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  • 12-10-2003
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    La Dulce Mimi
    Performer(s): Raphael



    No Se Sabe Donde Suena Un Acordeon
    Ladra Un Perro Loco A Una Nube Gris
    Canta Un Marinero Que Anda Sin Timon
    Y Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi

    Hay Un Olor Fuerte Que Llego Del Mar
    Con Su Andar Pesado, Torpe Y De Barril
    Sin Hombre Que Pueda De Nuevo Estrenar
    Pasa, Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi

    La Dulce Mimi
    Manchon De Carmin
    Boca Desdentada
    La Dulce Mimi
    Amor De Serrin
    En Cama Sudada

    La Noche Vendra Y Sola Estara
    Sola, Sin Hombre Y Sin Pan
    ¡ay¡ ¡ay Que Pena Me Da!
    La Dulce Mimi

    Del Ayer Conserva Un Negro Manton
    Y Un Retrato Antiguo Que Alumbra Un Candil
    Igual Que Un Fantasma Por El Callejon
    Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi

    Al Primer Borracho Que Encontro Al Pasar
    Se Ofrecio Lo Mismo Que Una Vieja Actriz
    Con Los Pies De Plomo Y La Soledad
    Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi



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    Dreadlock Holiday
    Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart Performer(s): 10cc - 1978



    I was walkin' down the street
    concentrating on trucking right
    I heard a dark voice beside of me
    And I looked 'round in a state of fright

    I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter
    They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other

    I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it
    I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it

    Don't you walk through my words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

    Well, he looked down on my silver chain
    He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'
    I said: 'You've got to be joking, man
    It was a present from me mother'

    He said: 'I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands
    And you'll be sorry you crossed me
    You better understand
    That you're alone (a long way from home)

    And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it
    I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it

    Don't you cramp me style
    Don't you queer me pitch
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

    I hurried back to the swimming pool
    sinking Pina Colada
    I heard a dark voice beside me say
    'Would you like something harder?'

    She said: 'I've got it, you want it, my harvest is the best
    And if you try it
    You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday

    And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her
    Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yea

    Don't you walk through her words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through her words
    'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

    I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)



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    11-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.La Drôle De Fin
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    La Drôle De Fin
    ((English Version: Last Tango (by Raymond Vincent))
    Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin - J.M. Rivat
    Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan



    On s'est connus
    C'était si bien
    Qui aurait vu
    Notre destin
    On n'a pas su
    Aller très loin
    Le beau début
    La drôle de fin

    De plus en plus
    Tu prends le train
    Je ne sais plus
    Quand tu reviens
    Le beau début
    La drôle de fin

    Où vont-ils donc?
    Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
    Ne saura-t-on jamais
    Quand ils nous abandonnent
    Ils sont bien quelque part
    Sur le quai d'une gare
    Dans un café anglais
    Un hôtel espagnol

    Où vont-ils donc?
    Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
    Ne saura-t-on jamais
    Quand ils nous abandonnent
    Ils sont bien quelque part
    Sur le quai d'une gare
    Dans un café anglais
    Un hôtel espagnol

    Ne pleure plus
    Laisse mes mains
    On est fichus
    On le sait bien
    Le beau début
    La drôle de fin

    Où vont-ils donc?
    Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
    Ne saura-t-on jamais
    Quand ils nous abandonnent
    Ils sont bien quelque part
    Sur le quai d'une gare
    Dans un café anglais
    Un hôtel espagnol

    Où vont-ils donc?
    Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
    Ne saura-t-on jamais
    Quand ils nous abandonnent
    Ils sont bien quelque part
    Sur le quai d'une gare
    Dans un café anglais
    Un hôtel espagnol

    Où vont-ils donc?
    Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
    Ne saura-t-on jamais
    Quand ils nous abandonnent
    Ils sont bien quelque part
    Sur le quai d'une gare
    Dans un café anglais
    Un hôtel espagnol



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dragon's Ear
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    Dragon's Ear
    Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): Tyrannosaurus Rex; Catherine Lambert



    Dragon's ear and druid's spear
    Protects you while the Dworns are here
    The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth
    That drapes her shape from fangs of fear

    I love you my love
    Please taketh this heart which I bear
    O heal my sorrow
    Weareth my arms like a charm
    Through the dales of your doom

    Our lives are merely trees of possibilities



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    10-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Last Tango
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    Last Tango
    ((French Version: La Drôle De Fin (by Sylvie Vartan))
    Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin
    Performer(s): Raymond Vincent



    Rolling along Rue de la Paix
    Hearing a song, turn it away
    And all alone, killing the day
    Rolling along Rue de la Paix
    Drift in a park
    Picking the score
    Back in a car
    Call it a bore
    Call it a bore
    Call it a bore

    For all the years he tried
    They said he wasn't right
    They left him in the night
    To win a bitter fight
    He knew they couldn't know
    They'd never seen his show
    And in a final throe
    He wrote his last tango
    For all the years he tried
    They said he wasn't right
    They left him in the night
    To win a bitter fight
    He knew they couldn't know
    They'd never seen his show
    And in a final throe
    He wrote his last tango

    Back in his room
    Another tune
    The show begins
    But no one will win
    Got to be strong
    Well, it's been so long
    Back in the room
    Writing a tune

    Turn on the light
    No time to hide
    Run down the street
    Hit on the side
    Isn't that neat?
    Isn't that neat?

    For all the years he tried
    They said he wasn't right
    They left him in the night
    To win a bitter fight
    He knew they couldn't know
    They'd never seen his show
    And in a final throe
    He wrote his last tango

    Those years he tried
    They said he wasn't right
    They left him in the night
    To win a bitter fight
    He knew they couldn't know
    They'd never seen his show
    And in a final throe
    He wrote his last tango

    Those years he tried
    They said he wasn't right
    They left him in the night
    To win a bitter fight
    He knew they couldn't know
    They'd never seen his show
    And in a final throe
    He wrote his last tango



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dragonfly (Frank Marino)
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    Dragonfly
    Composer(s): Frank Marino Performer(s): Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush



    Well listen, someday
    You'll hear a rush of wings
    So distant, a sound of secret things
    There, look there, up in that rusty sky
    Yonder, sweeps the dragonfly
    So awesome, he blocks the setting sun
    He'll come to collect the souls of everyone
    Come dragon, come
    In from the sun
    He floats with an eerie grace
    A giant blue green sentinal
    From some distant time and space
    And because he'll come, he'll have no regrets
    Surely he'll come to lay this birth to rest
    I know one day you'll see him
    But please don't ask me why
    He will be a secret dragonfly
    Fly dragon fly, here from the sky
    So if you hear that sound I'm talkin' about
    When you know he's near
    When your times run out
    Well don't you fear
    There's nothing that you can say
    Cause he'll appear and take you to that special place
    He'll take you there
    He'll take you there
    He'll take you there
    He'll take you there
    He'll take you there
    He'll take you...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    09-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Donna Riccia
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    La Donna Riccia
    Composer(s): Domenico Modugno
    Performer(s): Domenico Modugno
    and multiple other artists



    Pigghiate cu ti pare
    si vo' ti sposi
    però nun ti pigghiari
    'na donna riccia
    Cu ricci e ricciteddi
    issa t'incanta
    però dopo du' misi
    voli ti pianta
    No, No, No, No, No, No...
    Riccia...No!
    Picchì da ogni ricciu
    te caccia 'nu capricciu...
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    Picchì da ogni ricciu/te caccia 'nu capricciu...
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    Si prima 'ole te vasa
    poi 'ole te lassa
    nun ci capisci nenti
    è comu matassa
    Te mbrigghia e poi te sbrigghia...
    C'é cu 'mpazzisci
    però si te carizza tu t'addurmisci!
    No, No, No, No, No, No...
    Riccia...No!
    Picchì da ogni ricciu
    te caccia 'nu capricciu...
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    Picchì da ogni ricciu
    te caccia 'nu capricciu...
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
    La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Draggin' The Line
    Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King First release by: Tommy James - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists



    Makin' a livin'
    The old hard way
    We're takin' and givin'
    By day by day

    I dig snow and rain
    And the bright sunshine
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)

    My dog Sam
    Eats purple flowers
    We ain't got much
    But what we've got's ours

    But we dig snow and rain
    And the bright sunshine
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)

    I feel fine
    I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind
    I'm gonna take my time
    I'm gettin' a good time
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)

    Lovin' and free
    And feelin' the spirit
    We're huggin' a tree
    When you get near it

    We're diggin' the snow and rain
    And the bright sunshine
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)

    I feel fine
    I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind
    I'm gonna take my time
    I'm gettin' a good time
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)
    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)

    Draggin' the line
    (draggin' the line)
    la la la la la la la .....



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    08-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Donna È Mobile
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    La Donna È Mobile
    Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
    and multiple other artists



    La donna è mobile
    qual piuma al vento
    muta d'accento
    e di pensiero
    Sempre un amabile
    leggiadro viso
    in pianto o in riso
    è menzognero

    La donna è mobil
    qual piuma al vento
    muta d'accento
    e di pensier
    e di pensier
    e di pensier

    E' sempre misero
    chi a lei s'affida
    chi le confida
    mal cauto il core
    Pur mai non sentesi
    felice appieno
    chi su quel seno
    non liba amore

    La donna è mobil
    qual piuma al vento
    muta d'accento
    e di pensier
    e di pensier
    e di pensier



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Drag City
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    Drag City
    Composer(s): Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian - Brian Wilson Performer(s): Jan & Dean



    Burn up that quarter mile

    Just tuned my car, now she really peels
    A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
    A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty
    Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City

    Yeah
    Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Burn up that quarter mile

    The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station
    The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation
    Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty
    I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City

    Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Burn up that quarter mile

    'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air
    The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere
    Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty
    To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City

    Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Burn up that quarter mile

    Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
    Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
    Burn up that quarter mile
    Burn up that quarter mile

    Listen to 'em whine
    (whine, whine, whine)



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    07-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Domenica Delle Salme
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    La Domenica Delle Salme
    Composer(s): Fabrizio De André
    First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1990



    Tentò la fuga in tram
    verso le sei del mattino
    dalla bottiglia di orzata
    dove galleggiava Milano
    non fu difficile seguirlo
    il poeta della Baggina
    la sua anima accesa
    mandava luce di lampadina
    gli incendiarono il letto
    sulla strada di Trento
    riuscì a salvarsi dalla sua barba
    un pettirosso da combattimento
    I polacchi non morirono subito
    e inginocchiati agli ultimi semafori
    rifacevano il trucco alle troie di regime
    lanciate verso il mare
    i trafficanti di saponette
    mettevano pancia verso est
    chi si convertiva nel novanta
    era dispensato nel novantuno
    la scimmia del quarto Reich
    ballava la polka sopra il muro
    e mentre si arrampicava
    le abbiamo visto tutto il culo
    la piramide di Cheope
    volle essere ricostruita in quel giorno di festa
    masso per masso
    schiavo per schiavo
    comunista per comunista
    La domenica delle salme
    non si udirono fucilate
    il gas esilarante
    presidiava le strade
    La domenica delle salme
    si portò via tutti i pensieri
    e le regine del tua culpa
    affollarono i parrucchieri
    Nell'assolata galera patria
    il secondo secondino
    disse a "Baffi di Sego" che era il primo
    si può fare domani sul far del mattino
    e furono inviati messi
    fanti cavalli cani ed un somaro
    d annunciare l'amputazione della gamba
    di Renato Curcio
    il carbonaro
    il ministro dei temporali
    in un tripudio di tromboni
    auspicava democrazia
    con la tovaglia sulle mani e le mani sui coglioni
    - voglio vivere in una città
    dove all'ora dell'aperitivo
    non ci siano spargimenti di sangue
    o di detersivo
    a tarda sera io e il mio illustre cugino De Andrade
    eravamo gli ultimi cittadini liberi
    di questa famosa città civile
    perché avevamo un cannone nel cortile
    La domenica delle salme
    nessuno si fece male
    tutti a seguire il feretro
    del defunto ideale
    la domenica delle salme
    si sentiva cantare
    - quant'è bella giovinezza
    non vogliamo più invecchiare
    Gli ultimi viandanti
    si ritirarono nelle catacombe
    accesero la televisione e ci guardarono cantare
    per una mezz'oretta poi ci mandarono a cagare
    -voi che avete cantato sui trampoli e in ginocchio
    con i pianoforti a tracolla vestiti da Pinocchio
    voi che avete cantato per i longobardi e per i centralisti
    per l'Amazzonia e per la pecunia
    nei palastilisti
    e dai padri Maristi
    voi avevate voci potenti
    lingue allenate a battere il tamburo
    voi avevate voci potenti
    adatte per il vaffanculo
    La domenica delle salme
    gli addetti alla nostalgia
    accompagnarono tra i flauti
    il cadavere di Utopia
    la domenica delle salme
    fu una domenica come tante
    il giorno dopo c'erano segni
    di una pace terrificante
    mentre il cuore d'Italia
    da Palermo ad Aosta
    si gonfiava in un coro
    di vibrante protesta



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The Draft Dodger Rag
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    The Draft Dodger Rag
    Composer(s): Phil Ochs
    First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1964
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
    I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down
    And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
    But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said
    Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
    And I always carry a purse
    I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
    O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
    Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant
    I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
    I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
    And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits
    And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
    I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes
    I can hardly touch my knees
    And if the enemy came close to me
    I'd probably start to sneeze
    I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies
    but one thing you gotta see
    That someone's gotta go over there
    but that someone isn't me
    So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
    Yeah kill me a thousand or more
    And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
    Well I'll be the first to go



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    06-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Diuca
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    La Diuca
    Composer(s): Victor Jara
    Performer(s): Victor Jara



    Partimos para una fiesta
    en mi lleguita rosilla
    y le dije a mi negrita
    agarrate cata linda

    El perro de mi negrita
    traia la salagarda
    y para quedar tranquilo
    echamos el filtro al agua

    Dejamela diuca
    dejala que cante
    que no me la espanten
    dejala volar
    a mi pajarito le gusta cantar

    Traia pa cocinar
    una polluela gordita
    y a la sombrita de un arbol
    matamos la gallina

    Pasamos el tinguiririca
    pasamos el tinguiriraca
    yo con mi negrita arriba
    dale dale a la guaraca

    Dejamela diuca
    dejala que cante
    que no me la espanten
    dejala volar
    a mi pajarito le gusta cantar

    Y para cortar camino
    tomamos camino de tierra
    de tanto polvo que echamos
    dejamos la polvareda

    Para toda la compaña
    oguollito de yerba seca
    se le va a morir de frio
    si tiene la diuca afuera

    Dejamela diuca
    dejala que cante
    que no me la espanten
    dejala volar
    a mi pajarito le gusta cantar



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dr. Robert F. Thomas
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    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton



    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    May his name forever stand
    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    Was a mighty, mighty man
    And he enriched the lives
    Of everyone that ever knew him
    And in my song I hope to sing
    Some of the praise that's due him

    Dr. Thomas was a man
    The Lord must have appointed
    To live among us mountain folks
    In eastern Tennessee
    And he delivered more than half
    The babies in those mountains
    Among those babies
    He delivered me

    There was no way to drive along
    The roads back in those mountains
    But Dr. Thomas got there
    Just the same
    He often rode on horseback
    To get where he was needed
    But if he had to walk
    He always came

    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    May his name forever stand
    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    Was a mighty, mighty man
    And he enriched the lives
    Of everyone that ever knew him
    And in my song I hope to sing
    Some of the praise that's due him

    Dr. Thomas was a friend
    A neighbor and a doctor
    Though he seldom got a dime
    For all he'd done
    And I remember lots of times
    We sent for Dr. Thomas
    But I don't recall a time
    He didn't come

    They say a man is judged
    By the deeds he does while livin'
    A judgement when he stands
    Before the Lord
    And I know heaven holds a place
    For men like Dr. Thomas
    And I know that he'll receive
    His just reward

    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    May his name forever stand
    Dr. Robert F. Thomas
    Was a mighty, mighty man
    And he enriched the lives
    Of everyone that ever knew him
    And in my song I hope to sing
    Some of the praise that's due him



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    05-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Dispute
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    La Dispute
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Un mot amène un autre
    Et d'un incident futile
    On fait une énorme faute
    Qui met l'amour en péril
    Tout nous remonte en mémoire
    Le ton monte jusqu'au cri
    Et de très vieilles histoires
    Reviennent sur le tapis
    Aveuglé par la colère
    Ne pouvant se tenir
    Chacun pleure sa misère
    Chacun se dit un martyr
    Et les choses s'enveniment
    Nul ne veut faire un effort
    Les deux se disant victimes
    Hurlent de plus en plus fort
    Quand soudain les larmes perlent
    On se mouche bruyamment
    Et l'on repart de plus belle
    Les yeux injectés de sang

    La dispute, la dispute
    Atteint des points culminants

    C'est la guerre, c'est la haine
    Les mots portent des coups bas
    Et vole la porcelaine
    Et crie le voisin de en-bas
    On marche de long en large
    Prenant un plaisir malin
    A commencer le partage
    De tout ce qui nous revient

    Au sommet de cette crise
    En s'évitant du regard
    On aligne ses valises
    En vue de ce grand départ
    Mais qu'il parle ou bien qu'il reste
    Chacun veut, c'est évident
    Le cadeau de l'oncle Ernest
    Le chien et l'appartement
    Affolés à bout de forces
    De vaisselle et d'arguments
    On ne voit que le divorce
    Pour régler le différent

    La dispute, la dispute
    Soudain fait grincer des dents

    Les assaillants face à face
    S'inventent mille défauts
    J'en oublie et puis j'en passe
    Des reproches et des mots
    Le jour peu à peu décline
    Et les forces en même temps
    les adversaires ruminent
    Boudent silencieusement
    Pour être enfin raisonnables
    Et se quitter en bons amis
    Les ennemis passent à table
    Manger de bon appétit
    N'ayant plus rien à se dire
    Tête basse on reste là
    Puis on baille et se retire
    Et se glisse dans les draps
    Dans le noir les doigts se touchent
    Et les mots sont superflus
    Ses lèvres trouvent sa bouche
    Et l'amour prend le dessus

    La dispute, la dispute
    Tout à coup a disparu



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dr. Love (Tina Charles)
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    Dr. Love
    Composer(s): Appaiah Biddu Performer(s): Tina Charles



    Callin' callin' Doctor Love Callin' callin' Doctor Love Mamma shouldn't 'a' called you To come and treat me good For the reason for my fever she never understood But I've always had a weakness for a man in uniform And when you took my heart beats boy you turned me or You said that I was better And nothing was the matter with me. Doctor Love please come running Can't you see I'm in pain You've broken my heart and you should be ashamed Doctor Love please come running Can't you see I'm in pain My pulse is getting weaker please come back again Temperature is rising So you bring round a bottle of pills But doctor can't you see it's my heart that's really ill So put away your medicine and your special therapy 'Cos the reason for my fever is very fond of me You said that I was better And nothing was the matter with me Doctor Love please come running...



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    04-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Dicha Mia
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    La Dicha Mia
    Composer(s): Johnny Pacheco
    Performer(s): Celia Cruz
    and multiple other artists



    Lucky me, to perform in Havana
    And there, I became a singer of songs
    They led me to the great Mamboleros
    In all of Cuba, the toast of the town

    Singing at the Tropicana
    My fantasies finally came true
    Imagine, going to New York
    Seeing the great ones, in my heart untold

    We saw Arsenio with his swinging band
    And Señor Rodríguez, that magical man
    I took this earthquake to El Barrio
    Got hugs and kisses from mi gente

    Lucky me, I saw my Tito
    Ay Dios Mío, El Excelente
    Listening to my Machito, dancing, drinking vino
    Machito was for us El Count Basie Latino

    Made it up to the Palladium
    It didn't disappoint at all
    At the ball, with Tito Puento
    Tito Puento the king of them all

    With Tito Puente, you'd be so glad to dance
    El rey Tito Puente created a trance
    When Tito finished playing
    How could anything feel so low

    Surprise came Tito Rodríguez
    With his conjunto, to top it all
    Better two Titos, than only one
    Better for dancing, and also for fun

    El Señor Me Dio La Dicho de grabar
    Con Tito Puente Y Cantar Con Tito Rodríguez
    (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor)
    Ven A Gozar Con La Dicha, A Gozar Con La Dicha
    (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor)

    (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor)
    Ay Yo Le Canto a Yemaya a Oshun y a Obatala
    (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor)
    Y Al Que Dios Se Lo Dio San Pedro Se Lo Bendiga

    La Dicha Mia me la dio El Señor



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Dr. Love (First Choice)
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    Dr. Love
    Composer(s): Allan Felder - Norman Harris - R. Tyson
    Performer(s): First Choice



    He's got the potion and emotion
    When I'm feeling low, when my love starts to glow
    He's got the power every hour
    He's the reason why my face is all aglow
    Just one kissin' his lips as I'm taking Vitamin C
    Oh you can imagine what the doctor does to me

    Doctor Love, he can kill my every pain
    He can make me well again
    Doctor Love, he ain't got no competition
    Only he writes smart prescription
    Doctor Love, Doctor Love, hu... Doctor Love

    I needed a major operation
    Never thought that I'd survive from my broken heart
    He took me in anticipation
    You better believe, he knew where to start
    There's no need for me to need an apple everyday
    Oh, he saw enough in me to take the pain away

    Dr. Love, he don't need no office life
    'Cause he operates at night
    Dr. Love, what he does is keep me well
    What he does I'll never tell
    Dr. Love, sweet Dr. Love
    Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love
    He ain't got no competition



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    03-10-2003
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. La Dicha Del Amor
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    La Dicha Del Amor
    ((Adapted from: L'amour En Héritage (by Nana Mouskouri) - 1984))
    Composer(s): Vladimir Cosma - - Pierre Delanoë - Andreu
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1984 - Only Love (by Nana Mouskouri)
    1985 - Aber Die Liebe Bleibt (by Nana Mouskouri)
    1985 - Come Un'eredità (by Nana Mouskouri)
    1986 - Liefde Alleen (by Liliane Saint-Pierre)
    1986 - Rakkaus (by Lea Laven)
    1986 - Najljepši Poklon Tvoj (by Tereza)



    Encontré la dicha del amor
    Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó
    El azar y la locura van
    Juntos y más allá
    Cruzando el mar y el tiempo
    Si escribí, páginas que borré
    Algo que para mi se fué
    Nada habrá que me haga recordar
    Porque puede más la dicha del amor

    Y si mi vida ahora es amarte
    Y mis caminos son felicidad
    Soy como un pájaro alegre que vuela
    Como un niño feliz

    Encontré la dicha del amor
    Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó
    El azar y la locura van
    Juntos y más allá
    Cruzando el mar y el tiempo
    Escribí, páginas que borré
    Todo lo que viví, olvidé
    Va no hay lluvias ni temporal
    Porque puede más la dicha del amor

    Encontré la dicha del amor
    Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó
    El azar y la locura van
    Juntos y más allá
    Cruzando el mar y el tiempo
    Escribí, páginas que borré
    Todo lo que viví, olvidé
    Va no hay lluvias ni temporal
    Porque puede más la dicha del amor



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Dr. Livingstone, I Presume
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    Dr. Livingstone, I Presume
    Composer(s): Ray Thomas
    Performer(s): The Moody Blues



    Doctor Livingston, I presume
    Stepping out of the jungle gloom
    Into the midday sun
    What did you find there?
    Did you stand awhile and stare?
    Did you meet anyone?

    "I've seen butterflies galore
    I've seen people big and small
    I've still not found what I'm looking for"

    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone

    Captain Scott, you were so bold
    Now you're looking rather cold
    Out there in the snow
    What did you find there?
    Did you stand awhile and stare?
    Did you meet anyone?

    "I've seen polar bears and seals
    I've seen giant Antarctic eels
    I've still not found what I'm looking for"

    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone

    Columbus, where are you bound?
    So you think the world is round
    Sailed off in the blue
    What did you find there?
    Did you stand awhile and stare?
    Did you meet anyone?

    "There are Indians by the score
    In many places that I saw
    I've still not found what I'm looking for"

    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone
    We're all looking for someone



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