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  • 25-11-1972
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    Ten Percent
    Composer(s): John Kander - Fred Ebb
    Performer(s): Harry Groener; Lee Konitz



    Did you know that "Hang up, you worm!"
    Well, maybe it's a figure of speech
    But it ain't nice, "Hang up, you worm!"
    And neither is "Get off me, you leech!"

    And last week I heard it said
    I was "nothing but a bloodsucker shrimp"
    And next week, to look ahead
    It's "Tell him I'm not in, he's a pimp!"

    Well I find those insults difficult to bear
    But I don't let them get the best of me
    'Cause way down deep, I honestly don't care
    For I am a theatrical agent
    I'll stay a theatrical agent
    And a theatrical agent's what I'm proud to be

    Most people sneer at me but I can pay the rent
    As long as I collect my ten percent
    Throw your career at me
    You've found the perfect goat
    As long as I collect my ten percent

    The stars are here today and then forgotten
    The rocket flares then suddenly it melts
    I'd stop to say the system's really rotten
    But I'm too busy signing someone else
    You gotta live, kid!

    No fans will cheer at me
    Yet I remain content
    As long as I collect my ten percent

    Nobody ever sings me no hosanna
    I've even heard me called a parasite
    They say I got the soul of a piranha
    But I ate Lobster Thermidor last night
    And what did you have?

    I'm not the Spotlight Kid
    I'm not the Main Event
    And yet I bloom and thrive
    I'm happy I'm alive
    I live on Lakeshore Drive
    On ten percent
    Ten Percent!



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    My Mother's Eyes
    Composer(s): Abel Baer; L. Wolfe Gilbert
    Performer(s): George Jessel
    and various other artists



    Back in childhood days
    I can remember loving caresses showered on me
    Mother's eyes would gaze at me so tender
    What was their meaning?
    Now I can see

    One bright and guiding light
    That taught me wrong from right
    I found in my mother's eyes
    Those baby tales she told
    That road all paved in gold
    I found in my mother's eyes

    Just like a wandering sparrow
    One lonely soul
    I walked the straight and narrow
    To reach my goal
    God's gift sent from above
    A real unselfish love
    I found in my mother's eyes

    When I'm all alone, no one around me
    I find the future dark as can be
    Sorrows I have known, always surround me
    Then through the shadows, I always see

    One bright and guiding light
    That taught me wrong from right
    I found in my mother's eyes
    Those baby tales she told
    That road all paved in gold
    I found in my mother's eyes

    Just like a wandering sparrow
    One lonely soul
    I walked the straight and narrow
    To reach my goal
    God's gift sent from above
    A real unselfish love
    I found in my mother's eyes



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    Grandma's Feather Bed
    Composer(s): Jim Connor
    Performer(s): John Denver;
    and various other artists



    When I was a little bitty boy
    just up off a floor
    We used to go down to Grandma's house
    every month end or so,
    We'd have chicken pie and country ham
    'n' home made butter on the bread
    But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
    was her great big feather bed

    It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
    soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
    It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
    and a piggy we stole from the shed
    We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
    on Grandma's feather bed

    After supper we'd sit around the fire
    the old folks'd spit and chew
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war
    and Granny'd sing a ballad or two
    I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
    till the cobwebs filled my head
    Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed

    It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
    soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
    It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
    and a piggy we stole from the shed
    We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
    on Grandma's feather bed

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa
    I love Granny and Grandpa too
    I been fishing with my uncle
    I rasled with my cousin
    I even kissed Aunt Lou ooo!
    But if I ever had to make a choice
    I guess it ought to be said
    That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road
    for Grandma's feather bed
    I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road...

    It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
    soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
    It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
    and a piggy we stole from the shed
    We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
    on Grandma's feather bed
    We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
    on Grandma's feather bed




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    24-11-1972
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    Ten Minutes Ago
    Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
    Performer(s): Lesley Ann Warren
    and multiple other artists



    Prince:
    Ten Minutes Ago I saw you
    I looked up when you came through the door
    My head started reeling, You gave me the feeling
    the room had no ceiling or floor
    Ten Minutes ago, I met you
    and we murmered our how-do-you do's
    I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
    and to sing out the news
    I have found her! She's an angel
    with the dust of the stars in her eyes
    We are dancing, we are flying
    and she's taking me back to the skies
    In the arms of my love I'm flying
    over mountain and meadow and glen
    And I like it so well that for all I can tell
    I may never come down again! I may never come down to earth again

    (Cinderella)
    Ten Minutes Ago I saw you
    You looked up when I came through the door
    My head started reeling you gave me the feeling
    The room had no ceiling or floor
    Ten Minutes Ago I met you
    and we murmered our how-do-you do's
    I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
    and to sing out the news

    (Prince)
    I have found her!

    (Cinderella)
    I have found him!
    He's the light of the stars in my eyes

    (Prince)
    We are dancing

    (Cinderella)
    We are flying

    (Prince)
    And she's taking me back to the skies

    (Cinderella)
    In the arms of my love I'm flying
    Over mountain and meadow and glen

    (Prince)
    And I like it so well that for all I can tell
    I may never come down again

    (Both)
    I may never come down to earth again



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    My Mother Was A Lady
    Composer(s): Edward B. Marks; Jimmie Rodgers
    Performer(s): Marty Robbins
    Johnny Cash; Tompall Glaser; Beatrice Kay



    Two drummers they were seated in a grand hotel one day
    While dining they were chatting in a sort of joking way
    There came a pretty waitress to bring the tray of food
    They spoke to her familiarly in a manner sort of rude

    At first she did not notice nor make the least reply
    When somethin' that was said to her brought teardrops to her eyes
    She turned on her tormentors, her cheeks were flamin' red
    Approaching as a picture these are the words she said

    My Mother was a lady and your's, I would allow
    You may have a sister who needs protection now
    I've come to this great city to find my brother, dear
    You would not dare insult me, sir, if brother Jack were here

    The two sat there in silence, their heads hung low in shame
    Forgive us, miss, we meant no harm, pray tell us what is your name
    She told him and he cried aloud I know your brother too
    We've been friends for many, many years and he oft times speaks of you

    Come go with me when I go back and if you'll only wed
    I'll take you to him as my bride, I've loved you since you said
    My Mother was a lady and your's, I would allow
    You may have a sister who needs protection now
    I've come to this great city to find my brother, dear
    You would not dare insult me, sir, if brother Jack were here



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    Grandfather's Clock (aka My Grandfather's Clock)
    Composer(s): Henry Clay Work
    Performer(s): Hank Snow;
    and various other artists



    My grandfather's clock
    Was too large for the shelf
    So it stood ninety years on the floor
    It was taller by half
    Than the old man himself
    Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
    It was bought on the morn
    Of the day that he was born
    And was always his treasure and pride
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    In watching its pendulum
    Swing to and fro
    Many hours had he spent while a boy
    And in childhood and manhood
    The clock seemed to know
    And to share both his grief and his joy
    For it struck twenty-four
    When he entered at the door
    With a blooming and beautiful bride
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    My grandfather said
    That of those he could hire
    Not a servant so faithful he found
    For it wasted no time
    And had but one desire
    At the close of each week to be wound
    And it kept in its place
    Not a frown upon its face
    And its hand never hung by its side
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    It rang an alarm
    In the dead of the night
    An alarm that for years had been dumb
    And we knew that his spirit
    Was pluming his flight
    That his hour of departure had come
    Still the clock kept the time
    With a soft and muffled chime
    As we silently stood by his side
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died




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    23-11-1972
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    Ten Milk Bottles
    Composer(s): Andy Roberts - Roger McGough
    Performer(s): Roger McGough



    Ten milk bottles standing in the hall
    ten milk bottles up against the wall
    next door neighbour thinks we're dead
    hasn't heard a sound he said
    doesn't know we've been in bed
    the ten whole days since we were wed

    noone knows and noone sees
    we lovers doing what we please
    but people stop and point at these
    ten milk bottles a-turning into cheese

    ten milk bottles standing day and night
    ten different thicknesses and
    different shades of white
    persistent carolsingers without a note to utter
    silent carolsingers a-turning into butter

    now she's run out of passion
    and there's not much left in me
    so maybe we'll get up
    and make a cup of tea
    then people can stop wondering
    what they're waiting for
    those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door
    those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door



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    My Mother Doesn’t Know I’m On The Stage
    Composer(s): Billy Bennett
    Performer(s): Billy Bennett



    I'm cherishing a secret in my bosom
    About this dreadful stage-life that I lead
    I've heard it said that Pro's are decent people
    But according to the papers that I read
    Both actresses and actors are dead 'wrong-uns'
    Whether from the 'Palace' or the 'Hippodrome'
    The chaps I meet outside know I'm an actor
    But I never breathe a word of it at home

    So, my mother doesn't know I’m on the stage
    It would break her poor old heart if she found out
    She knows I'm a deserter
    From the Scottish Fusiliers
    She knows I stole a blind-man's can
    That got me seven years!
    She knows I've been connected
    With a gang of West-End Pests
    And the police have had me twice inside the cage
    And she knows I mix with ladies that have got a shady past
    But my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage

    Sometimes she sees the powder on my clothing
    And then it's such a nuisance to explain
    If she thought that it was powder she'd go crazy
    Of course, I have to tell her it's cocaine
    The day she met me out with Gladys Cooper
    She started screaming, "Murder!" and "Police!"
    And would have caused a dreadful scene in public
    So I told her that the girl was 'Crippen's' niece

    'Cos', my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage
    And when I draw six hundred pounds each week
    If she knew where it came from
    She’d shoot me like a dog
    So I told her I'd stole the moneybox
    From an Irish Synagogue
    She can think that I'm a murderer
    Before she'll know the truth
    I have to have respect for her old age
    And she knows that I'm a bigamist, a blackguard and a crook
    But thank Heaven she don't know I'm on the stage



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Grande, Grande, Grande
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    Grande, Grande, Grande Composer(s): Tony Renis - Alberto Testa First release by: Mina - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists Titles In Other Languages: 1973 - Never, Never, Never 1974 - Waarom, Waarom, Waarom 1981 - Tu Danses, Danses, Danses 1993 - Nooit Of Nooit 1993 - La Rue De Nos Premiers Baisers 1997 - I Hate You Then I Love You 2005 - Attendre



    Con te dovrò combattere non ti si può pigliare come sei i tuoi difetti son talmente tanti che nemmeno tu li sai sei peggio di un bambino capriccioso la vuoi sempre vinta tu sei l'uomo più egoista e prepotente che abbia conosciuto mai Ma c'è di buono che al momento giusto tu sai diventare un'altro in un attimo tu sei grande, grande, grande le mie pene non me le ricordo più Io vedo tutte quante le mie amiche son tranquille più di me non devono discutere ogni cosa come tu fai fare a me Ricevono regali e rose rosse per il loro compleanno dicon sempre di si non hanno mai problemi e son convinte che la vita è tutta lì Invece no, invece no la vita è quella che tu dai a me in guerra tutti giorni sono viva sono come piace a te Ti odio poi ti amo poi ti amo poi ti odio poi ti amo non lasciarmi mai più sei grande, grande, grande come te sei grande solamente tu Ti odio poi ti amo poi ti amo poi ti odio poi ti amo non lasciarmi mai più sei grande, grande, grande come te sei grande solamente tu Non lasciarmi mai più sei grande, grande, grande come te sei grande solamente tu



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    22-11-1972
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    Ten Men Workin'
    Composer(s): Neil Young
    Performer(s): Neil Young



    We are men at work
    We got a job to do
    We gotta keep you rockin'
    To keep your soul from the blue
    Well we work all day
    Then we work all night
    We got to keep you dancin'
    Gotta make you feel alright

    Ten men workin'
    Ten men workin' tonight
    Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh

    We gotta dig the groove
    We're gonna hammer the blues
    You can't sit down
    'Cause we got a job to do

    We gotta dig the groove
    We're gonna hammer the Blues
    You can't sit down
    'Cause we got a job to do

    Ten men workin'
    Ten men workin' tonight
    Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh

    We are men at work
    We got a job to do
    We gotta keep you rockin'
    Keep your soul from the blues
    Well we work all day
    And then we work all night
    We got to keep you dancin'
    Got to make you feel alright

    Ten men workin'
    Ten men workin' tonight
    Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh

    We got to dig the groove
    We're gonna hammer the blues
    Well you can't sit down
    'Cause we got a job to do

    We got to dig the groove
    We're gonna hammer the blues
    You can't sit down
    We got a job to do

    Ten men workin'
    Ten men workin' tonight
    Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh



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    My Monday Date
    Composer(s): Sid Robin; Earl Hines
    Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
    and various other artists



    Don't forget our Monday date
    that you promised me last Tuesday
    Don't forget and don't be late
    all be there on noon-day
    I'm gonna shine my shoes, steam my tie
    Step right baby, 'cause you're straight in your eyes
    Don't forget our Monday date
    that you promised me last Tuesday



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    Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt
    Composer(s): George Formby; Eddie Latta
    Performer(s): George Formby; Judge Dread



    Now in our family we've got an heirloom
    They handed it to me a year ago
    It's been in our possession since Grandad was a lad
    I’ll tell you what it is and then you'll know
    It's my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt

    In it I was christened one day
    Down at the church they were in a whirl
    No one seemed to know if I were boy or girl
    They'd had one or two and ee they were in mess
    But it's all right said the preacher rather curt
    I've been and had a quiz and I've found out what it is
    By his Grandad's Flannelette shirt, lordy lordy
    His Grandad's Flannelette shirt

    In my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt
    I got married one day
    In the train my bride gave a shout
    "Ee what is that you are pulling out?"
    I said, "It's old fashioned and it's tattered and torn
    But I've brought it honeymooning with me Gert"
    When she said, "What is it dear?" I whispered in her ear
    "It's my Grandad's Flannelette shirt, lordy lordy
    My Grandad's Flannelette shirt"

    The other day I got an invitation to go and join a nudist colony
    And as the life is healthy and in the open air I trotted off as happy as can be
    With my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt I walked up to the door
    Someone said, "Now don't make a fuss, just take off your clothes and you'll be like us"
    I was bashful so I stayed by myself, for with the girls I didn't want to flirt
    But when I fell asleep they all came and had a peep
    At my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy
    My Grandad's Flannelette shirt

    In eighteen ten grandfather joined the army to fight Napoleon across the sea
    You've heard about the battle they had at Waterloo, but what was it that brought us victory
    Why my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt it saved old England that day
    Bonaparte said "We are undone" even Josephine put her gasmask on
    He shot down our colours and captured our flag, but we are not downhearted it’s a cert
    For flying in the gale everyone could see the tail
    Of my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy
    My Grandad's Flannelette shirt




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    21-11-1972
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    Ten Lonely Guys
    Composer(s): Cliff Adams - Eddie Snyder - Jerry Goldstein - Richard Gottehrer
    Performer(s): Pat Boone; Neil Diamond



    Each night we meet and talk about you
    Reminisce about the things you used to do
    We just sit around broken-hearted
    'cause all of us are still in love with you

    Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
    We thought your lies were true
    Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
    Ten lonely guys who still love you

    Eddie was the first one to hold you
    Jerry was the first to taste your kiss
    Then came Johnny, Stan, Richie, Neal, and Bobby, Jack, and Cliff
    And I was the last one on your list

    Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
    We thought your lies were true
    Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
    Ten lonely guys who still love you

    The footsteps at the door can mean just one thing
    Someone else has been a fool for you
    One more guy who wants to tell his story
    One more guy who knows what we've been through

    Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
    We thought your lies were true
    Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
    And tonight we'll set a chair for someone new



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    My Mistake
    Composer(s): Jamie James
    Performer(s): The Kingbees



    You and I been goin' steady for a whole lot o' years
    And it was love that started feelin' like a ????????
    My love is dyin', but I can't hide it
    I'm sorry honey, but I wanna ride

    I saw a real fine girl at the market place
    She had a nice way of walkin' and a real fine face
    Of course, like a man I don't understand
    I'm sorry chick, but it's my mistake

    Well, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
    Yes, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake

    Oh, alright now, honey

    I had to choose between school and a rock 'n roll band
    I made up my mind to rock as fast as I can
    I don't want no teachers, or their rules
    You've got it right, I'm nobody's fool

    But to get yourself spotted, like you just don't know
    Too many people got a smile, then they lie like the low
    It's hard to take, 'cause I need space
    I'm sorry honey, it was my mistake

    Well, it's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
    It's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
    My, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
    My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, ooh
    My, my, my mistake
    My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Grandad
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    Grandad
    Composer(s): Flowers; Pickett
    Performer(s): Clive Dunn



    I've been sitting here all day thinking
    Same old thing ten years away thinking
    Now my days are gone, memories linger on
    Thoughts of when I was boy

    Pennyfarthings on the street riding
    Motorcars were funny things, frightning
    Bow and hoops and spinning tops
    Annie gretzel's lollipops
    Comic cuts, all different things

    Grandad, grandad you're lovely
    That's what we all think of you
    Grandad, grandad you're lovely
    That's what we all think of you
    Grandad grandad

    Aeroplanes tied up with string flying
    Telephones and talking things sighing
    A radio and phonograph, Charlie Chaplin made us laugh
    Silently falling about
    Familiar things I keep around, near me
    Memories of my younger days, clearly
    Now it's in my mind?
    Everyday I find, thoughts of when I was boy

    Grandad, grandad you're lovely
    That's what we all think of you
    Grandad, grandad you're lovely
    That's what we all think of you
    Grandad, grandad

    Grandad, grandad

    Grandad, grandad




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    20-11-1972
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    Ten Little Friends
    Composer(s): John Entwistle
    Performer(s): John Entwistle



    I don't need no conversation
    I got everything I need
    I'm happy sitting up here
    With my ten little friends
    Mr. Bones, and me

    I ain't going to the party
    I don't want no cakes n' tea
    I'm happy sitting up here
    With my ten little friends
    Mr. Bones, and me

    I keep myself to myself
    And I disconnect the phones
    My ten little friends are playing piano
    Mr. Bones is on trombone

    I don't need no conversation
    I got everything I need
    I'm happy sitting up here
    With my ten little friends
    Mr. Bones, and me

    I don't need no television
    Ain't got time to watch TV
    I'm too busy sitting here playing
    With my ten little friends
    Mr. Bones, and me

    I keep myself to myself
    And I disconnect the phones
    My ten little friends are playing guitar and on bass is Mr. Bones



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. My Mirage
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    My Mirage
    Composer(s): Doug Ingle
    Performer(s): Iron Butterfly



    In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
    But unfortunately it's not there at all
    So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
    Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all

    My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
    Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
    They'll be seeing you too
    My mirage
    I'll be drawing you soon
    My mirage, I'll be seeing you soon

    In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
    But unfortunately it's not there at all
    So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
    Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all

    My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
    Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
    They'll be seeing you too
    My mirage
    I'll be drawing you soon
    My mirage
    They'll be seeing you soon



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Grand Père Yitzhak
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    Grand Père Yitzhak
    Performer(s): Yves Duteil



    Il a chanté ses chansons
    Veillé sur elle au salon
    Il écoutait ses poèmes
    Expliquait bien les problèmes

    Ensemble autour de la rade
    Ils s'en allaient en balade
    Si ses parents la grondaient quelquefois
    Elle se cachait dans ses bras

    Il avait fait la guerre, autrefois
    Mais n'en parlait presque pas
    Elle pense à lui chaque jour
    Mais n'attend plus son retour

    Quand il partait en voyage
    Il écrivait quelques pages
    Parfois si tendre et secret
    C'était ainsi qu'elle l'aimait

    Elle était grande et pourtant
    On autait dit une enfant
    Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
    Devant les grands de la terre

    Entre les larmes, elle disait
    Que jamais nos regrets
    Ne lui ramèneraient
    Malgré les Princes et les Rois
    Tout son bonheur d'autrefois

    Elle dessinait sa maison
    Avec au loin l'horizon
    Il ajoutait dans le ciel
    Une colombe, un soleil

    C'était pour elle qu'il voulait
    Tendre la main vers la paix
    Et regarder les enfants désunis
    Sortir enfin de la nuit

    Il était grave et sérieux parfois
    Et elle ne comprenait pas
    Elle pense à lui chaque jour
    Mais n'attend plus son retour

    Entre les larmes, elle savait
    Qu'aucun hymne à la paix
    Ne lui ramènerait
    Malgré l'espoir et la foi
    Tout ce bonheur d'autrefois

    Mmm...

    Elle était grande et pourtant
    On aurait dit une enfant
    Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
    Parmi les grands de la terre




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    Ten Little Fingers And Ten Little Toes (Down In Tennessee)
    Composer(s): Harry Pease - Johnny White - Ira Schuster - Ed. G. Nelson



    I met a pal from Tennessee, and with a smile he greeted me
    for he was feeling happy, mighty snappy, jumping up and down with glee
    he got good news from home today, and that's the reason he felt gay
    I thought it was simply great, just had to congratulate, when I heard him say

    He said "I'm leaving town today, I hope and pray there's no delay
    I'm going to get my ticket, double quick it, not a thing could make me stay
    I long to see my little prize, and look in those baby eyes
    just try to imagine me, back home in Tennessee, oh, what paradise

    "I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
    down in Tennessee, waiting there for me, I never had a baby call me "Da-da"
    how proud I know I'll be, when I hear it calling me
    Oh gee! I'll kiss every finger, I'll kiss every toe
    at home sweet home I'll linger for they'll need me there I know
    although it only weighs ten pounds and just one day old
    I wouldn't give it up for all the world and it's gold
    for I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me

    "I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
    down in Tennessee, waiting there for me
    Oh, how I'll hold it, in my arms enfold it
    when night time shadows creep, I will lull it fast asleep
    and then I'll count every finger, I'll count every toe
    close to his side I'll linger for he'll want me there I know
    if he looks like his mother what a child he must be
    but if he looks like me then he's got my sympathy
    for I've got ten little fingers and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Quattro Lire E Noi
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    Quattro Lire E Noi
    English Title: My Mind's Eye
    Performer(s): Nomadi
    (Originally performed by: The Small Faces)



    Noi, quattro lire e noi
    quattro amici e poi
    che ci importerà
    del mondo che non sa
    guardare in faccia mai la realtà

    Noi, il nostro amore e noi
    questo amore che
    vive accanto a noi
    la gente non lo sa
    che la felicità è tutta qua

    Se importante sarei, che farai
    se poi nessuno c’è, vicino a te
    noi, con quattro lire noi
    ricchi più che mai
    e che ci importerà
    del mondo che non sa
    guardare in faccia mai la realtà



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