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  • 31-01-1974
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    Cowboy In The Continental Suit
    Composer(s): Marty Robbins
    Performer(s): Marty Robbins; Chris LeDoux



    Well, he walks out in the arena, all dressed up to the brim
    Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
    Well, he said he came to ride the horse, the one they call The Brute
    But he didn’t look like a cowboy in his continental suit

    We sniggered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
    He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadn’t heard
    A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuse
    A meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute

    The horse that he was looking for was in shoot number eight
    He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate
    We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes
    From the inside pocket of his continental suit

    Well, he rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there
    Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
    We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
    Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate

    The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
    He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horses neck
    And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute
    Sat like he was born there in his continental suit

    The Brute’s hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground
    Kicking and a-squealing, trying to shake the stranger down
    But the stranger didn’t give an inch, he came to ride The Brute
    And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit

    Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
    He said “I don’t believe the crazy things I think I see
    But I think I see the outlaw, the one they call The Brute
    Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit”

    The Brute came to a standstill, ashamed that he’d been rode
    By a city cowboy in some continental clothes
    The stranger took his money then we don’t know where he went
    We don’t know where he came from and we haven’t seen him since

    The moral of this story – never judge by what they wear
    Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
    Everybody listen, don’t be fooled by this galoot
    This sure enough broke buster in a continental suit



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carabelas Nada
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    Carabelas Nada Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez; Liliana Vitale



    Chico Buarque tiene puestos
    los anteojos que deje sobre
    un cuaderno con su rostro
    iluminando el cuarto
    algo entrando en la mañana
    carabelas de la nada
    carabelas nada

    Chocan, se hacen trizas en el aire
    lo del tango es una idea que me toca aunque no quiera
    una chica sube a un taxi
    Caballito, Buenos Aires
    muere un tipo en Mataderos
    un disparo en un aguante

    Y esto no deja de ser una canción
    desde el alma
    sol, que me calma

    Hoy pare con la botella
    todos saben lo difícil que es zafarse de ella
    ella tiene un par de piernas mas largas que vieras
    y hace que tu corazón parezca que aun siguiera
    tango que me hiciste mal y sin embargo te quiero
    quiero sepultar
    la vieron a tu vieja con un pan de Hash
    vendiéndole a los negros en la calle Montparnase

    Y esto no deja de ser una canción
    desde el alma
    sol, que me calma





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Firefly (Tony Bennett)
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    Firefly
    Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh - Cy Coleman
    Performer(s): Tony Bennett



    I call her firefly, 'cause, oh my
    She radiates moon glow
    Wants none of that noon glow
    She starts to glitter when the sun goes down

    By eight p.m., it's mayhem
    She switches the brights up
    Lights up and gives me a call
    "Hey, take me to the fireflies ball"

    But when I get her there, set her there
    Do I get to pet her there and grab me some glow?
    No, she's a gad-about, mad about lurin' ev'ry lad about
    While leavin' me moanin' low

    Oh firefly, why can't I latch on to you no how?
    Oh how I love you, but gee
    While you set the night on fire, fly
    Shine a little light on me



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    30-01-1974
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    The Covered Wagon Rolled Right Along
    Composer(s): Hy Heath - Britt Wood
    Performer(s): Spike Jones
    and multiple other artists



    The covered wagon rolled right along
    While the pioneers gave out a happy song
    Sue and Pappy did the drivin'
    Mammy cooked and kept us thrivin'
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    We left Kentucky on the tenth of May
    Pappy said, "I'll see that we eat every day
    Mammy, you just grease the skillet
    If we some food, I'll just kill it"
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    We crossed the Reservation of the Sioux
    While the Indians stood and watched us passin' through
    Not a redskin dared to trifle
    While old Pappy had his rifle
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    For clothes we had to skin the buffalo
    But when winter came and brought the ice and snow
    Pappy's pants ran out of leather
    Mammy prayed for milder weather
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    At playin poker Pappy won his fame
    Once he got an Indian Chief into a game
    Pappy wound up with four deuces
    And a squaw with six papooses
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    Pappy sold the mules and then went on a spree
    And he said, "At last I have my liberty"
    Mammy said, "Cut out your braggin'"
    As she hitched him to the wagon
    And the covered wagon rolled right along

    At last Old California came in view
    And we realised with hardship we were through
    Ma and Sue are lucky creatures
    Pappy's makin' western features
    And the covered wagon rolled right along



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carabela
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    Carabela Composer(s): Graciela Olmos Performer(s): Javier Solís and multiple other artists



    Estoy en el puente de mi carabela
    y llevo mi alma prendida al timón
    Un soplo de amores empuja mi vela
    y zarpo cantando y zarpo cantando
    divina canción

    Ni marco mi ruta ni llevo camino
    por donde mi nave ha de navegar
    Yo sé que sin rumbo me lleva el destino
    y será un día mi nave, será un día mi nave
    la reina del mar

    Que marque mi ruta el ave que vuela
    la estrella errante o el raudo ciclón
    Yo quiero ver limpia mi fúlgida estrella
    y será un día mi nave, será un día mi nave
    la diosa del mar





    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Firecracker
    Composer(s): Ricardo Williams
    Performer(s): Mass Production



    So-so-so good
    Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

    Her name is Sophelia
    And she is my fly
    I call her Firecracker
    And that’s no lie

    A real poppin’ lady, yeah
    So soft and so pretty
    And when I get around her, yeah
    I can’t wait to be dirty, oh, mama sita

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Firecracker

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Firecracker

    So-so-so good
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

    I saw her in motion, yeah
    And her smile is so fine (So fine, so fine, so fine)
    Instant love potion, yeah
    Just oozed through my mind (My mind, my mind, my mind)

    I love to see her boogie, yeah, yeah
    She two steps so fine
    She’s such a lovely lady, lady, lady
    I’m so glad she’s mine, oh, mama sita

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Firecracker

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Fire

    Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

    So-so-so good
    So-so-so good

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Woo
    Get enough, get enough
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Burnin’ up, burnin’ up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Firecracker

    Burning up, burning up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Firecracker

    Burning up, burning up
    Can’t seem to get enough of you
    Get enough, get enough
    Fire

    So-so-so good
    So-so-so good
    Yeah

    So-so-so good
    So-so-so good
    Yeah, yeah, yeah...

    Firecracker come dance for me
    I just like to see the way you move
    Firecracker come dance for me
    I just like to see the way you move

    Firecracker come dance for me
    I just like to see the way you move
    Firecracker come dance for me
    I just like to see the way you move, yeah




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    29-01-1974
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    The Cover of "Rolling Stone" ((aka On the Cover Of The Music City News (Buck Owens) - 1974))
    ((Danish Version: Søndags B.T. (Eddie Skoller) - 1974))
    Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
    First release by: Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - 1972
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it
    Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
    Hey, Ray!
    Hey, Sugar!
    Tell them who we are...

    Well, we're big rock singers
    We've got golden fingers
    And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
    We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
    For ten-thousand dollars a show (right)
    We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
    But the thrill we've never known
    Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone

    (Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
    (Stone)Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah)
    (Stone)Wanna see my smilin' face
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone (that's a very, very, good idea)

    I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy
    Who embroideries on my jeans
    I got my poor old grey haired daddy
    Drivin' my limosine
    Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
    But our minds won't really be blown
    Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone

    (Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover
    (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah)
    (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone

    (Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!)

    (Ah, that's beautiful)

    We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
    Who do anything we say
    We got a genuine Indian Guru
    Who's teaching us a better way
    We got all the friends that money can buy
    So we never have to be alone
    And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone

    (Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
    (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
    (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone
    On the cover of the Rolling Stone

    (Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby)
    (We're beautiful people)
    (I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover
    (Fresh shot, right up front, man)
    (I can see it now, we'll be up on the front)
    (Smilin', man... ahh, beautiful!)



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    Carabat Composer(s): Laurent Chalumeau - Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc



    L'hiver est doux quand sur un long lit Son élan me dit tout qui vaille Qu'il est bon de se sentir en vie Tant pis si c'est un feu de paille Elle a Les airs de Venise Et la Gráce qui divinisent Les lascives marquises de Carabat Puis le temps pass' et toujours dit-on En passant affadit l'amour Comme je ris, des superstitions Et pour moi au comme premier jour Elle a Les façon éprises Et l'attitude évasive Des latines marquises de Carabat Son cœur toujours à amadouer L'aimer un défi qui m'effare Mais pour moi, dussé-je m'y brûler Rien d'autre ne peut compter car Elle a Brûlé mes valises Et là Désolé ladies Mais l'amour fou m'électrise à Carabat Elle a Brûlé mes valises Et là Partout qu'on le dise J'ai l'amour d'une marquise de Carabat



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Fireball XL-5
    Composer(s): Barry Gray
    Performer(s): Flee-Rekkers;
    and various other artists



    I wish I was a space man
    The fastest guy alive
    I'd fly you round the universe
    In Fireball XL-5
    Way out in space together
    Compass of the sky
    My heart would be a fireball
    A fireball
    Everytime I gazed into your starry eyes

    We'd take the path to Jupiter
    And maybe very soon
    We'd cruise along the Milky Way
    And land upon the moon
    To our wonderland of stardust
    We'll zoom our way to Mars
    My heart would be a fireball
    A fireball
    If you would be my Venus of the stars




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    28-01-1974
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    The Court of King Caractacus
    Composer(s): Rolf Harris
    Performer(s): Rolf Harris; The Irish Descendants



    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    All together, now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    All together, now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by
    Now the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces
    of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, were just passing by

    Now if you want to take some pictures of the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches
    of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus...

    ... you're too late! Because they've just... passed... by!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara Mia
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    Cara Mia ((Finnish Version: Cara Mia (Matti & Teppo) - 1976)) Composer(s): Mantovani - Bunny Lewis First release by: David Whitfield & The Mantovani Orch. - 1954 Covered by multiple other artists



    Cara Mia why, must we say goodbye?
    Each time we part, my heart wants to die

    My darling hear my prayer, Cara Mia fair
    Here are my arms you alone will share

    All I want is you forever more
    To have, to hold, to love, adore

    Cara Mia mine, say those words devine
    I'll be your love till the end of time

    All I want is you forever more
    To have, to hold, to love, adore

    Cara Mia mine say those words devine
    I'll be your love till the end of time





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    Tags:David Whitfield

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    Fire Baby, I'm On Fire
    Composer(s): Andy Kim
    Performer(s): Andy Kim



    You feel just like a woman should
    The night will soon be dawn
    You make me feel just like a man should
    What we're doin' just can't be wrong

    It burns me like a fire
    Sweet pain don't let me go
    Ah, you take me so much higher
    Than I've ever been before

    Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
    Take me now
    Got to have your love right now

    Fire, baby, I'm on fire
    Oh, you are the good times that I know
    Higher, baby, take me higher
    And better times I'll never know

    The sun will soon be shinin'
    Won't shine on me alone
    Cause I have you here, my darlin'
    To call my very own

    Lord knows I must be dreamin'
    Ah, nothing feels this good
    You've given me a feelin'
    Like no other woman could

    Baby, babe, I want you, oh, my babe, ooh
    Take me now
    Got to have your love right now

    Fire, baby, I'm on fire
    Oh, you are the good times that I know
    Higher, baby, take me higher
    And better times I'll never know

    Baby, babe, oh, baby, babe
    Oh, babe, b-b-b-b- baby, baby, baby




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    27-01-1974
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    The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands
    Composer(s): Gene de Paul - Johnny Mercer
    Performer(s): Shelly Manne
    and multiple other artists



    Them city folks and friends
    Are pretty much alike
    Though they ain't used to living in the sticks
    We don't like stone or cement
    But we is in agreement
    When we get started talking politics

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The treasury says the national debt
    Is climbing to the sky
    And government expenditures
    Have never been so high
    It makes a fellow get a
    Gleam of pride when they decide
    To see how our economy expands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    You oughtta hear the senate
    When their drawing up a bill
    Where asses and dimwits are crowded in each conisil (sp.)
    Such legal terminology
    Would give your heart a thrill
    There's phrases there that no one understands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    The building boom, they say
    Is getting bigger every day
    And when I asked a feller
    How could everybody pay
    He come up with an answer
    That made everything okay
    Supplies are getting greater than demands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    Don't you believe them congressmen
    And senators are dumb
    When they run into problems
    That is tough to overcome
    They just declare something
    They call the moritorium
    The upper and the lower house dismans
    The country's in the very best of hands

    Fox Motors is connected to the nominee
    The nominee's connected to the treasury
    When he ain't connected to the treasury
    He sits around on his thigh bone

    He sits around in his fancy car
    This big congressional parking lot
    Just sits around on the you know what
    'Cause there they calls it their thigh bone

    Them bones, them bones
    Gonna rise again
    Gonna excercise a franchise again
    Gonna tax us up to our eyes again
    When he gets them off of their thigh bone

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The farm bill should be
    Eight-nine percent paroty
    And all their fellow recommends
    It should be mound at three
    But eighty, ninety-five percent who cares about decree
    It's paroty that no one understands
    The county's in the very best of hands

    Them GOP's and democrats
    Each hates the other one
    They's always criticizing
    How the country should be run
    But neither tell the public
    What the others gone and done
    As long as no one knows
    Where no one stands
    The country's in the very best of hands

    They sits around and just place their ass
    Where folks in congress has always sat
    Just sits around on their excess bag
    Up there they calls it their thigh bone

    They sits around till they starts to snore
    Jumps up and hollers
    I has the floor
    Then sits right down where they sats before
    Up there they calls it their thigh bone

    Them bones, them bones
    Gonna cross again
    So dignified and so wise again
    While the budget doubles in size again
    When it gets them off of their thigh bone

    The country's in the very best of hands
    The best of hands
    The best of hands

    The money that they taxes us
    That's known as revenues
    They compound up collaterals
    Subtracts the residue

    Don't worry about the principal
    And interest it encrues
    They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands
    The country's in the very best of hands



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara Italia
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    Cara Italia
    Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



    Dire qu'il a fallu mille Dante
    Pour dire ta splandeur
    Et mille Botticelli
    Pour peindre tes couleurs
    Belle Italie
    On a beau vivre loin de toi
    On n'oublie pas ton charme d'autrefois

    Mais tes nuits si belles
    Ont troqué leur dentelle
    Pour un manteau de peur
    Pour un manteau de peur
    On tremble dans tes rues
    Et les chansons se sont tues
    Sous tes balcons en fleurs
    Sous tes balcons en fleurs

    Mia cara Italia
    Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
    Ça n'te ressemble pas
    Ce masque de violence
    Mia cara Italia
    Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
    Tes amoureux
    Rêvent encore de romance

    Dire que tout au long de ma vie
    J'ai gardé ta douceur
    Au fond de moi comme une nostalgie
    Belle Italie... pourquoi tant d'ironie
    Au moindre mot... qui veut toucher ton coeur

    Est-ce vraiment stupide
    En ces temps fratricides
    De te parler d'amour
    De te parler d'amour
    De se faire une fête
    Quand un refrain s'entête
    À chanter les beaux jours
    À chanter les beaux jours

    Mia cara Italia
    Qu'est-ce qu'il t'arrive la
    Ça n'te ressemble pas
    Ce masque de violence
    Mia cara Italia
    Fais que sous ton ciel bleu
    Tes amoureux
    Rêvent encore de romance

    Mia cara Italia...





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fire To Ice
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    Fire To Ice
    Composer(s): Billy MacKenzie
    Performer(s): Associates



    So summer came and warmed our smile
    We talked too much and all the while
    You know that love can turn so fast
    I should have known it wouldn't last

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    So winter came broke every rule
    Kiss me goodbye strawberry fool and love can burn from fire to ice
    I never could take good advice

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
    You're so sure and at ease with yourself
    Now you're stronger and need me no more
    Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
    At the risk of repeating myself
    What's the point of defeating yourself
    Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

    Wo wo wo wo still you go on testing me
    Wo wo wo wo it's not the way it's meant to be

    Now you're feeling so pleased with yourself
    You're so sure and at ease with yourself
    Now you're stronger and need me no more
    Days are longer and I'm feeling sore
    At the risk of repeating myself
    What's the point of defeating yourself
    Don't you know you're just cheating (oh well)

    So summer came
    So summer came




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    26-01-1974
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    The Core
    Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Marcy Levy
    Performer(s): Eric Clapton



    Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me
    Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me
    There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury
    There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry

    Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart
    And down at my core is the hottest part
    I can run without fear

    If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite
    Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight
    No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea
    'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me

    It is burning
    It is burning

    You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow
    I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow
    Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind
    You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime"

    Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart
    And down at the core is the hottest part
    We can run without fear

    It is burning
    It is burning



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cara A Cara
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    Cara A Cara
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque



    Tenho um peito de lata
    E um nó de gravata
    No coração
    Tenho uma vida sensata
    Sem emoção
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não paro pra nada
    Não presto atenção
    Nos versos desta canção
    Inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho
    Serve mais um vinho
    Bota vento no moinho
    Bota pra correr
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara
    Bota lenha na fornalha
    Põe fogo na palha
    Bota fogo na batalha
    Bota pra ferver
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara

    Tenho um metro quadrado
    Um olho vidrado
    E a televisão
    Tenho um sorriso comprado
    A prestação
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não paro pra nada
    Não presto atenção
    Nas cordas desse violão
    Inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho ...

    Tenho o passo marcado
    O rumo traçado sem discussão
    Tenho um encontro marcado
    Com a solidão
    Tenho uma pressa danada
    Não moro do lado
    Não me chamo João
    Não gosto nem digo que não
    É inútil

    Tira a pedra do caminho ...

    Vou correndo, vou-me embora
    Faço um bota-fora
    Pega um lenço agita e chora
    Cumpre o seu dever
    Bota força nessa coisa
    Que se a coisa pára
    A gente fica cara a cara
    Cara a cara cara a cara
    Com o que não quer ver





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Fire On The Mountain
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    Fire On The Mountain
    Composer(s): George McCorkle
    Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band;
    Candy Coburn; George McCorkle



    Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
    Had dreams about the west and started to roam
    Six long months on a dust covered trail
    They say heaven's at the end
    But so far it's been hell

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    We were digging and shifting from five to five
    Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
    Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
    Sinning was the big thin Lord
    And satan was the star

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    Dance hall girls were the evening treat
    Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
    Men were shot down for the sake of fun
    Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

    Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
    Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
    Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
    All for a useless and no good worthless claim

    And there's fire on the mountain
    Lightening in the air
    Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there




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    25-01-1974
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    The Conversation
    Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



    Hank let's talk about your daddy
    Tell me how your momma loved that man
    Well just break out a bottle hoss
    I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

    We won't talk about the habits
    Just the music and the man
    (That's All)

    Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
    Did your daddy really write all them songs
    (Did He?)
    That don't deserve no answer hoss
    Let's light up and just move along
    Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
    Or about the man who done her wrong
    (You know that)

    Yeah back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Now the ones that called him crazy
    Lord, are still riding on his name

    Well if he was here right now Bocefus
    Would he think that we were right
    (Do you think he might?)
    Don't you know he would Waltalja
    Be right here by our sides
    If we left for a show in Grover
    He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
    (That's wantin' to go hoss)

    Wherever he is I hope he's happy
    You know I hope he's doing well
    (Yes I do)
    He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
    And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
    I won't ask you no more questions
    Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

    Well back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
    And that caused his greatest pain

    Let me tell you about lovesick
    How Miss Audrey loved that man
    You know I've always loved to listen
    So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
    Know when we get right down to it
    Still the most wanted outlaw in the land



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    The Conversation
    Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.



    Hank let's talk about your daddy
    Tell me how your momma loved that man
    Well just break out a bottle hoss
    I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

    We won't talk about the habits
    Just the music and the man
    (That's All)

    Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
    Did your daddy really write all them songs
    (Did He?)
    That don't deserve no answer hoss
    Let's light up and just move along
    Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
    Or about the man who done her wrong
    (You know that)

    Yeah back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Now the ones that called him crazy
    Lord, are still riding on his name

    Well if he was here right now Bocefus
    Would he think that we were right
    (Do you think he might?)
    Don't you know he would Waltalja
    Be right here by our sides
    If we left for a show in Grover
    He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
    (That's wantin' to go hoss)

    Wherever he is I hope he's happy
    You know I hope he's doing well
    (Yes I do)
    He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
    And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
    I won't ask you no more questions
    Cuz there stories only Hank can tell

    Well back then they called him crazy
    Now a days they call him a saint
    Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
    And that caused his greatest pain

    Let me tell you about lovesick
    How Miss Audrey loved that man
    You know I've always loved to listen
    So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
    Know when we get right down to it
    Still the most wanted outlaw in the land



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