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  • 08-11-1973
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    The Boy In The Bubble
    Composer(s): Paul Simon - Forere Motloheloa
    First release by: Paul Simon - 1986
    Covered by multiple other artists



    It was a slow day
    And the sun was beating
    On the soldiers by the side of the road
    There was a bright light
    A shattering of shop windows
    The bomb in the baby carriage
    Was wired to the radio
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry baby, don't cry
    Don't cry

    It was a dry wind
    And it swept across the desert
    And it curled into the circle of birth
    And the dead sand
    Falling on the children
    The mothers and the fathers
    And the automatic earth
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry baby, don't cry
    Don't cry

    It's a turn-around jump shot
    It's everybody jump start
    It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
    Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
    The Boy in the Bubble
    And the baby with the baboon heart

    And I believe
    These are the days of lasers in the jungle
    Lasers in the jungle somewhere
    Staccato signals of constant information
    A loose affiliation of millionaires
    And billionaires and baby
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry baby, don't cry
    Don't cry



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    Can't Go On Composer(s): David Coverdale - Adrian Vandenberg Performer(s): Whitesnake



    I’ve been feeling sentimental
    In a melancholy way
    Blues siting on my shoulder
    Getting heavier every day...

    Staring into space
    One thing on my mind
    I’ve been trying to drown
    The thought of you
    By drinking too much wine...

    Then my imagination
    Starts running wild
    I snap my fingers
    And you’re there by my side...

    Can’t go on without your love
    There’s no song without your love...
    Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme
    Without your love
    I’ll go out of my mind...

    Been getting too lazy
    Letting myself go
    Feeling like a refugee
    No one cares for anymore...
    Endless lonely days
    I just try to get through
    And there’s no escape
    Even when I sleep
    ’cause all I dream is you...

    Then my imagination
    Gets the better of me
    ’cause you’re everywhere I go
    In everything I see...

    I can’t go on without you love
    There’s no song without your love...
    There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
    Without your love
    I’ll go out of my mind...

    You make me dance
    You make me sing
    When I’m with you
    I can do anything...
    When I’m cold
    You keep me warm.
    And give me shelter
    From the howling storm...

    There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
    Without your love
    I’ll go out of my mind...

    Can’t go on without your love
    There’s no song without your love...



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    Fiddle Around
    Composer(s): Larry Kusik; Clint Ballard Jr.
    Performer(s): Jan & Dean



    Wo wo wo fiddle around, fiddle around
    They would fiddle around and around all over the town

    Do you remember Judy?
    Her eyes were big and blue
    Her kisses were so tender and warm
    But her heart was so untrue
    She used to fiddle around, fiddle around
    She would fiddle around and around all over the town

    Susie, she'd be faithful
    Kathy gave me her heart
    But they would start a-cheatin' on me
    Each time we were apart
    Oh they would fiddle around, fiddle around
    They would fiddle around and around all over the town

    Well, I've had lots of girlfriends
    When all is said and done
    Baby, you're the only girl for me
    'Cause you're the only one
    Who doesn't fiddle around, fiddle around
    You don't fiddle around and around all over the town
    You don't fiddle around and around all over the town




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    07-11-1973
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    The Boy From New York City
    Composer(s): George Davis - John Taylor
    First release by: The Ad Libs - 1964
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Oo-wah Oo-wah cool cool Kitty
    Tell us about the boy from New York City
    Oo-wah Oo-wah C'mon Kitty
    Tell us about the boy from New York City

    He's kinda tall, he's really fine
    Someday I hope to make him mine all mine
    And he's neat, and oh so sweet
    And just the way he looked at me swept me off my feet
    Oo-oo-weee, you ought to come and see
    How he walks, and how he talks

    He's really down, and he's no clown
    He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
    And he's cute, in his mohair suit
    And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot
    Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
    His pretty bar, and his brand new car

    Every time he says he loves me
    Chills run down my spine
    Every time he wants to kiss me
    Oo, he makes me feel so fi-i-ine
    (Oo-wah oo-wah...)

    He can dance, and make romance
    And that's when I fell in love with just one glance
    He was shy, and so was I
    And now I know we'll never ever say goodbye
    Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
    He's the most, from coast to coast



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Can't Get Used To Losing You
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    Can't Get Used To Losing You Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman First release by: Andy Williams - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists



    Guess there's no use in hangin' 'round
    Guess I'll get dressed and do the town
    I'll find some crowded avenue
    Though it will be empty without you

    Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
    Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

    Called up some girl I used to know
    After I heard her say "Hello"
    Couldn't think of anything to say
    Since you're gone it happens every day

    Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
    Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

    I'll find somebody, wait and see
    Who am I kiddin', only me
    'cause no one else could take your place
    Guess that I am just a helpless case

    Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
    Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

    I can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
    Gonna live my whole life through-loving you



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    Fica
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque



    Dia que eu não sou de respeito
    Diz que não dá jeito
    De jeito nenhum
    Diz que eu sou subversivo
    Um elemento ativo
    Feroz e nocivo
    Ao bem-estar comum

    Fale do nosso barraco
    Diga que é um buraco
    Que nem queiram ver
    Diga que o meu samba é fraco
    E que eu não largo o taco
    Nem pra conversar com você
    Mas fica
    Mas fica ao lado meu
    Você sai e não explica
    Onde vai e a gente fica
    Sem saber se vai voltar

    Diga ao primeiro que passa
    Que eu sou da cachaça
    Mais do que do amor
    Diga e diga de pirraça
    De raiva ou de graça
    No meio da praça, é favor
    Mas fica
    Mas fica ao lado meu
    Você sai e não explica
    Onde vai e a gente fica
    Sem saber se vai voltar

    Diz que eu ganho até folgado
    Mas perco no dado
    E não lhe dou vintém
    Diz que é pra tomar cuidado
    Sou um desajustado
    E o que bem lhe agrada, meu bem
    Mas fica
    Mas fica, meu amor
    Quem sabe um dia
    Por descuido ou poesia
    Você goste de ficar




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    06-11-1973
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    The Boxer
    ((Spanish Version: El Boxeador (Laredo) - 1978))
    Composer(s): Paul Simon
    First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1969
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I am just a poor boy
    Though my story's seldom told
    I have squandered my resistance
    For a pocket full of mumbles
    Such are promises
    All lies and jests
    Still a man hears what he wants to hear
    And disregards the rest

    When I left my home
    And my family
    I was no more than a boy
    In the company of strangers
    In the quiet of the railway station
    Running scared
    Laying low
    Seeking out the poorer quarters
    Where the ragged people go
    Looking for the places
    Only they would know

    Lie la lie...

    Asking only workman's wages
    I come looking for a job
    But I get no offers
    Just a come-on from the whores
    On Seventh Avenue
    I do declare
    There were times when I was so lonesome
    I took some comfort there

    Lie la lie...

    Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
    And wishing I was gone
    Going home
    Where the New York City winters
    Aren't bleeding me
    Leading me
    Going home

    In the clearing stands a boxer
    And a fighter by his trade
    And he carries the reminders
    Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
    And cut him till he cried out
    In his anger and his shame
    "I am leaving, I am leaving"
    But the fighter still remains
    Lie la lie...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Can't Get Out Of This Mood
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    Can't Get Out Of This Mood Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Ginny Simms and multiple other artists



    All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
    They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do

    And I can't get out of this mood, can't get over this feeling
    Can't get out of this mood, last night your lips were too appealing
    The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
    But it's only your arms I'm out of

    Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
    'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
    But I'm sayin' it, I'm playin' it dumb
    Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come

    All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
    They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do

    The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
    But it's only your arms I'm out of

    Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
    'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
    But I'm sayin' it, yes, I'm playin' it dumb
    Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come

    This mood, can't get out of this mood, can't get out of this mood



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fibbin'
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    Fibbin'
    Composer(s): Michael Merlo; Patrick Welch
    Performer(s): Patti Page; Petula Clark



    Honey you've been fibbin'
    Tellin' me such lies
    Know that you've been givin'
    Ev'ry guy the eye

    Honey you've been foolin'
    From the very start
    Think of what you're doin'
    To my achin' heart

    Don'tcha know I'm sighin'?
    Don'tcha know I'm crying'?
    Don'tcha know I'm tryin'?
    To believe yuh?

    Oo, Oo, Oo
    Honey I'm just livin'
    For a love that's true
    When you stop you fibbin'
    I'll come back to you

    Honey you've been fibbin'
    Tellin' me such lies...(etc.)




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    05-11-1973
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    El Boxeador
    ((Adapted from: The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1969))
    Composer(s): Paul Simon - Miguel Bosé
    Performer(s): Laredo - 1978



    Soy un pobre diablo
    y de mi nada sabréis
    Malgasté todas mis fuerzas
    en montones de promesas
    que eran burlas, ni una verdad
    Pero un hombre sólo escucha
    lo que quiere escuchar

    na na naa, nana na nana na

    Y dejé familia y casa
    era apenas un chaval
    Para mí todo era extraño
    en la paz de una estación
    perdido y asustado

    Espiar
    frecuentar los barrios bajos
    su miseria y suciedad
    entre vagabundos prefería estar

    Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
    lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
    lai la la la la lai

    Voy buscando algún trabajo
    pido paga sindical
    pero no hay ofertas
    sólo una proposición de prostitutas
    He de admitir
    que hubo veces sólo y triste
    que encontré consuelo allí...

    na na naa, nana na nana na

    Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
    lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
    lai la la la la lai

    Preparando el nuevo invierno
    pienso en casa y en volver
    Vuelta atrás
    Donde el viento de ciudad
    no me desangre más

    Vuelta a casa, otra vez
    en el Rin un boxeador
    un luchador de profesión
    Lleva huellas en la cara
    del guante que le pegó
    y que le cortó hasta que gritara

    De vergüenza y de rabia
    yo me marcho, yo me marcho
    Pega duro y no se va hmm...

    Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
    lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
    lai la la la la lai



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Can't Get My Motor To Start
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    Can't Get My Motor To Start Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden



    Can't get my motor to start
    Can't get my motor to start
    Can't get my motor to start
    Can't get my motor to start
    Can't you get it to go?
    Is your battery low?
    No, I don't think so

    Try pullin' out on the choke
    Try lookin' under the hood
    Try pullin' out on the choke
    Try lookin' under the hood
    Lookin' under the hood
    never did any good
    The choke must be broke

    Try beatin' down with your feet
    Looks like she's startin' to crank
    Let's pour the gasoline out
    Try puttin' beer in the tank
    Bring the beer over here
    'cause I need it to steer

    Try pullin' out all the wires
    Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks
    Try dynamitin' the tank
    Smash all the glass with an ax
    Do you have any grease?
    Pour it over the seats

    What did you do to my car?
    What did you do to my car?
    What did you do to my car?
    What did you do to my car?
    Well we took it apart
    But we can't make it start

    We wanna go for a ride
    Let's push it over the hill
    We wanna go for a ride
    Let's push it over the hill
    Better not get inside
    'cause she's startin' to slide



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    Fever
    Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
    and various other artists



    Never know how much I love you
    Never know how much I care
    When you put your arms around me
    I get a fever that’s so hard to bear

    You give me fever when you kiss me
    Fever when you hold me tight
    Fever in the morning
    Fever all through the night

    Ev’rybody’s got the fever
    that is something you all know
    Fever isn’t such a new thing
    Fever started long ago

    Sun lights up the daytime
    Moon lights up the night
    I light up when you call my name
    And you know I’m gonna treat you right

    You give me fever when you kiss me
    Fever when you hold me tight
    Fever in the morning
    Fever all through the night

    Romeo loved Juliet
    Juliet she felt the same
    When he put his arms around her
    He said, Julie baby, you’re my flame

    Thou givest fever when we kisseth
    Fever with thy flaming youth
    Fever, I’m afire
    Fever, yea I burn forsooth

    Captain Smith and Pocahontas
    Had a very mad affair
    When her daddy tried to kill him
    She said Daddy-o don’t you dare

    He gives me fever with his kisses
    Fever when he holds me tight
    Fever, I’m his Missus,
    Oh daddy, won’t you treat him right

    Now you’ve listened to my story
    Here’s the point that I have made
    Cats were born to give chicks fever
    Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade

    They give you fever when you kiss them
    Fever if you live and learn
    Fever till you sizzle
    What a lovely way to burn
    What a lovely way to burn
    What a lovely way to burn




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    04-11-1973
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    The Bowery
    Composer(s): Percy Gaunt - Charles H. Hoyt
    Performer(s): Mantovani; Richard Perry



    Oh! The night that I struck New York
    I went out for a quiet walk
    Folks who are "on to" the city say
    Better by far that I took Broadway
    But I was out to enjoy the sights
    There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights
    I had one of the devil's own nights
    I'll never go there any more

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more

    I had walked but a block or two
    When up came a fellow and me he knew
    Then a policeman came walking by
    Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?"
    "Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he
    Said I, "He never laid hands on me!"
    "Get off the Bow'ry, you yep!" said he
    I'll never go there any more

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more

    I went into an auction store
    I never saw any thieves before
    First he sold me a pair of socks
    Then said he, "How much for the box"?
    Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three"
    He emptied the box and gave it to me
    "I sold you the box, not the socks," said he
    I'll never go there any more

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more

    I went into a concert hall
    I didn't have a good time at all
    Just the minute that I sat down
    Girls began singing "New Coon in Town"
    I got up mad and spoke out free
    "Somebody put that man out," said she
    A man called a bouncer attended to me
    I'll never go there anymore

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more

    I went into a barber shop
    He talked till I thought he would never stop
    I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood
    Clipped down my hair just as close as he could
    He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin
    Took off my whiskers and most of my chin
    That was the worst scrape I ever got in
    I'll never go there any more

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more

    I struck a place that they called a "dive"
    I was in luck to get out alive
    When the policeman heard my woes
    Saw my black eyes and my battered nose
    "You've been held up!" said the copper fly!
    "No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I
    Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why!
    I'll never go there any more

    The Bowery! the Bowery!
    They say such things and they do strange things
    On the Bowery! The Bowery!
    I'll never go there any more



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    Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd ((Adapted from: Can't Get It Out Of My Head (by Electric Light Orchestra) - 1974)) ((Italian Version: Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patti Pravo) - 1975)) Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Dirk Blanchart Performer(s): Dirk Blanchart - 1998



    Schreeuwen van de daken
    Het lijkt wel onder water
    Had ik je maar nooit gekend
    Alle blikken afgewend

    Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
    En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd

    't Regent alle dagen
    In mijn woestijn zonder water
    Drank vloeit er in overvloed
    Niet dat het er veel toe doet

    Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
    En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Nee nee nee

    Alles op zijn kop, zelfs de snelheid
    Van het licht verandert
    Alles op zijn tijd
    Alles op zijn tijd

    Had ik je maar nooit gekend
    Was ik maar in Dixieland

    Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
    En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd

    Nee ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    (Uit mijn lijf, uit mijn ziel
    Jij bent veel te veel promille
    Voor een vent die naar de sterren staart)
    Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
    En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
    Oh nee

    Alles op zijn kop en alles op zijn tijd



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fever (Aerosmith)
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    Fever
    Composer(s): Joe Perry; Steven Tyler
    Performer(s): Aerosmith



    I got a rip in my pants and a hole in my brand new shoes
    I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze

    chorus: I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

    Yeah they threw me outta jail I tell ya it ain't fair
    I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
    Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight

    The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse
    And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?

    chorus

    Fever gives ya lust with an appetite
    It hits ya like the fangs from a rattlesnake bite
    We're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight

    We can't run away from trouble
    There ain't no place that far
    But if we do it right at the speed of light
    There's the back seat of my car, caviar

    I was feelin' so high I forgot what day
    Now I'm feelin' low down even slow
    Seems way to fast And now the booze don't work
    'Cause the drugs ran out of gas

    chorus

    The buzz that you be gettin' from the
    Crack don't last
    I'd rather be O.D.in' on the
    Crack of her ass
    Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
    All there tonight

    My first time ever lover
    We fell asleep out on the lawn
    And when I woke up I was all alone
    Makin' love to the Crack of Dawn
    So yo, I beg yo pardon sir,
    The gangster of love rides again

    You know I gotta chill
    It gimme such a thrill
    Like a burnin' plague
    Yeah get outta my way

    Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear
    As long as I'm in heaven honey I don't care
    You look so good baby look so fine
    I tell you you're the image of a perfect crime
    You get so tired holdin' on so tight
    If you think you're goin' crazy
    Well you may be right

    chorus

    Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
    All there that's right




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    03-11-1973
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Bottle Let Me Down
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    Bottle Let Me Down
    Composer(s): Merle Haggard
    First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1966
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Each night I leave the barroom when it's over
    Not feeling any pain at closing time
    But tonite your memory found me much too sober
    Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind

    Tonite the bottle let me down
    And let your memory come around
    The one true friend I thought I'd found
    Tonite the bottle let me down

    I've always had a bottle I could turn to
    And lately I've been turning every day
    But the wine don't take effect the way it used to
    I'm hurtin' in that old familiar way

    Tonite the bottle let me down
    And let your memory come around
    The one true friend I thought I'd found
    Tonite the bottle let me down



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Can't Get It Out Of My Head
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    Can't Get It Out Of My Head Composer(s): Jeff Lynne First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists Versions In Other Languages: 1975 - Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patty Pravo) 1998 - Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd (by Dirk Blanchart)



    I saw the ocean's daughter Walking on a wave she came staring as she called my name And I can't get it out of my head no, I can't get it out of my head Now my old world is gone for dead 'cos I can't get it out of my head Breakdown on the shoreline can't move, it's an ebbtide Morning don't get here till night searching for her silver light And I can't get it out of my head no, I can't get it out of my head Now my old world is gone for dead 'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no Bank job in the city Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, they don't envy me, yeh Sitting till the sun goes down in dreams the world keep going round and round And I can't get it out of my head no, I can't get it out of my head Now my old world is gone for dead 'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no No, I can't get it out of my head no, I can't get it out of my head Now my old world is gone for dead 'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no



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    Tags:Electric Light Orchestra

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Feuilles-O
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    Feuilles-O
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel



    Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
    Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
    Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo
    Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang
    Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh

    Willie works as the garden man
    He plants trees, he burns leaves
    He makes money for himself
    Often I stop with his words on my mind
    Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?

    Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo
    Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang
    Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin ye oh, dans mizé moin yé oh




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    02-11-1973
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    The Bottle
    Composer(s): Pat Green
    Performer(s): Pat Green



    Now women and whiskey, they ain't the answer
    Lord, I just know that this is true
    But the way that I'm feeling, I just might be thinking
    Lord, tonight they just might have to do

    I've spent a lot of long and lonely nights in honky tonk taverns
    I was two fisted drinking, fighting back against the wall
    And I know it's a problem, a now-win situation
    But I can't seem to resist that old whiskey bar

    So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
    Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
    And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
    I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long

    Now me and my buddies, we got a lot in common
    We all wish that we could take time and just turn it around
    Take us back to the good lod days, hard work and cowboy ways
    Take us to a swingin' door saloon, this is what I'm gonna say

    So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
    Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
    And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
    I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long

    So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
    Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
    And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
    I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
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    Covered by multiple other artistsCan't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe Composer(s): Barry White First release by: Barry White - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists



    I’ve heard people say that
    Too much of anything is not good for you, baby
    But I don’t know about that
    As many times as we’ve loved
    We’ve shared love and made love
    It doesn’t seem to me like it’s enough
    There’s just not enough, baby
    There’s just not enough
    Oh, oh, baby
    Uh-uh

    My darling, I
    Can’t get enough of your love, babe
    Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why
    I can’t get enough of your love, babe

    Oh, some things I can’t get used to
    No matter how I try
    It’s like the more you give, the more I want
    And baby, that’s no lie, oh, no, babe

    Tell me, what can I say, what am I gonna do
    How should I feel when everything is you
    What kind of love is this that you’re givin’ me
    Is it in your kiss or just because you’re sweet

    Girl, all I know
    Is every time you’re here
    I feel the change
    Somethin’ moves
    I scream your name
    Look what you got me doin’

    Darling, I
    Can’t get enough of your love, babe
    Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
    I can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, no, babe

    Girl, if I can only make you see
    And make you understand
    Girl, your love for me is all I need
    And more than I can stand, oh, well, babe

    How can I explain all the things I feel
    You’ve given me so much, girl, you’re so unreal
    Still I keep loving you more and more each time
    Girl, what am I gonna do because you’re blowin’ my mind

    I get the same old feelin’
    Every time you’re here
    I feel the change
    Somethin’ moves
    I scream your name
    Look what you got me doin’

    Darling, I
    Can’t get enough of your love, babe
    Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
    I can’t get enough of your love, babe

    Oh, my darling, I
    Can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, babe
    Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why
    I can’t get enough of your love, babe

    Darling, I
    Can’t get enough of your love, babe



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    Tags:Barry White

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