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  • 23-01-1977
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    The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
    Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
    First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1971
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
    They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried
    It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid
    They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did

    Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
    I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around
    I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me
    Never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see

    Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand
    I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band
    Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away
    There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave"

    I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze
    I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues
    When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow
    I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now

    I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
    Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
    Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do
    But it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too
    Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died



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    Computer Liebe
    Performer(s): Kraftwerk



    Computer Liebe, Computer Liebe

    Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein
    Stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm, stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm
    Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
    Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous

    Ich wähl die Nummer, ich wähl die Nummer
    Rufe Bildschirmtext, rufe Bildschirmtext
    Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
    Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rosarita (Neil Sedaka)
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    Rosarita
    Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Dara Sedaka
    Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



    Nine sharp, here in the dark
    And my dream girl's struttin' again
    Back in to my fantasy world
    She's a vision in red
    Wild eyes, long hair
    And a body hard to describe
    Don't care what the people might say
    I think I love you, you woman child
    You make my dream world come alive

    Hot stuff, never get enough
    Don't you know that you're my dream lover
    I know that you've been around
    But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
    Rosarita, make me crazy
    Got to be my baby
    I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
    You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita

    One stolen night in her arms
    And for sure my body's on fire
    One touch and I'm needin' her more
    My lips are filled with desire
    They say I'll get over you
    But the feelin' continues to grow
    Here comes the burnin' again
    I think I love you, you woman child
    You make my dream world come alive

    Hot stuff, never get enough
    Don't you know that you're my dream lover
    I know that you've been around
    But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
    Rosarita, make me crazy
    Got to be my baby
    I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
    You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita

    I think I love you, you woman child
    You make my dream world come alive

    Hot stuff, never get enough
    Don't you know that you're my dream lover
    I know that you've been around
    But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
    Rosarita, make me crazy
    Got to be my baby
    I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
    You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
    Rosa Rosarita
    Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita
    Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita...




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    22-01-1977
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    The Year Of Our Love
    Composer(s): Davie - Moore
    Performer(s): Tommy Leonetti



    Skies and skates and in January
    Fireside dates in February
    March winds when our hearts were flyin' high
    Higher then a kite up in the sky
    The year of our love

    Strolls we took in April showers
    Sundays when we picked May flowers
    Moonlight and the midnight swim in June
    Wond'rin' how it got so late so soon
    The year of our love

    July, and those holidays apart
    August, you hurried back to ease my aching heart
    September, the plans we made
    October saw them fade
    You denied it in November

    Tried to hide it thru December
    Then you taught me how a heart can grow
    When you said goodbye on New Year's Eve
    The year of our love
    The year of our love



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Computer Age
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    Computer Age
    Performer(s): Sweet Comfort Band



    She does aerobics to start the day
    But you can find her playing video games
    On her home computer screen
    She's the best you've ever seen

    She keeps appointments, she's never late
    Only goes out on computer dates
    Made on answering machines
    She's the all-American teen

    She's growing up in the computer age
    Her mind's in gear
    Her heart's been disengaged
    The future's clear
    It's all been pre-arranged
    She's growing up in the computer age

    She's a product of society
    Completely lacking personality
    She was brought into the world
    As a test tube baby girl

    Her name is Debbie, or Cathy, or Sue
    Maybe you know her
    Maybe it's you
    She's become like all the rest
    Who've been programmed for success

    She's growing up in the computer age
    Her mind's in gear
    Her heart's been disengaged
    The future's clear
    It's all been pre-arranged
    She's growing up in the computer age

    She's got American Bandstand
    To show her how to dance
    She's got cable movies
    To tell her about romance
    But she won't dream of Mr. Right
    Electric blankets keep her warm at night

    She's growing up in the computer age
    Her mind's in gear
    Her heart's been disengaged
    The future's clear
    It's all been pre-arranged
    She's growing up in the computer age

    Growin' up, growin' up
    She's got an IBM
    That's the apple of her eye
    She doesn't think for herself
    Leads an automated life
    Growin' up



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rosanna (Toto)
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    Rosanna
    Composer(s): David Paich
    Performer(s): Toto;
    and various other artists



    All I want to do when I wake up in the morning
    is to see your eyes
    Rosanna, Rosanna
    Never thought that a girl like you could ever
    care for me
    Rosanna
    All I want to do in the middle of the evening
    is to hold you tight
    Rosanna, Rosanna
    I didn't know you were looking for more than
    I could ever give
    Not quite a year since she went away
    Rosanna, yeah
    Now she's gone and I have to say

    Meet you all the way
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah

    I can see your face still shining through the
    window on the other side
    Rosanna, Rosanna
    I didn't know that a girl like you could meke
    me feel so sad
    Rosanna
    All I want to tell you is that no one will
    never ever have to compromise
    Rosanna, Rosanna
    I've never thought that losing you could ever
    hurt so bad
    Not quite a year since she went away
    Rosanna, yeah
    Now she's gone and I have to say

    Meet you all the way
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah

    Not quite a year since she went away
    Rosanna, yeah
    Now she's gone and I have to say

    Meet you all the way
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah
    Meet you all the way
    Rosanna, yeah




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    21-01-1977
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    Yankee Doodle Boy
    Composer(s): George M. Cohan
    First performance by: George M. Cohan - 1904
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I'm the kid that's all the candy
    I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
    I'm glad I am, So's Uncle Sam

    I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
    Made my name and fame and boodle
    Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony

    I love to listen to the Dixie strain
    "I long to see ther girl I left behind me!"
    And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh
    Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?

    I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
    A Yankee Doodle, do or die
    A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
    Born on the Fourth of July

    I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
    She's my Yankee Doodle joy
    Yankee Doodle came to London
    Just to ride the ponies

    I am the Yankee Doodle Boy

    Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria
    Yanks through and through. Red, White and Blue
    Father was so Yankee hearted, When the Spanish war was started
    He slipped in his uniform and hopped upon a pony

    My mother's mother was a Yankee free
    My father's father was a Yankee too
    And that's going some, For the Yankees by gosh
    Oh, say can you see Any thing about my pedigree that's phoney?

    I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
    A Yankee Doodle, do or die
    A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
    Born on the Fourth of July



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    Comptine Pour Clementine
    Composer(s): Jean Ferrat; Guy Thomas
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Qui frappe à coups redoublés
    À ta porte verrouillée
    Sans s'occuper des voisins
    Qu'aiment pas le tambourin
    C'est le méchant loup ma mie
    C'est le méchant loup
    C'est le méchant loup ma mie
    C'est le méchant loup

    La clé fait deux petits tours
    Entrez monsieur mon amour
    Entrez mon printemps joli
    Mon oiseau de paradis
    Voilà le muguet ma mie
    Voilà le muguet
    Voilà le muguet ma mie
    Voilà le muguet

    Pour ta si cruelle absence
    Faudra faire pénitence
    Un pater c'est bien le moins
    Et trois ave sur mon sein
    À ta volonté ma mie
    À ta volonté
    À ta volonté ma mie
    À ta volonté

    Dieu nous donne le charbon
    Au diable tous tes jupons
    Accroche au clou tes dentelles
    Et cisaille tes ficelles
    Tirons le rideau ma mie
    Tirons le rideau
    Tirons le rideau ma mie
    Tirons le rideau

    Oublions les hypocrites
    Les fabricants d'eau bénite
    Voilà le premier baiser
    Que tu dois apprivoiser
    Comme un papillon ma mie
    Comme un papillon
    Comme un papillon ma mie
    Comme un papillon

    Il n'y a pas de morale
    Dans ma chanson de cigale
    Il n'y a c'est instinctif
    Qu'un petit cri subversif
    Merde à la fourmi ma mie
    Merde à la fourmi
    Merde à la fourmi ma mie
    Merde à la fourmi



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rosanna (Gordon Lightfoot)
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    Rosanna
    Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
    Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot



    Rosanna makes my day begin
    With kisses for a king
    And coffee on a silver tray
    She sees the shape I'm in
    And if she should ever break away
    I'd follow close behind her
    'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
    Rules my heart

    Rosanna knows the times I keep
    A fire softly glows
    And the shadows lick the walls
    She knows when I'm asleep
    The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time
    And all is well by nine
    'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
    Rules my heart

    Rosanna moves across the floor
    Her perfume fills the air
    As she walks beside my easy chair
    I touch her hand once more
    And I may never sleep again
    I like the bag she put me in

    Rosanna knows the ways of a man
    But not the way I feel
    I don't really care what happens now
    It's catch me if you can
    For no matter what occasion should arise
    She likes to sympathize
    'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
    Rosanna, Rosanna
    Rules my heart




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    20-01-1977
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    The Yam
    Composer(s): Irving Berlin
    Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
    and multiple other artists



    Any Yams today? Any Yams today?

    Come on and hear the Yam and cry
    "Any Yam today?"
    The sweet potatoes that he'll fry
    Will be Yam today

    The little step that you see him do
    With every yam that he sells to you
    Is something that you ought to try
    Come and yam today!

    Come get what I've got
    It will hit the spot
    Get your sweet and hot
    Yam....

    Raise your hand and sway
    Like you hold a tray
    When you're on your way
    Yam....

    Come on shake your depression
    And let's have a yam session
    There's that long note, one-two-three
    Yam...

    Every orchestra
    In America
    Will be doing the
    Yam...

    I didn't come to do the Charleston
    I didn't come to ball the jack
    I didn't come to do the Suzie Q
    Or do the bottom they call black

    I didn't come to do big apple
    I didn't come to do the shag
    But honey here I am to do the yam
    Because the yam is in the bag



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    Comprendre
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Je t'apprendrai l'eau la lumière
    L'arbre la source le torrent
    Le secret des vignes des pierres
    Le bruit du vent
    Toi tu m'apprendras la panthère
    Le chat le renard et l'oiseau
    Le cri blessé du solitaire
    Loin du troupeau
    Nous apprendrons à voir les choses
    Et leur pourquoi et leur comment
    J'aurai l'innocence des roses
    Toi des enfants

    Comprendre
    La fleur et le fruit
    Comprendre
    Le monde aujourd'hui

    Tu m'apprendras tes yeux de fleur
    Tes bras colliers tes hanches flammes
    Ton rêve abeille et crève-coeur
    Ton rire femme
    Je serai l'ombre qui te suit
    Cette part toujours en nous-mêmes
    Qui se dérobe à l'autre et fuit
    Ce que l'on aime
    Nous apprendrons à nous connaître
    En jetant bas les interdits
    Je serai la fenêtre ouverte
    Et toi la nuit

    Comprendre
    La fleur et le fruit
    Comprendre
    Ce qui nous unit

    Nous conjuguerons l'avenir
    À chaque instant présent dans toi
    En partageant le vin le rire
    Avec ceux-là
    Qui vivent plus haut que leurs songes
    Qui haïssent la solitude
    Qui chassent l'ombre et le mensonge
    Des habitudes
    Nous apprendrons à voir le monde
    Avec ces hommes d'aujourd'hui
    Dont les rêves aux nôtres se fondent
    À l'infini

    Comprendre
    La fleur et le fruit
    Comprendre
    L'homme d'aujourd'hui



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rosana
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    Rosana
    Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



    Ya te estoy recordando, Rosana
    aunque no te hayas ido
    el lucero que brilla mañana
    es lo que te he querido
    Ya te estoy recordando, elegida
    como un reo en la sombra
    resucita el color de la vida
    lo acaricia y lo nombra

    Ni un centavo te cuesta este beso
    pues mi alma lo paga
    Sólo espero lo mismo por eso
    hasta el fin de la saga
    Cuando escriban la vida los buenos
    al final vencedores
    se sabrá que no usamos veneno
    como aroma de flores

    Brotará de la sangre ternura
    inocencia y espejos
    donde irán a correr travesuras
    nuevos niños y viejos
    Servirá de señal cada huella
    de las horas felices
    Se sabrá tanto de las estrellas
    como de cicatrices

    Y el camino que emprendas, Rosana
    será mejor a veces
    porque en otros momentos, cubana
    tu llorarás con creces
    Ya te vas
    Yo no me quedo y no atino
    a saber qué ha pasado
    Sólo sé que, por causa o destino
    ya no estas a mi lado




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    19-01-1977
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    Comprami Un Juke-Box ((French Version: Achète Moi Un Juke-Box (by Dalida)) Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Clement Nicholas Performer(s): Dalida



    Amo andare a scuola e mi piace studiar
    Alla sera invece veglio solo ballar
    E questa mia passione non la so dominar
    Percio' non dir di no

    Oh oh papà!
    Vorrei avere un juke-box
    Oh oh oh papà!
    Ti prego comprami un juke-box
    Se mi accontenti io ti prometto
    Che d'ora in poi non usciro' mai più
    Staro' buonissima a a fare i compiti
    E ascoltero' Peppino, Dallara e Celentano

    E e Dalida!
    Macchè, macchè ballar
    Dalida!
    Che strana novita
    Dalida!
    Che c'entra quella là

    Oh oh papà
    Vorrei avere un juke-box
    Oh oh oh papà
    Ti prego comprami un juke-box
    C'è tanto posto non ti agitare
    Lo metterai a fianco del buffet
    Cramato e lucido fa soprammobile
    E poi ti dà, Peppino, Dallara e Celentano

    E e Dalida!
    Peppino di Capri
    Dalida!
    Dallara e Celentano
    Dalida!
    Senti questi qu'à

    Invitero un po di gente a ballar
    Qualche rock qualche twist
    E forse anche tu mi aiuterai a spostar
    Il tavolo il tappeto la TV

    Oh oh papà
    Vorrei avere un juke-box
    Oh oh oh papà
    Ti prego comprami un juke-box
    Tu spendi meno se resto in casa
    E in quanto a me lo ci guadagnero'
    Perchè gli amici miei
    Dovranno' gettonar per ascoltar
    Peppino, Dallara e Celentano

    E e Dalida!
    Ma non hanno capito niente
    Dalida!
    E come glielo spieghero
    Dalida!
    Ma in fondo perchè no



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    18-01-1977
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    Completely Sweet
    Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
    Performer(s): Eddie Cochran



    Well completely sweet that's my baby
    Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
    Well completely sweet that's my baby
    Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
    And I love her more 'n' more each day
    She's so completely sweet

    Well a-just like a-honey, that the bees bring in
    Mmm, a-just like a honey, that the bees bring in
    Mmm, I get my sugar, when I kiss her on the chin

    Well the sugar in my coffee, well the sugar in my tea
    Well the sugar in my coffee, mmmm the sugar in my tea
    Mmm, they both taste better, with a sugar on my knee



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
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    Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
    Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
    Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band



    Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
    You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
    You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
    And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
    You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
    The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and

    Rosie you're the one
    Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
    Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
    Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
    Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
    She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
    `cause you know we ain't gonna come
    I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun

    Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire
    I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire

    Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there
    Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air
    We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool
    Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright
    Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight
    Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
    Closets are for hangers winners use the door

    Rosalita jump a little...

    Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band
    And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
    Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
    I'm comin' to lend a hand
    I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man
    Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
    But now you're sad your mama's mad
    And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
    Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
    Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance

    My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy
    My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
    Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
    By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
    I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
    There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
    You can hear them in the back room strummin'
    So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'

    Rosalita jump a little...




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    17-01-1977
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    The Writing On The Wall
    Performer(s): Lene Lovich



    The writing's on the subway wall
    I'm sorry that I never called
    I, I never phoned
    or wrote to you
    It's silly 'cause
    I wanted to

    Oh yes, the subway wall
    sadly seems to say it all
    It's my mistake, I know that now
    a bit too late to cry...

    You're somewhere else
    with someone else
    and here am I, all by myself
    An empty wall, and empty me
    I write the things that should've been

    I tell the world how much I care
    and miss the one
    that isn't there
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    Oh - The writing on the wall...

    The writing's on the subway wall
    and give or take a year or so
    someone will come
    and rub it out
    delete the words
    that hurt my heart

    Oh yes, there will remain
    a little hurt, a little stain
    the memory can still be read
    upon the wall
    inside my head

    Oh - The writing on the wall
    (right on)
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    (write on)
    Oh - The writing on the wall
    Oh - The writing on the wall...



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    Complete Control
    Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones
    First release by: The Clash - 1977
    Covered by multiple other artists



    They said release 'Remote Control'
    But we didn't want it on the label
    They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"
    The people laughed but the press went mad

    Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
    Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh

    On the last tour my mates couldn't get in
    I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again
    At every hotel we was met by the Law
    Come for the party - come to make sure!

    Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
    Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song

    They said we'd be artistically free
    When we signed that bit of paper
    They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
    An' worry about it later

    Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand
    Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!

    All over the news spread fast
    They're dirty, they're filthy
    They ain't gonna last!

    This is Joe Public speaking
    I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind

    Total
    C-o-n control - that means you!



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    Rosalita
    Composer(s): Åge Aleksandersen
    Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen & Mikael Wiehe



    Når du ser på mæ
    fra en TV-skjerm
    Når di avmakt og redsel
    når mæ her hjemme
    Når et ansikt, et menneskebarn
    trenge sæ frem
    Æ vil glemme
    Æ vil glemme
    Æ vil glemme
    Och när du upplever världen som
    iskall och stor
    Ska jag stå upp och sloss
    för deg älskade bror
    Jag skal skydda deg
    mot orättvis och vold
    Aldrig glömma
    Aldrig glömma
    Aldrig glömma

    Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
    Du e ei stjerne, en konge
    Du eie en skatt
    Du e liten, men stor
    Du e størst på vår jord
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Du e ei stjerne, en konge
    Du eie en skatt
    Og vi passe på dæ i natt

    Samisk tekst
    Go du morašlaš calmmit deivet mu
    Go don oððasiin siivudit muitalat
    Olbmománná
    Mo heive
    Mun jurddašan
    Mun in hálit, in hálit gullat
    Mutho dieðán in sáhte lovpetge
    Go mus oappát
    Ja vieljat mu dárbbašit
    De vaikko máilbmi garas
    ja balddonas leaš
    in áiggo goassige ciehkádit gal

    Det finns ingen som hotar ditt liv här i natt
    Du är en stjärna, en kung
    För du äger en skatt
    Du är liten, men enda
    det största som finns på jorden

    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
    främtidens skatt
    Och vi skyddar er alla nu i natt

    Når verden høgg tak i mæ
    kald og stor
    Vil æ reis mæ å sloss
    for kvar søster og bror
    Æ ska vær der på vakt
    imot urett og vold
    Aldri glemme
    Aldri glemme
    Aldri glemme

    Behind the barbed-wired fences
    the sun’s going down
    You’re eating your ration
    sitting on the ground
    You’ve stopped counting the days
    till you’ll get away
    as the smoke from the campfire
    put tears in your eyes
    I know that you know
    there will come a time
    when the wheels of fortune
    will spin the other way around
    You shall not have lost
    your childhood in vain
    for the sake of the fanatical
    greedy, insaine

    Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
    Du e ei stjerne, en konge
    Du eie en skatt
    Du e liten, men stor
    Du e størst på vår jord
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
    främtidens skatt
    Så vi skyddar er alla nu i natt

    Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
    Du e ei stjerne, en konge
    Du eie en skatt
    Du e liten, men stor
    Du e størst på vår jord
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
    Du e ei stjerne, en konge
    Du eie en skatt
    Vi ska passe på dæ i natt




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    16-01-1977
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    Wreck On The Highway
    Composer(s): Dorsey Dixon
    Performer(s): Roy Acuff



    Who did you say it was brother?
    Who was it fell by the way?
    When whiskey and blood run together
    Did you hear anyone pray?

    I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
    I didn't hear nobody pray
    I heard the crash on the highway
    But, I didn't hear nobody pray

    When I heard the crash on the highway
    I knew what it was from the start
    I went to the scene of destruction
    And a picture was stamped on my heart

    There was whiskey and blood all together
    Mixed with glass where they lay
    Death played her hand in destruction
    But I didn't hear nobody pray

    I wish I could change this sad story
    That I am now telling you
    But there is no way I can change it
    For somebody's life is now through

    Their soul has been called by the Master
    They died in a crash on the way
    And I heard the groans of the dying
    But, I didn't hear nobody pray

    I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
    I didn't hear nobody pray
    I heard the crash on the highway
    But, I didn't hear nobody pray



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    Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine
    Composer(s): Philippe Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle
    First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Moi j' me promène sous Ste-Catherine
    J' profite de la chaleur du métro
    Je n' me regarde pas dans les vitrines
    Quand il fait trente en-dessous d' zéro

    Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
    Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques

    Je ne me sens pas intrépide
    Quand il fait fret j' fais pas du ski
    J'ai pas d' motel aux Laurentides
    Le samedi c'est l' soir du hockey

    Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
    Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques

    Faut pas croire que j' suis une imbécile
    Parce que j' chauffe pas une convertible
    La gloire c'est pas mal inutile
    Au prix du gaz c'est trop pénible

    Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
    Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques

    On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne
    Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps
    Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes
    Même les femmes et les enfants

    Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
    Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques

    Croyez pas qu'on est pas chrétiens
    Le dimanche on promène son chien

    La la la...



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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