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  • 17-03-2007
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    L'éclusier
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel
    First release by: Jacques Brel - 1968
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1989 - The Lockman (by Marc Almond)
    1998 - De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos)



    Les mariniers
    Me voient vieillir
    Je vois vieillir
    Les mariniers
    On joue au jeu
    Des imbéciles
    Où l'immobile
    Est le plus vieux
    Dans mon métier
    Même en été
    Faut voyager
    Les yeux fermés

    Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier

    Les mariniers
    Savent ma trogne
    Ils me plaisantent
    Et ils ont tort
    Moitié sorcier
    Moitié ivrogne
    Je jette un sort
    À tout c'qui chante
    Dans mon métier
    C'est en automne
    Qu'on cueille les pommes
    Et les noyés

    Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier

    Dans son panier
    Un enfant louche
    Pour voir la mouche
    Qui est sur son nez
    Maman ronronne
    Le temps soupire
    Le chou transpire
    Le feu ronchonne
    Dans mon métier
    C'est en hiver
    Qu'on pense au père
    Qui s'est noyé

    Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier

    Vers le printemps
    Les marinières
    M'font des manières
    De leur chaland
    J'aimerais leur jeu
    Sans cette guerre
    Qui m'a un peu
    Trop abimé
    Dans mon métier
    C'est au printemps
    Qu'on prend le temps
    De se noyer



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    Bob Wills Is Still The King
    Composer(s): Waylon Jennings
    Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Clint Black



    Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
    Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
    I grew up on music that we called western swing
    It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king

    Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then
    In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again
    To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
    Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king

    You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
    It's the home of country music, on that we all agree
    But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
    'Cause once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king

    Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told
    That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
    It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing
    He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king



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    16-03-2007
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    The Lockman
    ((Adapted from: L'éclusier (by Jacques Brel) - 1968))
    ((Dutch Version: De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos - 1998))
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck
    Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989



    The bargemen see
    Me growing old
    I see the bargemen
    Aging too
    We play the game
    Of Tom Fools
    Where the one
    Who still is oldest
    In my work
    Even in summer
    He must travel
    WIth eyes clossed
    It's not nothing
    Being a lockman
    The barge men know
    My bloated face
    They joke with me
    That's there mistake
    Half sorcerer
    Half drunkard
    I cast a spell
    On all that sings
    In my work
    In autumn
    We gather fruit
    And the drowned
    It's not nothing
    Being a lockman

    In his basket
    A baby squirms
    To watch the fly
    On his nose
    Mama moans
    And time frets
    Cabbage sweats
    And fires groan
    In my work
    In winter
    We think of the father
    Who drowned himself
    It's not nothing
    Being a lockman
    Towards the spring
    The barge women
    Feign and gloat
    From their boat
    I'd like their games
    But for that war
    That he leaves me
    Somewhat damaged
    In my work
    In the spring
    One takes the time
    To drown self



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    Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?)
    Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Bernie Hanighen
    Performer(s): Benny Goodman
    and various other artists



    I was talkin' to the whippoorwill
    He says you got a corny trill
    Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
    I was talkin' to the mocking bird
    He says you are the worst he's heard
    Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?

    Even the owl-tells me you're foul
    Singin' those lullaby notes
    Don't be a bring down
    If you can swing down
    Gimme those high notes

    There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
    and they're sayin' you're "off the cob"
    Fake it, Mister B
    Take it, follow me, Bob white
    We're gonna break it up tonight



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    15-03-2007
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    L'éclairage
    Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
    Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



    Je me lève péniblement
    j'enfile ma paire de vieux jeans
    quand je me brosse les dents
    la glace renvoie ma bonne mine
    je me pince un peu les joues
    ça manque de vitamines
    l'éclairage est en d'ssous d'tout
    faudrait le changer
    je fais le lit succinctement
    et un litre de thé de Chine
    que je vais boire bien brûlant
    sucré à la saccharine
    je regarde le paysage
    toujours couleur naphtaline
    décidément l'éclairage
    faudrait le changer



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Bob Dylan Blues
    Composer(s): Syd Barrett
    Performer(s): Syd Barrett



    Got the Bob Dylan blues
    And the Bob Dylan Shoes
    And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
    But you know I just couldn’t care less

    Goin’ to write me a song
    Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
    Bout’ god and my god and all that
    Quiet while I make like a cat

    Chorus:
    'Cause I’m a poet
    Don’t ya know it
    And the wind, you can blow it
    'Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
    And I’m free as a bird on the wing

    Roam from town to town
    Guess I get people down
    But I don’t care too much about that
    'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

    Make a whole lotta dough
    But I deserve it though
    I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
    So I’ll sing about war in the cold

    Chorus

    Well I sing about dreams
    And I rhymes it with seams
    'Cause it seems that my dream always means
    That I can prophesy all kinds of things

    Well the guy that digs me
    Should try hard to see
    That he buys all my discs and a hat
    And when I’m in town go see that

    Chorus



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    14-03-2007
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    Lecho De Amor Y Muerte
    Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



    Un hilo de fuego en las sienes
    rompiendo las venas desciende
    fundidos en la misma fiebre
    secar hasta la última fuente
    matando el amor
    en lecho de amor y de muerte

    Y luego un pitillo se enciende
    silencio y ceniza en la mente
    Los cuerpos domados retienen
    el peso ancestral de la nieve
    matando el amor
    en un lecho de amor y de muerte

    Penumbra en las carnes inertes
    despiertos de cuerpo presente
    en lecho con forma de puente
    que va del amor a la muerte
    matando el amor
    en lecho de amor y de muerte



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    Boats To Build
    Composer(s): Guy Clark; Verlon Thompson
    Performer(s): Guy Clark
    and various other artists



    It's time for a change
    I'm tired of that same ol same
    The same ol words the same ol lines
    The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes

    Days precious days
    Roll in and out like waves
    I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
    I got charts to make I got seas to sail

    Chorus

    I'm gonna build me a boat
    With these two hands
    It'll be a fair curve
    From a noble plan
    Let the chips fall where they will
    Cause I've got boats to build

    Sails are just like wings
    The wind can make em sing
    Songs of life songs of hope
    Songs to keep your dreams afloat

    Chorus

    Shores distant shores
    There's where I'm headed for
    Got the stars to guide my way
    Sail into the light of day

    Chorus



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    13-03-2007
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    L'écho
    Performer(s): France Gall



    La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
    Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o
    Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o
    Il se fait tendre
    Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o

    C'est le témoin invisible
    De tout ce que je fais
    Et d'une voix impassible
    Il commente la journée

    Tu vois ce nuage noir il va sûrement pleuvoir o o o
    Tout va s'arranger puisqu'on se retrouve ce soir o o o o o
    Si ce garçon en dansant te pose des problèmes o o o
    Je t'en supplie n'oublies pas
    N'oublies pas que je t'aime o o o o o

    Lorsque la journée s'achève
    Je pense à notre bonheur
    Et j'entends encore en rêve
    Mon écho au fond du cœur

    La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
    Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o
    Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o
    Il se fait tendre
    Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o

    La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Boatman
    Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



    Boatman sing boatman dance
    Boatman love Miss Mary Ann
    Dance boatman dance
    Dance boatman dance
    Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
    Go home with the gals in the morning
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Boatman dance boatman sing
    Boatman do most anything
    Dance boatman dance
    Dance boatman dance
    Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
    Go home with the gals in the morning
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
    Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio



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    12-03-2007
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    Lèche-Cocu
    Composer(s): Georges Brassens
    Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    Comme il chouchoutait les maris
    Qu'il les couvrait de flatteries
    Quand il en pinçait pour leurs femmes
    Qu'il avait des cornes au cul
    On l'appelait lèche-cocu
    Oyez tous son histoire infâme

    Si l'mari faisait du bateau
    Il lui parlait de tirant d'eau
    De voiles, de mâts de misaine
    De yacht, de brick et de steamer
    Lui, qui souffrait du mal de mer
    En passant les ponts de la Seine

    Si l'homme était un peu bigot
    Lui qui sentait fort le fagot
    Criblait le ciel de patenôtres
    Communiait à grand fracas
    Retirant même en certains cas
    L'pain bénit d'la bouche d'un autre

    Si l'homme était sergent de ville
    En sautoir - mon Dieu, que c'est vil -
    Il portait un flic en peluche
    Lui qui, sans ménager sa voix
    Criait: "Mort aux vaches" autrefois
    Même atteint de la coqueluche

    Si l'homme était un militant
    Il prenait sa carte à l'instant
    Pour bien se mettre dans sa manche
    Biffant ses propres graffiti
    Du vendredi, le samedi
    Ceux du samedi, le dimanche

    Et si l'homme était dans l'armée
    Il entonnait pour le charmer
    "Sambre-et-Meuse" et tout le folklore
    Lui, le pacifiste bêlant
    Qui fabriquait des cerfs-volants
    Avec le drapeau tricolore



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    Boatman
    Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor
    Performer(s): James Taylor; Livingston Taylor



    Hearts were exploding around us
    As we drifted south down the bay
    The gray up above and gray down below
    Left us with nothing to say

    So we drifted along in silence
    'Til the tickle of life trickled in
    And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand
    We were catching fire again

    Chorus:
    Oh boatman, I am the river
    I am the mountain and the sea
    Oh boatman, taker and giver
    Can you deliver me
    I would forever run free

    Yeah we finally caught up with legends
    We were walking along side by side
    We worked out a plan
    To go out hand in hand
    But the long trail just wasn't that wide

    The water around us was freezing
    We just laughed and threw ourselves in
    And although we were old
    The sting of that cold
    Pumped up the feeling, here it is again

    Chorus

    Oh I'm a message in a bottle
    Drifting along on a deep blue sea
    Waiting for some foreign shore
    Ready for something to be

    No longer afraid of falling
    We cut the strings to the sky
    We found level ground
    And we put ourselves down
    Amazing we all didn¹t die

    We took each moment as given
    By second by second they came
    The ice and the sun and the thundering guns
    Good God I was finally sane

    Chorus



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    11-03-2007
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    Lèche-Bottes Blues
    Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    J'aime les impôts, leur clairvoyance
    Leurs multitalents, leur polyvalence
    Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
    J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
    J'aime les visites des huissiers
    Etes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien oublié?
    Oh oui j'les aime, j'les aime
    J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
    J'aime aussi ma maison d'disques
    L'attachée de presse, la standardiste
    Je les aime, oh oui, je les aime
    Sans oublier ma petite Sacem
    Qui sait, ô combien, combien je l'aime

    J'en rajoute pas, j'en fais pas des tonnes
    Mais j'espère surtout que je n'oublie personne
    Lèche-bottes blues
    Je fais le lèche-bottes blues
    Lèche-bottes blues

    Je remercie aux césars
    Toute l'équipe sans qui je n's'rais pas star
    Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
    C'est fou c'que j'aime
    J'aime tous les hommes politiques
    Ils sont si sincères et si sympathiques
    Oh! oui j'les aime j'les aime
    J'aime, j'aime, j'aime

    J'aime la police et l'armée
    Tous ces beaux garçons si bien habillés
    Je les aime, oh, oui, j'les aime
    J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
    Vive le show-biz et la charité
    Il n'y a que la Six qu'on n'a pas pu sauver

    Oh, à la prochaine libération
    Je serai tondu, mais j'demand'rai pardon

    À force de lécher
    Ma langue est râpée
    Mais j'aime le lèche-bottes blues



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    Boat To Sail
    Performer(s): The Carpenters



    You're up state, up late, and city fed
    I'm a California label
    From the top of my head
    Forever, ah
    See a lot of open sky
    When the sun goes down
    There's a hot, lot of loving when you come
    Around, to free me, ah
    In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
    All those letters mailed from a
    Boat to sail, away ah
    We are riding in a boat to sail
    Bare foot, coconut and supermild
    Jamaica take a look
    At your own child
    Forget not
    Brian Wilson songs are never left behind
    Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine
    For so long
    From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
    All those letters mailed, from a
    Boat to sail, away ah
    We are riding in a boat to sail
    We are riding in a boat to sail



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    10-03-2007
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    Swingin' Shepherd Blues
    Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts
    Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald
    and multiple other artists



    Along a mountain pass
    There is a patch of grass
    Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune'
    His sheep never stray
    Dancing all day
    Till they see the pale and yellow moon
    And then he leads his flock
    and homeward they all rock
    To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues

    Wail on shepherd
    Play those haunting trills
    Come home sheopherd
    Let it ech through the hills!



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    Boat On The River
    Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
    Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs



    Take me back to my boat on the river
    I need to go down, I need to come down
    Take me back to my boat on the river
    And I won't cry out any more
    Time stands still as I gaze In her waters
    She eases me down, touching me gently
    With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
    So I don't cry out anymore

    Oh the river is wide
    The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
    And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
    Where the frown on my face disappears
    Take me down to my boat on the river
    And I won't cry out anymore

    Oh the river is deep
    The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
    And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
    Where the frown on my face disappears
    Take me down to my boat on the river
    I need to go down, with you let me go down
    Take me back to my boat on the river
    And I won't cry out anymore
    And I won't cry out anymore
    And I won't cry out anymore



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    09-03-2007
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    Swing Me A Lullaby
    Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring
    Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone



    "Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me
    "In a treetop, going sleepy bye"
    But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle
    And swing me a lullaby!

    "Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song
    And I know the bogeyman's a lie!
    I know a better way to sleep
    Than just by countin' sheep
    Oh, swing me a lullaby!

    "Little fishy in the brook
    Poppa catch 'im by the hook"
    Puts me to sleep quick enough
    But for my lullaby
    Give me a "Hi-de-hi!"
    and stuff!

    Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
    But I wish she'd really learn to try
    Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
    Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
    And swing me a lullaby!

    Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
    But I wish she'd really learn to try
    Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
    Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
    And swing
    Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Boat Drinks
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    Boat Drinks
    Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
    Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



    Boat drinks
    Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
    Visitors scored on the home rink
    Everything seems to be wrong

    Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
    I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
    I'm close to bodily harm

    Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
    Nobody cares they are way too far gone
    Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm

    This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer
    I think I got cabin fever
    Somebody sound the alarm

    I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
    Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
    Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
    You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

    Oh I know, (I know)
    I should be leaving this climate
    I got a verse but can't rhyme it
    I gotta go where it's warm

    Boat drinks
    Waitress I need two more boat drinks
    Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks

    I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
    I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
    I gotta go where it's warm!

    I gotta go where there ain't any snow
    Where there ain't any blow
    'Cause my fin sinks so low
    I gotta go where it's warm



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    08-03-2007
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Sweet Affection
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    Sweet Affection
    Composer(s): Clyde Otis - John Jennings
    Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



    Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
    Angels in heaven know I love you
    With sweet affection (sweet affection)
    Sweet affection (sweet affection)
    But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
    On a chestnut tree

    Once you loves me (sweet affection)
    With sweet affection (sweet affection)
    Once your thoughts (sweet affection)
    Were all of me! (sweet affection)
    But now you've gone (sweet affection)
    And found another (sweet affection)
    And I'm just (sweet affection)
    A memory!

    Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
    Angels in heaven know I love you
    With sweet affection (sweet affection)
    Sweet affection (sweet affection)
    But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
    On a chestnut tree

    Gonna send back (sweet affection)
    All those letters (sweet affection)
    That you wrote (sweet affection)
    With a fickle pen! (sweet affection)
    And from now on (sweet affection)
    We'll act like strangers (sweet affection)
    Or at least (sweet affection)
    Till we meet again!

    Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
    Angels in heaven know I love you
    With sweet affection (sweet affection)
    Sweet affection (sweet affection)
    But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
    On a chestnut tree (sweet affection, sweet affection)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Boa Constrictor
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    Boa Constrictor
    Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
    Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
    and various other artists



    I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
    I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
    I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
    And I don't like it very much!

    Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe
    he swallowed my toe
    Oh gee, oh gee, he's up to my knee
    he's up to my knee
    Oh fiddle, oh fiddle, he's reached my middle
    he's reached my middle
    Oh heck, oh heck, he's up to my neck
    he's up to my neck
    Oh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my....
    schlirppp!



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