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  • 24-12-2004
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    L'adresse Du Bonheur
    Composer(s): Henri Gougaud - Jean Ferrat
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Le jour ouvre un oeil froid un arbre échevelé
    Emerge de la brume en ébrouant ses branches
    Les trottoirs de Paris rechaussent leurs souliers
    On rêve encore un peu d'une aube toute blanche
    Les gares grises s'ouvrent aux regards exilés

    Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

    Je sors les yeux gonflés d'un rêve éblouissant
    Sur la rumeur du monde à peine je surnage
    J'étais dans les nuées je descends je descends
    Un transistor me crache une bordée d'orages
    Dans mon regard se noient des millions de passants

    Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

    J'aimerais me saouler d'une goulée d'air pur
    Droit sous des palmeraies que le soleil parfume
    Boire loin de Paris l'alcool de l'aventure
    Là-bas dans l'or du sable et l'argent de l'écume
    Là-bas tellement loin qu'on dirait le futur

    Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

    Je marche malgré l'ordre et le poids du travail
    Et je vis midi sonne aux clochers des usines
    Hors des chemins battus je cherche mon bercail
    L'enfant-fraternité dans les rues sans vitrines
    Court tout illuminé d'un rire de corail

    Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur
    Enfant
    Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballade De Melody Nelson
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    Ballade De Melody Nelson ((English Versions: The Ballad Of Melody Nelson (by Mick Harvey & Anita Lane) - 1995; The Ballad Of Melody Nelson (by Placebo) - 2003)) Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Jean-Claude Vannier First release by: Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists



    Ça c'est l'histoire
    De Melody Nelson
    Qu'à part moi-même personne
    N'a jamais pris dans ses bras
    Ça vous étonne
    Mais c'est comme ça

    Elle avait de l'amour
    Pauvre Melody Nelson
    Ouais, elle en avait des tonnes
    Mais ses jours étaient comptés
    Quatorze automnes
    Et quinze étés

    Un petit animal
    Que cette Melody Nelson
    Une adorable garçonne
    Et si délicieuse enfant
    Que je n'ai con-
    Nue qu'un instant

    Oh! Ma Melody
    Ma Melody Nelson
    Aimable petite conne
    Tu étais la condition
    Sine qua non
    De ma raison



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    23-12-2004
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    L'adolescente
    Composer(s): Jeanne Moreau - P. Sarde
    Performer(s): Jeanne Moreau & Yves Duteil



    Jeanne Moreau:
    Dis, où est l'amour
    Le grand amour
    Que j'attendais?
    Est-il, dans une ville
    Ou dans une île
    Qu'on a perdu?

    Yves Duteil:
    Il est dans le berceau des destins
    À la croisée des chemins
    Sous les rameaux de jasmins
    Dans la chaleur de l'été
    Caché dans le creux des mains
    Tout près de la vérité

    Jeanne Moreau:
    Dis, c'est quoi l'amour
    Le grand amour
    Que j'attendais?
    Est-il un oiseau fou
    Un chien, un loup
    Qui s'est perdu?

    Yves Duteil:
    Il est un voyageur étranger
    Un solitaire messager
    Qui vient pour tout déranger
    Dans la chaleur de l'été
    Il est la peur du berger
    Qui garde la vérité

    Jeanne Moreau:
    Dis, qui est l'amour
    Le grand amour
    Que j'attendais?
    Est-il fort comme le vent
    Blond comme le temps
    Le temps perdu?

    Yves Duteil:
    Il est, comme le trajet de la fronde
    Comme la course du monde
    La mélodie de la ronde
    Dans la chaleur de l'été
    Comme les fleurs qui abondent
    Tout près de la vérité

    Jeanne Moreau:
    Oui, c'est toi l'amour
    Le grand amour
    Que j'attendais
    Tu es l'ange, le fou
    L'oiseau, le loup
    Jamais perdu



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballade Comestible
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    Ballade Comestible Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc



    J'crois bien que j'l'ai dans l'dos Une heure que j'fais l'poireau Les cent pas sur la berge Attendant cette asperge Asperge, asperge Déjà dix heures tout rond À l'aiguille de mon oignon Mon oignon J'avais d'autres candidates J'en ai gros sur la patate Moi qui m'suis fait tout beau Elle m'court sur l'haricot Haricot, haricot Mais si elle vient pas du tout Demain j'lui rentre dans le chou Dans le chou On d'vait aller au théâtre Balancer des tomates Et après au ciné On s'rait tapé un navet Un navet, navet Si j'la vois j'lui dirai tu Peux être fière de toi, l'es-tu L'es-tu? Si comme ça, j'vais solo Dépenser mon artiche au Café écluser au bar Les pastis et les pinards Les pinards



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    22-12-2004
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    Ladies Of The Road
    Composer(s): Peter Sinfield - Robert Fripp
    Performer(s): King Crimson



    A flower lady's daughter
    As sweet as holy water
    Said: "I'm the school reporter
    Please teach me", well I taught her

    Two fingered levi'd sister
    Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her
    Said, "I'm a male resister"
    I smiled and just unzipped her

    High diving chinese trender
    Black hair and black suspender
    Said, "Please me no surrender
    Just love to feel your Fender"

    All of you know that the girls of the road
    Are like apples you stole in your youth
    All of you know that the girls of the road
    Been around but are versed in the truth

    Stone-headed Frisco spacer
    Ate all the meat I gave her
    Said would I like to taste hers
    And even craved the flavour

    "Like marron-glaced fish bones
    Oh lady hit the road!"

    All of you know that the girls of the road
    Are like apples you stole in your youth
    All of you know that the girls of the road
    Been around but are versed in the truth



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballade À Temps Perdu
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    Ballade À Temps Perdu Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Armand Canfora - Michel Jourdan Performer(s): Dalida



    Quelqu'un peut-il me dire
    Si un cœur mal aimé
    Voit un jour ses blessures
    Se fermer à jamais

    Est-ce qu'un jour l'espoir
    Nous revient tôt ou tard
    Quand on est seul perdu
    Dans un monde inconnu

    L'amour ne sourit jamais plus
    Dans ma ballade à temps perd

    Quelqu'un peut-il compter
    Les pleurs de la rosée
    Avant que le soleil
    Ne vienne tout sécher

    Les pleurs de la rosée
    Ne s'attardent jamais
    Tout pareil au bonheur
    Qui vivait dans mon cœur

    L'amour ne sourit jamais plus
    Dans ma ballade à temps perdu

    On ne saura jamais
    Si un cœur mal aimé
    Voit un jour ses blessures
    Se fermer à jamais

    Mais je sais que je t'aime
    Toi qui n'a pas de nom
    Toi qui force ma peine
    A faire une chanson

    Mon cœur ne battait presque plus
    Dans ma ballade à temps perdu
    Mais j'aime un amour inconnu
    Dans ma ballade à cœur perdu



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    21-12-2004
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    Ladies Of The Chorus
    Composer(s): Irving Berlin
    Performer(s): Alan Hale



    Ladies of the chorus
    That's what we are, it appears
    We were inducted and we took a vow
    We joined the Army, but look at us now
    We're ladies of the chorus
    Don't we look lovely, my dears
    In corsets and dresses
    And cute golden tresses
    To hide the dirt behind our ears

    I was a plumber
    I quit work last summer
    My number come up at the start

    I was a printer
    I quit work last winter
    They okayed my lungs and my heart

    I was a farmer
    Potato embalmer
    They took me away from the plow

    I was a packer
    I chewed plug 'terbaccer'
    I wish I had some of it now

    Oh, now we're in the chorus
    Dressed up in girdles that squeeze
    We're here to romance with
    To sing and to dance with
    A bunch of nerdy guys like these

    Guys: Pardon me, but aren't you the country maiden?
    Gals: Pardon me, but aren't you the city chap?

    Guys:
    Cuddle closer, won't you please
    I'm about to take a squeeze

    Gals: If you do then I will give your face a slap

    Guys:
    I would love to take you home to meet my mother
    I would like to meet my mother, but I can't
    She will treat you like a queen

    Gals: But I'm Only Seventeen
    Guys: If you are seventeen, then so's my aunt

    Gals: Hi-ho! I want you to behave
    Guys: Hi-ho! I think you need a shave

    Gals: Do you think that you can get me into pictures?
    Guys: If you're nice to me I'll get you on the screen
    Gals: How about a movie test?
    Guys: Not with hair upon your chest
    Gals: And now it's time to dance but keep it clean



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballade À La Lune
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    Ballade À La Lune Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    C'était, dans la nuit brune
    Sur un clocher jauni
    La lune
    Comme un point sur un "i"

    Lune, quel esprit sombre
    Promène au bout d'un fil
    Dans l'ombre
    Ta face et ton profil?

    Es-tu l'œil du ciel borgne?
    Quel chérubin cafard
    Nous lorgne
    Sous ton masque blafard?

    Est-ce un ver qui te ronge
    Quand ton disque noirci
    S'allonge
    En croissant rétréci?

    Es-tu, je t'en soupçonne
    Le vieux cadran de fer
    Qui sonne
    L'heure aux damnés d'enfer?

    Sur ton front qui voyage
    Ce soir ont-ils compté
    Quel âge
    À leur éternité?

    Qui t'avait éborgnée
    L'autre nuit? T'étais-tu
    Cognée
    Contre un arbre pointu?

    Car tu vins, pâle et morne
    Coller sur mes carreaux
    Ta corne
    À travers les barreaux

    Lune, en notre mémoire
    De tes belles amours
    L'histoire
    T'embellira toujours

    Et toujours rajeunie
    Tu seras du passant
    Bénie
    Pleine lune ou croissant

    Et qu'il vente ou qu'il neige
    Moi-même, chaque soir
    Que fais-je
    Venant ici m'asseoir?

    Je viens voir à la brune
    Sur le clocher jauni
    La lune
    Comme un point sur un "i"

    Je viens voir à la brune
    Sur le clocher jauni
    La lune
    Comme un point sur un "i"



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    20-12-2004
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    Ladies Of The Canyon
    Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
    First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1970
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Trina wears her wampum beads
    She fills her drawing book with line
    Sewing lace on widows' weeds
    And filigree on leaf and vine
    Vine and leaf are filigree
    And her coat's a secondhand one
    Trimmed with antique luxury
    She is a lady of the canyon

    Annie sits you down to eat
    She always makes you welcome in
    Cats and babies 'round her feet
    And all are fat and none are thin
    None are thin and all are fat
    She may bake some brownies today
    Saying, you are welcome back
    She is another canyon lady

    Estrella circus girl
    Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
    Songs like tiny hammers hurled
    At beveled mirrors in empty halls
    Empty halls and beveled mirrors
    Sailing seas and climbing banyans
    Come out for a visit here
    To be a lady of the canyon

    Trina takes her paints and her threads
    And she weaves a pattern all her own
    Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
    And she gathers flowers for her home
    For her home she gathers flowers
    And Estrella, dear companion
    Colors up the sunshine hours
    Pouring music down the canyon
    Coloring the sunshine hours
    They are the ladies of the canyon



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Om Censuren
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    Ballad Om Censuren
    Composer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk
    Performer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk



    För erotikens faror bevare barnen små
    som inte har en aning om hur illa det kan gå
    Nej, låt dom hoppa hage och leka militär
    och skjuta på varandra med leksaksgevär
    Låt barnen kriga lugnt och snällt
    så glömmer dom allt sexuellt
    som hotar dom från alla håll
    Och nog är det väl tur
    att vi här i landet har ordning och censur
    I Sodom och Gomorra var disciplinen svag
    och den som kritiserade blev hängd samma dag
    Poliserna var busar, borgmästarn en kanalj
    och den som drack mest öl och brännvin, fick guldmedalj
    Moralen var det uselt med
    för tiden hade gått ur led
    Det syndades båd' natt och dag, i ur som i skur
    I Sodom och Gomorra fanns det ingen censur

    Ivan den förskräcklige han var en märklig man
    Han gjorde som han ville
    Gör om det om ni kan!
    Han hade vilda vanor
    Han ställde höga krav
    På dem som kritiserade höggs huvudet av
    Och ingen tordes göra nåt
    för Ivan kunde höra nåt
    Och han var inte god att tas med, när han blev sur
    Ivan den förskräcklige var svag för censur

    Damer utan kläder ska man inte titta på
    Fy skäms på sig, medborgare, som tittar ändå!
    Det är onaturligt att se en kvinna bar
    Det kan man bli förstörd av, den saken är klar
    Hon skulle haft på sig något lätt
    och dansat klassisk rysk balett
    Då hade det varit konst och befrämjat vår kultur
    Det här är väl ingen konst: Censur! Censur!

    Kanhända att ni anser att sådant inte stör
    men lita på kritiken, den vet vad den gör
    Dom ser vad som är bra och tillåtet för publik
    Dom ser vad som är dåligt och skriver kritik
    Medborgare, så fort ni ser
    att något omoraliskt sker
    eller ni får syn på nåt som inte är kultur
    Vänd blicken bort och blunda och skrik på censur!



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    19-12-2004
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    La-Di-Da-Di
    ((Adapted from: Sukiyaki (by Kyu Sakamoto) - 1961))
    Composer(s): Hachidai Nakamura - Rokusuke Ei - Doug E. Fresh - Slick Rick
    Performer(s): Doug E. Fresh & M.C. Ricky D - 1985

    Titles In Other Languages:
    1963 - Sukiyaki (by Otto Brandenburg)
    1980 - Sukiyaki (by A Taste Of Honey)
    1993 - Lodi Dodi (by Snoop Doggy Dogg)



    Slick Rick:
    OK, party people in the house
    You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before
    Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh
    And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D
    And that's me in the place to be
    And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kickin' live, alright
    Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um
    you're all sick of all these crap rappers
    Bitin' their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers
    But when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here
    There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah
    But let's impress which we prove
    And ya all will realize that we are the move
    So listen close so you all don't miss
    As we go a little somethin' like this
    Hit it

    Ah yeah
    You know what

    La-Di-Da-Di
    La-Di-Da-Di
    La-Di
    La-Di

    You know what, yo peep this
    La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party
    We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're
    Just some men thats on the mic
    And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right
    For all of y'all keepin y'all in health
    Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself
    'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning
    That we create, 'cause that's our mission
    So listen to what we say
    Because this type of shit, it happens everyday
    I woke up around ten o' clock in the mornin'
    I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawnin'
    Went to the bathroom to wash up
    Had some soap on my face and my hand up on a cup
    I said, um, mirror mirror on the wall
    Who is the top choice of them all
    There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
    The mirror said you are you conceited bastard

    Well that's true, thats why we never have no beef
    So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
    Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale
    And then I got the files for my fingernails
    Chewed through the night and on my behalf
    I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
    Clean, dry was my body and hair
    I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear
    For all the girls I might take home
    I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne
    Fresh dressed like a million bucks
    Threw on the bally shoes and the fly green socks
    Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no
    I went back in, I forgot my kangol
    And then I dilly (dallied)
    I ran though a (alley)
    I bumped into my homegirl (Sally)
    From the (valley)
    This is the girl plays hard to get so I said
    Whats wrong 'cause she looked upset, she said
    It's all because of you I'm feelin' sad and blue
    You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days
    I love you so, how much you'll never know
    'Cause you took your love away from me
    Now what was I to do, she's cryin' over me
    And she was feelin' blue
    I said, um, don't cry, dry your eye
    Here comes your mother with those two little guys
    Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi
    Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye
    Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
    Slammed the child on the hard concrete
    The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
    Something was wrong, I said what is goin' on
    I tried to break it up, I said stop it, leave her
    She said, if I can't have you, she can't either
    She grabbed me closely by my socks
    So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
    She gave chase; she caught up quick
    She put a finger in the face of MC Rick
    She said why don't you give me a play
    So we can go cruisin' in my oj
    And if you give me that OK
    I'll give you all my love today
    Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see
    Somehow your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your jazzy ways, oh
    MC Rick my love is here to stay
    And on and on and on she kept on
    The bitch been around before my mother's born
    I said cheer up, I gave her a kiss
    I said you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss
    She says no you're not, then she starts cryin'
    I says I'm nineteen, she said stop lyin'
    I says I am, go ask my mother
    And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover
    To the tick tock ya don't stop
    To the tick tick ya don't quit, hit it ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Of Thunder Road
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    Ballad Of Thunder Road Composer(s): Robert Mitchum - Don Raye First release by: Robert Mitchum - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists



    Let me tell the story, I can tell it all About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town The revenoors chased him but they couldn’t run him down Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode He'd go by like they were standin’ still on Thunder Road And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four A Federal man sent word he’d better make his run no more He said two hundred agents were coverin’ the state Whichever road he tried to take, they’d get him sure as fate Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you’re all tuned up and gassed Now, don’t take any chances, if you can’t get through I’d rather have you back again than all that mountain dew And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first Roarin’ out of Harlan, revvin’ up his mill He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike He left the road at 90; that’s all there is to say The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day



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    18-12-2004
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. L'addition
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    L'addition
    Composer(s): J.L. Dabadie - Michel Legrand
    Performer(s): Yves Montand



    Des jours heureux, une colombe
    Des soirs qui tombent, un regard bleu
    Plus un sanglot, plus un violon
    La vie et tout ce temps cassé
    Que l'on appelle le passé

    Plus l'avenir en dix leçons
    De nos prophètes bénévoles
    Plus une bombe sur une école
    Et les oiseaux qui chantent après
    L'avion ne l'a pas fait exprès

    Plus les amis dans la maison
    Moins ceux qui pour toujours s'en vont
    Les enfants sont déjà devant
    Ôté de nous, ôté de moi
    Il ne nous reste pas beaucoup

    Plus les combats, le cœur qui bat
    Les défaites souvent secrètes
    Et tous les doutes qu' on redoute
    Mas quand on a perdu le nôtre
    Il y a encore l'espoir des autres

    Multiplié par les idées
    Divisé par tous les mots d'ordre
    Certains finissent par confondre
    Certains ne peuvent pas répondre
    Bouche sans cri au bout d'une corde

    Et plus la pluie et le bon temps
    Et l' herbe qui pousse entre-temps
    Plus tous les désobéissants
    Qui ne veulent plus se mettre en rang
    Les enfants sont déjà devant

    Moins ceux qui sont encore à naître
    Plus l' inconnu dans la fenêtre
    Et plus l' amour de quelques-uns
    Et plus ou moins de quelques-unes
    Je pose tout, je retiens une

    Égale...
    Égale un homme en équilibre
    Sur trois vers
    De Prévert
    Mais ce sont des vers libres



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Of The War Wagon
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    Ballad Of The War Wagon Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Ned Washington Performer(s): Ed Ames



    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
    Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

    Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
    Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
    My piece of land, my cattle brand
    A place to rest my head
    A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'

    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?

    Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
    Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
    But wrong or right I have to fight
    'Cause when the truth is told
    All men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold

    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
    Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
    Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

    Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
    Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
    My piece of land, my cattle brand
    A place to rest my head
    A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'

    Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?

    Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
    Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
    But wrong or right I have to fight
    'Cause when the truth is told
    All men are fightin' for a
    Strugglin' for a
    Searchin' for a
    Strivin' for a
    Wagon full of gold!
    Full of gold!



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    17-12-2004
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    L'acteur
    Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    Tu ris tu pleures
    mais tu as peur
    tout brûle en toi
    mais tu as froid
    tu ne dis rien
    mais tu as faim
    ton rire est faux
    comme un sanglot
    mauvais acteur
    sans spectateur
    tu fais le beau
    sans un bravo
    tu joues la vie
    en tragédie
    mais on se lasse
    de tes grimaces

    comme un pantin
    tu tournes en vain
    tu cherches encore
    de quoi briller
    dans le décor de tes regrets

    que cherches-tu
    pauvre ingénu
    n'entends-tu pas
    qu'on rit de toi
    tu parles haut
    mais à quoi bon
    c'est ton écho
    qui te répond
    comme un pantin
    tu tournes en vain
    sous la couronne
    des illusions
    tu n'es qu'un homme
    à l'abandon

    rideaux tirés
    masque jeté
    la salle est vide
    ton cœur se ride
    pourquoi tricher
    pourquoi mentir
    pourquoi chercher
    à t'éblouir
    mauvais acteur
    sans spectateur
    on y a cru
    on n'y croit plus
    tu parles fort
    mais à quoi bon
    voici la mort
    qui te répond
    qui te répond
    qui te répond qui te répond



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Of The Illinois Opry
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    Ballad Of The Illinois Opry
    Composer(s): Kevin Cronin
    Performer(s): REO Speedwagon



    Found myself heading down toward Springfield
    The last sign said it was twelve miles west
    It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield
    But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets

    The morning I arrived was Lincoln's birthday
    So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
    I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag
    I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom

    Now I don't want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois
    Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years
    Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight
    And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears

    And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
    The people in the country certainly know how to play
    It may be a while before I'm ready
    But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday

    I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin'
    I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel
    But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music
    I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel

    There's a lot of people who have taken years of lessons
    Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend
    But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin' special
    And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them

    And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
    The people in the country certainly know how to play
    It maybe a while before I'm ready
    But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday



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    16-12-2004
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Lacrima E Pioggia
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    Lacrima E Pioggia
    ((English, French, & German Versions: Rain And Tears (by Aphrodite's Child);
    Quelques Larmes De Pluie (by Dalida); Regenzeit-Tränenleid (by Dalida))
    Composer(s): Pallavincini - Pachelbel - E. Papathanassieu - Boris Bergman
    Performer(s): Dalida



    Piangi e tu, dici che
    Non é, non è
    Che pioggia su di te
    Io lo so, so come sei
    E mai, e mai io crederti potrò

    Già troppe volte ormai
    Han pianto gli occhi tuoi

    Piangi e tu, dici che
    Non è, non è
    Che pioggia su di te

    Già troppe volte ormai
    Han pianto gli occhi tuoi

    Piangi e tu dici che
    Non è non è
    Che pioggia su di te
    Piangi e tu non lo sai
    Che ma che mai
    Lasciarti io potrei
    Piova o no, se vorrai
    Negli occhi tuoi
    Il sole porterò



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Of The Green Berets
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    Ballad Of The Green Berets Composer(s): Barry Sadler - Robert Moore Performer(s): Barry Sadler and multiple other artists



    Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request "Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret"



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    15-12-2004
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    Lace Covered Window
    Performer(s): The Tidbits; The Small Faces



    When you walk through the world all alone
    And your dreams went to ashes behind you
    Then the tears in your eyes will remind you
    Of a view through a lace covered window

    Nothing seems very clear anymore
    In your world everything is uncertain
    How you wish you could pull back the curtain
    Just to see through that lace covered window
    See the world through that lace covered window

    (But you'll never know just what life has in store)
    (What's waiting there to greet you)
    (So pull back the curtain and maybe once more)
    (True love is there to meet you)

    So you'll walk side by side through the world
    No more times full of darkness and sorrow
    Every day is a bright new tomorrow
    When you go through that lace covered window

    Every day is a bright new tomorrow
    When you go through that lace covered window
    Let the sun through that lace covered window



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
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    Ballad Of The Chrome Nun Composer(s): David Freiberg - Grace Slick Performer(s): Paul Kantner & Grace Slick



    Look in the mirror you're lookin' guilty
    Did the devil just give you the nod
    You may be thinking you're funny lookin'
    Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd
    But think about it think about it
    If you were funny enough
    You could play great god

    And I would fall down on my knees to you
    Fall down flat on my face
    I don't have to ask you where you're going
    I just sit here laughing & I watch the race

    Nobody needs to baptize me
    Anytime I laugh I got religion
    Cross my forehead cross my knees
    I'll take any good sign I'm a clay pigeon
    Nobody needs to baptize me
    Anytime I laugh I got religion
    And I fall down on my knees to you
    I fall down flat on my face



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