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  • 04-12-1972
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    Tenderness On The Block
    Composer(s): Jackson Browne - Warren Zevon
    Performer(s): Warren Zevon; Shawn Colvin



    Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight
    Trying to run before she can walk - that's right
    She's growing up
    She has a young man waiting
    She's growing up
    She has a young man waiting
    Wide eyes
    She'll be street-wise
    To the lies
    And the jive talk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block

    Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in
    And when she's home don't ask her where she's been
    She's going out
    She has a young man waiting
    She's going out
    Can't keep her young man waiting
    She'll be okay
    Let her have her day
    It's a long way
    It's a long walk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block

    I know how much it hurts to see her go
    She has a mind of her own, you know
    She's all grown up
    She has a young man waiting
    She's all grown up
    She has a young man waiting
    She was wide-eyed
    Now she's street-wise
    To the lies
    And the jive talk
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block
    She'll find true love
    And tenderness on the block



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way) Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh Performer(s): Mary Lloyd



    We had to move away 'Cos the rent we couldn't pay The moving van came round just after dark There was me and my old man Shoving things inside the van Which we'd often done before, let me remark We packed all that could be packed In the van, and that's a fact And we got inside all that we could get inside Then we packed all we could pack On the tailboard at the back Till there wasn't any room for me to ride My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam And you can't trust a "Special" Like the old-time copper When you can't find your way home I gave a helping hand With the marble wash hand-stand And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad All at once, the car-man bloke Had an accident and broke Well, the nicest bit of china that we had You'll understand, of course I was cross about the loss Same as any other human woman would But I soon got over that What with "two out" and a chat 'Cos it's little things like that what does you good My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam Oh! I'm in such a mess I don't know the new address Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood And I feel as if I might Have to stay out here all night And that ain't a goin' to do me any good I don't make no complaint But I'm coming over faint What I want now's a good substantial feed And I sort 'o kind 'o feel If I don't soon have a meal I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed! My old man said: "Foller the van And don't dilly-dally on the way" Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet But I dillied and dallied Dallied and dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam



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    Grantchester Meadows
    Composer(s): Roger Waters
    Performer(s): Pink Floyd



    Icy wind of night, be gone
    This is not your domain
    In the sky a bird was heard to cry
    Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
    Belied a deathly silence that lay all around
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea

    In the lazy water meadow
    I lay me down
    All around me
    Golden sunflakes settle on the ground
    Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
    Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea

    In the lazy water meadow
    I lay me down
    All around me
    Golden sunflakes covering the ground
    Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
    Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
    Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
    See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
    And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
    Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea




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    03-12-1972
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    Tenderness
    Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers
    Performer(s): Diana Ross



    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less

    Love me with a tender touch
    Kindness I need very much
    It is so hard for me to trust
    But deep inside I know I must

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less

    Love me, try to be understanding
    Tenderness is all that I'm asking
    Don't feel like I'm making conditions
    I wanna to overcome my inhibitions

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Love me with the tender touch
    Kindness I need very much
    It is so hard for me to trust
    But deep inside I know I must

    Love me all through the night
    Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
    Be sweet, make me unafraid
    'Cause tonight I'll play with you
    Please be gentle

    Love me
    Kindness
    Love me
    Hug me
    Please be gentle

    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness I confess
    Tenderness is the best
    Tenderness nothin' less
    Try to be understanding
    Try to be understanding



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Old Kentucky Home
    Composer(s): Randy Newman
    Performer(s): Randy Newman



    Turpentine and dandelion wine
    I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
    Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
    Pickin' em off with my gun of mine
    I got a fire in my belly
    And a fire in my head
    Goin' higher and higher
    Until I'm dead

    Sister Sue, she's short and stout
    She didn't grow up - she grew out
    Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind
    Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind
    Don't let her out much 'cept at night
    But I don't care 'cause I'm all right

    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    And the young folks roll on the floor
    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    Keep them hard times away from my door

    Brother Gene, he's big and mean
    And he don't have much to say
    He had a little woman who he whupped each day
    But now she's gone away
    He got drunk last night
    Kicked mama down the stairs
    But I'm all right so I don't care

    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    And the young folks roll on the floor
    Oh, the sun shines bright on
    My Old Kentucky Home
    Keep them hard times away from my door



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Grano De Pus
    Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    esta canción es un grano de pus
    nacida de una mala digestión
    de la ensalada de la situación

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    qué cosa rara es un grano de pus
    es como un putrefacto galardón
    forunculera condecoración

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    nadie se libra de un grano de pus
    desde el mismísimo rey Salomón
    hasta el hermosísimo Alain Delon

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    hasta el amor es un grano de pus
    esas agujetas del corazón
    son la más torpe contaminación

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    la inteligencia es un grano de pus
    cuando el fin único de la razón
    es ser adicto a la televisión

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    no somos más que un granito de pus
    perdidos en una gran infección
    que se pretende civilización

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    nuestro planeta es un grano de pus
    cuajado y a punto de reventón
    pero eso sí, ¡Atleti campeón!

    Grano de pus, grano de pus
    no somos más que un granito de pus




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    02-12-1972
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    Tenderly
    Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Walter Lloyd Gross
    First release by: Sarah Vaughan - 1946
    Covered by multiple other artists



    The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
    The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
    Then you and I came wandering by
    And lost in a sigh were we
    The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
    I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
    Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
    You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Old Friend The Blues
    Composer(s): Steve Earl
    Performer(s): The Proclaimers
    and various other artists



    Just when every ray of hope was gone
    I should have known that you would come along
    I can’t believe I ever doubted you
    My old friend the blues

    Another lonely night, a nameless town
    If sleep don’t take me first, you’ll come around
    ’cause I know I can always count on you
    My old friend the blues

    Lovers leave and friends will let you down
    But you’re the only sure thing that I’ve found
    No matter what I do I’ll never lose
    My old friend the blues

    Just let me hide my weary heart in you
    My old friend the blues



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Grand-Père (Georges Moustaki)
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    Grand-Père
    Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends
    On est du même bois on est du même sang
    Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi

    Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople
    Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas
    Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi
    Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope

    Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître
    Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais
    Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler
    A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes
    Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde
    C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts

    Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage
    Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux
    Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux
    Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large

    Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves
    Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais
    Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré
    Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé
    Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français
    Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas

    C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
    Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends
    Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps
    Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera




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    01-12-1972
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    Tender Is The Night
    Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
    Performer(s): Tony Bennett
    and multiple other artists



    Tender is the night
    So tender is the night
    There's no one in the world
    Except the two of us

    Should tomorrow
    Find us disenchanted
    We have shared a love
    That few have known

    Summers by the sea
    A sailboat in Capri
    These memories shall be
    Our very own

    Even though our dreams may vanish
    With the morning light
    We loved once in splendour
    How tender, how tender the night

    Even though our dreams may vanish
    With the morning light
    We loved once in splendour
    How tender, how tender the night



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    My Old Flame
    Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston
    Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington
    Covered by various other artists



    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But it's funny now and then
    How my thoughts go flashing back again
    To my old flame
    My old flame
    My new lovers all seem so tame
    For I haven't met a gent

    So innocent or elegant
    As my old flame

    I've met so many men
    With fascinating ways
    A fascinating gaze in their eyes
    Some who sent me up to the skies
    But their attempts at love
    Were only imitations of
    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But I'll never be the same
    Until I discover what became
    Of my old flame

    I've met so many men
    With fascinating ways
    A fascinating gaze in their eyes
    Some who sent me up to the skies
    But their attempts at love
    Were only imitations of
    My old flame
    I can't even think of his name
    But I'll never be the same
    Until I discover what became
    Of my old flame



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Mae West & Duke Ellington

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    Grand-Père
    Composer(s): Georges Brassens
    Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant
    La route qui mène à cent ans
    La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois
    L'coup du pèr' François
    L'avait donné de son vivant
    Tant de bonheur à ses enfants
    Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré
    Tout pour l'enterrer
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir une bière, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma juridiction"

    Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père
    Un' pair' de bott's pointues
    S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent
    Çui-là toucha son but

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah ! c'est pas joli...
    Ah ! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

    Le mieux à faire et le plus court
    Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
    Fut de borner nos prétentions
    A un' bièr' d'occasion
    Contre un pot de miel on acquit
    Les quatre planches d'un mort qui
    Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs
    A une âme sœur
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir un corbillard, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma juridiction"

    Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse
    De dir' vers quel endroit
    Ça rendrait les dames confuses
    Et je n'en ai pas le droit

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah ! c'est pas joli...
    Ah ! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

    Le mieux à faire et le plus court
    Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
    Fut de porter sur notre dos
    L'funèbre fardeau.
    S'il eût pu revivre un instant
    Grand-père aurait été content
    D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur'
    Comme un empereur
    Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
    Bes quérir un goupillon, mais
    Comme on était légers d'argent
    Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés

    "Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
    Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
    Les morts de basse condition
    C'est pas de ma bénédiction"

    Avant même que le vicaire
    Ait pu lâcher un cri
    J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr'
    Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit

    C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
    Ah! c'est pas joli...
    Ah! c'est pas poli...
    A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

    Bon papa
    Ne t'en fais pas
    Nous en viendrons
    A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond




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    30-11-1972
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    Tender Hands
    Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
    Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey



    Dear hands, tender hands
    'touch my face with love
    thine to give, mine but to cherish

    Warm eyes, softest eyes
    'brush my face with love
    thine to give, mine but to cherish

    Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
    for these two gifts I can but love thee for
    fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
    Tender hands, softest eyes



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Old Dutch
    Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier
    Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
    and various other artists



    I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer
    She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er
    It's forty years since fust we met
    Her hair was then as black as jet
    It's whiter now, but she don't fret
    Not my old gal

    We've been together now for forty years
    An' it don't seem a day too much
    There ain't a lady living in the land
    As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
    No, there ain't a lady living in the land
    As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch



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    Grandpa Was A Carpenter
    Composer(s): John Prine
    Performer(s): John Prine; Lonesome Standard Time;
    The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



    Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
    Nearly every day
    No particular reason
    He just dressed that way
    Brown necktie and a matching vest
    And both his wingtip shoes
    He built a closet on our back porch
    And put a penny in a burned out fuse

    Chorus:
    Grandpa was a carpenter
    He built houses stores and banks
    Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
    And hammered nails in planks
    He was level on the level
    And shaved even every door
    And voted for Eisenhower
    'Cause Lincoln won the war

    Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
    And rock me on his knee
    And let me listen to radio
    Before we got T.V.
    Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday
    And take me with him too!
    Stained glass in every window
    Hearing aids in every pew

    Repeat Chorus:

    Now my grandma was a teacher
    Went to school in Bowling Green
    Traded in a milking cow
    For a Singer sewing machine
    She called her husband "Mister"
    And walked real tall and pride
    And used to buy me comic books
    After grandpa died

    Repeat Chorus:




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    29-11-1972
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    Tenant
    Composer(s): Siouxsie Sioux - Steven Severin
    Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees



    Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps
    Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
    So we crawl into corners
    ignore any callers and imagine our radiators
    clang for our neighbors

    When we crawl on all fours-upon the cushioned floor
    still they cling to the wall
    and knock on our doors
    and the tendency for tenants is tenacity
    The paint is cracked and the paper peels
    the plaster falls
    and the body reels... softly

    Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
    On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
    but they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
    and the tendency for tenants is secrecy... sssssssh



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    My Number One Dream Come True
    Composer(s): Johnny Green; Lew Brown
    Performer(s): Doris Day; Helen Forrest



    A million times a day
    I pinch myself and say
    My number one dream came true
    And if I rub my eyes
    It's only in surprise
    My number one dream came true
    I had my number two and three and four dreams
    With lots of possibilities in each
    I might have planned on dreaming even more dreams
    `Cause number one was way beyond reach
    I can't believe it yet
    But if my fate was set
    It did what I wanted to
    Don't ask me when or how or why
    But if I'm here with you
    My number one dream came true



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    Grand-Mère
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel
    Performer(s): Jacques Brel



    Faut voir grand-mère
    Grand-mère et sa poitrine
    Grand-mère et ses usines
    Et ses vingt secrétaires

    Faut voir mère-grand
    Diriger ses affaires
    Elle vend des courants d'air
    Déguisés en coups de vent

    Faut voir grand-mère
    Quand elle compte son magot
    Ça fait des tas de zéros
    Pointés comme son derrière

    Mais pendant c'temps-là
    Grand-père court après la bonne
    En lui disant que l'argent
    Ne fait pas le bonheur
    Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
    Que nos bonnes bonnes
    Et nos petits épargnants
    Aient le sens des valeurs

    Faut voir grand-mère
    C'est une tramontane
    Qui fume le Havane
    Et fait trembler la Terre

    Faut voir grand-mère
    Cerclée de généraux
    Être culotte de peau
    Et gagner leur guèguerre

    Faut voir grand-mère
    Dressée sous son chapeau
    C'est Waterloo
    Où s'rait pas venu Blucher

    Mais pendant c'temps-là
    Grand-père court après la bonne
    En lui disant que l'armée
    Elle bat l'beure
    Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
    Que nos bonnes bonnes
    Et nos chers piou-pious
    Aient le sens des valeurs

    Faut voir grand-mère
    S'assure sur la mort
    Un p'tit coup d'presbytère
    Un p'tit coup de r'mords

    Faut voir grand-mère
    Et ses ligues de vertu
    Ses anciens combattants
    Ses anciens combattus

    Faut voir grand-mère
    Quand elle se croit pécheresse
    Un grand verre de grand-messe
    Et un doigt de couvent

    Mais pendant c'temps-là
    Grand-père court après la bonne
    En lui disant que les curés
    Sont farceurs
    Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
    Que nos bonnes bonnes
    Et nos petits incroyants
    Aient le sens des valeurs

    Mais il faut voir grand-père
    Dans les bistrots bavards
    Où claquent les billards
    Et les chopes de bière

    Faut voir père-grand
    Caresser les roseaux
    Effeuiller les étangs
    Et pleurer du Rimbaud

    Faut voir grand-père
    Dimanche finissant
    Honteux et regretant
    D'avoir trompé grand-mère

    Mais pendant c'temps-là
    Grand-mère se tape la bonne
    En lui disant que les hommes
    Sont menteurs
    Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
    Que nos bonnes bonnes
    Et notre belle jeunesse
    Aient le sens des valeurs




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    28-11-1972
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    Ten Years Gone
    Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page
    First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Then as it was, then again it will be
    And though the course may change sometimes
    Rivers always reach the sea
    Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
    On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
    Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
    But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go
    Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
    In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
    Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad?
    Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had?
    Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good?
    'Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would
    Through the eyes an' I sparkle, senses growing keen
    Taste your love along the way, see your feathers preen
    Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
    We are eagles of one nest, the nest is in our soul
    Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
    Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
    Oh darlin', oh darlin'
    I'm never gonna leave you, I'm never gonna leave
    Holdin' on, ten years gone
    Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone



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    My Name Is Tallulah
    Composer(s): Paul Williams
    Performer(s): Bugsy Malone



    My name is Tallulah
    My first rule of thumb
    I don't say where I'm going
    Or where I'm coming from
    I try to leave a little reputation behind me
    So if you really need to
    You'll know how to find me

    My name is Tallulah
    I live till I die
    I'll take what you give me
    And I won't ask why
    I've a lot of friends
    In some exotic places
    I don't remember names
    But I remember faces

    Lonely
    You don't have to be lonely
    Come and see Tallulah
    We can chase your troubles away
    If you're lonely
    You don't have to be lonely
    When they talk about Tallulah
    You know what they say
    No one south of Heaven's
    Gonna treat you finer

    Tallulah had her training
    In North Carolina

    My name is Tallulah
    And soon I'll be gone
    An open invitation
    Is the road I'll travel on
    I'll never say goodbye
    Because the words upset me
    You may forgive my going
    But you won't forget me

    Lonely
    You don't have to be lonely
    Come and see Tallulah
    We can chase your troubles away
    If you're lonely
    You don't have to be lonely
    When they talk about Tallulah
    You know what they say
    No one south of Heaven's
    Gonna treat you finer

    Tallulah had her training
    In North Carolina



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