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  • 08-03-1983
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    In The Good Old Summertime
    Composer(s): George "Honey Boy" Evans; Ren Shields
    Performer(s): Blanche Ring
    and multiple other artists



    There's a time each year
    That we always hold dear
    Good old summertime
    With the birds and the trees'es
    And sweet scented breezes
    Good old summertime
    When your day's work is over
    Then you are in clover
    And life is one beautiful rhyme
    No trouble annoying
    Each one is enjoying
    The good old summertime

    In the good old summertime
    In the good old summertime
    Strolling thru' a shady lane
    With your baby mine
    You hold her hand and she holds yours
    And that's a very good sign
    That she's your tootsey-wootsey
    In the good, old summertime

    Oh, to swim in the pool
    You'd play hooky from school
    Good old summertime
    You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
    With Jim, Kate and Josie
    Good old summertime
    Those days full of pleasure
    We now fondly treasure
    When we never thought it a crime
    To go stealing cherries
    With faces brown as berries
    In good old summertime

    In the good old summertime
    In the good old summertime
    Strolling thru' a shady lane
    With your baby mine
    You hold her hand and she holds yours
    And that's a very good sign
    That she's your tootsey-wootsey
    In the good, old summertime



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    Natalia
    French & German Title: Nathalie
    Composer(s): Van Morrison
    Performer(s): Van Morrison



    I'm walkin' down the street
    I'm on that midnight beat
    I'm on a lonely avenue
    Baby, won't you walk with me
    Baby, won't you talk with me
    Oh that's all I want you to do, now
    Walk with me
    Talk to me
    Call your name out

    Chorus:
    Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
    Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
    Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia
    Here on a summer night
    I wanna kiss and hold you tight
    Just the way we used to do
    Walkin' down the same old street
    People that we used to meet
    Such a long, long time ago, now
    Walk with me
    Talk to me
    And I call out your name

    Chorus: (x2)

    On a magic night like this
    I hunger for your kiss
    On a magic night like this

    Chorus:

    Walk with me
    Talk with me
    Walk with me
    Talk with me
    Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
    Natalia, Natalia, Natalia

    Fade




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    07-03-1983
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    In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
    Composer(s): Dolly Parton
    First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968



    We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
    We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
    We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched
    A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
    We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
    In the good old days when times were bad

    No amount of money could buy from me
    The memories that I have of then
    No amount of money could pay me
    To go back and live through it again

    I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
    And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
    And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness
    In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
    Anything at all was more than we had
    In the good old days when times were bad

    We've got up before and found ice on the floor
    Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall
    And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend
    I had nothing decent to wear at all
    So I long for a love that I never had
    In the good old days when times were bad

    No amount of money could buy from me
    The memories that I have of then
    No amount of money could pay me
    To go back and live through it again

    In the good old days when times were bad
    In the good old days when times were bad



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Natalia (Joan Baez)
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    Natalia
    Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore
    Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha



    Weaver of words
    Who lives alone
    In fear and sorrow
    Where are the words
    To set you free
    Perhaps tomorrow
    Where is the earth
    Where is the sky
    Where is the light
    You long for
    What hope have you
    Where you are now
    Natalia Gorbanevskaja

    Inside the ward
    Naked and cruel
    Where life is stolen
    From those who try
    To stay alive
    And not be broken
    Where are the friends
    Where are the men
    Who among them
    Can defend you
    Where is the child
    You'll never see
    Natalia Gorbanevskaja

    What else there lives
    Behind the door
    That never opens
    Are you insane
    As they say you are
    Or just forsaken
    Are you still there
    Do you still care
    Or are you lost forever
    I know this song
    You'll never hear
    Natalia Gorbanevskaja

    Natalia Gorbanevskaja




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    06-03-1983
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    In The Ghetto
    Composer(s): Mac Davis
    First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Titles In Other Languages:
    1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto)
    1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro)
    1984 - In Het Ghetto



    As the snow flies
    On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
    A poor little baby child is born
    In the ghetto
    And his mama cries
    'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
    it's another hungry mouth to feed
    In the ghetto

    People, don't you understand
    the child needs a helping hand
    or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
    Take a look at you and me
    are we too blind to see
    do we simply turn our heads
    and look the other way

    Well the world turns
    and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
    plays in the street as the cold wind blows
    In the ghetto

    And his hunger burns
    so he starts to roam the streets at night
    and he learns how to steal
    and he learns how to fight
    In the ghetto

    Then one night in desperation
    a young man breaks away
    He buys a gun, steals a car
    tries to run, but he don't get far
    And his mama cries

    As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
    face down on the street with a gun in his hand
    In the ghetto

    As her young man dies
    on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
    another little baby child is born
    In the ghetto



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    Nata Per Me
    Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol
    Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



    Non so... Non so...
    non mi importa perché... perché
    tu sei... tu sei...
    ritornata da me... da me...
    sei qui ora sono con te...
    questo conta per me...
    tu sei qui...
    accanto a me
    accanto a me

    Mai più... Mai più...
    ripartire potrai. potrai
    Mai più... Non so...
    senza me tu vivrai. vivrai...
    Perché...
    tu sei nata per me io son nato per te...
    e mai più...
    mi lascerai...
    ti lascerò

    Sei qui...
    ora sono con te questo conta per me...
    tu sei qui...
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me
    accanto a me




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    05-03-1983
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    In The Garden
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Anne Murray



    I come to the garden alone
    While the dew is still on the roses
    And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
    The Son of God discloses
    And He walks with me
    And He talks with me
    And He tells me I am His own
    And the joy we share as we tarry there
    None other has ever known
    He speaks and the sound of His voice
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing
    And He walks with me
    And He talks with me
    And He tells me I am His own
    And the joy we share as we tarry there
    None other has ever known
    I'd stay in the garden with Him
    'Tho the night all around me is falling
    But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
    His voice to me is calling
    And He walks with me
    And He talks with me
    And He tells me I am His own
    And the joy we share as we tarry there
    None other has ever known
    None other has ever known



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    Nasty
    Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
    Performer(s): Janet Jackson ;
    The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra



    Gimme a beat!
    Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh
    Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh
    That's right, a-let me tell it

    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
    Oh you nasty boys

    I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh
    Ooh ooh yeah
    The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh
    Will this one do?
    Uh huh, I know

    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh
    Oh you nasty boys

    I could learn to like this
    Listen up

    I'm not a prude (no)
    I just want some respect (that's right)
    So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah)
    'Cause privacy is my middle name
    My last name is Control
    No my first name ain't baby
    It's Janet
    Miss Jackson if you're nasty

    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
    Oh you nasty boys

    Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
    Oh you nasty boys
    Don't mean a thing to me, uh
    Nasty!
    Don't mean a thing, huh
    Oh you nasty boys
    Uh!

    I love this part

    Hey!
    Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts?
    Nasty boys!
    Who's that in that nasty car?
    Nasty boys!
    Who's that eating that nasty food?
    Nasty boys!
    Who's jamming to my nasty groove?
    Nasty boys!

    Ladies
    (Nasty boys)
    Don't mean a thing

    Oh you nasty boys




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    04-03-1983
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    In The Flesh?
    Composer(s): Roger Waters
    First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Einse, svei, drei, alle!

    So ya thought ya
    Might like to go to the show
    To feel the warm thrill of confusion
    That space cadet glow
    I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
    Pink isn't well
    He stayed back at the hotel
    And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
    We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
    Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
    Get 'em up against the wall
    There's one in the spotlight
    Now he don't look right to me
    Get him up against the wall
    And that one looks Jewish
    And that one's a coon
    Who let all this riffraff into the room?
    There's one smoking a joint
    And that one's got spots
    If I had my way
    I'd have all of ya shot



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    Nashville Ou Belleville
    Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    "Boulevard Elvis"
    Au cœur de Memphis
    J'traîne là en touriste
    Mais où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Jerry Lee Lewis
    "Killer" et pianiste
    "Barbe Bleue" sudiste
    Sait même pas si j'existe
    Sans faire de racisme
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Mais où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où?
    Mouflet!
    J'allais voir Luis Mariano
    Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico"
    Maman! ...et moi
    On rentrait en métro
    Station Opéra
    Direction Lillas
    Nostalgie facile
    Mais swingue pas terrible
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Monsieur Bill Haley
    Bien avant Presley
    Déjà décoiffait
    M'éclatant la tête
    Avec ses "Comets"
    Et Place des fêtes
    Sur nos mobylettes
    On singeait James Dean
    Mais où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Mais où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où?

    {Refrain:}

    Mouflet,
    J'allais voir Dario Moreno
    Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos
    Maman et moi
    On rentrait en métro
    Station Opéra
    Direction Lillas
    Nostalgie facile
    Mais swingue pas terrible

    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    "Boulevard Elvis"
    Au cœur de Memphis
    J'traîne là en touriste
    Mais où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?
    Où sont mes racines?
    Nashville ou Belleville?




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    03-03-1983
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    In The Evening
    Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones
    First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979



    In the evening
    When the day is done
    I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come
    So don't let her
    Play you for a fool
    She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules

    Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
    Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

    So don't you let her
    Oh, get under your skin
    It's only bad luck and trouble
    From the day that you begin
    I hear you crying in the darkness
    Don't ask nobody's help
    Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby
    'Cause you can only blame yourself

    Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
    Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

    Oh it's simple
    All the pain that you go through
    You can turn away from fortune, fortune
    'Cause that's all that's left to you
    It's lonely at the bottom
    Man, it's dizzy at the top
    But if you're standing in the middle
    Ain't no way you're gonna stop

    Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
    Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

    Oh whatever that your days may bring
    No use hiding in a corner
    'Cause that won't change a thing
    If you're dancing in the doldrums
    One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
    When you're the master of the off-chance
    When you don't expect a lot

    Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
    Oh, I need your love, I just got to have



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    Nashville Cats
    Composer(s): John B. Sebastian
    Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful;
    and various other artists



    Chorus:
    Nashville Cats, play clean as country water
    Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew
    Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies
    Nashville Cats, get work before they're two

    Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
    Guitar pickers in Nashville
    And they can pick more notes than the number of ants
    On a Tennessee anthill
    Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
    Guitar cases in Nashville
    And any one that unpacks his guitar could play
    Twice as better than I will

    Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a
    Musical proverbial knee-high
    When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes
    And they blasted me sky-high
    And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun
    Record from Nashville
    And up North there ain't nobody buys them
    And I said, "But I will"

    And it was
    Chorus

    Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one
    Mothers from Nashville
    All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight
    If one of the kids will
    Because it's custom made for any mother's son
    To be a guitar picker in Nashville
    And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
    The music and the mothers from Nashville

    Chorus

    Spoken: Pick it

    (Instrumental to end)




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    02-03-1983
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    In The Deathcar
    Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop
    Performer(s): Iggy Pop



    A howling wind is whistling in the night
    My dog is growling in the dark
    Something's pulling me outside
    To ride around in circles
    I know that you have got the time
    Coz anything I want, you do
    You'll take a ride through the strangers
    Who don't understand how to feel
    In the deathcar, we're alive
    In the deathcar, we're alive

    I'll let some air come in the window
    Kind of wakes me up a little
    I don't turn on the radio
    Coz they play @#%$, like....You know
    When your hand was down on my dick
    It felt quite amazing
    And now that, that is all over
    All we've got is the silence
    In the deathcar, we're alive
    In the deathcar, we're alive
    So come on mandolins, play

    When I touched you
    I felt that you still had your baby fat
    And a little taste of baby's breath
    Makes me forget about death
    At your age you're still joking
    It ain't time yet for the choking
    So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
    In the deathcar, we're alive
    In the deathcar, we're alive
    I want to hear some mandolins



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Nashville Blues
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    Nashville Blues
    Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
    Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
    and various other artists



    A letter just came from Nashville
    My sweet baby says she's blue
    Gotta get back to Nashville
    Or my heart will break in 2
    Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go
    I've got the Nashville blues

    Gotta get back to Nashville
    'Cause that's where the good times are
    Ever since I left Nashville
    The kicks ain't been up to par
    I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low
    I've got the Nashville blues

    Wanna go see my Sally
    And tell her that I still care
    Wanna see Prinner's Alley
    And dig all the cool spice there
    I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee
    I've got the Nashville blues




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    01-03-1983
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    The Rose In Her Hair
    Composer(s): Al Dublin; Harry Warren
    Performer(s): Dick Powell - 1935
    and multiple other artists



    In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
    In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
    On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
    When I finally went, I went home with the scent
    Of the rose in her hair

    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    When I finally went, I went home with the scent
    Of the rose in her hair

    In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
    In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
    On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
    When I finally went, I went home with the scent
    Of the rose in her hair

    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
    When I finally went, I went home with the scent
    Of the rose in her hair...



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    Nasci Para Chorar
    English Title: Born To Cry
    Composer(s): Dion Dimucci; Erasmo Carlos
    Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



    Eu levo a minha vida chorando pelo mundo
    Talvez até tivesse algum desgosto profundo
    Procuro na memória
    Procuro me lembrar
    Mas eu não posso, não posso
    Nasci para chorar

    Se vejo uma garota olhando para mim
    E ela me pergunta
    Por que sou tão triste assim?
    Eu fico sem resposta
    Digo adeus e vou embora
    Pois é hora, é hora
    É hora de chorar

    E continuo a felicidade procurando
    Mas sempre solidão e a tristeza encontrando
    Às vezes desconfio que alegria é ilusão
    E que o amor, o amor
    Não entra no meu coração

    Não sei por que razão
    Eu sofro tanto desse jeito
    As garotas dizem
    Que ser triste é o meu defeito
    Eu quero é ser alegre
    Ter alguém para amar
    Mas eu não posso, não posso
    Nasci para chorar




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    28-02-1983
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.In The Dark (Nina Simone)
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    In The Dark
    Composer(s): Lil Green
    Performer(s): Nina Simone



    In the dark
    It's just you and I
    Not a sound
    Ther's not one sigh
    Just the beat of my poor heart
    In the dark
    Now, in the dark, in the dark
    I get such a thrill
    When he presses his fingertips
    Upon my lips
    And he begs me to plase keep still
    In the dark
    But soon
    This dance will be endin'
    And you're gonna be missed
    Gee, I'm not pretendin'
    'Cause I swear it's fun
    Fun to be kissed
    In the dark
    Now we will find
    What the rest
    Have left behind
    Just let them dance
    We're gonna find romance
    Lord, in the dark



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    Narrenschiff
    Performer(s): Reinhard Mey



    Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm
    Nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm
    Und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine
    Und rollen und stampfen und schwere See
    Die Bordkapelle spielt "Humbatäterä"
    Und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine
    Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert
    Die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert
    Die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten
    Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum
    Und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum
    Doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!

    Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
    Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
    Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
    Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
    Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
    Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

    Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit
    Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit
    Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel
    Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai
    Bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei
    Auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel
    Die andern Geldwäscher und Zuhälter, die warten schon
    Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron
    Im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken
    In der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident
    Die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt
    Sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken

    Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
    Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
    Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
    Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
    Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
    Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

    Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert
    All die hohen Ideale sind havariert
    Und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten
    Mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom
    Und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom
    Seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten!
    Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm
    Gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm
    Tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen
    Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck
    Mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck
    Die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen

    Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
    Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
    Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
    Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
    Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
    Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

    Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier
    Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir
    Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten
    Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg
    Und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck
    Und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten
    Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht!
    Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht
    Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden
    Es ist. als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n
    Sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n
    Und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden

    Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
    Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
    Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
    Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
    Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
    Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff




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    27-02-1983
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    In The Dark
    Composer(s): Deadric Malone; Junior Parker
    Performer(s): Junior Parker
    and multiple other artists



    I heard you was out, high as you could be
    Kissin' another fella, and you know it wasn't me
    That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
    What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light

    They say you whispered low, an' spendin' all of my dough
    You told that fella things, you never told me before
    That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
    What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light

    One of these days, just you wait and see
    Baby you'll realize, the way you're treating me
    That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
    What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light



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    Narices
    Composer(s): A. Cortez
    Performer(s): Raphael



    Hay narices instaladas
    Tan solo para olfatear
    Y otras que se olfatean
    Lo que les puede pasar
    Y las hay que son apenas
    El medidor ideal
    Para saber hasta adonde
    Los ojos pueden mirar

    ¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
    Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
    Con narices, sin narices
    Por narices, tus narices
    Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

    Hay narices que no huelen
    Ni podran oler jamas
    Porque dios las ha creado
    Como adorno y nada mas
    Y las hay que solo nacen
    Para oler a los demas
    Y como nacen podridas
    Huelen lo malo no mas

    ¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
    Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
    Con narices, sin narices
    Por narices, tus narices
    Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

    Hay narices que resoplan
    Y resoplan sin cesar
    Con el polvo que levantan
    Se taponan las demas
    Estas narices entonces
    Terminan por reventar
    Pues todo el aire que queda
    No lo pueden respirar

    ¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
    Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
    Con narices, sin narices
    Por narices, tus narices
    Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

    Hay narices habituadas
    Al olor que huele mal
    Cuando encuentran una rosa
    No la saben apreciar
    Pero los hay que prefieren
    Lo que bien huele no mas
    Y no es dificil hallarlas
    Hay que saberla buscar

    ¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
    Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
    Con narices, sin narices
    Por narices, tus narices
    Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas




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