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  • 09-04-2002
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    Arthritis Blues
    Composer(s): Butch Hayes
    Ramblin' Jack Elliott



    Arthritis is a thing to miss
    It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
    And it's all kinds of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    Can't stand up, can't lay down
    You can't sit in a chair, you can't roll on the ground
    And it's all kind of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    I went to the doctor, doctor looked sad
    Well he looked in his book, and he told me what I had
    And it's all kind of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    Doctor, doctor, doctor, get your X-ray machine
    Well it feel so good, just about like morphine
    And it's all kind of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    When you get to Heaven, tell the judge for me
    I've had sixteen years of the third degree
    And it's all kind of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    Arthritis is a thing to miss
    It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
    And it's all kinds of trouble
    Gonna find you somehow

    All kinds of trouble, good Lord
    Gonna find you somehow



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    Dixie Fried Composer(s): Carl Perkins - Howard Griffin First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists



    Well on the outskirts of town there's a little night spot
    Dan dropped in about five o'clock
    Pulled off his coat said the night is short
    He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

    An' hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
    Rave on cats, he cried
    It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
    And let's all get dixie fried

    Now Dan got happy and he started ravin'
    He jerked out his razor , but he wasn't shavin'
    And all the cats knew to jump and hop
    'Cause he was born an' raised in a butcher shop

    He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
    Rave on cats, he cried
    It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
    And let's all get dixie fried

    The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
    They all ran in to see what it was about
    And I heard him holler when they led him away
    He turned his head and this is what he had to say

    He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
    Rave on cats, he cried
    It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
    And let's all get dixie fried
    Get fried now!

    Now Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
    He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
    And through the black crossed bars he tossed a note to his dear
    Said it ain't my fault hon, that I'm in here

    But hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
    Rave on cats, he cried
    it's almost dawn and the cops ain't gone
    And I've been dixie fried



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    08-04-2002
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    Art School Babe
    Performer(s): Ray Davies



    My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
    Painted face, Egyptian eyebrows and bright red lips
    Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco
    And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines
    From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre

    Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit
    The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint
    And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
    But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned

    I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin
    My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin
    I grovel on the floor, I think ha ha ha "Yeah I think I can make her"
    Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator

    Art school chaps with creative grand illusions
    My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand
    Boring the world for hours with political theories
    Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe
    Just puts another inch of make-up on her face

    And she says to me: "Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie
    Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants"
    How did she know that?
    Arty farty, I try to throw a party
    To impress my peers I struck a creative stance

    Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission
    I made my play for my art school babe
    By humming jazz tunes with words by Furlinghetti
    I thought I was ever so cool
    But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool
    For my art school babe



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    Dixie Chicken Composer(s): Frederick Martin - Lowell George First release by: Little Feat - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists



    I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
    And the Commodore Hotel
    And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
    Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
    And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well

    If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
    And we can walk together down in Dixieland
    Down in Dixieland

    Well we made all the hot spots
    My money flowed like wine
    Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
    And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
    On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
    But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
    The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name

    If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
    And we can walk together down in Dixieland
    Down in Dixieland

    Well it's been a year since she ran away
    Yes that guitar player sure could play
    She always liked to sing along
    She's always handy with a song
    Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
    I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
    And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
    And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along

    If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
    And we can walk together down in Dixieland
    Down in Dixieland



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    07-04-2002
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    Art School
    Composer(s): Paul Weller
    First release by: The Jam - 1977
    and multiple other artists



    Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
    Don't need permission for everything that you want
    Any taste that you feel is right
    Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
    Say what you want, 'cos this is a new art school
    Do what you want if it takes your mind
    Better do it now, 'cos you won't have time
    And never worry if people laugh at you
    The fools only laugh 'cos they envy you
    Time is motion and the hands are fast
    Young words are mumbled, they don't always last
    It's up to us to be sure they understand
    Who makes the rules that make people select
    Who is to judge that your ways are correct
    The media as watchdog is absolute shit
    The TV telling you what to think
    Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
    Don't need permission for everything that you want
    Any taste that you feel is right
    Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
    Say what you want
    'cos this is a new art school
    Do what you want, 'cos this is the new art school



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    Dix Mille Bulles Bleues
    ((Adapted from: Le Mille Bolle Blu (Jenny Luna) - 1961))
    Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Vito Pallavicini - Pierre Delanoë
    Performer(s): Dalida - 1961



    Longtemps j'ai fais le même rêve
    Je voyais dans mes nuits
    Dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
    Rapides, limpides, légères
    Tout un carrousel de chandelles, d'étincelles, dans le ciel

    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum comme autant de soleils
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie dans mon sommeil
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum autant de mots d'amour
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Parlaient de toi, parlaient de toi à mon cœur lourd

    Et je passais de douces, douces nuits
    À rêver que j'étais dans tes bras pour la vie
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum je voyais, dans le ciel
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Qui s'envolaient, qui s'envolaient à mon réveil

    Hier quand tu m'as dit "je t'aime"
    Elles sont revenues dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
    Rapides, limpides, légères
    Tout un carrousel d'étincelles de chandelles dans le ciel

    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum on en voyait partout
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie autour de nous
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum j'étais émerveillée
    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Car je rêvais, car je rêvais tout éveillée

    Tu m'as donné tout doux, tout doucement
    Ce baiser que j'attendais depuis si longtemps

    Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum vingt mille bulles bleues
    Boulouloum cent mille bulles bleues
    Nous entouraient, nous encerclaient, nous enroulaient
    Elles dansaient, elles dansaient et s'envolaient
    Et s'envolaient, et s'envolaient
    Au ciel



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    06-04-2002
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    Art Of Madness
    Performer(s): The Jacksons



    I can't help the things I do
    Tho' they might seem strange to you
    Got my mind, just spinnin' round
    Inside, outside, upside down
    There's an art to all this madness
    Tho' it seems insane to you

    There's a rhyme to all the reason
    In everything I do
    Have you any imagination
    Of what I'm goin' through
    There's art to all this madness
    I'm just crazy over you

    People just can't understand
    They don't think I'm a normal man
    So tell me why they walk around
    Using half of their brain
    You tell me now who's insane
    There's an art to all this madness
    Tho' it seems insane to you

    There's a rhyme to all the reason
    In everything I do
    Have you any imagination
    Of what I'm goin' through
    There's art to all this madness
    I'm just crazy over you

    Art of madness
    Art of madness, ooh
    Art of madness

    I went to the doctor the other day
    Just to make sure if I was ok
    The diagnosis said I was totally insane
    I found out the doctor used half of his brain
    There's an art to all this madness
    Tho' it seems insane to you

    There's a rhyme to all the reason
    In everything I do
    Have you any imagination
    Of what I'm goin' through
    There's art to all this madness
    I'm just crazy over you

    Art of madness
    Art of madness, ooh
    Art of madness



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Dix Ans Trop Tôt
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon



    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Nous n'avions pas encore
    Faits nos dents de sagesse
    A s'aimer à plein corps
    Jusqu'à mourir d'ivresse
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Comme on se jette à l'eau

    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Et dans le tourbillon
    Des erreurs de jeunesse
    Ignorants, nous avons
    Profané la tendresse
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Moins de cœur que de peau

    Je vis ma liberté au fil des aventures
    Explorant le bonheur, en flâneur, en touriste
    Me cognant bien souvent le cœur contre les murs
    Lorsque ton souvenir me cueille à l'improviste

    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Et je pense souvent
    Avec mélancolie
    Que le premier serment
    Vous marque pour la vie
    Moi je reste marqué
    Au fer de ce fiasco
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt

    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Nous étions impatients
    De dévorer le monde
    L'amour est non-voyant
    Quand les plaisirs l'inondent
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    De cœur en porteà faux

    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Au temps des inconscients
    Et merveilleux tumultes
    Plus tout à fait enfants
    Pas tout à fait adultes
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Souvent qu'à demi-mot

    Lorsque je te rencontre au cours d'une soirée
    Chez des amis communs, volubile et à l'aise
    Sublime, épanouie dans ta maturité
    Je te dis en blaguant comme entre parenthèses

    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt
    Dix ans qui t'ont pétrie
    De corps, de cœur et d'âme
    Et qui ont converti
    L'adolescente en femme
    Tu ris sans tu douter
    Que j'en ai le cœur gros
    Nous nous sommes aimés
    Dix ans trop tôt



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    05-04-2002
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    Art Lover
    Composer(s): Ray Davies
    First release by: The Kinks - 1981



    Sunday afternoon there's something special
    It's just like another world
    Jogging in the park is my excuse
    To look at all the little girls

    I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
    I'm not a dirty old man
    I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother
    I'm an art lover
    Come to daddy
    Ah, come to daddy
    Come to daddy

    Pretty little legs, I want to draw them
    Like a Degas ballerina
    Pure white skin, like porcelain
    She's a work of art and I should know
    I'm an art lover
    Come to daddy
    And I'll give you some spangles

    Little girl don't notice me
    Watching as she innocently plays
    She can't see me staring at her
    Because I'm always wearing shades
    She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
    I follow her around for hours and hours
    I'd take her home, but that could never be
    She's just a substitute
    For what's been taken from me
    Ah, come to daddy, come on

    Sunday afternoon can't last forever
    Wish I could take you home
    So, come on, give us a smile
    Before you vanish out of view
    I've learned to appreciate you
    The way art lovers do
    And I only want to look at you



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    D-i-v-o-r-c-e
    Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Curley Putman
    Performer(s): Tammy Wynette



    Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
    So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
    Like T-o-y or maybe S-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
    But the words we're hiding from him now
    Tear the heart right out of me

    Chorus:
    Our D-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
    Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away
    I love you both and it will be pure H-e double L for me
    Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-i-v-o-r-c-e

    Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas or his 5th Birthday
    And he thinks C-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
    I spell out all the hurtin' words, and turn my head when I speak
    'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
    That's drippin' down my cheek

    Chorus



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    04-04-2002
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    Torture
    Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
    First release by: Kris Jensen - 1962
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Torture, torture
    Baby, you're torturing me
    Why do you lead me around
    And make me chase ya
    When I catch ya,
    You won't let me embrace ya
    Please baby, have a heart
    Cause can't you see
    You're torturing me
    Torturing me

    This torture that I'm going through
    Is worth the pain if I have you
    So, if you love me, let me know
    But if you don't, please let me go
    Torture, torture
    Baby, you're torturing me

    You know that I'm crazy about you
    Yet you make me do without you
    Do you mean to hurt, or don't you see
    You're torturing me, torturing me



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
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    D.i.v.o.r.c.e. Composer(s): Billy Connolly Performer(s): Billy Connolly



    Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid
    But when you mention the V.e.t. he damn near flips his lid
    Words like S.h.o.t. shot or W.o.r.m. worm
    These are words which make him S.q.u.i.r.m. squirm
    His Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
    Because he bit the V.e.t. and then he ran away
    He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me
    And that's why I am gonna get a D.i.v.o.r.c.e.

    She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.e.g.
    She sank her teeth in my b.u.m. and called me an effin B.
    Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.f.f.-ski
    And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.i.r.d.

    Oh yes his Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
    Both my wife and my wee scabby dog will soon be hauled away
    That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear
    Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer

    Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer



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    03-04-2002
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    Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
    Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Harry B. Smith
    Performer(s): Louise Bliss
    and multiple other artists



    Mama is a queen and papa is a king
    So I am a princess and I know it
    But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing
    I just hate it all, and I know it
    To sing on the stage that's the one life for me
    My figure's just like Tetrazzini
    I know I'd win fame if I sang in "Boheme"
    That op'ra by Signor Puccini
    I've roulades and the trills
    that would send the cold chills
    down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills

    I long to be a prima donna donna donna
    I long to shine upon the stage
    I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song
    and my figure would look pretty as a page
    I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice
    like other plump girls that I see
    I hate society, I hate propriety -Art is calling for me

    I'm in the elite, and men sigh at my feet
    Still I do not fancy my position
    I have not much use for the men that I meet
    I quite burn with lyric ambition
    Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me
    I'd be a success that I do know
    and Melba I'd oust, if I once sang in "Faust"
    That op'ra so charming by Gounod
    Girls would be on the brink of hysterics, I think,
    even strong men would have to go out for a drink.

    I long to be a prima donna donna donna
    I long to shine upon the stage
    With my avoirdupois and my tra-la-la-la-la
    I would be the chief sensation of the age
    I long to hear them shouting "Viva to the diva"
    O very lovely that must be
    That's what I'm sighing for
    That's what I'm dying for - Art is calling for me!



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    Divers Do It Deeper
    Composer(s): David Allen Coe
    Performer(s): David Allen Coe



    It was to cold to stay in the North
    And LA seemd the most likely place I could be
    Those Malibu nights
    And those Hollywood lights, were blinding me
    I longed for a lover
    To help me discover
    The key that would unlock loves door
    While diving the reefs
    Lord she changed my beliefs
    As we made love on the ocean floor

    And she whispered
    Divers do it deeper
    Jockeys do it shorter
    Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
    Sailors do it wetter
    Soldiers do it better
    But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer

    I moved from LA
    For a good job with pay
    Riding the range for the Double Bar J
    Till the rodeo came
    And I put in my name
    For the bullriding contest that day
    The Judges were watching
    But they never noticed
    the girl standing close to my chute
    She picked me to win
    I could tell by her grin
    As she reached out and patted my boot

    And she said
    Divers do it deeper
    Pilots do it higher
    Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
    Doctors do it cleaner
    Bikers do it meaner
    But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer

    Divers do it deeper
    Jockeys do it shorter
    Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger, stronger
    Saliors do it wetter
    Soldiers do it better
    But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer



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    02-04-2002
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Bosom Of Abraham
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    Bosom Of Abraham
    Composer(s): Phillip Brooks - William Johnson - George McFadden - Elvis Presley
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Jubilee Four



    Well you rock my soul
    Down in the bosom of Abraham
    Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham
    He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham

    Well a rich man lives, he lives so well
    Children, when he dies on a lonely hill
    Why don't you rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ditty Wah Ditty
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    Ditty Wah Ditty Composer(s): Arthur Blake Performer(s): Ry Cooder; Bob Kelly



    There's a great big mystery
    And it sure is worrying me
    It's a ditty wah ditty
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

    I went out and walked around
    Somebody yelled, "Now who's in town?"
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

    Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four
    Said, "Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'"
    Your ditty wah ditty
    Your ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

    I went to church, put my hat on the seat
    A lady sat on it and said, "Daddy you sho' is sweet"
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

    I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone
    Just give me that thing that you're sitting on"
    My ditty wah ditty
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

    Then I got put outta the church
    'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    Mister ditty wah ditty
    I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means



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    01-04-2002
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    Art For Art's Sake
    Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
    Performer(s): 10 cc



    Give me your body
    Give me your mind
    Open your heart
    Pull down the blind
    Give me your love give me it all
    Give me in the kitchen give me in the hall
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Art for Arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Give me the readies
    Give me the cash
    Give me a bullet
    Give me a smash
    Give me a silver give me a gold
    Make it a million for when I get old
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Art for Arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Money talks so listen to it
    Money talks to me
    Anyone can understand it
    Money can't be beat Oh no
    When you get down, down to the root
    Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
    Still got to keep making the loot
    Chauffeur driven
    Got to make her quick as you can
    Give her loving make you a man
    Get her in the palm of your hand
    Bread from Heaven
    Give me a country
    Where I can be free
    Don't need the unions
    Strangling me
    Keep me in exile the rest of my days
    Burn me in hell but as long as it pays
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake
    Art for arts sake
    Money for God's sake



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    Dites, Si C'était Vrai
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel
    Performer(s): Jacques Brel



    Dites, dites, si c'était vrai
    S'il était né vraiment à Bethléem, dans une étable
    Dites, si c'était vrai
    Si les rois Mages étaient vraiment venus de loin, de fort loin
    Pour lui porter l'or, la myrrhe, l'encens
    Dites, si c'était vrai
    Si c'était vrai tout ce qu'ils ont écrit Luc, Matthieu
    Et les deux autres
    Dites, si c'était vrai
    Si c'était vrai le coup des Noces de Cana
    Et le coup de Lazare
    Dites, si c'était vrai
    Si c'était vrai ce qu'ils racontent les petits enfants
    Le soir avant d'aller dormir
    Vous savez bien, quand ils disent Notre Père, quand ils disent Notre Mère
    Si c'était vrai tout cela
    Je dirais oui
    Oh, sûrement je dirais oui
    Parce que c'est tellement beau tout cela
    Quand on croit que c'est vrai



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    31-03-2002
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Big City (Tol Hansse)
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    Big City
    Performer(s): Tol Hansse



    Waar ter wereld ik ook kwam
    Nimmer trof ik zo een bende
    Als in 't oude Amsterdam
    Welgelegen aan het IJ
    Leven zij daar vrij en blij
    Ronkend in gepoetste blikkies
    Vreemde vogels met hun stickies
    Uit hun monden wolken rook
    Als liepen zij op oliestook
    Speedy kauwend met hun tanden
    Geen parkeerplaats meer voorhanden
    En daar sta je op de stoep
    Glijend door de hondepoep
    Ja 't is d'r druk genoeg
    Op de straat en in de kroeg
    Waar Bolle Jan z'n biertje hijst
    En de jukebox vrolijk krijst
    Z'n vrouw die krijgt haar eerste wee
    Op 'n zaaltje in 't WG
    Lijkt de baby op z'n vader
    Wordt 't wel een keizersnee
    Van een metertje of twee
    Amsterdam holadiee

    Big city
    Big city
    Big big city
    You're so pretty
    Hare Krishna's op de dam
    Douwen in je hand een brieffie
    Hoe je happy leven kan
    Zo te zien en volgens mij
    Zijn ze zelf niet zo blij
    De haringman staat op z'n stekkie
    Met een bleek vertrokken bekkie
    Eet 'm nou maar op meneer
    Met die walmen van 't verkeer
    'k Neem u echt niet in de maling
    Is 't zo gerookte paling
    En daar staat een Arabier
    Eet patat met veel plezier
    Gebakken in, da's interessant
    De olie uit z'n vaderland
    Een Engelsman zit shocking klem
    Between de deuren van de tram
    Een dame als een toverfee
    In een grote BMW
    Wil je van 't trottoir afracen
    't Zal wel een temeier wezen
    Met d'r vent in de WW
    Amsterdam holadiee

    Big city
    Big city
    Big big city
    You're so pretty

    En Thorbecke schudt z'n knar
    Ziet ze gaan en ziet ze komen
    Hangend aan de volle bar
    Lessen zij hun grote dorst
    Aan de barvrouw's blote borst
    't Wijkgebouw dat staat te trillen
    Als daar de gitaren gillen
    Want de beat-band uit de buurt
    Heeft 'r weer een zaal gehuurd
    Ome Jaap die trekt benee
    Z'n accordeon in twee
    Tante Jans in de bistro
    Eet andijvie uit een po
    Waar de trams de hoek om gillen
    Of ze katten staat te villen
    En je redt je vege lijf
    Anders word je koud en stijf
    Met al die mensen op een kluit
    Denk je soms "ik wil d'r uit"
    Eenzaam in je blote billen
    Door een oerwoud lopen rillen
    Nee dat valt toch ook niet mee
    Amsterdam holadiee

    Big city
    Big city
    Big big city
    You're so pretty

    Big city
    Big city
    Big big city
    You're so pretty

    Big city
    Big city
    Big big city
    You're so pretty



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Disturbance
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    Disturbance Composer(s): Roy Wood Performer(s): The Move



    When I was a little boy my mama dropped me on my head I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor made note of how I did Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find At the age of seven I just couldn't read my ABC but I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find Reach the age of 21 ain't got no key to fit my door day and night I'm looning around just don't know what I'm looking for Will they carry me away? Oh will they carry me away? I was 97 and I'm sure my brain it had enough racing round in jet planes cause my sports car ain't quite fast enough Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find Will they carry me away? Oh will they carry me away? Will they carry me away? Oh will they carry me away?



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