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  • 26-01-1988
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    Simple Song Of Freedom
    ((Danish Version: En Enkel Sang Om Frihed (Eddie Skoller) - 1970)) Composer(s): Bobby Darin First release by: Tim Hardin - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists



    Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom
    Sing it like you've never sung before
    Let it fill the air
    Tell the people everywhere
    We, the people here, don't want a war

    Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
    I don't want your diamonds or your game
    I just want to be someone known to you as me
    And I will bet my life you want the same

    Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom
    Sing it like you've never sung before
    Let it fill the air
    Tell the people everywhere
    We, the people here, don't want a war

    Seven hundred million are you listening?
    Most of what you read is made of lies
    But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
    To wake to in the morning when we rise?

    Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom
    Sing it like you've never sung before
    Let it fill the air
    Tell the people everywhere
    We, the people here, don't want a war

    Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?
    If not, won't you drop this friend a line?
    And tell me if the man, who is plowing up your land
    Has got the war machine upon his mind?

    Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom
    Sing it like you've never sung before
    Let it fill the air
    Tell the people everywhere
    We, the people here, don't want a war

    No doubt some folks enjoy doing battle
    Like presidents, Prime ministers and kings
    So let's all build them shelves where they can fight among themselves
    And leave the people be who love to sing

    Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom
    Sing it like you've never sung before
    Let it fill the air
    Tell the people everywhere
    We, the people here, don't want a war

    Let it fill the air, tell the people everywhere
    We, the people, here don't want a war...



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    Paulette La Reine Des Paupiettes
    Composer(s): Serge Renaldi; Rego
    Performer(s): Les Charlots



    On a parlé d'amour et de violettes
    Mais jamais d'amour et de paupiettes
    Pourtant je connais à Barcelone
    Un hidalgo qui chante à sa bonne
    Tous les soirs à l'heure du dîner
    Ce chant d'amour bien gratiné

    {Refrain:}
    Paulette, Paulette
    Tu es la reine des paupiettes
    Notre amour ne serait pas si beau
    Si je n'aimais pas les paupiettes
    Les paupiettes de veau
    Paulette, Paulette
    Tu es la reine des paupiettes

    On a chanté les midinettes
    On n'a pas chanté les paupiettes
    Pourtant je connais place Wagram "me"
    Un hidalgo qui chante à sa femme
    Le soir en rentrant de l'usine
    Ce chant d'amour dans sa cuisine

    {Refrain}



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    25-01-1988
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    En Enkel Sang Om Frihed
    ((Adapted from: Simple Song Of Freedom (Tim Hardin) - 1969)) Composer(s): Bobby Darin - Eddie Skoller Performer(s): Eddie Skoller - 1970



    Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed
    Syng den højt så alle kan forstå
    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå

    Alle I som slås i fjerne lande
    Ved I eg’ntlig hvad det er der sker?
    I gør hvad der blir sagt, marcherer frem i takt
    og dræber uden nytte fler og fler

    Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed
    Syng den højt så alle kan forstå
    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå

    Hvorfor har man valgt at lave grænser
    og adskilt bror og søster med en mur?
    Hvem kan være tolk, for alle verdens folk
    så de høje statsmænd ser det ikke dur

    Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed
    Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå
    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå

    Hør nu alle menn’sker her på jorden
    man mader jer med løgne dag for dag
    Verden den er hård, men jeg håber I forstår
    at vi alle kæmper for den samme sag

    Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed
    Syng den højt så alle kan forstå
    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå

    Så kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed
    Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå
    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå

    Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor
    For vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå



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    Paul Cow-Boy
    Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat; E. Anaïs
    Performer(s): Pierre Rapsat



    Tu marches sur l'pavé en y roulant la petite vie
    Avec tes humeurs emblousonnées
    Tu joues les cowboys
    Années 80
    Le cœur dans le cuir
    Le col en zippé pour coincer tes peurs!
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!

    Si une fille te sourit, tu sens le trottoir tanguer
    Ton air de John Wayne, désarçonné!
    Si ses yeux s'accrochent
    Tes allures de dur
    Ont l'éperon brisé
    Tu plonges dans ta poche jusqu'à ton paquet!
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!

    Tu prends des attitudes à la Bogart démodé
    Geste dégagé derrière la fumée pour oser
    Mots ennicotinés ...!
    Tu crois comme à dix ans qu'ça fait viril, que ça fait grand!
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul
    Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!

    Quand sous les projecteurs, je prends le trac
    Quand la musique craque et que les applaudis claquent
    Je cherche la cigarette!
    Je prends du courage sur
    Papier roulé
    "9" centimètres!

    Alors pour ce soir, dégaine et passe-moi ton paquet
    Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette, Paul!
    Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette...
    Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette...



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    24-01-1988
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    Algo Prodigioso
    Composer(s): F. García Morcillo; C. Murillo
    First performance by: José Guardiola - 1963



    Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido
    Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto
    Alguien que a las golondrinas a lejanas tierras siempre guiará
    Alguien que al desesperado un camino indica que le salvará

    Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó
    Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor
    Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz
    Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz

    Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó
    Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor
    Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz
    Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz

    Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido
    Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto



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    Patricia The Stripper
    Composer(s): Chris De Burgh
    Performer(s): Chris De Burgh



    Dennis is a menace
    With his "Anyone for tennis?"
    And he'd beseech me to come keep the score
    And Maude says, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored"
    I really can't stand it anymore...

    I'm going...out to dinner
    With a gorgeous singer
    To a little place I know
    Down by the key

    Her name is Patricia
    She calls herself Delicia
    And the reason isn't
    Very hard to see

    She says, God made her a sinner
    Just to keep fat men thinner
    As they tumble down in heaps
    Before her feet

    They hang around in groups
    Like battle weary troops
    One can often see the
    Queue right down the street

    You see, Patricia
    Or Delicia
    Not only is a singer
    She also removes all her clothing

    For Patricia
    Is the best stripper in town...

    And with a swing of her hips
    She started to strip
    To tremendous applause
    She took of her drawers

    And with a lick of her lips
    She undid all her clips
    Threw it all in the air
    And everyone stared

    And as the last piece of clothing
    Fell to the floor
    The police were banging on the door
    On a Saturday night
    In 1924

    Take it away boys...

    But, Patricia was arrested
    And everyone detested
    The manner in which
    she was exposed

    Later on in court
    where everyone thought
    A summer's run in jail
    would be proposed..

    But the judge said, "Patricia
    Or may I say Delicia
    The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock)
    Case dismissed...
    This gal was in her working clothes...

    And with a swing of her hips
    She started to strip
    To tremendous applause
    She took off her drawers

    And with a lick of her lips
    She undid all her clips
    Threw it all in the air
    And everyone stared

    And as the last piece of clothing
    Fell to the floor
    The police were yelling out for more (more)
    On a Saturday night
    In 1924



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    23-01-1988
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    Won't You Be My Neighbor?
    Composer(s): Fred Rogers
    Performer(s): Fred Rogers
    and multiple other artists



    It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
    A beautiful day for a neighbor
    Would you be mine
    Could you be mine

    It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood
    A neighborly day for a beauty
    Would you be mine
    Could you be mine

    I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you
    I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you

    So, let's make the most of this beautiful day
    Since we're together we might as well say
    Would you be mine, could you be mine
    Won't you be my neighbor

    Won't you please, won't you please
    Please won't you be my neighbor
    Neighbor and friend



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    Patricia
    Composer(s): Pérez Prado
    Performer(s): Pérez Prado;
    and various other artists



    Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia
    Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms
    Mambo, Cha-cha, or Meringue it's Patricia
    Heaven, that's where you'll be when she's in you're arms

    ??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha
    Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia
    Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you
    She is like a million dollar dream come true
    Everybody wishes they'd could steal her heart away, I guess
    There's so many trying but she never, never will say yes
    Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you
    She is like a million dollar dream come true

    Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia
    Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms
    ??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha
    Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia



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    22-01-1988
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    Lewis And Clark
    Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
    Performer(s): C.W. McCall



    Now Arnie Jones and Marybeth Jensen's in a 'vette down by the depot
    Had John Denver on 8-track, gettin' high
    Marybeth's wig was on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door
    When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes
    I says, "What you doin' boy? Don't you know that's against the law?
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    Now my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County love patrol"

    Then two hippies in their Chevy's, puffin' grass and sippin' wine
    'Bout fourteen miles south-east of Council Bluffs
    They was passin' round the peacepipe when we caught 'em with our flashlight
    And Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs
    And I says, "Boys, you got some trouble, you commitin' herbicide
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County weed patrol"

    Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine
    Like a midnight auto accessory store on wheels
    His trunk was full of hub caps and his back seat full of tires
    When we picked him up and made him spread his heels
    I says, "Hands upon the wall, boy, you allowed to make one call
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    'Cause see I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County rip-off patrol"

    Then Orville Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his bran' new motorcycle
    Runnin' stoplights, raisin' hell and causin' accidents
    His brain was doin' wheelies and his blood was three-two beer
    When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
    I says, "Orville you're in trouble, boy, but if you'll blow this here baloon up
    We're gonna get your situation under control
    Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County juice patrol"

    Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream
    So we pulled on in and parked and got the guns out
    Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen
    There's twenty-eight folks in there near about no clothes on
    An'I says, "Ev'rybody up against the wall, show us your identification
    We just gonna definitely get this situation under control
    'Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County sin patrol"

    "C'mon Willard let's go sneakin' round in the dark some more
    Never know what you're gonna find"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patria Ya No Duermas
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    Patria Ya No Duermas
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    Se disfraza de eufemismos
    se distrae con cualquier cosa
    se emborracha cuando gana
    y amanece un forastero en su cama
    sueña con todo lo que le han quitado
    para volverlo a tener...

    Juega al poker con extraños
    que la embaucan, le hacen daño
    y deja puercas leyendas en los baños
    indignada por su ingenuidad...

    y hace gala de una historia
    que esta siempre por empezar
    sabe que si uno no llega a ser uno mismo
    no le sirve a los demás...

    Patria, ya no duermas
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    con tus hijos venideros
    se escaparon las cigüeñas
    y te buscan, te reclaman
    para que los vuelvas a tener...

    se hace caca en el río
    y su sueño dura un siglo
    ella sabe que en los sueños
    no hay culpables, ni perdones
    y sube uno a uno los escalones
    de aquí a la eternidad...

    y nos hiere con su beso
    que nos llena de tristeza
    pero elimina la torpeza
    en el arte de amar...

    Patria, ya no duermas
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    que tus hijos venideros
    se han abiertos las venas
    y están listas transfusiones
    para que los vuelvas a tener...

    y te buscan, te reclaman
    para que nos vuelvas a tener
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    Sean eternos los laureles
    que supimos conseguir
    que supimos conseguir
    coronados de gloria vivamos
    o juremos con gloria morir
    o juremos con gloria morir



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    21-01-1988
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    Cool an' Green an' Shady
    Composer(s): John Denver
    Performer(s): John Denver



    Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons
    Lazy days, summer days, nothin' much to do
    Rainy days are better days for hangin' out inside
    Grainy days and city ways make me wanna hide
    Some place cool and green and shady

    Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
    Lay down, close your eyes
    Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
    While your free spirit flies

    Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
    Lay down, close your eyes
    Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
    While your free spirit flies

    August skies, lullabies, promises to keep
    Dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet
    Memories of Aspen leaves trembling on the wind
    Honeybees and fantasies, where to start again

    Some place cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patria Querida
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    Patria Querida
    Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



    Si aún puedo soñar
    quiero soñar en ti
    si aún puedo cantar
    quiero cantar aquí
    si es tiempo de empezar
    para poder seguir
    te doy mi corazón
    todo lo que hay en mi
    toda mi vida…

    Patria Querida…
    querida Patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias

    Si aún puedo creer
    quiero creer en ti
    si aún puedo luchar
    yo lucharé por ti
    si aún puedo sentir
    te ofrezco el corazón
    el más profundo amor
    para sanar así
    nuestras heridas.

    Patria Querida…
    querida Patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias

    Si tengo que amar
    quiero amar aquí
    mis sueños, mi mujer
    los hijos que te di…
    si tengo que llorar
    si puedo ser feliz
    quiero que sea en ti
    así hasta morir
    toda mi vida…

    Patria querida…
    querida patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias



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    20-01-1988
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    365 Days
    Performer(s): Rolf Harris



    A man went to his boss one day
    Said, "I apologize
    For bothering you like this, sir
    And perhaps it isn't wise
    But the wife is always on at me to ask for
    To ask for a rise"

    The boss said
    "That's no problem son, come in and take a pew
    And we'll figure it out together
    Just exactly what you do
    And in accordance to the work you do for us, lad
    You'll get what is due"

    "Now, there's three hundred and sixty-five days in the year
    I'll write that at the top," he said
    "Oh, this year's a leap year, I almost forgot
    That's three hundred and sixty-six instead"

    "You work eight hours a day for us
    That's eight out of twenty-four, that's one-third of a day you do
    And a third of three hundred and sixty-six
    Is one hundred and twenty-two"

    "Now you don't work Sundays, and there's fifty-two in a year"
    Hmmmmmm, "I take that away from this number we've got
    From that one hundred and twenty-two days
    That leaves seventy days, is that clear?"

    "And you don't work Saturdays, and there's fifty-two of them
    That leaves eighteen days overall
    You take away four bank holidays . . .
    And two weeks annual leave . . . .
    You Don't Work For Us At All!"



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    Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
    Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
    Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



    Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
    A-gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine
    She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
    And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper
    And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free"
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
    Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years
    So I call her now and then just out of pity
    When she laughs at me
    That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears
    What's that you say?
    She got married?
    Oh, the poor little fool
    To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool?
    And she's looking good?
    And she's got a kid, or two or three?
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me
    But she ain't never gonna make it, honey
    I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now
    They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates
    I mean... I know this woman
    And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
    Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines.
    She may look like she's enjoyin' herself
    That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad
    I know this woman



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    19-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
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    Simple Man
    Composer(s): Ronnie Van Zant; Gary Rossington
    First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1973
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Mama told me when I was young
    Come sit beside me, my only son
    And listen closely to what I say
    And if you do this
    It will help you some sunny day
    Take your time... Don't live too fast
    Troubles will come and they will pass
    Go find a woman and you'll find love
    And don't forget son
    There is someone up above

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?

    Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
    All that you need is in your soul
    And you can do this if you try
    All that I want for you my son
    Is to be satisfied

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?

    Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself
    Follow you heart and nothing else
    And you can do this if you try
    All I want for you my son
    Is to be satisfied

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?



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    Patches
    Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann
    Performer(s): Dickey Lee



    Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
    Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down
    There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
    Patches my darling of Old Shanty town

    We plan to marry when June brought the summer
    I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
    Now I don't see how that ever can happen
    My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside

    Patches oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace
    So my folks won't let me love you

    Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
    And pretty Patches there watching the door
    She doesn't know that I can't come to see her
    Patches must think that I love her no more

    I hear a neighbour telling my father
    He said a girl name of Patches was found
    Floating face down in that dirty old river
    That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town

    Patches oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    It may not be right
    But I'll join you tonight
    Patches I'm coming to you



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    18-01-1988
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    Simple Man
    Composer(s): Graham Nash
    First release by: Graham Nash - 1971



    I am a simple man so I sing a simple song
    Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time
    I am a simple man and I play a simple tune
    Wish that I could see you once again across the room
    Like the first time

    Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
    I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
    And I can't make it alone

    The ending of the tale is the singing of the song
    Make me proud to be your man, only you can make me strong
    Like the last time

    Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
    I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
    And I can't make it alone



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patches (Chairmen of the Board)
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    Patches Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson First release by: Chairmen of the Board - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists Versions In Other Languages: 1971 - Cash (Eddy Mitchell) 1984 - Marvin (Titãs)



    I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches" Papa used to tease me about it but deep down inside dad was hurtin' 'cause he'd done the best he could My papa was a great old man I can see him with a shovel in his hand Education that he never had But he did wonders when the times got bad The little money from the crops we raised Barely paid the bills we made Oh life whipped him Down to the ground When he tried to get up Life would kick him back down On the day papa called me To his dyin' bed Placed his hand on my shoulders And in tears he said Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you Two days later papa passed away And I became a man that day Everyday I had to work the fields 'Cause that's the only way We got our meals See, I was the oldest of the family And everybody was depending on me Now the years have passed And everybody's grown Mama's been livin' In a brand new home Lord knows it took A lot of sweat and tears And my daddy's voice To help us through the years He said Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little And this particular day dad was in good spirits sittin' on the side of the bed, tellin' mama how good she looked When all of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest I was too young to understand, talkin' about a heart attack here Mama rushed us all out of the room into the hallway About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy Your daddy wanna see you" I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay Daddy had tears in his eyes I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man but all of my life he'd been a proud man I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa put his hand on my shoulder He said, "Patches, Patches, boy the hammer of life done beat your old papa down to the ground and I ain't got nobody to turn to to take care of mama and the younger So what I want you to do is promise me, son is that you're gonna do your best to help your mama as much as you can" I said, "Papa, I'm gonna do my best" But little did I know then like I know now that tryin' to climb life's mountains searchin' for a top where there ain't no top sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy But every time I feel like I can't live my life like I want to my mind goes back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy's eyes But most of all I remember his words, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, boy" Every time I feel like givin' up, I hear his voice "Patches, Patches, Patches, Patches" I'm depending on you, son I've tried to do my best It's up to you to do the rest Patches I'm depending on you, son I've tried to do my best It's up to you to do the rest Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you



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    17-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Simple Man (Gary Puckett)
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    Simple Man
    Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap



    I dream of the magic to make you want me once again
    A sorrowed man sees loneliness in years to come
    So all alone without you
    Could you see me standing by your window in the rain
    Did you hear the words my heart could feel, but I can't say
    I could hear you gaily laughing
    While my life was slowly passing away

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    Who longs to hope you see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    I only want to hope you see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    I only want to hope, you'll see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart ...



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    Påtalåten
    Composer(s): Ola Magnell
    Performer(s): Ola Magnell



    Du har känslan, men inte rätta viljan
    Att sitta ner och hitta på en visa så fin
    Märren ränner hän av i sken över tiljan
    Bonden studsar upp i sin nya slåttermaskin
    Kul, kul inte sant, men inget intressant
    Kommer från din skvattgalna höstack e' de' sagt
    Men fast nu stupet är brant så klarar du galant
    Språnget över detta jättelika schakt
    Och nätters lätta takt

    Men din mamma hon tycker att du slarvar
    När du sätter dig och gnolar på en töntig melodi
    Gubben far går på åkern och harvar
    Han har en rågrak och mustig terminologi
    Men jag, jag tycker för min del att de' inte e' stort fel
    I att vara lite vilsen i vår nya sköna värld
    Många liv står på spel och vill du va' hel
    Får du sluta kuta runt och snacka strunt
    Och hålla tunt om vad du lärt

    Bror står i jorden och påtar
    Han tittar upp i skyn, det ser ut att bli blött
    Lillebror lyssnar på låtar
    Regn duggar lätt och du tänker förstrött
    Så sent som i fjol stod en tupp där och gol
    Det fanns blå viol och kor och vackra ängder där du bor
    Det lyste en sol och du kunde bli mol
    Tyst av en schysst illusion om att du tror att du blir stor

    Men nu står maskiner och schaktar
    Blommande äng har blivit avgas och betong
    E' de' så märkligt att man faktiskt föraktar
    Alla korumpeer med sin pappersjargong
    Jag blir snart desperat av att leva i en stat
    Uppbyggd av profit och bostadssegregation
    Ingen smart demokrat blir så flat och moderat
    Som i vår gistna, kristna västerländska Dollarcivilisation

    Men hellre än att äga miljoner
    Gick du i din barndoms hage bland snår
    Och kände valldoft och lockande toner
    Från rapphöns, fasaner och bräkande får
    Men ditt rastlösa flås och din storstadsneuros
    Din magnecyl, ditt gräs och din gamla alkohol
    Håller på att ta kål på din vilja av stål
    Och även om du vrålar har du inga stålar kvar att nå ditt mål



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