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  • 22-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokey Places
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    Smokey Places
    Composer(s): Abner Spector
    Performer(s): The Corsairs



    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    Dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Oh oh how I cried
    On your wedding day
    Like, like my heart would break
    How you regret your wedding day
    Now paying for your bad mistake

    Mmmmmm
    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    Oh we are dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Some sunny day
    He will set you free
    Free to be my life
    Some sunny day
    Sweetheart, he'll set you free
    We'll be, we'll be satified

    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    We just keep dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poetry In Motion
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    Poetry In Motion
    Composer(s): Paul Kaufman; Mike Anthony
    Performer(s): Johnny Tillotson



    When I see my baby
    What do I see?
    Poetry
    Poetry in motion …

    Poetry in motion
    Walking by my side
    Her lovely locomotion
    Keeps my eyes open wide

    Poetry in motion
    See her gentle sway
    A wave out on the ocean
    Could never move that way

    I love every moment
    There's nothing I would change
    She doesn't need improvement
    She's much too nice to rearrange

    Poetry in motion
    Dancing close to me
    A flower of devotion
    A-swaying gracefully

    Oh
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa

    Poetry in motion
    See her gentle sway
    A wave out on the ocean
    Could never move that way

    I love every moment
    There's nothing I would change
    She doesn't need improvement
    She's much too nice to rearrange

    Poetry in motion
    All that I adore
    No number-nine love potion
    Could make me love he more

    Oh
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    21-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Ne Mogu Skriti Svoju Bol
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    Ne Mogu Skriti Svoju Bol
    First performance by: Ambasadori - 1976



    Voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Kako da bol skrijem svoj
    kako da bol sad skrijem svoj
    prazni su dani, a nisi moj
    prazni su dani, a nisi moj
    nekad smo bili samo mi
    nekad smo bili samo mi
    al' ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Kuda li sad lutas ti
    kuda sada lutas ti
    hladan mi vjetar krade san
    hladan vjetar krade san
    kako je bila topla noc
    kako je bila topla noc
    kad ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja



    Categorie:Slavische Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poetry & Jazz
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    Poetry & Jazz
    Performer(s): John Otway



    She said "It's hard for me to explain to you
    the brightness of the light
    I can still remember when my life was like that
    A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
    When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did
    She was a virgin then, a child in a million
    With deep round hazel eyes of bazing intuition
    She called me over to her side and said "Will you please listen
    I wanna show you something and it's something I've just written
    And I'm calling it Poetry & Jazz"

    She watched her happy family turn to a broken home
    Her father left with someone else, her mother on her own
    Her fourteenth birthday, her mother spent in tears
    She celebrated on her own, her adolescent years.
    It was hell then, caught in the crossfire
    Of an emotional triangle she couldn't keep together
    I heard her softly as she sobbed upon my shoulder
    Saying "As you are the closest thing I've got to a brother
    Explain to me why is life so sad"

    Sixteen was better 'cause sixteen was boys
    Make-up parties alcohol and clothes
    And saying to your boyfriend "Come on get out of bed
    Look, its three o clock in the afternoon and my mother's coming back"
    And she smiled then, her eyes filled with laughter
    She didn't know if it was love, but it didn't really matter
    She called me on the phone and said "Hey get this big brother
    I just got rid of one boyfriend and got myself another
    And listen, this one drives a Jag"

    She left school and boyfriends for university
    Three years of study for an art degree
    Her clothes were outrageous her hair was many colours
    Her work was radical and so were her ideas
    She said "This is brilliant this place is heaven
    On a score of one to ten, I'd give this place eleven
    It kicks you up the ass and it fires you with ambition
    I often used to feel as if my life was just a prison
    Now I realise it isn't quite that bad"

    I was invited to an exhibition a little while ago
    To an art gallery in Paris where she has a studio
    She looked sophisticated she was wearing a bronze tan
    And she'd sold all her work for some outrageous sum
    And I looked at her and I started laughing
    I said look you're supposed to be an artist you're supposed to be suffering
    And she just smiled back and pointed to this painting
    Of a young girl around which she'd written out this poem
    She'd shown me once called Poetry & Jazz

    My name is Angela I am twelve years old
    I've given up on working hard and doing as I'm told
    I see a child psychologist who's spotted in my head
    A recipe for delinquency or something just as bad
    But I'll fight for my independence
    I see the world in another way to my teachers and my parents
    My priorities are different and my life is not as aimless
    I am not disruptive and I'm not dangerous
    I've rhythm and purpose like poetry & jazz

    She said "It's hard for me to explain to you, the brightness of the light
    I can still remember when my life was like that
    A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
    When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    20-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokey Mountain Rain
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    Smokey Mountain Rain
    Composer(s): Kye Fleming; Dennis Morgan
    Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap; T.G. Sheppard



    I found my way from LA back to Knoxville
    I found out those bright lights aint where I belong
    From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her
    I've had a change of dreams I'm comin' home
    But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain

    I waved a diesel down outside of Cathey
    He said that he was goin' as far a Catlenburgh
    I climbed up in the cab all wet and cold and lonely
    I wiped my eyes and told him about her
    I've got to find her!
    Can you make these big wheels burn?

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain

    I can't blame her for lettin' go
    A woman needs someone warm to hold
    I feel the rain runnin' down my face
    I'll find her no matter what it takes!

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poète, Vos Papiers!
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    Poète, Vos Papiers!
    Composer(s): Léo Ferré
    Performer(s): Léo Ferré



    Bipède volupteur de lyre
    Epoux châtré de Polymnie
    Vérolé de lune à confire
    Grand-Duc bouillon des librairies
    Maroufle à pendre à l'hexamètre
    Voyou décliné chez les Grecs
    Albatros à chaîne et à guêtres
    Cigale qui claque du bec

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, vos papiers!

    J'ai bu du Waterman et j'ai bouffé Littré
    Et je repousse du goulot de la syntaxe
    A faire se pâmer les précieux à l'arrêt
    La phrase m'a poussé au ventre comme un axe

    J'ai fait un bail de trois six neuf aux adjectifs
    Qui viennent se dorer le mou à ma lanterne
    Et j'ai joué au casino les subjonctifs
    La chemise à Claudel et les cons dits "modernes"

    Syndiqué de la solitude
    Museau qui dévore du couic
    Sédentaire des longitudes
    Phosphaté des dieux chair à flic
    Colis en souffrance à la veine
    Remords de la Légion d'honneur
    Tumeur de la fonction urbaine
    Don Quichotte du crève-cœur

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, Papier!

    Le dictionnaire et le porto à découvert
    Je débourre des mots à longueur de pelure
    J'ai des idées au frais de côté pour l'hiver
    A rimer le bifteck avec les engelures

    Cependant que Tzara enfourche le bidet
    A l'auberge dada la crotte est littéraire
    Le vers est libre enfin et la rime en congé
    On va pouvoir poétiser le prolétaire

    Spécialiste de la mistoufle
    Emigrant qui pisse aux visas
    Aventurier de la pantoufle
    Sous la table du Nirvana
    Meurt-de-faim qui plane à la Une
    Ecrivain public des croquants
    Anonyme qui s'entribune
    A la barbe des continents

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, documenti!

    Littérature obscène inventée à la nuit
    Onanisme torché au papier de Hollande
    Il y a partouze à l'hémistiche mes amis
    Et que m'importe alors Jean Genet que tu bandes

    La poétique libérée c'est du bidon
    Poète prends ton vers et fous-lui une trempe
    Mets-lui les fers aux pieds et la rime au balcon
    Et ta muse sera sapée comme une vamp

    Citoyen qui sent de la tête
    Papa gâteau de l'alphabet
    Maquereau de la clarinette
    Graine qui pousse des gibets
    Châssis rouillé sous les démences
    Corridor pourri de l'ennui
    Hygiéniste de la romance
    Rédempteur falot des lundis

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, salti!

    Que l'image soit rogue et l'épithète au poil
    La césure sournoise certes mais correcte
    Tu peux vêtir ta Muse ou la laisser à poil
    L'important est ce que ton ventre lui injecte

    Ses seins oblitérés par ton verbe arlequin
    Gonfleront goulûment la voile aux devantures
    Solidement gainée ta lyrique putain
    Tu pourras la sortir dans la Littérature

    Ventre affamé qui tend l'oreille
    Maraudeur aux bras déployés
    Pollen au rabais pour abeille
    Tête de mort rasée de frais
    Rampant de service aux étoiles
    Pouacre qui fait dans le quatrain
    Masturbé qui vide sa moelle
    A la devanture du coin

    Poète .... circulez!
    Circulez poète!
    Circulez!



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    19-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokey Mountain Boy
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    Smokey Mountain Boy
    Composer(s): Lenore Rosenblatt; Victor Millrose
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley



    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    The closer and closer I get to home
    The more excited I am
    Those were the mornings I'd roll out of bed
    Start the day off with a hot corn bread
    Smothered in huckleberry jam

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods
    Close on the trail of the hare
    How I long to be with them following the hounds
    a-huntin' again
    Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    I traveled around and met lots of girls
    No matter how many I see
    I left some pretty ones behind
    I know back home is where I'll find
    The girl whose love is meant for me

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poète
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    Poète
    Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



    Poète, les oiseaux se sont tus
    et elle a disparu comme un bateau en mer
    Poète, toi qui sais de ta plume chasser même la brume
    dis-moi ce qu'il faut faire
    Poète, dis-moi les mots qu'il faut lui dire
    pour qu'elle revienne pour lui dire que je l'aime
    Poète, si tu ne m'aides pas, mon amour s'en ira
    les mots souffle-les moi

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
    Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud
    Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie
    Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre

    Poète, aide-moi ou je sombre, je vis dans la pénombre lorsque je suis loin d'elle
    Poète, Prestidigitateur, ton métier de parleur, donne m'en les ficelles
    Poète, Donne-moi du talent pour dompter l'ouragan qui ravage nos têtes
    Poète, il n'y a que toi qui peut sécher les larmes aux yeux de la fille que j'aime

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
    Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud
    Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie
    Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre
    Poète, use de ta magie, souffle-moi de je t'en prie des mots choisis
    Je suis perdu sans toi, oh aide-moi
    Les mots qu'elle veut entendre, je veux les apprendre

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots

    Poète:
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ta voile
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ton gouvernail
    Dis-lui que tu seras son matelot
    Où qu'elle soit, où qu'elle aille
    Parle-lui d'émotions
    Parle-lui de tendresse
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ta maison
    Et ta dernière adresse

    Poète, la magie de tes mots, l'ont fait fondre en sanglot et elle est revenue



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    18-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Toi, La Musique Et Moi
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    Toi, La Musique Et Moi
    Composer(s): Gilbert Sinoué; Georges Costa; R. Guitton
    First performance by: Mary Cristy - 1976



    Et Paris se déchire sous la pluie
    Et Paris se déchire dans tes yeux
    Dans ta chambre là-haut tu t'ennuies
    Tu t'endors comme un clown malheureux

    Laisse là ces rues mouillées
    Et ces gens toujours pressés
    Laisse là ton désespoir et suis-moi

    Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel
    Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel

    Imagine une ville au soleil
    Imagine le retour d'un amour
    Le sourire d'un enfant qui s'éveille
    Une page dans le petit jour

    Mon amour, prends-moi la main
    Dès demain, nous serons un
    N'aie plus peur, n'hésite pas et suis-moi

    Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel
    Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel

    Nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel
    Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi
    Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi
    Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel

    La musique et moi
    La musique et moi



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poesia
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    Poesia
    Composer(s): P. Casella; Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti
    Performer(s): Riccardo Cocciante;
    and various other artists



    Poesia poesia
    sembra che non ci sia
    poi ritorni per caso
    a quand'eri bambina
    e tu
    tu correvi cantando
    sorridevi per niente
    e potevi volare
    e tutto questo era
    poesia

    Poesia poesia
    sembra che non ci sia
    poi ti prende la mano
    e ti porta lontano
    con lui
    e non sei più bambina
    non sorridi per niente
    scopri di essere donna
    e tutto questo è
    poesia

    Poesia poesia
    sembra che non ci sia
    poi ti svegli una notte
    e vorresti parlare
    con lui
    Ti dovresti spiegare
    e non sai cosa dire
    che è finito l'amore
    ma in fondo anche questo
    è poesia



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    17-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokey
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    Smokey
    Composer(s): George Clinton; Gary Shider
    Performer(s): Funkadelic



    Mmm-hmm, looking back at you

    Looking back at you
    I've lost a lot
    You've got a lot
    Miss you a lot
    I miss you
    (x2)

    A-ha-ha-hey, Smokey, when I speak your name
    Ah, Smokey, you do something to my brain
    Hey, Smokey, I'm like a dog on your chain
    Smokey baby, you got me singing this sweet refrain

    Looking back at you
    I've lost a lot
    You've got a lot
    Miss you a lot
    I miss you
    (x2)

    Hold on, Smokey, baby, I love you
    Hold on, Smokey, baby, I can feel you go
    Ah, hold on, Smokey baby
    Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain

    Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain

    Looking back at you
    I've lost a lot
    You've got a lot
    Miss you a lot
    Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa whoa-whoa
    (x15)



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poen
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    Poen
    Performer(s): Wim Sonneveld



    refr.:
    Poen, poen, poen, poen
    De een zegt geld, de ander money, maar wij zeggen poen
    Poen, poen, poen, poen
    't Zal je gedacht zijn wat je allemaal met poen ken doen
    Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is
    Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is
    Poen, poen, poen, poen
    Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen

    Een duppie is een beissie, een kwartje is een heitje
    Een gulden is een piek en een rijksdaalder heet een knaak
    Een tientje is een joetje, vijfentwintig is een geeltje
    Maar hoe heet nou een lap van honderd gulden, meier, raak

    refr.

    Een jongen is een gozer, een meissie is een grietje
    Ze doft zich lekker op wanneer ze aan de scharrel gaat
    Een kleurtje op d're waffel, wat poeier op d'r snufferd
    D'r gozer zegt verliefd: "Nou ben je net een pijpie kruit"

    refr.

    Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is
    Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is
    Poen, poen, poen, poen
    Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen



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    16-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smoke Rings
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    Smoke Rings
    Composer(s): Gene Gifford
    Performer(s): The Mills Brothers



    Tell me where do they go
    These smoke rings I blow each night?
    What do they do these circles of blue and white?
    And why do they seem to picture a dream of love?
    Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?

    Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high?
    Where are they hurled when they've kissed the world good-bye?
    Oh, I'd give my life to laugh at this stife below
    I'd be a king, I'd follow each ring I blow

    Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away
    Puff, puff, puff night and day
    Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings
    Blow, blow them ev'rywhere, give your troubles wings

    What do they tell and what is the spell they cast?
    Some of them fall and seem to recall the past
    But most of them rise away to the skies of blue
    Oh, little smoke rings I love
    Please take me above, take me with you



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poems, Prayers And Promises
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    Poems, Prayers And Promises
    Composer(s): John Denver
    Performer(s): John Denver;
    and various other artists



    I've been lately thinking about my life's time
    All the things I've done and how it's been
    And I can't help believin' in my own mind
    I know I'm gonna hate to see it end
    I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
    Spent a night or two all on my own
    I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends
    Spent a time or two in my own home

    I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all
    It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around
    (alt- sit and watch the sun go down)
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises
    And things that we believe in
    How sweet it is to love someone
    How right it is to care
    How long it's been since yesterday
    What about tomorrow and what about our dreams
    And all the memories we share

    Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long
    Time around me whispers when it's cold
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile
    It turns me on to think of growing old
    Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do
    So many things my mind has never known
    I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away
    And dance across the mountains on the moon

    I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all
    It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around
    (alt.: sit and watch the world turn 'round)
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises
    And things that we believe in
    How sweet it is to love someone
    How right it is to care
    How long it's been since yesterday
    What about tomorrow and what about our dreams
    And all the memories we share



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    15-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
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    Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
    (French Version: Fume Cette Cigarette - 1974)
    Composer(s): Merle Travis; Tex Williams
    First release by: Tex Williams - 1947
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
    And the ways of a gentleman I've been told
    Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

    But if me and a certain character met
    The guy that invented that cigarette
    I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree

    It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself
    and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health
    I smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet

    But nicotine slaves are all the same
    at a pettin' party or a poker game
    Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

    Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
    Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death

    Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
    That you hate to make him wait
    But you just gotta have another cigarette

    In a game of chance the other night
    Old dame fortune was good and right
    The kings and queens they kept on comin' around

    Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high
    But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
    He kept callin' and layin' his money down

    See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him
    and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim
    Finally called me but didn't raise the bet!

    -- Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you!
    He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two
    But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette"

    Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
    Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death

    Now the other night I had a date
    with the cutest little gal in any state
    A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

    She said she loved me and it seemd to me
    That things were sorta like they oughtta be
    So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane

    She was a long way from a chunk of ice
    And our pettin' party was goin' real nice
    And I got an idea I might have been there yet

    So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
    Then she said, "Travis, Excuse me Please
    But I just gotta have a cigarette"

    Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
    Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poema Para Lydia
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    Poema Para Lydia
    Performer(s): Victor Heredia



    Canto este poema por tu amor
    y es un cielo que se desprendió
    y ha echado a andar
    Mi soledad irá por vos
    y llamará con triste voz
    Lydia susurrará la brisa
    por el ventanal
    y temblará tu corazón
    al recordar
    ya que solo supe serle fiel
    al regazo tibio de tu piel
    Quiero arañar la tempestad
    quiero saber si el colmenar
    aún da su miel
    Lydia susurrará la brisa
    por el ventanal
    y temblará tu corazón al recordar



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    14-03-1989
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    Fume Cette Cigarette
    ((Adapted from: Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - 1947))
    Composer(s): Merle Travis; Tex Williams; Eddy Mitchell
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1974



    À l'école quand j'étais petit
    Les grands se cachaient sous leur lit
    Pour fumer en cachette une cigarette
    Ils se faufilaient
    Sans un bruit
    À la faveur de la nuit
    Certains d'entre eux fumaient dans les toilettes
    Le privilège qu'ils m'accordaient
    C'est moi, le petit, qui craquait
    Une allumette pour leur cigarette

    Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Et j'entends leur voix me dire
    Elle revient en souvenir
    Pour devenir un homme
    Fume cette cigarette

    La surveillante des cours du soir
    M'a entraîné dans le parloir
    Je n'ai pas l'impression d'être à la fête
    Elle dit qu'il faut me rattraper
    Qu' j'ai besoin d cours particuliers
    Qu'elle a toujours maté les fortes têtes
    Elle m'a reçu dans son peignoir
    M'a demandé si j' voulais boire
    Et tendu un paquet de cigarettes

    Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Et j'entends sa voix me dire
    Elles reviennent en souvenir
    Pour devenir un homme
    Fume cette cigarette
    Mais j'ai vraiment fumé plus tard
    Lorsque j'ai vu Humphrey Bogart
    Pincer entre ses lèvres une cigarette
    Identifié à ce héros
    Je marchais en courbant le dos
    Je me prenais pour un roi du racket
    Je n'ai connu que des déboires
    Je rentrais en toussant le soir
    Sans la moindre féminine conquête

    Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Et j'entends des voix me dire
    Elles reviennent en souvenir
    Pour devenir un homme
    Fume cette cigarette

    Il m'arrive souvent de fumer
    Des choses plus ou moins bien roulées
    Qui n' ressemblent pas toujours aux cigarettes
    Je n'ai rien compris et rien vu
    Mais un homme je suis devenu
    Accroché pour toujours aux cigarettes

    Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
    Et j'entends des voix me dire
    Elles reviennent en souvenir
    Pour devenir un homme
    Fume cette cigarette



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poema 15
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    Poema 15
    Composer(s): Pablo Neruda; Victor Jara
    Performer(s): Victor Jara;
    Francesca Ancarola; Mercedes Sosa



    Me gustas cuando callas
    porque estas como ausente
    y me oyes desde lejos
    y mi voz no te toca
    parece que los ojos
    se te hubieran volado
    y parece que un beso
    te cerrara la boca

    Me gustas cuando callas
    y ahi estas como distante
    y estas como quejandote
    mariposa del arrullo
    y me oyes desde lejos
    y mi voz no te alcanza
    dejame que me calle
    con el silencio tuyo

    Dejame que te hable
    tambien con tu silencio
    claro como una lampara
    simple como un anillo
    te pareces a la noche
    callada y constelada
    tu silencio, otra estrella
    tan lejana y sencillo

    Me gustas cuando callas
    porque estas como ausente
    distante y dolorosa
    como si hubieras muerto
    una palabra entonces
    una sonrisa bastan
    y estoy alegre
    alegre de que no sea cierto



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    13-03-1989
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    Uma Flor De Verde Pinho
    Composer(s): José Niza; Manuel Alegre
    First performance by: Carlos do Carmo - 1976



    Eu podia chamar-te pátria minha
    dar-te o mais lindo nome português
    podia dar-te um nome de rainha
    que este amor é de Pedro por Inês

    Mas não há forma não há verso não há leito
    para este fogo amor para este rio
    Como dizer um coração fora do peito?
    Meu amor transbordou
    E eu sem navio

    Gostar de ti é um poema que não digo
    que não há taça amor para este vinho
    não há guitarra nem cantar de amigo
    não há flor não há flor de verde pinho

    Não há barco nem trigo não há trevo
    não há palavras para dizer esta canção
    Gostar de ti é um poema que não escrevo
    Que há um rio sem leito
    E eu sem coração



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    Poem For My Little Lady
    Composer(s): Mac Davis
    Performer(s): Kenny Rogers; Bobby Goldsboro



    She’s young and soft and kind
    And she deserves a whole lot better
    than a guitar picking drifter
    who never gave a damn
    And if loving me is all
    she ever wants some gonna let her
    And I’ve tried to be kind of man
    She thinks I am

    She makes those little kitten sounds
    and (that) trembles when I love her
    she makes me feel so bad and strong in me
    She whispers how she can not wait
    to be my baby’s mother
    She’s the only glimpse of God
    I’ve ever seen

    Her mama sure had warned her
    Never take out with a poet
    For poets travel rocky roads
    In search of truth and life

    I’m the only blemish on
    Her virgin soul but she don’t know it
    and I thank the Lord she’s lying gentle
    by my side tonight



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