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  • 19-10-1971
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    Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans
    Composer(s): Mel Tormé - Robert Wells
    Performer(s): Doris Day; Ray McKinley; Buck Pizzarelli



    From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores
    You're the only one my heart adores
    You've only got three competitors
    Tacos, enchiladas and beans

    From the Mississippi to the Amazon
    There's not much we don't agree upon
    Wish we could get together on
    Tacos, enchiladas and beans

    Love 'em, dozens of 'em
    I consume them by the score
    And when I'm through, what do I do
    I stamp and holler for more

    You can have the fourth position on my list
    Must admit your kisses would be missed
    But how in the world could I exist
    Without tacos, enchiladas and beans

    From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores
    You're the only one my heart adores
    You've only got three competitors
    Tacos, enchiladas and beans

    From the Mississippi to the Amazon
    There's not much we don't agree upon
    Wish we could get together on
    Tacos, enchiladas and beans

    Love 'em, dozens of 'em
    I consume them by the score
    And when I'm through, what do I do
    I stamp and holler for more

    You can have the fourth position on my list
    Must admit your kisses would be missed
    But how in the world could I exist
    Without tacos, enchiladas and beans

    They make me kind of sick
    But I love them



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Morir Cantando
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    Morir Cantando (Adapted from: Mourir Sur Scène - 1983) (English & Italian Versions: Born To Sing; Quando Nasce Un Nuovo Amore) Composer(s): Michel Jouveaux; Jeff Barnel; Carlos Toro Performer(s): Dalida



    Ven pero no vengas en soledad
    Cuando el telon ya caiga por fin
    Quiero que caiga tràs de mi

    Ven, pero no vengas en solidad
    Yo he escogido como vivir
    Quiero escoger como morir
    Cada cual quiere morir un dia gris
    O bien a pleno sol
    Cada cual quiere morir como dormir
    Sin pena ni dolor

    Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision
    En mitad del escenario, abierto todo mi corezon
    Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras
    Yo quiero morir asi
    Cantando hasta el final

    Ven pero no vengas en soledad
    Las dos nos conocemes muy bien
    Casi ganaste una vez

    Ven pero no vengas en soledad
    Haz por llegar con una avacion
    Al terminar una cancion
    Si he vivido bajo coros de luz
    Quiero terminar igual
    Fusilada por la rafaga azul
    Di un projector mortal

    Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision
    En mitad del escenario, aberto todo el corazon
    Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras
    Yo quiero morir asi, cantando hasta el final

    Morir sin sentir triteza, cantando una cancion
    Yo quiero morir asi, la mismo que naci



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)
    Spanish Title: Dame! Dame! Dame! (Amor Esta Noche) Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA



    Half past twelve
    And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
    How I hate to spend the evening on my own
    Autumn winds
    Blowing outside the window as I look around the room
    And it makes me so depressed to see the phone
    There's not a soul out there
    No one to hear my prayer

    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

    Movie stars
    Find the end of the rainbow, with that fortune to win
    It's so different from the world I'm living in
    Tired of T.V.
    I open the window and I gaze into the night
    But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
    There's not a soul out there
    No one to hear my prayer

    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...

    There's not a soul out there
    No one to hear my prayer

    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
    Take me through the darkness to the break of the day



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    18-10-1971
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    Tack Sverige
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Dieter Zimmermann
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se
    Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le
    Gröna skogar, himmel blå
    Det finns så mycket man kan få
    Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land

    Lyssna på fåglarna
    Hör sen på trädens sus
    Titta, där växer rosorna
    Där går ett kärlekspar
    Vad det är underbart
    Att kunna vara fri

    Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se
    Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le
    Gröna skogar, himmel blå
    Det finns så mycket man kan få
    Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land

    Jag ser en flicka le
    Åt någonting hon ser
    Jag hör en kyrkas klockor slå
    Stunden är inne nu
    De ska bli man och fru
    Redan hörs orgelns toner

    Gröna skogar, himmel blå
    Det finns så mycket man kan få
    Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Moribund The Burgermeister
    Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
    Performer(s): Peter Gabriel



    Caught in the chaos in the market square
    I don't know what, I don't know why
    but something's wrong down there
    Their bodies twistin' and turnin' in a thousand ways
    The eyes all rollin' round and round into a distant gaze
    Ah, look at that crowd!

    Some are jumping up in the air
    say "We're drowning in a torrent of blood!"
    Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
    Oh Mother!
    It's eating out my soul
    Destroying law and order, I'm gonna lose control

    What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
    Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
    Ah, look at them go!

    Bunderschaft, you are going daft?
    Better seal off the castle grounds
    "This is Moribund, the Burgermeister
    I'm gonna keep this monster down
    Somebody sent the subversive element
    going to chase it out of down"
    No-one will tell what all this is about
    But I will find out
    (I will find out
    I will find out)

    This thing's really outrageous, I tell you on the level
    It's really so contagious must be the work of the devil
    You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
    Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way
    Ah, close the doors!

    "We've tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures"
    Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws
    Check if you can disconnect the effect and I'll go after the cause
    No-one will tell what this is all about
    But I will find out
    I will



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Gimme Three Steps
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    Gimme Three Steps
    Composer(s): Allen Collins; Ronnie Van Zant
    Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
    and various other artists



    I was cutting the rug
    Down at a place called The Jug
    With a girl named Linda Lu
    When in walked a man
    With a gun in his hand
    And he was looking for you know who
    He said, "Hey there fellow
    With the hair colored yellow
    Watcha tryin' to prove?
    'Cause that's my woman there
    And I'm a man who cares
    And this might be all for you"

    I was scared and fearing for my life
    I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree
    'Cause he was lean, mean
    Big and bad, Lord
    Pointin' that gun at me
    I said, "Wait a minute, mister
    I didn't even kiss her
    Don't want no trouble with you
    And I know you don't owe me
    But I wish you'd let me
    Ask one favor from you"

    (Chorus)
    "Won't you give me three steps
    Gimme three steps mister
    Gimme three steps towards the door?
    Gimme three steps
    Gimme three steps mister
    And you'll never see me no more"

    Well the crowd cleared away
    And I began to pray
    As the water fell on the floor
    And I'm telling you son
    Well, it ain't no fun
    Staring straight down a forty-four
    Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu
    And that's the break I was looking for
    And you could hear me screaming a mile away
    As I was headed out towards the door

    (Chorus)




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    17-10-1971
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    This Land Is Your Land
    ((French Version: Ce Coin De Terre (Dalida) - 1964))
    Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
    First recording: Woody Guthrie - 1944
    Covered by multiple other artists



    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me

    As I was walking a ribbon of highway
    I saw above me an endless skyway
    I saw below me a golden valley
    This land was made for you and me

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me

    I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
    To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
    And all around me a voice was sounding
    This land was made for you and me

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me

    The sun comes shining as I was strolling
    The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
    The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
    This land was made for you and me

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me
    As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
    And that sign said - no tress passin'
    But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
    Now that side was made for you and me!

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me

    In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
    Near the relief office - I see my people
    And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
    If this land's still made for you and me

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me

    This land is your land, this land is my land
    From California, to the New York Island
    From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
    This land was made for you and me



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Morgen
    English Title: One More Sunrise
    Composer(s): Peter Mosser
    Performer(s): Ivo Robic



    Morgen, morgen
    Morgen, morgen, lacht uns wieder das Glück
    Gestern, gestern, liegt schon so weit zurück
    War es auch eine schöne, schöne Zeit

    Morgen, morgen, sind wir wieder dabei
    Gestern, gestern, ist uns heut' einerlei
    War es auch eine schöne, schöne Zeit

    Sind wir heut' auch arm und klein
    Sind wir heut' auch ohne Sonnenschein
    Sind wir heut' auch noch allein
    Aber morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen

    Morgen, morgen, lacht uns wieder das Glück
    Morgen, morgen, kommt die schöne Zeit zu uns zurück

    Sind wir heut' auch arm und klein
    Sind wir heut' auch ohne Sonnenschein
    Sind wir heut' auch noch allein
    Aber morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen

    Morgen, morgen, wird das alles vergehn
    Morgen, morgen, wird das Leben endlich wieder schön



    Categorie:Duitse Songs

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    Gimme That Wine
    Composer(s): Jon Hendricks
    Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears;
    and various other artists



    Well my wife got tired of me running 'round, so she tried to keep me home
    She hid my clothes,
    She broke my nose
    But I continued to roam.
    Then she finally hit my weak spot - when she threw my bottle out
    Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout...

    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice
    (Got to have my hot Lucy when I go out walking sometimes)

    One day crossin the avenue, a big car knocked me down.
    I was stretched out tying up traffic and crowds came from blocks around
    While the police were searchin my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral parlour,
    One of those cops touched my bottle, Jack, I jumped straight up and commenced to hollar

    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    I just can't get well without Muskatel

    One real dark and dreary night while I was staggering home to bed,y'all
    A bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head.
    That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, and I didn't even make a sound,
    But when he reached up and got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around

    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Beat my head outta shape, but don't touch my grape

    One day my house caught fire while I was laying down sleeping off a nap
    And when I woke up everything was burning with a pop and a crackle and a snap.
    Well the fireman broke up my TV set and they tore my apartment apart,
    But when he raised that axe to my bottle, Jack, I just cried with all my heart...

    I said gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    I'll just have one toast before I roast

    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Nothing but the best for me

    Wine (Gimme that wine)
    Just gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    I just can't get well without Muskatel
    I got to have some of that brew

    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
    Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) .......




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    16-10-1971
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    Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag (aka Aftonbön I Bästa Tv-Fotöljen)
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Drifters



    Gode Gud, vad är klockan?
    Över två, jag har somnat från TV:n igen
    Men tack för filmen, den var bra
    Tack ska Du ha, Herre, Jarl Kulle beundrar jag
    Tack för idag, tack för en underbar, vanlig dag

    Tusen tack för att lunchkön var så kort idag
    För då hann jag springa
    Och köpa skorna som jag ville ha
    Tack ska Du ha, Herre, dom passar mej riktigt bra
    Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag

    Jag blev också glad för lappen från vår nya närbutik
    Där Du gav mej tips om extrapris på kaffe

    Varje dag sker små under
    Men så lätt det är att ta dom för givna
    Så lätt att sitta nöjd och bara ta
    Tack ska Du ha, Herre, för allt jag har fått idag
    Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag

    Gode Gud, det är sent nu!
    Snart halv tre, men hurra!
    Det är lördag imorrn och jag kan sova hela dan
    Tack ska Du ha, Herre, nu släcker vi, Du och jag
    Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    De Morgen Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - Lennaert H. Nijgh Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



    De dag komt, liefste, de dag
    De zon door de gordijnen, dromen die verdwijnen
    Ik weet dat je niet blijven mag

    Word wakker, liefste, 't is licht
    Je haren op het kussen, je mond en daartussen
    De schaduwen op je gezicht

    Tot morgen, liefste, misschien
    Nu zachtjes naar beneden, niet kraken met de treden
    Mijn hospes mag jou niet zien

    Want hij en alle and'ren, liefste, proberen telkens weer
    Om ons te veranderen in een dame en een heer
    Die altijd netjes blijven, liefste, en nooit gevaarlijk doen
    Zich nooit door hartstocht laten drijven, liefste, behalve soms een zoen

    Toch gaan we, liefste, onze gang
    Als ik kon dan trouw ik met je, want dat wou ik
    Dat weet je toch, al sinds zo lang

    Ook zonder dat, liefste, ook dan
    Kan ik van je houden, zonder je te trouwen
    Ben jij mijn vrouw en ik je man

    De liefde, liefste, is sterk
    Sterker dan de mensen die alles netjes wensen
    Met door de week de zaak en zondags kerk

    Ik doe de ramen open, liefste, de straat is leeg en stil
    Ik zie je buiten lopen, liefste, ons bed is leeg en kil
    Nu je weg bent zal ik dromen, liefste, van wat ik moest en zou
    Tot je terug zal komen, liefste, droom ik alleen van jou



    Categorie:Nederl. Songs

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    Gimme Some Truth
    Composer(s): John Lennon
    Performer(s): John Lennon;
    and various other artists



    I'm sick and tired of hearing things
    From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth

    I've had enough of reading things
    By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of hope
    Money for dope
    Money for rope

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of soap
    Money for dope
    Money for rope

    I'm sick to death of seeing things
    From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth now

    I've had enough of watching scenes
    Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of soap
    It's money for dope
    Money for rope

    Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
    From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now

    I've had enough of reading things
    By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now

    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth




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    15-10-1971
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    Tache D'huile
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Six heures du matin
    J'ouvre la station service
    Et là, j'vois passer au loin
    L'car de police
    Une fille dans une caisse
    J'veux pas d'chèque
    J'prends qu'les espèces
    Un sourire pour le service

    Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
    Voilà à quoi ma vie r'ssemble
    Rock'n roll syndrome des villes
    Si t'étais pas là, j'serais qu'une tache d'huile

    Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
    Mazout en réminiscence
    Rock'n roll fantôme des villes
    Si t'étais pas la, j'serais qu'une tache d'huilé

    Ouh! V'la un loubard
    Doit être nouveau dans le métier
    Une recette ça se braque le soir
    Faudra repasser
    La fille dans la caisse
    L'attend, j'la vois qui balise
    Ils ont loupé leur western
    Hors-la-loi hors service



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    Morena Mía
    Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Massimo Grilli; Lanfranco Sorrario
    Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



    Morena mía
    Voy a contarte hasta diez
    Uno es el sol que te alumbra
    Dos tus piernas que mandan
    Somos tres en tu cama, tres
    Morena mía
    El cuarto viene después
    Cinco tus continentes
    Seis mis medias farreas de mis medios calientes
    Sigo contando ahorita
    Bien, bien, bien, bien
    Morena mía
    Siete son los pecados cometidos
    Suman ocho conmigo
    Nueve los que te cobro
    Mas de diez es sentido

    Y por mi parte sobra darte lo que me das
    Dámelo bien
    Un poco aquí, un poco a quién
    Cuando tu boca me toca
    Me pone y me provoca
    Me muerde y me destroza
    Toda siempre es poca
    Y muévete bien, que nadie como tu sabe hacer café
    Morena agarra, ay me mata
    Me mata y me remata
    Y vamos al infierno
    Porque no sea eterno, suavemente
    Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer café
    Pero cuando tu boca, me toca
    Me pone y me provoca
    Me muerde y me destroza toda siempre es poca
    Y muévete bien, bien, bien
    Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer, uh, café
    Bien, bien, bien, bien
    Bien, bien, bien, bien

    Morena mía
    Si esto no es felicidad
    Que baje dios y lo vea
    Y aunque no se lo crea
    Esto es gloria

    Y por mi parte pongo el arte
    lo que me das
    damelo
    cuidalo bien
    un poco asi, un poco a quien

    (Estribillo)



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    Gimme Some Time
    Composer(s): Natalie Cole
    Performer(s): Natalie Cole; Peabo Bryson



    Gimme some time, baby
    I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
    But I’m sayin’
    That I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, oh, no

    I’m not so blind, baby
    I need your love and, and you know it
    ‘Cause I show it (Yes, I do, well)
    I don’t wanna be hurt, girl

    If you want me to, I’ll keep it a secret
    But please let me get through your door
    ‘Cause I guarantee that once we get started
    You’ll soon be beggin’ for more

    We’ll want the whole world to know
    That we are one

    So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
    Let’s take advantage, not for granted
    Of the good things (We’ve got such a good thing)
    I don’t wanna be hurt, girl

    You’re just a kind, baby
    We’ve got a good thing and I know it
    Let’s not blow it [Ooh, ooh, oh], ho
    ‘Cause I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious

    I believe you think that I haven’t noticed
    The look in your eyes when you smile
    And my senses tell me there’s something missin’
    So please let me stay for awhile

    I want the whole world to know
    That we are one (We got it together), baby, one

    So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
    I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
    But all I’m sayin’
    Is I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious

    Gimme some time, baby
    Gimme some time, baby

    (Oh, I know that you)
    Gimme some time, baby
    (That I know that you love me)
    Gimme some time, baby
    (And I think that you think)
    Gimme some time, baby
    (That we should be together)

    (So why don’t you give me some of your time)
    Gimme some time, baby
    (Hey, gimme some time, baby)
    Gimme some time, baby
    (That’s all I need, that’s all I want)

    Gimme some time, baby
    Gimme some time, baby
    Gimme some time, baby (Why don’t you give me some time)
    Gimme some time, baby

    Gimme some time, baby
    Gimme some time, baby
    Gimme some time, baby




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    14-10-1971
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    Tabou
    Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Michel Fugain
    Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



    Tabou
    faut rien dire du tout
    de nos p'tits secrets
    qui devront rester jusqu'au bout
    tabou
    tous nos rendez-vous
    dans des lieux cachés
    classés X, indécents comme tout
    sans goût
    tabou
    tous nos petits jeux
    où les gens ne voient rien que du feu
    jeux à dormir debout
    à rendre fou
    je me l'avoue
    pas vous?

    voulez-vous
    que l'on fasse encore joujou
    à se mettre sens dessus dessous
    quel prétexte
    allons-nous laisser en plan
    bureau et appartement?
    je cherche
    soufflez-moi
    des mensonges et des silences
    sans la moindre transparence
    tabou
    faut rien dire du tout
    rentrer bien à l'heure
    se plaindre un peu, juste au cas où
    tabou
    tirer les verrous
    faire comme d'habitude
    et fuir toutes les interviews
    casse-cou
    surtout
    trouver des idées
    pour que nos jeux puissent progresser
    jeux à dormir debout
    à rendre fou
    je me l'avoue
    pas vous

    pas trop tard
    et avec quels accessoires
    dans quel bouge, dans quel bar
    nous voir
    sous quel nom
    et dans quelle situation
    inventer d'autres façons?
    je cherche
    soufflez-moi
    d'inavouables recettes
    à nous faire perdre la tête
    tabou
    faut rien dire du tout



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    Morena Dos Olhos D'água
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Originally performed by: Chico Buarque
    Covered by various other artists



    Morena dos olhos d'água
    Tira os seus olhos do mar
    Vem ver que a vida ainda vale
    O sorriso que eu tenho
    Pra lhe dar

    Descansa um meu pobre peito
    Que jamais enfrenta o mar
    Mas que tem abraço estreito, morena
    Com jeito de lhe agradar
    Vem ouvir lindas histórias
    Que por seu amor sonhei
    Vem saber quantas vitórias, morena
    Por mares que só eu sei

    O seu homem foi-se embora
    Prometendo voltar já
    Mas as ondas não tem hora, morena
    De partir ou de voltar
    Passa a vela e vai-se embora
    Passa o tempo e vai também
    Mas meu canto ainda lhe implora, morena
    Agora, morena, vem



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    Gimme Some Lovin'
    Composer(s): Spencer Davis; Steve Winwood; Muff Winwood
    Performer(s): The Spencer Davis Group



    Well, my temp'rature's risin' and my feet on the floor
    Twenty people knockin' 'cause they're wanting some more
    Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got
    But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot

    So glad we made it, so glad we made it
    You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
    Gimme some lovin' every day

    Well, I feel so good, ev'rything is sounding hot
    Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire
    Been a hard day and I don't know what to do
    Wait a minute, baby, it could happen to you

    So glad we made it, so glad we made it
    You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
    Gimme some lovin' every day

    Well, I feel so good, ev'rybody's gettin' high
    Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire
    Been a hard day, nothin' went too good,
    Now I'm gonna relax, honey, ev'rybody should

    So glad we made it, so glad we made it
    You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
    Gimme some lovin' every day




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    13-10-1971
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    Tables Séparées
    Composer(s): Alice Dona - Pascal Sevran - Claude Carmone
    Performer(s): Dalida



    La porte s'ouvre tout à coup
    Et ma mémoire en prend un coup
    C'est toi qui entre
    Dans ce restaurant familier
    Où nous avons souvent caché nos dîners tendres
    je n'écoute plus mes amis j'allume comme un alibi
    Ma cigarette
    Je sais très bien que tu m'as vu
    Et maintenant je n'ose plus
    Tourner la tête

    La fille qui est à ton bras
    A bien quinze ans de moins que toi
    Ça te rassure
    Je me souviens que tu riais
    Quand je disais que les regrets
    Ont la peau dure
    Un peu gêné tu me salues et tu demandes le menu
    D'une voix basse
    Nous qui avons tous partagé
    Nous voilà tables séparées
    Chacun sa place

    je t'observe à la dérobée
    Tu n'as pas tellement changé
    Avec les femmes
    Tu ne fais pas dans le détail
    Quand tu sorts de ton éventail
    Le coup du charme
    Et je me croyais immunisé
    Je l'avais même imaginé ce face à face

    Mes amis chantent et font les fous
    Comment leur dire que je m'en fous
    Que je suis lasse
    Quand l'amour s'écrit au passé
    Il ne reste à débarrasser
    Rien que deux tables séparées



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Morena De Angola
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    Morena De Angola
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Clara Nunes;
    Elba Ramalho; Luciana Rodrigues



    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela

    Será que a morena cochila escutandoo cochicho do chocalho
    Será que desperta gingando e já sai chocalhando pro trabalho

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
    Será que ela tá na cozinha guisando a galinha à cabidela
    Será que esqueceu da galinha e ficou batucando na panela

    Será que no meio da mata, na moita, a morena inda chocalha
    Será que ela não fica afoita pra dançar na chama da batalha

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Passando pelo regimento ela faz requebrar o sentinela

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela

    Será que quando ela vai pra cama a morena se esquece dos chocalhos
    Será que namora fazendo bochincho com seus penduricalhos

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
    Será que ela tá caprichando no peixe que eu trouxe de Benguela
    Será que tá no remelexo e abandonou meu peixe na tigela

    Será quando fica choca põe de quarentena o seu chocalho
    Será que depois ela bota a canela no nicho do pirralho

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Eu acho que deixei um caho do meu coração na Catumbela

    Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
    Morena, bichinha danada, minha camarada do MPLA



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