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  • 12-06-2005
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    Language Of Love
    Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
    Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



    She says no
    When she means yes
    And what she wants, you know that I can't guess
    When we want more, you know we ask for less
    Such is the language of love....

    I say leave
    When I mean stay
    But she don't see and so she moves away
    What we really want, you know we rarely say
    Such is the language of love

    It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye
    We hide our hearts & then we won't say why
    It's truth for truth & lie for lie
    Such is the language of love

    One cries foul
    And will not speak
    The other claims a little victory
    And all the time
    You know we fail to see
    This is the language of love

    When a love begins to wander
    No one ever knows
    But we feel it deep inside us
    Long before it shows
    Long before it shows

    We hem & haw
    We balk & bluff
    Our words don't ever seem to say enough
    But a simple smile
    A tender touch
    Speaks the true language of love



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beat Surrender
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    Beat Surrender Composer(s): Paul Weller Performer(s): The Jam



    Beat surrender
    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender
    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender

    All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch)
    All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)

    And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
    That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names

    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender
    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender

    All the things that I shout about (but never act upon)
    All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long)
    My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
    The dignified don't even enter in the game

    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender
    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender

    And if you feel there's no passion
    No quality sensation
    Seize the young determination
    Show the fakers you ain't fooling
    You'll see me come running
    To the sound of your strumming

    Fill my heart with joy and gladness
    I've lived too long in shadows of sadness

    My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
    The dignified don't even enter in the game

    Come on boy, come on girl
    Succumb to the beat surrender



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    11-06-2005
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    Längtan Till Italien
    Composer(s): Birger Sjöberg
    Performer(s): Bodil Heister



    Jag längtar till Italien, till Italiens sköna land
    där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
    där näktergalar drilla
    allt uti dalen stilla
    och snäckorna så röda, de lysa uppå sand

    Jag längtar till Italien, där palmerna de stå
    så doftande och höga med gröna blader på
    där gossen spelar luta
    invid sin flickas ruta
    när aftonstunden kommer med många stjärnor små

    Jag drömmer om Italien vid skymning i vår bod
    där kryddor sällsamt dofta bland lådor och bland lod
    Jag ser i mina drömmer
    de silvervita strömmar
    med tusende gondoler uppå den klara flod

    Jag tycker, att jag ser, hur i månens milda sken
    jag vrickar fram gondolen på böljan, klar och ren
    och hur i aktern sitter
    beglänst att stjärnans glitter
    en späd italienska med röst så ljus och len

    Hon sjunger om Italien, om Italiens sköna land
    där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
    där näktergalar drilla
    i dalen, mörk och stilla
    när solen sjunker ner bak Vesuvius'es rand



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
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    Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Eleanore Sheehy Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters and multiple other artists



    In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
    There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
    He can play piano any way that you like it
    But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
    When he plays, it's a ball
    He's the daddy of them all

    The people gather around when he gets on the stand
    Then when he plays, he gets a hand
    The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
    Nobody there bothers to dance
    But when he plays with the bass and guitar
    They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

    A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
    A-plunkin' on the keys
    A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
    A-riffin' out with ease
    And when he plays with the bass and guitar
    They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

    He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
    A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
    And we all know
    That when he plays he puts them all in a trance
    The cats all holler "Hooray"
    You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

    In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
    There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
    When he plays with the bass and guitar
    They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

    The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
    Then when he plays, he gets a hand
    The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
    Nobody there ever bothers to dance
    But when he plays with the bass and guitar
    They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

    A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
    A-plunkin' on the keys
    A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
    A-riffin' out with ease
    But when he plays with the bass and guitar
    They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"



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    10-06-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
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    L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
    Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



    Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
    Dans le creux de mes mains
    Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
    Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
    Écartez-vous fuyez cachez-vous
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    Je suis le bien le mal l'ange fou
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    J'ai à peine la terre sous les pieds
    Que j'ai envie de tuer
    Ceux qui pourraient en douter
    Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

    Les pyramides, les temples d'Angkor
    Hiroshima, Sodome et Gomorrhe

    Du pire au meilleur moi j'étais là
    J'étais là

    Vous habitez la planète bleue
    La plus aimée des dieux
    Et avec vous je suis heureux
    Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

    Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
    Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
    Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
    Dans le creux de mes mains
    Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
    Je suis le mercenaire des dieux



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    Beat It On Down The Line Composer(s): Jesse Fuller First release by: Jesse Fuller - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists



    Well this job I've got is just a little too hard
    Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay
    Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags
    I'm gonna beat it on down the line

    I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line
    Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
    Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
    Beat it on down the line

    Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by
    I'm going back where I belong
    I'm going back to that same old used-to-be
    Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

    Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
    Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
    Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
    Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

    Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track
    Uh huh, that's where I think I belong
    And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home

    Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
    Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
    Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
    That's where I'm gonna make my happy home



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    09-06-2005
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    L'âne
    Composer(s): Guy Thomas
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Il est au milieu d'la route
    Le stupide aliboron
    Il est là qui nous écoute
    Avec sa têt' de cochon
    Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque
    Il est guère accommodant
    Ah vraiment la tête à claques
    Ah l'âne de Buridan

    Il obstrue la voie publique
    Avec son vieux char-à-bancs
    Il comprend pas nos mimiques
    Nos solides arguments
    Il a rien dans la caboche
    Le baudet récalcitrant
    Il mérit'rait des taloches
    Il est pas intelligent

    Il aurait pu l'imbécile
    Provoquer des accidents
    Froisser nos automobiles
    Déranger les occupants
    Allons viens vite hue cocotte
    Par ici t'auras du son
    Il comprend pas la carotte
    Il comprend pas le bâton

    Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche
    Il a des plaies sur la peau
    Avec du sang pour les mouches
    Du pus pour les asticots
    Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale
    Ce serait pas rigolo
    Le stupide onocéphale
    Ah le maudit bourricot



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    Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984))
    Composer(s): Michael Jackson
    First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982
    Covered by multiple other artists



    They told him don't you ever come around here
    Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
    The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
    So beat it, just beat it

    You better run, you better do what you can
    Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
    You wanna be tough, better do what you can
    So beat it, but you wanna be bad

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
    Just beat it, beat it
    Just beat it, beat it
    Just beat it, beat it
    Just beat it, beat it

    They're out to get you, better leave while you can
    Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
    You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
    So beat it, just beat it

    You have to show them that you're really not scared
    You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
    They'll kick you, then they beat you,
    Then they'll tell you it's fair
    So beat it, but you wanna be bad

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
    Just beat it, beat it
    Beat it, beat it, beat it

    Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
    Just beat it, beat it
    Beat it, beat it, beat it

    Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
    It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

    Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
    No one wants to be defeated
    Just beat it, beat it
    Beat it, beat it, beat it



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    08-06-2005
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    L'âne
    Composer(s): Guy Béart
    Performer(s): Guy Béart



    Sur tes pattes, je dévale
    les sentiers dès le matin
    Bougre d'âne, je suis âne
    nous ne formons qu'un
    car je trime dès l'aurore
    et te fais trimer encore
    au lieu de me prélasser
    à l'ombre d'un figuier
    Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
    dans les sentiers de la vie
    je m'demande ...
    si je vais à quatre pattes
    et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne
    Bougre, bougre de veinard?
    La la la ...

    Quand tu bouges les oreilles
    l'abeille qui te surveille
    s'envole de toi
    et vient se poser sur mon nez
    J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère
    C'est pas ça qui m'désespère
    mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles
    longues comme toi
    Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
    sous le soleil de midi
    je m'demande ...
    si l'abeille t'aime ou bien
    si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne
    Bougre, bougre de veinard!
    La la la ...

    Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames
    l'amour, la fin de ton âme
    la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han
    Ta voix n'est pas délectable
    mais nous mangeons à la même table
    et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon
    Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
    sous les étoiles de la nuit
    je m'demande ...
    si la course au paradis
    sera gagnée par toi ou moi
    ou nous à la fois, mon âne
    Bougre, bougre de veinard!
    La la la ...



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    Beat Girl Composer(s): John Barry First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961 Covered by multiple other artists



    She's nearly always here Digs all the modern gear Cool like a lager beer Beat Girl Tries anything for kicks Lose her with the swinging hips Makes with the pretty lips Beat Girl "That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox Long black stockings and no make-up Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something" Clouds on the chicken run Goes but it ain't no fun Not 'less you doin' a ton Beat Girl Drives in an old sedan Tries all the way she can Jives like the crazy man Beat Girl



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    07-06-2005
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    Landslide
    Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
    First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1975
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I took my love, I took it down
    Climbed a mountain and I turned around
    I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
    'Till the landslide brought me down

    Oh, mirror in the sky
    What is love
    Can the child within my heart rise above
    Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
    Can I handle the seasons of my life

    Well, I've been afraid of changing
    'Cause I've built my life around you
    But time makes you get bolder
    Even children get older
    And I'm getting older too

    Oh, take my love, take it down
    Climb a mountain and turn around
    If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
    Well the landslide will bring it down

    If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
    Well the landslide will bring it down



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beat Crazy
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    Beat Crazy
    Composer(s): Joe Jackson
    Performer(s): Joe Jackson



    Kids today - they're all the same
    All call themselves - some crazy name
    All those drugs - they can't be sane
    All that noise - affects their brains
    And it's such a crime
    How they waste their time
    They can't get nowwhere
    They've all gone Beat Crazy
    Beat Crazy
    They say the world - is in a mess
    But they can talk - the way they dress
    Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers
    With safety pins - stuck through their ears
    And it's such a crime
    How they waste their time
    They can't get nowwhere
    They've all gone Beat Crazy
    Beat Crazy
    And if the Russians ever come
    They'll all be beating bongo drums
    So who'll defend - in World War III
    Where could we turn - where would they be
    And it's such a crime
    How they waste their time
    They can't get nowwhere
    They've all gone Beat Crazy
    Beat Crazy



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    06-06-2005
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    Landscape
    Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
    Performer(s): Shawn Phillips



    Level upon level of wash and stone
    Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone
    A forced-up smile when casting your eyes
    Insanity reigns on streets of no size
    High crumbling walls of stones that have seen
    The rigors of war and have never been cleaned
    A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all
    While an old woman works in a garden with trowel
    Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time
    Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime
    A miniature red castle in black craggy pass
    Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass
    The top of a mountain cut off by the mist
    And a white serene temple in space does exist
    The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike
    The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe
    A truck is forced off as big as a house
    While dawdling along like a little green mouse
    A long sweeping view expounds my belief
    And clear restless water with an absence of reef
    Evolutions and cycles we come face to face
    While foliage drifts in green filmy lace
    Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch
    Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such
    And columns of clouds go boiling across
    The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss
    Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea
    While people are sleeping they hang peacefully
    But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up
    To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup
    Arches and steps are seen everywhere
    Manmade and Godmade and one made of air
    The essence of time is virtually gone
    Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn
    Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply
    From any stranger you pass who catches your eye
    And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still
    Are caught in the glass of my window sill
    The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars
    But then, think again, it's funny they are
    Stars made by man who himself is a star
    If only he'd realize the powers that are
    And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead
    And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beat City
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    Beat City
    Performer(s): The Flowerpot Men



    Beat city now now
    Beat beat
    Beat city now now
    Woo-oo-oo
    Beat city now now
    Beat beat
    Beat beat
    Beat city
    I watch you tumble down

    Roll into America
    Roll your hands in policies
    I love it when you smile
    I love it when you
    Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing

    Roll and show hold out your hand?
    Put some dollars down, you're wild
    When it takes you by surprise
    I'll be there to watch you
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Run, run, run

    Beat city
    Beat beat
    Beat city now now
    Woo-oo-oo
    Beat city now now
    Beat beat
    Beat beat
    Beat city
    I watch you tumble down

    Roll and show a classy man
    Close your eyes put by his arm
    To the memory I behold
    Where you go
    Oh I don't know
    Don't fear nothing
    It's so real
    I really hurt, the hurt that I feel
    I take you down to the heart of the fire

    Beat city
    Beat beat
    Beat city now now
    Woo-oo-oo
    Beat city now now
    Beat beat
    Beat beat
    Beat city
    I watch you tumble down

    Beat city
    Beat beat
    Beat city now now
    Woo-oo-oo
    Beat city now now
    Beat beat
    Beat city
    I watch you tumble down



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    05-06-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. L'andropause
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    L'andropause
    Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose
    De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits
    Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause
    Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit

    O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe!
    Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons
    Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe
    Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton

    Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent
    Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus
    Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure
    Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus

    Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère
    Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation
    Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire
    "Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!

    Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire
    O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos
    Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires
    Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt

    Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore
    Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues
    Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore
    Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues

    À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole
    Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper
    En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole"
    Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?

    Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime
    Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant
    Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes
    Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?

    Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe
    En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé
    Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe
    Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?

    Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire
    Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus
    Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire
    Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!

    Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte
    Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés
    Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte
    Poussées par le démon de la curiosité

    Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance
    Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant
    Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence
    Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent

    Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique
    Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques
    Je serai sans émoi
    Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade
    Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade
    Sera trop haut pour moi

    Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières
    Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières
    Faut pas que je me leurre
    Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques
    Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque
    Quelques gerbes de fleurs

    Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère
    Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère
    Le regard alangui
    Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine
    De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine
    Avec n'importe qui



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beast Of Burden
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    Beast Of Burden Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978 Covered by multiple other artists



    I'll never be your beast of burden
    My back is broad but it's a hurting
    All I want is for you to make love to me
    I'll never be your beast of burden
    I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
    All I want is for you to make love to me

    Am I hard enough
    Am I rough enough
    Am I rich enough
    I'm not too blind to see

    I'll never be your beast of burden
    So let's go home and draw the curtains
    Music on the radio
    Come on baby make sweet love to me

    Am I hard enough
    Am I rough enough
    Am I rich enough
    I'm not too blind to see

    Oh little sister
    Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
    You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
    Pretty, pretty
    Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
    Come on baby please, please, please

    I'll tell ya
    You can put me out
    On the street
    Put me out
    With no shoes on my feet
    But, put me out, put me out
    Put me out of misery

    Yeah, all your sickness
    I can suck it up
    Throw it all at me
    I can shrug it off
    There's one thing baby
    That I don't understand
    You keep on telling me
    I ain't your kind of man

    Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
    Ain't I tough enough
    Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
    Ooh! Ooh! Please

    I'll never be your beast of burden
    I'll never be your beast of burden
    Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

    I don't need no beast of burden
    I need no fussing
    I need no nursing
    Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be



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    04-06-2005
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    Land Of Hope And Dreams
    Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
    Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



    Grab your ticket and your suitcase
    Thunder's rolling down the tracks
    You don't know where you're goin'
    But you know you won't be back
    Darlin' if you're weary
    Lay your head upon my chest
    We'll take what we can carry
    And we'll leave the rest

    Big Wheels rolling through fields
    Where sunlight streams
    Meet me in a land of hope and dreams

    I will provide for you
    And I'll stand by your side
    You'll need a good companion for
    This part of the ride
    Leave behind your sorrows
    Let this day be the last
    Tomorrow there'll be sunshine
    And all this darkness past

    Big wheels roll through fields
    Where sunlight streams
    Meet me in a land of hope and dreams

    This train
    Carries saints and sinners
    This train
    Carries losers and winners
    This Train
    Carries whores and gamblers
    This Train
    Carries lost souls
    This Train
    Dreams will not be thwarted
    This Train
    Faith will be rewarded
    This Train
    Hear the steel wheels singin'
    This Train
    Bells of freedom ringin'
    This Train
    Carries broken-hearted
    This Train
    Thieves and sweet souls departed
    This Train
    Carries fools and kings
    This Train
    All aboard

    This Train
    Dreams will not be thwarted
    This Train
    Faith will be rewarded
    This Train
    Hear the steel wheels singin'
    This Train
    Bells of freedom ringin'



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Bears
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    Bears Composer(s): Steven Fromholz First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists



    Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas
    Some folks never seen a bear at all
    Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw
    Some folks got a bear across the hall

    Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad
    Others say that a bear is honey sweet
    Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had
    Some folks got a bear beneath their feet

    Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness
    Some to see a bear would pay a fee
    Me I just bear up to bewildered best
    And some folks even see the bear in me

    So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
    And even though your friends may stop and stare
    Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you
    And they just don't come no better than a bear



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    03-06-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Land Of Confusion
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    Land Of Confusion
    Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford
    First release by: Genesis - 1986
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
    Been haunted by a million screams
    But I can hear the marching feet
    They're moving into the street

    Now did you read the news today
    They say the danger's gone away
    But I can see the fire's still alight
    There burning into the night

    There's too many men
    Too many people
    Making too many problems
    And not much love to go round
    Can't you see
    This is a land of confusion

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth living in

    Ooh Superman where are you now
    When everything's gone wrong somehow
    The men of steel, the men of power
    Are losing control by the hour

    This is the time
    This is the place
    So we look for the future
    But there's not much love to go round
    Tell me why, this is a land of confusion

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth living in

    I remember long ago
    Ooh when the sun was shining
    Yes and the stars were bright
    All through the night
    And the sound of your laughter
    As I held you tight
    So long ago

    I won't be coming home tonight
    My generation will put it right
    We're not just making promises
    That we know, we'll never keep

    Too many men
    There's too many people
    Making too many problems
    And not much love to go round
    Can't you see
    This is a land of confusion

    Now this is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth fighting for

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the names we're given
    Stand up and let's start showing
    Just where our lives are going to



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Bear Tracks

    Bear Tracks
    Performer(s): The Grateful Dead



    High on the mountain tell me what do you see
    Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me
    Better take Chicago Forest to the plain
    There's a Colorado River running through the green
    You been hanging around this world far too long
    Lord, at night for countless hours certainly are gone
    Never been an outlaw, never been this free
    Except for tales of Colorado spring
    Take up my money, thought I'd be free
    Saw that man a commin' thought they were that free
    Chopped down that tree and my worries were all gone
    All of a sudden bullets were ringing through that home
    You been hanging around this world for far too long
    Hanging around the mountain home, back in half an hour
    Way back in the swamp, boys way back in the trees
    Colorado payroll in the Colorado spring
    You hear them coming, the voices of love
    You must come courting through this world or go
    Texas in the dell, running in the well
    You know all you can do is raise hell
    Stick around this world for far too long
    Back in half an hour with the...
    Way back in the swamps, way back in the trees
    Never been this free in the Colorado spring
    As sun come up as alive as I can be



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