter's ground
    When the Man comes around

    Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
    One hundred million angels singing
    Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
    Voices calling, voices crying
    Some are born and some are dying
    It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
    The virgins are all trimming their wicks
    The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
    It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

    Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
    Then the father hen will call his chickens home
    The wise man will bow down before the thrown
    And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
    When the Man comes around

    Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
    Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
    Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
    Listen to the words long written down
    When the Man comes around

    Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
    One hundred million angels singing
    Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
    Voices calling and voices crying
    Some are born and some are dying
    It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
    The virgins are all trimming their wicks
    The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
    It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

    In measured hundred weight and penny pound
    When the Man comes around



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chez Moi (Dalida)
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    Chez Moi Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King - R. Revil - M. Simille Performer(s): Dalida



    Chez moi oh oh oh
    Chez moi
    Y avait le ciel bleu sur la mer
    Le pain blanc comme le sable
    Et le soleil rouge du désert
    Oh oh oh le jasmin
    Dans les branches
    Ami de mes jeunes désirs
    Mais je ne crois plus au retour
    Car chez moi n'est qu'un souvenir

    Y avait là l'odeur de la terre
    Le vent chaud de notre plage
    Ou tes lèvres avaient un goût amer

    Je voudrais m'en aller
    Loin des villes
    Chez moi je voudrais revenir
    Mais je ne crois plus au retour
    Car je le sais
    Qu'à tout jamais
    Chez moi
    N'est plus qu'un souvenir



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    Razzle Dazzle
    Composer(s): Charles E. Calhoun
    Performer(s): Bill Haley & His Comets



    On your mark (on your mark!)
    Get set (get set!)
    Now ready (ready!) go!
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    If it's all night long
    Now here's a dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    Everyone can do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    It's the hipster's dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    And the square cats too (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    Won't you take a chance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    This is all you do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
    You just take your baby
    Don't you leave that spot
    Then you dance like crazy
    Give it all you got
    That's the razzle dazzle
    If your ready or not
    On your mark (on your mark)
    Get set (get set)
    Now ready (ready) go!
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    If it's all night long

    Let's get together (get together)
    One, two and three (one, two and three)
    Jumping to the setter (to the setter)
    Just you and me (just you and me)
    Put your best foot forward (waka-do, waka-do)
    Baby can't you see (baby can't you see)
    When you hear them holler
    And you ain't nowhere
    Honey, you just foller
    'Cause we're sure not square
    That's the razzle dazzle
    Well, it's everywhere
    On your mark (on your mark)
    Get set (get set)
    Now ready (ready) go!
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    If it's all night long
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    Everybody razzle dazzle
    A-going on and off
    If it's all night long
    That's the razzle dazzle
    Razzle dazzle song




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    30-07-1975
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    The Mama Doll Song
    Composer(s): Nat Simon - Charles Tobias
    Performer(s): Patti Page



    I once had a doll
    That was all dressed in white
    I called her my baby
    And I'd hold her tight

    Her eyes were so blue
    And her cheeks were so red
    But I loved her most of all
    Each time she said...

    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    One little word she knew
    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    To me it meant, I love you

    My dolly was waiting
    When I'd want to play
    And I always knew
    What she wanted each day

    I'd wash her and feed her
    And put her to bed
    But I'd never leave her
    Until she said...

    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    One little word she knew
    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    To me it meant, I love you

    Then came the time
    I remember the day
    I wrapped her in paper
    And put her away

    Now I've got a secret
    Sometimes when I'm blue
    I still get a thrill again
    Listening to...

    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    One little word she knew
    Mama, mama, mama, mama
    To me it meant, I love you



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chez Max Coiffeur Pour Hommes
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    Chez Max Coiffeur Pour Hommes
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



    Chez Max coiffeur pour hommes
    Où un jour j'entrais comme
    Par hasard me faire raser la couenne
    Et rafraîchir les douilles
    Je tombe sur cette chienne
    Shampouineuse
    Qui aussitôt m'aveugle par sa beauté païenne
    Et ses mains savonneuses
    Elle se penche et voilà ses doudounes
    Comme deux rahat-loukoums
    À la rose qui rebondissent sur ma nuque boum boum
    Je pense à la fille du Calife
    De la mille et deuxième nuit
    Et sens la pointe d'un canif
    Me percer le cœur je luis dis
    "Petite je te sors ce soir ok"
    Elle a d'abord un petit rire comme un hoquet
    Puis sous le sirocco du séchoir
    Dans mes cheveux
    La petite garce laisse choir
    "Je veux"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Razor Boy
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    Razor Boy
    Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
    Performer(s): Steely Dan; Billy Goodrum



    I hear you are singing a song of the past
    I see no tears
    I know that you know it may be the last
    For many years
    You'd gamble or give anything
    To be in with the better half
    But how many friends must I have
    To begin with to make you laugh

    Chorus:
    Will you still have a song to sing
    When the razor boy comes
    And take your fancy things away
    Will you still be singing it
    On that cold and windy day

    You know that the coming is so close at hand
    You feel all right
    I guess only women in cages can stand
    This kind of night
    I guess only women in cages
    Can play down
    The things they lose
    You think no tomorrow will come
    When you lay down
    You can't refuse




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    29-07-1975
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    The Maker Said Take Her
    Composer(s): Mark Wright - Ron Rogers
    Performer(s): Alabama



    I was taught to believe
    Never to doubt
    The man up above knew what he’s
    Talking about
    So when I heard that voice
    So loud and clear
    Speak to my heart
    I knew that she must be near
    The maker said take her and love her forever
    Take care of her for life
    And treat her right
    I never was the one
    To listen very well
    I walk my own way
    And felt what I felt
    The further out of touch
    With the master plan
    Well she was like a flight to the promised land
    The maker said take her and love her forever
    Take care of her for life
    Never forsake her don’t be a heart breaker
    The maker said take her
    And treat her right
    Just treat her right
    He placed an angle in the palm of my hand
    And for once in my life I obeied his commands
    I’ll take her and love her forever
    Take care of her for life
    Never forsake her don’t be a heart breaker
    The maker said take her
    And treat her right
    Just treat her right
    Just treat her right
    Take care of her for life
    Never forsake her don’t be no heart breaker
    The maker said take her
    And treat her right
    Just treat her right
    For Life



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chez Madame Lolita
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    Chez Madame Lolita
    Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



    J'irai dans la ville basse
    Chez Madame Lolita
    J'offrirai le champagne
    À ses filles sans joie
    On se fera la fête
    Jusqu'au petit matin
    J'irai dans la ville basse
    Chez Madame Lolita

    J'irai dans la ville gaie
    J'irai chez Casino
    Je prendrai mes souvenirs
    Mon avenir et ma peau
    Et je jouerai coup sec
    Le tout sur le zéro
    J'irai dans la ville basse
    Chez Madame Lolita

    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour espérer vivre vieux
    Avant de quitter ici-bas
    Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
    Je ferai une de ces noubas
    Chez Madame Lolita

    J'irai dans la ville triste
    Rue de la SPA
    Je chercherai un chien
    Un plus perdu que moi
    Si je n'en trouve pas
    J'irai voir côté chat
    J'irai dans la ville triste
    Rue de la SPA

    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour espérer vivre vieux
    Avant de quitter ici-bas
    Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
    Je ferai une de ces noubas
    Chez Madame Lolita

    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour dire je t'aime et le faire
    Quand je serai trop vieux
    Pour espérer vivre vieux
    Avant de quitter ici-bas
    Avant de grimper au bon Dieu
    Je ferai une de ces noubas
    Chez Madame Lolita



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rawhide
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    Rawhide
    Composer(s): Ned Washington; Dimitri Tiomkin
    Performer(s): Frankie Laine;
    and various other artists



    Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
    Though the streams are swollen..
    Keep them doggies rollin'
    Rawhide!

    Rain and wind and weather
    He'll bent for leather
    Wishin' my gal was by my side
    All the things I'm missin
    Good viddles love and kissin
    Are waitin at the end of my ride

    Chorus:

    Move em' on,..... Head em' up,.......
    Head em' up,..... move em' on
    Move em' on,..... Head em' up,.......
    Rawhide!
    Cut em' out,..... ride em' in,.....
    ride em' in,.... cut em' out,
    Cut em' out,.......Ride em'in ....
    Rawhide!.....

    Keep movin', movin', movin'
    Though their dissaprovin'
    Keep them doggies movin'
    Rawhide!

    Don't try to understand them,
    Just rope, throw and brand em'
    Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
    My hearts calculatin'
    My true love will be waitin'
    Be waitin' at the end of my ride




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    28-07-1975
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    Dettagli
    ((Adapted from: Detalhes (Roberto Carlos) - 1971))
    Composer(s): Roberto Carlos - Erasmo Carlos - Bruno Lauzi
    Performer(s): Ornella Vanoni - 1973



    E' inutile tentare di dimenticare
    per molto tempo ancora nella vita
    dovrai cercare
    dettagli cosi' piccoli che tu
    non sei ancora pronto per capire
    ma che comnunque contano per dire
    chi siamo noi
    se vedi un'altra donna camminare
    nella tua via
    e ti ricordi quando c'ero io
    la colpa e'tutta sua
    il ritmo bilanciato del suo passo
    sono ritagli di dettagli
    se no perche'
    ti stai immediatamente ricordando
    proprio di me
    io so che un'altra donna
    sta inventando una frase fatta
    di parole come quelle che ho gia' detto
    mi sembra matta
    non credo che ti voglia
    cosi'tanto bene
    errori di grammatica
    lei non ne fa
    e senza errori non si ha mai felicita'
    e se farai l'amore con qualcuno
    fallo tacendo
    perche' se dici a un'altra
    il nome mio
    ti stai sbagliando
    non tutti hanno piacere di sentire
    parlare di qualcuno che non c'e'
    sono dettagli che fanno capire
    che pensi a me
    non dirmi che nel cuore non ti resta
    piu' quasi niente
    a furia di dettagli stai cambiando
    e gia' si sente
    la piccola scintilla
    fa il grande incendio



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Chez Les Yé-Yé
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    Chez Les Yé-Yé
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Boogalox; Etienne Daho



    Ni les tam-
    Tams
    Du Yé-yé yé
    Ni les gris
    Gris
    Que tu portais
    Da doo ron
    Ron
    Que tu écoutais
    Au bal doum
    Doum
    Où tu dansais

    Non rien n'aura raison de moi
    J'irai t'chercher ma Lolita
    Chez
    Les
    Yé-yé

    Sous les tam-
    Tams
    Du Yé-yé yé
    J'f'rai du ram-
    Dam
    Je me connais
    Oui à Sing
    Sing
    Je finirai
    J'ai un coupe
    Coupe
    À cran d'arrêt

    Non rien n'aura raison de moi
    J'irai t'chercher ma Lolita
    Chez
    Les
    Yé-yé

    Sous les tam-
    Tams des Yé-yé yé
    Fais un flash
    Back au temps passé
    Est-ce qu't'en-
    Tends
    C'que j'te disais
    Je suis fou
    Fou
    Fou de t'aimer

    Non rien n'aura raison de moi
    J'irai chercher ma Lolita
    Chez
    Les
    Yé-yé

    Ni les tam-
    Tams
    Du Yé-yé yé
    Ni les gris
    Gris
    Que tu portais
    Da doo ron
    Ron
    Que tu écoutais
    Au bal doum
    Doum
    Où tu dansais

    Non rien n'aura raison de moi
    J'irai t'chercher ma Lolita
    Chez
    Les
    Yé-yé



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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