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  • 23-02-1983
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    In The Beginning
    Composer(s): Graeme Edge
    Performer(s): The Moody Blues



    First Man:
    I think, I think I am, I think

    Establishment:
    Of course you are my bright little star
    I've miles
    And miles
    Of files
    Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
    And now to suit our
    Great computer
    You're magnetic ink

    First Man:
    I'm more than that
    I know I am, at least
    I think I must be

    Inner Man:
    There you go, man
    keep as cool as you can
    Face piles
    And piles
    Of trials
    With smiles
    It riles them to believe
    That you perceive
    The web they weave
    And keep on thinking free



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.När Jag Var Fem
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    När Jag Var Fem
    English Title: When I Was Five
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    När jag var fem höll jag i mammas kjol
    Och levde i en vänlig värld
    Skolan kom sen och jag var tio år
    Och blev övervakad, visad och lärd

    Vid femton år var jag en del av ett gäng
    Där ingen någonsin tänkte för sig
    Men nu är det dags, jag skall göra mig fri
    Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi
    Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig

    Refräng:
    Jag vill se mig runt
    och lära mig om världen
    Se vad kärlek är
    och vad jag, bara vad jag

    Refräng

    När jag var fem var jag ett sorglöst barn
    Jag byggde mina sagoslott
    Nu vill jag se vad livet handlar om
    Då det är så lite jag har förstått

    Jag anar nog hur hård tid, världen, kan va
    Men var och en ska pröva för sig
    Och nu är det dags, jag ska göra mig fri
    Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi
    Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig

    Refräng x 3




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    22-02-1983
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.In The Beginning (Genesis)
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    In The Beginning
    Composer(s): Tony Banks; Peter Gabriel; Steve Hackett; Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford
    Performer(s): Genesis



    Ocean of motion
    Squirming around and up and down
    Pushing together
    Scattering mountains all around you

    That is the sound of a new born world
    And the light from a curious sky
    It has begun
    You're in the hands of destiny

    Thrashing with violence
    Hurling its lava up and down
    Furnace of frenzy
    Burning with power uncontrolled

    That is the sound of a new born world
    And the light from a curious sky
    It has begun
    You're in the hands of destiny

    Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
    Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
    Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
    This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
    Father, son, looks down with happiness
    Life is on its way

    Ocean of motion
    Squirming around and up and down
    Pushing together
    Scattering mountains all around you

    That is the sound of a new born world
    And the light from a curious sky
    It has begun
    You're in the hands of destiny

    Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
    Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
    Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
    This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
    Father, son, looks down with happiness
    Life is on its way



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn
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    När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn
    ((English Version: The Queen Of Hearts (Agnetha Fältskog))
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Ingenting blev som förr
    När du stängde min dörr
    Och jag grät mej till sömns den natten
    Det var bittert just då
    Och så svårt att förstå
    Att vårt kärleksvin blivit vatten
    Och jag sa till mej själv
    "Aldrig nånsin igen
    ska känslorna få styra mej"

    Men när du tar mej i din famn
    När du viskar ömt mitt namn
    Blir jag het och kall på samma gång
    Fåglar sjunger för mej
    Var gång jag tänker på dej
    Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång!
    Och när du tar mej i din famn
    När du viskar ömt mitt namn
    Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till
    Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord
    Och jag vill älska igen!

    Jag var stolt när du gick
    Gav dej inte en blick
    Och jag sa inte vad jag kände
    Men hos mej blev det kallt
    Det var tyst överallt
    Jag förstod inte vad som hände
    Och jag sa till mej själv
    "Aldrig nånsin igen
    ska känslorna få styra mej"

    Men när du tar mej i din famn
    När du viskar ömt mitt namn
    Blir jag het och kall på samma gång
    Fåglar sjunger för mej
    Var gång jag tänker på dej
    Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång!
    Och när du tar mej i din famn
    När du viskar ömt mitt namn
    Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till
    Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord
    Och jag vill älska igen!

    Så när du tar mej i din famn...



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    21-02-1983
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. In The Beautiful Seaside Air
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    In The Beautiful Seaside Air
    Composer(s): Walter Donaldson; William Tracey
    Performer(s): Billy Murray



    Fellows I want to advise you
    How to win your girl's heart
    Certain tricks you should be wise to
    Learn them before you start
    Never make love by the bright fireside
    If you're real anxious to take a bride
    Don't get together in cold Winter weather
    Just wait 'til the Summer comes 'round

    Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow
    On a warm summer's night while you sit there and spoon
    There's nobody looking but the man in the moon
    Although the beach is damp and sandy
    You'll find a cozy corner handy
    If your heart is true
    She'll know just what to do
    In the beautiful seaside air

    You'll quickly find the reason
    Why everyone goes there
    Cupid is busy each season
    Down in the seaside air
    Don't go in search of a foreign clime
    Stay right at home at vacation time
    Pass up the mountains and cream soda fountain
    There's one trip you're bound to enjoy

    Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow
    You can have lots of fun if you follow the bunch
    Just take an umbrella and a basket of lunch
    If there's a couple nearby dozing
    Don't let that keep you from proposing
    Stick around and be game
    They're all doing the same
    In the beautiful seaside air



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Naquela Estacão

    Naquela Estacão
    Composer(s): João Donato;
    Caetano Veloso; Ronaldo Bastos
    Performer(s): Adriana Calcanhotto; Caetano Veloso



    Você entrou no trem
    E eu na estação
    Vendo um céu fugir
    Também não dava mais
    Para tentar
    Lhe convencer
    A não partir...

    E agora, tudo bem
    Você partiu
    Para ver outras paisagens
    E o meu coração embora
    Finja fazer mil viagens
    Fica batendo parado
    Naquela estação....

    E o meu coração embora
    Finja fazer mil viagens
    Fica batendo parado
    Naquela estação...

    Você entrou no trem
    E eu na estação
    Vendo um céu fugir
    Também não dava mais
    Para tentar
    Lhe convencer
    A não partir...

    E agora, tudo bem
    Você partiu
    Para ver outras paisagens
    E o meu coração embora
    Finja fazer mil viagens
    Fica batendo parado
    Naquela estação....

    E o meu coração embora
    Finja fazer mil viagens
    Fica batendo parado
    Naquela estação...(2x)




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    20-02-1983
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    In The Basement
    Composer(s): Billy Davis; Raynard Miner; Carl Williams Smith
    Performer(s): Etta James
    and multiple other artists



    Ohh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long?
    In the basement, down in the basement, yeah
    Oh where can you go when your money gets low?
    In the basement, whoa down in the basement
    And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be safe
    In the basement, down in the basement, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Where can you dance to any music you choose?
    In the basement, whoa down in the basement
    Oh, you got the comforts of home, a nightclub too
    In the basement, whoa down in the basement
    There’s no cover charge or fee and the food and drinks are free
    In the basement, down in the basement

    Come on child, you can do it, you can do it, yeah

    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, in the basement, in the basement that’s where its at

    (You tell ‘em)
    Where they don’t, where they don’t check you age at the door
    In the basement, whoa down in the basement
    Barracuda and ??? ‘til your feet get sore
    In the basement, whoa down in the basement
    Do any dance you want to do, there’s no one under you
    In the basement, I know it, you tell ‘em oh-h-h-h I wanna go

    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at
    In the basement, that’s where it’s at



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
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    N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
    Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
    Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



    Fleur carnivore d'aéroport
    Bijou fragile roule et rutile
    Où sont tes ailes pour le futur?
    Si tu choisis d'enfanter la démesure

    N'appartiens jamais à personne
    N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
    N'appartiens jamais à personne

    Des étagères pour les idées
    Un vieil enfer à réchauffer
    La femme objet dans la baignoire
    Et la misère au Brown Sugar

    Le lit est froid un vrai poignard
    C'est le parking du désespoir
    Le ciel est bleu comme en enfer
    Sur Las Vegas dans le désert

    Mais...

    N'appartiens jamais à personne
    N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
    N'appartiens jamais à personne

    Les lumières jaunes de notre zone
    Sentent l'ozone et la mer
    Les tueurs pâles de l'arrière salle
    Vont te parler en plein air

    Dealers de mots et de boussoles
    D'idées usées par la racole
    Castreurs séniles aux ongles noirs
    Tout se bouscule dans l'entonnoir

    Les soirs craquants où tu hésites
    Entre la marge et sa limite
    Quand tu es là contre sa peau
    Bien à l'abri dans tes yeux clos

    Ils vont te braquer au bout du voyage
    Si t'es encore vivant, pour refermer la cage
    Ne signe pas la carte et flambe les dollars
    Sinon tu n'es plus rien desséché, dérisoire!

    Tu ne veux pas te vendre, alors tu meurs!
    On te bouffera de l'intérieur
    Sois une flèche en altitude!
    Un baiser dans la solitude

    Mais...

    N'appartiens jamais à personne
    N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
    N'appartiens jamais à personne




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    19-02-1983
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    In Honolulu By The Sea
    Composer(s): Jack Frost



    It's just the time the moon is shining down
    In Honolulu by the sea
    It's just the time the ukeleles sound
    In Honolulu by the sea
    Sleep, dream, my Honolulu lady
    Tho' I'm far away from thee
    Sweet breezes whisper love songs as of you
    When last you said farewell to me

    The same old silv'ry moon is shining there
    In Honolulu by the sea
    With same sweet songs the night birds fill the air
    In Honolulu by the sea
    Sleep, dream, my ukelele lady
    Won't you sing once more to me
    The songs that used to drive away all care
    In Honolulu by the sea

    Once again I seem to hear her softly singing
    "Aloha oe, aloha oe"
    When thro' the pines the ukeleles ringing
    bring back the happy days that used to be
    Honey Lou, my tears are falling
    As I seem to hear you softly calling me
    "Aloha oe, aloha oe"
    In Honolulu by the sea



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Napoli Chante
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    Napoli Chante
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Quand je te serre entre mes bras
    Napoli chante
    Napoli chante, rien que pour moi
    Comme un guaglione en plein soleil
    D'une vois pure et sans pareil
    Ensorcelante
    A mon oreille

    Quand nos cœurs jouent le même accord
    Napoli danse
    Napoli danse, le diable au corps
    Avec fureur avec génie
    Pleine d'amour de frénésie
    Et d'insolence
    Jusqu'à l'aurore

    J'ai des soleils sur mes murs gris
    Qui se dessinent
    Des coins de ciel lavés de pluie
    Qui s'illuminent
    Des arcs-en-ciel peignant nos nuits
    De mille teintes
    Que de merveilles au fond des cris
    De nos étreintes

    Quand tes yeux plongent dans les miens
    Napoli parle
    Napoli parle, avec les mains
    Un peu de tout, beaucoup de rien
    D'amour, de bonheur et de vin
    Napoli parle
    Napolitain

    Quand ton amour brûle mon cœur
    Napoli chante
    Napoli chante notre bonheur
    Elle se prend pour Caruso
    Chante plus fort chante plus haut
    Tonitruante
    Le bel canto

    Quand ton regard hante mes jours
    Napoli rêve
    Napoli rêve au grand amour
    Amour profond, amour folie
    Commis au fond d'un vaste lit
    Et fille d'Ève
    A ton sein lourd

    Quand tu es loin, je broie du noir
    Tout semble terne
    Tous les drapeaux de mes espoirs
    Restent en berne
    Je suis inquiet, je suis jaloux
    Et m'imagine
    Que tous les dieux sont contre nous
    Et m'assassinent

    Mais quand tu rentres et ris de moi
    Napoli chante
    Napoli chante à pleine voix
    Sa mélodie vole dans l'air
    Se mêle au vent défie la mer
    Reconnaissante
    Que tu sois là
    Napoli chante

    L'hymne à la joie




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    18-02-1983
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. In Hollywood
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    In Hollywood
    Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt; Jacques Morali
    Performer(s): Village People



    Take a bus, a train or a plane to Hollywood
    Go there and then change your name
    You die your hair out there, it's part of the game
    You're gonna be a star, a big star

    Tell the bank that you need a loan
    Go sell your house and every little thing that you own
    You'll make your dream, forget what you've ever known
    You're gonna be a star, a big star

    Now you're set, so follow the rules
    Don't need a house unless it comes with the pool
    Buy some new clothes and then you've got to be cool
    You're gonna be a star, a big star

    In sty-y-y-yle (get in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle
    Say hi-i-i-i (saying hi-i-i) as you cruise by-y-y-y
    (Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
    Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)

    Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
    (Holly-Hollywood, Holly-Hollywood) come on

    Now it's time to get a new car
    You know the kind that has a phone and a bar
    You'll soon forget the per-son you really are
    You're gonna be a star, a big star

    Tell your friends you walked off the stage
    Then slip outside and call and have yourself paged
    Get on the phone and scream as though in a rage
    You're gonna be a star, a big star

    In sty-y-y-yle (be in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle (L.A. sty-y-y-yle)
    Say hi-i-i-i (say hi) as you cruise by-y-y-y (as you cruise by)
    (Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
    Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)

    Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
    (Holly-Hollywood) well (Holly-Hollywood) alright

    Studio (what), lights (lights), music (music), action (action)
    Dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Napoléon IV
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    Napoléon IV
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Parce qu'un Corse lui fit la cour
    Au doux temps de ses illusions
    Me mère en me donnant le jour
    Me prénomma Napoléon
    En haut d'un vieil hôtel miteux
    Je règne sur une chaise et un pieu
    Mes Tuileries donnent au fond d'la cour
    J'suis l'Napoléon des faubourgs

    Si ma Joséphine
    C'est une chouette gamine
    Elle est vite à bout d'arguments
    Pour m'faire oublier le temps présent
    Mais sans crier gare
    Quand j'en aurai marre
    D'jouer à cache-cache avec la mouise
    J'croquerai la dot à Marie-Louise

    J'travaillais chez Pitt & Cobourg
    Des gars qui n'font jamais d'cadeaux
    Et ne vous laissent sur les os
    Que d'quoi faire la peau d'un tambour
    Au blocus de mon estomac
    Ils s'amusèrent pendant des mois
    Pour me vider comme dans l'histoire
    De leur usine de Trafalgar

    J'suis dans la débime
    Et ma Joséphine
    Qui ne vit pas que d'l'air du temps
    Va me laisser choir sur le champ
    Sur le champ de bataille
    Quand l'amour se taille
    On arrive au bout d'son rouleau
    Moi j'viens d'connaître mon Waterloo

    J'ai eu beau faire donner la garde
    A trop compter sur les souris
    On s'retrouve dans un terrain vague
    Du côté de la Plaine Saint-Denis
    C'est là qu'sans pognon sans amour
    Comme Napoléon dans son île
    J'finirai ma vie en exil
    Mais dans cet exil des faubourgs

    J'aurai pas la veine
    Comme à Sainte-Hélène
    De voir le soleil sur la mer
    Jouer au fond les golfes clairs
    J'suis rayé d'l'Histoire
    Jusqu'au jour de gloire
    Où les pieds joints, le teint livide
    On m'fera l'honneur des Invalides




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    17-02-1983
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    In Heaven There Is No Beer
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Brave Combo
    and multiple other artists



    In Heaven there is no beer
    That's why we drink it here
    And when we're all gone from here
    Our friends will be drinking all the beer

    In Heaven there is no wine
    So we drink till we feel fine
    And when we leave this all behind
    Our friends will be drinking all the wine

    In Heaven there is no fear
    So we worry too much here
    And we drink ourselves full of beer
    To help us when we deal with the fear

    In Heaven there are no drugs
    That's why we hang with thugs
    And when the Lord pulls the plug
    All the thugs will still be selling drugs, yeah

    Thugs and drugs
    Beer...

    In Heaven there is no sex
    So let's do that next
    And when our muscles no longer flex
    Someone else will be having sex

    In Heaven there are no wars
    Or cars, or movie stars
    And when we no longer are
    The world will probably still be having wars

    What the heck! Yeah!

    Sex and war
    Bars and cars
    Drugs, thugs
    And delicious food



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Napoléon
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    Napoléon
    Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
    Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac



    Un jour se lève sur l'empereur et son exil
    A Sainte Hélène, Napoléon dans sa piscine
    Il finit son crème
    Bien à l'abri de Joséphine, Joséphine

    Du bout des doigts une Anglaise lui masse les reins
    La chaîne trois passe un film sur les Indiens
    Très loin de là, ça révolutionne à Pékin, à Pékin

    La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
    Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
    Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
    J'arrive attends-moi

    Un jour se lève sur le bleu de l'éternité
    A Sainte Hélène c'est le Club Méditerrannée
    Et sur ses lèvres, l'Anglaise dépose un baiser, un baiser
    Vive la France, et vive le Royaume-Uni
    Sa peau est blanche sous les doigts du petit génie
    Ronde est sa hanche, ça vaut les femmes de Paris, de Paris

    La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
    Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
    Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
    J'arrive attends-moi

    Un jour se lève sur notre vie de tous les jours
    Un peu de rêve, et la vie change de contours
    Ton Sainte Hélène, réinvente-le chaque jour, chaque jour

    La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
    Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
    Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
    J'arrive attends-moi
    La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
    Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
    Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
    J'arrive attends-moi




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    16-02-1983
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    In Ginocchio Da Te
    Composer(s): Bruno Zambrini; Franco Migliacci
    First release by: Gianni Morandi - 1964
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Titles In Other Languages:
    1964 - Je N'ai Jamais Pu T'oublier
    1965 - Ich Werde Warten



    Io voglio per me le tue carezze
    si' io t'amo piu' della mia vita
    Ritornero'
    in ginocchio da te
    l'altra non e'
    non e' niente per me
    Ora lo so
    ho sbagliato con te
    ritornero' in ginocchio da te
    e bacero' le tue mani amor
    negli occhi tuoi
    che hanno pianto per me
    io cerchero'
    il perdono da te
    e bacero' le tue mani amor

    Io voglio per me le tue carezze
    si' io t'amo piu' della mia vita
    Io cerchero'
    il perdono da te
    e bacero' le tue mani amor
    Ritornero' in ginocchio da te
    l'altra non e'
    non e' niente per me
    Ora lo so
    ho sbagliato con te
    ritornero' in ginocchio da te
    Si, io t'amo piu' della mia vita!
    Io voglio per me le tue carezze
    si, io t'amo piu' della mia vita



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    Não Sonho Mais
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
    Aquilo del Nisso; Elba Ramalho



    Hoje eu sonhei contigo
    Tanta desdita, amor
    Nem te digo
    Tanto castigo
    Que eu tava aflita de te contar

    Foi um sonho medonho
    Desses que às vezes a gente sonha
    E baba na fronha
    E se urina toda
    E quer sufocar

    Meu amor
    Vi chegando um trem do candango
    Formando um bando
    Mas que era um bando de orangotango
    Pra te pegar

    Vinha nego humilhado
    Vinha morto-vivo
    Vinha flagelado
    De tudo que é lado
    Vinha um bom motivo
    Pra te esfolar

    Quanto mais tu corria
    Mais tu ficava
    Mais atolava
    Mais te sujava
    Amor, tu fedia
    Espestava o ar

    Tu, que foi tão valente
    Chorou pra gente
    Pediu piedade
    E olha que maldade
    Me deu vontade
    De gargalhar

    Ao pé da ribanceira
    Acabou-se a liça
    E escarrei-te inteira
    A tua carniça
    E tinha justiça
    Nesse escarrar

    Te rasgamo a carcaça
    Descemo a ripa
    Viramo as tripa
    Comemo os ovo
    Ai, e aquele povo
    Pôs-se a cantar

    Foi um sonho medonho
    Desses que às vezes a gente sonha
    E baba na fronha
    E se urina toda
    E já não tem paz

    Pois eu sonhei contigo
    E caí da cama
    Ai, amor, não briga
    Ai, diz que me ama
    E eu não sonho mais




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    15-02-1983
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    In France They Kiss On Main Street
    Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
    First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975
    Covered by: David Lahm - 2000



    Downtown
    My darling dimestore thief
    In the War of Independence
    Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory
    Under neon signs
    A girl was in bloom
    And a woman was fading
    In a suburban room
    I said, "Take me to the dance"
    "Do you want to dance?"
    "I love to dance"
    And I told him, "They don't take chances
    They seem so removed from romance"
    "They've been broken in churches and schools
    And molded to middle class circumstance"
    And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling

    Downtown
    The dance halls and cafes
    Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart
    Just doing the latest dance craze
    Gail and Louise
    In those push-up brassieres
    Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
    Drinking up the band's beers
    Young love was kissing under bridges
    Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
    And we were walking down Main Street
    Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
    "In France they kiss on Main Street"
    "Amour, mama, not cheap display"
    And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling

    Downtown
    In the pinball arcade
    With his head full of pool hall pitches
    And songs from the hit parade
    He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love"
    While he's racking up his free play
    Let those rock 'n roll choir boys
    Come and carry us away
    Sometimes Chickie had the car
    Or Ron had a car
    Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
    We'd all go looking for a party
    Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
    And I'd be kissing in the back seat
    Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
    And we'd be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling



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    Não Identificado
    Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
    Performer(s): Caetano Veloso;
    Gal Costa; Portastatic; Paulo Ricardo



    Eu vou fazer uma canção prá ela
    Uma canção singela, brasileira
    Para lançar depois do carnaval
    Eu vou fazer um iê-iê-iê romântico
    Um anticomputador sentimental

    Eu vou fazer uma canção de amor
    Para gravar num disco voador

    Uma canção dizendo tudo a ela
    Que ainda estou sozinho, apaixonado
    Para lançar no espaço sideral

    Minha paixão há de brilhar na noite
    No céu de uma cidade do interior

    Como um objeto não identificado
    Que ainda estou sozinho e apaixonado
    Como um objeto não identificado
    Para gravar num disco voador
    Eu vou fazer uma canção de amor
    Como um objeto não identificado




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    14-02-1983
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    In Flanders Fields
    Composer(s): John McRae
    Performer(s): Robert Powell



    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below
    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields

    Take up our quarrel with the foe
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields



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    Não Fala De Maria
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque



    Não fala de Maria
    Maria lembra mar
    Que lembra aquele dia
    Que não é bom lembrar
    Que dia, que tristeza
    Que noite, que agonia
    Que puxa a correnteza
    E traz a maresia
    E bate aquele vento
    Que lembra um assobio
    Que lembra um sofrimento
    Que eu não merecia
    Não fala não, te esconjuro
    Que só de imaginar
    O tempo fica escuro
    E o espanto agita o mar
    Que lembra aquele dia
    Que lembra uma canção
    Que faz lembrar Maria
    E aí não lembro não
    A coisa fica séria
    É como um turbilhão
    Fazendo uma miséria
    No meu coração




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