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  • 02-08-1977
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    Thirteen Tons Of Ice Cream
    Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



    A ninety mile run
    In the Florida sun
    Can be a sticky situation
    With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
    And no refrigeration

    Well, I was loaded and locked
    At the Tampa docks
    Miami was my destination
    With some coffee and an upper
    I'll be home in time for supper
    According to my calculation
    But those ice cream bars
    In my 'frigeration car
    Were too great a temptation
    So I pulled on over to the side of the road
    And had me an ice cream celebration

    Then just outside of the
    Everglades
    I got a strange sensation
    What was drippin' down my nose

    Soakin' my clothes
    Weren't no perspiration?
    'Cuz I must've forgot
    And left the hatch unlocked
    Now I came to the realization
    I got thirteen tons of ice cream bars
    And no refrigeration
    'Cuz a ninety-mile run in the Florida sun
    Can be a sticky situation
    With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
    And no refrigeration

    There was pralines and cream droppin' into my lap
    And that's a source of irritation
    And that Chunky-Monkey fillin' up the cab
    That can disturb a fellah's concentration
    That Cherry Jubilee
    Right up to my knees
    Can make a truckin' man's ruination
    With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
    And no refrigeration

    When I pull into Tampa you can damn well bet
    There'll be a big investigation
    And under cross examination
    I'll deny all of the allegations
    Then me and the boss we're gonna have
    One of them real short conversations
    Then he's gonna be advisin' me

    To find a brand new occupation
    A ninety-mile run in the Florida sun
    Can be a sticky situation
    With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
    And no refrigeration

    Well, I'm gonna tell him where he can Stick
    His whole screwed-up organization
    Then I'm gonna head right on down to the Union Hall
    And apply for arbitration
    Then get me some fancy legal representation
    And sue the whole God damn truckin' corporation
    And win a Big cash compensation
    And then take a seven-month vacation
    At some tropical location
    With some uh... female stimulation
    And do a little copulation
    Out in the vegetation
    And get a little inebriation goin'
    Ohhh... what a sweet sensation!
    Lemme see now... what flavor should I have...
    Hmm-Hmmm... they're all running together
    I believe this is a whole new kinda ice cream
    Heee-hee-heee...



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    Country Music
    Performer(s): Marie-Lynn Hammond



    well you can play that old-time music
    you can sing those country songs
    and all the children of the cities
    they have learned to play along
    from a downtown window
    busy corner
    skies are hidden
    and there ain't no trees
    but you can hear that music playing
    that sweet-tongued fiddle playing
    and it floats through the dusty air
    like a country breeze

    well they leave the farms
    and they leave the small towns
    'cause they heard that the cities pay
    but at night they go from the yards
    and the factories
    to join the crowds down main street way
    in smoky barrooms
    at crowded tables
    they down their beer
    and they talk about home
    they've come to hear that music playing
    that sweet-sad fiddle playing
    things that you never hear
    till you're on your own

    so play for them some down home music
    yeah sing for them those country songs
    and all your children
    lost in the cities
    they can't help but sing along
    sing of prairie summers
    Ottawa river
    and Sunday mornings
    in a small Quebec town
    just try and leave it all behind you
    wherever you go it'll find you
    that sweet-sad country music
    like a lover, friend, or brother
    it's gonna follow you down




    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    J'Ai La Guitare Qui Me Démange
    Composer(s): Yves Duteil
    Performer(s): Yves Duteil



    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
    Pardonnez-moi, c'est très étrange
    Ça me prend là où ça veut
    C'est la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu

    J'aurais pu, c'est héréditaire
    Être officier d'Etat major
    Archevêque ou vétérinaire
    Clerc de notaire ou chercheur d'or
    Le hasard et la génétique
    En ont voulu tout autrement
    J'ai mis les doigts dans la musique
    Et c'est ainsi qu'à présent...

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
    Dans l'industrie, l'électronique
    Le commerce et les assurances
    J'avais des dons pour la pratique
    Oui, mais côté références...

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça fait du bien dans les phalanges
    Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
    Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
    Faut se faire une raison
    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors j'écris des chansons

    J'ai appris à lire, à écrire
    Et je compte sur mes dix doigts
    Pour composer de doux délires
    À partir de n'importe quoi
    Ne croyez pas que je m'amuse
    Que je cours après les honneurs
    Si je taquine un peu la muse
    C'est pas pour les droits d'auteur

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Mais au bout d'une heure ou deux
    Quand je me prends pour un artiste
    Ça donne un résultat miteux
    Ça me rend profondément triste
    Et quand je suis malheureux...

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Mais c'est un cercle vicieux
    Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
    Faut se faire à cette idée
    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors j'essaie de chanter

    J'ai consulté un spécialiste
    Pour me guérir, mais sans succès
    Il m'a dit "Si le mal persiste
    Essayez de prendre un cachet"
    Avant même que je le comprenne
    J'étais déjà dev'nu chanteur
    Et c'est pour ça que sur la scène
    Entre les deux projecteurs...

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Et si c'est pas très sérieux
    C'est la plus belle leçon d'musique
    Que j'ai reçue depuis toujours
    C'est la meilleure thérapeutique
    Quand j'ai des chagrins d'amour

    J'ai la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
    Et quand je serai très vieux
    À ma mort, je veux qu'on m'installe
    Avec ma guitare à la main
    Si vous voyez ma pierre tombale
    Qui gigote à la Toussaint...

    C'est la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Dans les nuages avec les anges
    Et tout là-haut dans les cieux
    Pardonnez-moi si ça dérange
    Ça me prend là où ça veut
    C'est la guitare qui me démange
    Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
    Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
    Et si, dans un jour ou deux
    Y a la guitare qui vous démange
    Alors c'était contagieux




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    01-08-1977
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    Thirteen Men
    Composer(s): Dickie Thompson
    Performer(s): Ann-Margret
    and multiple other artists



    Last night I was dreaming
    Dreamed about the H-bomb
    Well, the bomb went off and I was caught
    I was the only girl on the ground

    There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
    Thirteen men and only one gal in town
    And as funny as it may be
    The one and only gal in town was me
    Well, thirteen men and me the only gal around

    I had two guys every morning
    Seeing that I was well fed
    And believe you me, one sweetened my tea
    While another one buttered my bread

    Two guys gave me my money
    Two guys made me my clothes
    And another sweet thing, bought me a diamond ring
    About forty carats I suppose

    Well, thirteen men and only one gal in town
    There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
    It was something I can't forget
    Because I think of those thirteen men yet
    Well, thirteen men and only one gal around

    I had three guys dancing the mambo
    Three guys ballin' the jack
    And all the rest really did their best
    Boy, they sure were a lively pack

    I thought I was in heaven
    And all of these angels were mine
    But I woke up and ended the dream
    'Cause I had to get to work on time

    Well, thirteen men and only one gal in town
    There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
    No, I can't tell you where I've been
    'Cause I kind of think that someday I'll go back again
    To those thirteen men and me the only gal around
    Oh-oh, thirteen men and me the only gal around
    Thirteen men and...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Country Girl, City Man (Just Across The Line)
    Composer(s): Ted Daryll; Chip Taylor
    Performer(s): Billy Vera & Judy Clay



    I was born in New York City
    I was born in Georgia
    Girl you're lookin kinda pretty
    Don't you think we oughta
    Get to know each other better
    Take the time to find out while we can
    Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
    We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line

    City boy had your eggs and bacon
    You were raised on cornbread
    The rooster crowed while I was wakin
    Bout the time I was going to bed
    Bet we got a lot in common
    Take the time to find out while we can
    Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
    We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line

    We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
    He was born in New York City
    She was born in Georgia
    Girl you're lookin fine
    Don't you think we oughta
    Get to know each other better
    Take the time to find out while we can
    Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
    We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line

    That man's from New York City
    She's a girl from Georgia town
    We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Jai Jai
    Performer(s): Victor Jara



    Aloquita de albarroba
    molidita en el motero
    se me sube a la cabeza
    como si fuera sombrero
    se me sube a la cabeza
    como si fuera sombrero

    Ya tarde vidita mia
    ya tar’ vidita la luna
    carnaval viene al galopa
    y la chichita madura
    Yo te quisiera vidita
    pero tu dueño esta viendo
    echale un puñao’ e’ sueño
    que se divierta durmiendo
    echale un puñao’ e’ sueño
    que se divierta durmiendo

    Anoche tuita la noche
    casi me mato de risa
    me soñe que me ponia
    calzon en agua
    me soñe que me ponia
    calzon en agua
    y camisa

    Yo no se que mañas tengo
    que hoy mismo me dan pena
    me echo a dormir en mi cama
    y amanezco en cama ajena
    me echo a dormir en mi cama
    y amanezco en cama ajena

    Ahora si que estoy de luto
    corbatita colorada
    porque se ha muerto mi suegra
    esa vieja condenada
    porque se ha muerto mi suegra
    esa vieja condenada




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    31-07-1977
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    Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori ((aka Chi Mai Lo Sa (Gli Apostoli) - 1965))
    ((Adapted from: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? (Pete Seeger) - 1960))
    Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Daniele Pace
    Performer(s): Patty Pravo - 1966

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1962 - Que Sont Devenues Les Fleurs? (Dalida)
    1962 - Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind (Marlene Dietrich)
    1963 - Waar Zijn Al De Bloemen Toch (Conny Vandenbos)
    1963 - Hvor Er Som'rens Blomsterpragt (Katy Bødtger)



    Dove andranno i nostri fiori
    chi mai può dire
    dove andranno i nostri fiori
    che mai lo sa

    Una donna li rubò
    e al suo amore li donò
    qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà

    Quella donna dove andò
    chi mai può dire
    quella donna dove andrà
    chi mai lo sa

    Forse un giorno lei amò
    il ragazzo che baciò
    qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà

    E il ragazzo dove andò
    chi mai può dire
    e il ragazzo dove andò
    chi mai lo sa

    Alla guerra se ne andò
    sorridendo salutò
    qualcuno capirà
    ed il mondo cambierà

    Quel soldato dove andò
    chi mai può dire
    quel ragazzo
    dove andò
    chi mai lo sa

    Una pietra c'è laggiù
    c'è per chi non torna più
    qualcuno capirà
    ed il mondo cambierà

    Dove andranno i nostri fiori
    chi mai può dire
    dove andranno i nostri fiori
    chi mai lo sa

    un bambino li porto
    ad un uomo che non baciò
    e che non tornerà
    ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa

    ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa

    ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa

    ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa

    ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa

    mmmmmm



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Country Comfort
    Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
    First release by: Elton John - 1970
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
    Village children fight each other for a share
    And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
    Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week

    I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
    Well she's really going fine for eighty four
    Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn
    Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm

    And it's good old country comfort in my bones
    Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
    Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
    Country comfort's in a truck that's going home

    Down at the well they've got a new machine
    The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
    Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
    You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day

    Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
    The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks
    And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch
    Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    J'Ai Gardé L'Accent
    Composer(s): James Bernard; G. Bonheur
    Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



    Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
    C'est l'ail du potager, l'huile de l'olivier, le raisin de la treille
    C'est le micocoulier où jouent les écoliers
    Qu'une cigale égaye

    Quand la mer de Pagnol en retenant ses vagues
    S'endort en rêvassant
    Et rêve d'un marin qui lui passe la bague
    La mer à notre accent!

    Quand le vent de Mistral décoiffe les marchandes
    Jouant au Tout Puissant
    Et qu'il nous fait le ciel plus bleu que la lavande
    Le vent à notre accent!

    Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
    C'est le mas paternel, aux murs couleur de miel, aux tomates vermeilles
    C'est la tuile du toit, comme un peu de patois que le soir ensoleille

    Quand la nuit de Daudet aux moulins met des voiles
    Qui tournent en crissant
    Et que ça grouille au ciel des millions d'étoiles
    La mer à notre accent!

    Quand l'été de Giono revient en transhumance
    Et que les estivants, imitent en riant
    Le parler de Provence
    Le monde à notre accent!

    Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
    C'est l'accent du clocher, la Noël des bergers dans la nuit des merveilles
    C'est l'orgueil provençal, la gloire de Mistral

    C'est l'accent de... Mireille!




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    30-07-1977
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    Thirteen
    Composer(s): Glenn Danzig
    First release by: Johnny Cash - 1994
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Bad-luck wind been blowing on my back
    I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
    With a number 13 tatooed on my neck
    That ink starts to itch
    Black gon' turn to red
    I was born in the soul of misery and I
    Never had me a name
    They just gave me a number
    When I was young

    Got a long line of heartache
    I carry it well
    List of lives I've broken
    Reach from here to hell
    And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
    Pray you don't look, and pray I don't look back
    I was born in the soul of misery and I
    Never had me a name
    They just gave me a number
    When I was young

    Found me with a preacher man confessin' all I done
    Catch me with the devil playing 21
    And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
    I was born to
    Bring trouble wherever I'm at
    I was born in the soul of misery and I
    Never had me a name
    They just gave me a number
    When I was young



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    Country Bumpkin
    Composer(s): Don Wayne
    Performer(s): Cal Smith



    He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
    And with a long soft Southern drawl said
    "I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"
    A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down
    And she thought "I wonder how on earth
    That country bumpkin found his way to town"

    She said "Hello, country bumpkin"
    "How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
    "I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'"
    "Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?"

    It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain
    Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came
    That same woman's face was wrapped up
    In a raptured look of love and tenderness
    As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast

    And she said "Hello, country bumpkin"
    "Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin"
    "I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'"
    "Mamma loves her country bumpkin"

    Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place
    The heavy hand of time had not erased
    The raptured wonder from the woman's face
    She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run
    But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son

    And she said "So long, country bumpkin"
    "The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
    "I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
    "See you later, country bumpkin"

    She said "So long, country bumpkin"
    "The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"

    "I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'




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    J'Ai Froid
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Le vent du midi s'abat en rafales
    Sur la vallée noire où les arbres ploient
    Leurs bras désolés fument des gitanes
    J'ai froid
    Une fois de plus tous les droits de l'homme
    Sont foulés aux pieds sont jetés à bas
    Les maîtres sanglés dans leurs uniformes
    J'ai froid

    Une fois de plus la grande injustice
    La force imbécile triomphe du droit
    Quand la liberté tombe sa pelisse
    J'ai froid
    Encore une fois les lettres anonymes
    La bêtise épaisse en guise de loi
    La salve éclatant au milieu de l'hymne
    J'ai froid

    Si la bête immonde sort de sa tanière
    Nous retrouverons le chemin des bois
    Mets dans ma valise un gros pull-over
    J'ai froid
    Dans tes yeux soudain ivres de colère
    La révolte éclaire un grand feu de bois
    Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
    J'ai froid

    Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
    J'ai froid




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    29-07-1977
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    Third World
    Composer(s): Arthur Kent - Roy C. Bennett
    Performer(s): Johnny & Jonie Mosby



    The fool's in my world, the blind in your world
    They always say we're different and try to keep us apart
    Let's build a third world, our own kind of third world
    A place where all that matters will be the love in our hearts

    Let's build a third world, a beautiful third world
    A world where all that counts is love
    We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
    A world where all that counts is love

    We meet in secret and kiss in shadow
    Why must we go on hiding our love so no one can see
    I dream that someday we'll walk in the sunshine
    And when our new tomorrow comes back the way it will be

    We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
    A world where all that counts is love
    We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
    A world where all that counts is love



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    Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)
    Composer(s): Dennis Lambert - Brian Potter
    Performer(s): Glen Campbell



    Livin' in the city
    Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
    But the job demands that you make new plans
    Before your big chance is gone

    You get a house in the hills
    You're payin' everyone's bills
    And they tell you that you're gonna go far
    But in the back of my mind
    I hear it time after time
    "Is that who you really are?"

    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    But your mind's on Tennessee
    Lookin' back, I can remember the time
    When I sang my songs for free
    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    Take a look at everything you own
    But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home

    Talkin' on the telephone
    Settin' up another day of people to meet
    You've gotta do what's right
    You've gotta spend the night
    Stayin' in touch with the street
    When you're surrounded by friends
    They say the fun never ends
    But I guess I'll never figure it out
    'Cause in the back of my mind
    I hear it time after time
    "Is this what it's all about?"

    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    But your mind's on Tennessee
    Lookin' back, I can remember the time
    When I sang my songs for free
    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    Take a look at everything you own
    But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home

    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    But your mind's on Tennessee
    Lookin' back, I can remember the time
    When I sang my songs for free
    Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
    Take a look at everything you own
    But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home ...



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    J'Ai Eu Tort
    Composer(s): J. Albertini; J. Denjean
    Performer(s): Christophe



    J'ai eu tort de ne pas croire en toi
    Surtout ne m'en veut pas
    Je ne t'oublierai pas
    J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
    Je t'en supplie crois-moi
    Je te pleure aujourd'hui
    Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
    De promener ma vie
    Au long des heures qui courent
    Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
    De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
    J'ai eu tort de te faire du cinéma
    De jouer le drôle de gars
    Qui n'a besoin de personne
    J'ai eu tort de te crier souvent
    Je t'en supplie va-t'en
    Je t'aimais bien pourtant
    Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
    De promener ma vie
    Au long des heures qui courent
    Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
    De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
    J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
    Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
    J'ai eu tort de t'avoir fait pleurer
    Mais je le reconnais laisse moi regretter
    J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
    Je t'en supplie crois-moi
    Je te pleure aujourd'hui
    J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
    Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
    J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
    Je t'en supplie crois-moi je te pleure aujourd'hui...




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    28-07-1977
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    Third Stone From The Sun
    Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
    First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Starfleet to scoutship, please give your position
    Over
    I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called the sun
    Over
    You mean its the earth?
    Over
    Positive
    It is known to have some form of intelligent species
    Over
    I think we should take a look

    Strange beautiful grass of green
    With your majestic silver seas
    Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
    May I land my kinky machine

    Strange beautiful grass of green
    With your majestic silver seas
    Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
    May I land my kinky machine

    Although your world wonders me
    With your majestic and superior cackling hen
    Your people I do not understand
    So to you I shall put an end
    And you'll
    Never hear
    Surf music again

    Secret
    Oh, secret
    Oh
    Shhhh...



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    Country Boy
    Composer(s): Tony Colton; Albert Lee; Raymond Smith
    Performer(s): Ricky Skaggs



    I may look like a city slicker
    Shinin' up through his shoes
    Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
    Pickin' out a mess of blues

    Show me where I start
    Find a horse and cart
    I'm just a country boy
    Country boy at heart

    I may look like a bank teller
    Pushing facts in a file
    But I'd rather be a haul collar
    Shooing foot home in style

    Show me where I start
    Find a horse and cart
    I'm just a country boy
    Country boy at heart

    I may look like a city slicker
    Shinin' up through his shoes
    Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
    Pickin' out a mess of blues

    Show me where I start
    Find a horse and cart
    I'm just a country boy
    Country boy at heart



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
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    J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
    Composer(s): P. Breslin; J. Top; S. Perathoner
    Performer(s): Nicoletta



    J'ai fait la malle
    Du meilleur et du pire
    A part égale
    C'est suffisant à dire
    J'ai eu ma dose

    La journée s'achève
    Et c'est chacun pour soi
    Le vent qui se lève
    Me ramene à toi
    J'ai eu ma dose

    J'ai tracé la route
    J'ai brîlé tous les feux
    Sans la patience ni la confiance en Dieu
    Mais ça, c'est, oui, tout ça, c'est, c'est du passé

    J'ai eu ma dose
    Des romans roses
    J'ai envie
    Que l'on vive
    Tellement d'autres choses

    Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
    Jusqu'au bout des doigts
    Tout le long de la vie
    Envie de toi

    J'ai eu ma dose
    Des romans roses
    J'ai envie
    Que l'on vive
    Tellement d'autres choses

    Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
    Jusqu'au bout des doigts
    Tout le long de la vie
    J'ai envie de toi

    J'ai eu ma dose
    Des romans roses
    J'ai envie de toi...
    J'ai envie de toi.
    J'ai eu ma dose...
    J'ai envie
    Que l'on vive
    Autre chose

    Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
    Jusqu'au bout des doigts
    Tout le long de la vie
    Envie de toi

    J'ai eu ma dose
    J'ai envie
    Que l'on vive
    D'autres choses...




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    27-07-1977
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    Third Rate Romance
    Composer(s): Russell Smith
    First release by: Jesse Winchester - 1974
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
    She was starin' at her coffee cup
    He was tryin' to keep his courage up
    By applyin' booze

    And talk was small when they talked at all
    They both knew what they wanted
    There was no need to talk about it
    They were old enough to scope it out
    And keep it loose

    She said, "You don't look like my type
    But I guess you'll do"
    Third rate romance
    Low rent rendezvous
    And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you
    If you want me to"
    Third rate romance
    Low rent rendezvous

    When they left the bar
    They got in his car
    And they drove away
    He drove to the family inn
    She didn't even have to pretend
    She didn't know what for

    And he went to the desk
    And made his request
    While she waited outside
    Then he came back with the key
    She said, "Give it to me
    And I'll unlock the door"

    She kept saying
    "I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you"
    Third rate romance
    Low rent rendezvous
    And he said, "Yes I have
    But only a time or two"
    Third rate romance
    Low rent redezvous
    Third rate romance
    Low rent rendezvous
    Third rate romance
    Low rent rendezvous



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    Country Boy
    Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew
    Performer(s): Fats Domino



    Have you heard the story, of a little country boy?
    He is always happy and full of joy
    Nothing in this world, that he's thinking of
    All he really cares for is the one he loves
    And the moon above
    Stars above
    Heaven above
    That is all he thinking of
    Now you heard my story, darling can't you see
    That little country boy, happens to be me

    Have you heard the story, of the little country boy?
    He is always happy and full of joy
    Nothing in this world that he's thinking of
    All he really cares for is the one he love
    And the moon above
    Stars above
    Heaven above
    That is all he's thinking of
    Now you heard my story, darling can't you see
    That little country boy, happens to be me



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