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  • 06-10-1974
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    The Greatest Man I Never Knew
    Composer(s): Richard Leigh - Layng Martine Jr.
    Performer(s): Benny Neyman & Toni Willé



    The greatest man I never knew
    Lived just down the hall
    And everyday we said hello
    But never touched at all
    He was in his paper
    I was in my room
    How was I to know
    He thought I hung the moon

    The greatest man I never knew
    Came home late every night
    He never had too much to say
    Too much was on his mind
    I never really knew him
    And now it seems so sad
    Everything he gave to us
    Took all he had

    Then the days turned to years
    And the memories to black and white
    He grew cold like an old winter wind
    Blowing across my life

    The greatest words I never heard
    I guess I’ll never hear
    The man I thought could never die
    ‘s Been dead almost a year
    He was good at business
    There was business left to do
    He never said he loved me
    Guess he thought I knew



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    People Such As These ((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Fabien Passant - Bruno Bouchegnies - Lydia Ruddy Performer(s): The Walkabouts - 2001

    Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List) 1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen) 1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber) 2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    To begin, to begin, there is the first born
    He who is like a melon
    He who has a big nose
    He who doesn't know his name
    Because he drinks a lot
    And he's been drunk-- for a long time
    Does nothing with ten fingers
    He can do no more than that
    Completely cooked
    Sees himself as king
    Drunk every night
    On rotgut wine
    But you'll find him in the morning
    Sleeping in a church
    Stiff as a board
    White like the dove of Easter
    Sitting and stuttering
    Bleary eyed
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We do not think
    We do not think
    We only pray

    And then there is another
    With carrots in his hair
    Who never saw a wig a scamp with ticks
    Gives the shirt off his back
    To the happy poor
    He who married Denise
    A girl from the town
    Actually from another town
    And it's not finished

    He does his little business
    With his little hat
    His little coat, his little car
    Wants us to believe, he has style
    But he has none at all
    We shouldn't play rich
    When we don't have the money
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We don't live, sir
    We don't live, we trick

    And then there are the others
    The mother who says nothing
    Or spews, anything at all
    From evening to morning
    From beneath her pretty face
    Face like an apostle
    And in the wood frame
    The mustache of the father
    He who died in a fall
    He who watches his flock
    Graze on their cold soup
    He who makes big slurrps
    And now we see one of the very old

    One who doesn't stop shaking
    To whom nobody listens
    Though it's she who holds the cash
    But nobody listens
    To what her poor poor hands say
    It must be said, sir
    People such as these
    We don't speak, sir
    People such as these
    We just calculate

    And then and then
    And then there's Frida
    Beautiful like the sun
    Who loves me the same
    Who I love, Frida
    Even though we often said
    We would own a house
    With many windows
    And few walls
    That we would live there
    And it'd be the good life
    Of course none of it was sure thing
    At best there was a small chance
    Because the others didn't want it
    'Cause the others didn't want it
    The others they talk like this
    They say she's too pretty for me
    They say I am only good enough
    To slit the throats of cats
    But I've never killed cats
    Or at least if I did, it was long ago
    Or maybe I just forgot
    Yes, if I did, it's because they stunk
    No, in the end they didn't want it
    No, in the end they didn't want it

    Sometimes when we meet
    We act like it's a coincidence
    And with teary eyes
    She says she'll leave
    She says she'll follow me
    And for one moment
    Only one moment
    That's what I believe
    Just for one moment
    That's what I believe
    Because from people such as these
    We do not escape
    Because from people such as these
    We do not escape
    I gotta go, I gotta go
    I gotta go



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    Fortune Teller
    Performer(s): Bobby Curtola



    Went to the fortune teller
    To have my fortune read
    I didn't what to tell her
    I had a dizzy feeling in my head

    Said she'd take a look at my palm
    Said "Son do you feel kind of warm?"
    And she looked into her crystal ball
    Said "You're in love"

    Said it could not be so
    Not with all the girls I know
    Said when the next one arrives
    Looking into her eyes

    I left there in a hurry
    Much to my big surprise
    The next thing I discovered
    The fortune teller told me lies

    So I ran back to that woman
    Mad as I could be
    Told her I didn't see nobody
    How she made a fool out of me

    At last something shook me
    As if it came down from above
    And now the fortune teller
    And I fell in love




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    05-10-1974
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    The Greatest Love Of All
    Composer(s): Michael Masser - Linda Creed
    First release by: George Benson - 1977
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I believe the children are our future
    Teach them well and let them lead the way
    Show them all the beauty they posses inside
    Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
    Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

    Everybody seaching for a hero
    People need someone to look up to
    I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs
    A lonely place to be, so I learned to depend on me

    I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow
    If I failed, if I succeed, at least I lived as I believed
    No matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity

    Because the greatest Love of all is happening to me
    I found the greatest love of all inside of me

    The greatest love of all
    Is easy to achieve learning to love yourself
    it is the greatest love of all

    And if by chance that special place that you've been dreaming of
    Leads you to a lonely place find you strength



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    Dat Soort Volk ((aka Dit Slag Volk ((Herman van Veen) - 1970))
    ((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena
    Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber)
    2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
    2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    Je hebt je hebt de oudste broer
    Zo'n vale, kale vent
    Stom als een mallemoer
    Die z'n eigen naam niet kent
    Die drinkt zoveel, meneer
    En die is zo vaak lam
    Dat 'ie zo ongeveer
    Niet ene moer meer kan
    Hij is volslagen maf
    Maar vindt zichzelf een heer
    Hij is elke avond zat
    Van wijn als kattepis
    En 's morgens zit 'ie mat
    Te maffen in de mis
    Stijf als een eiken bint
    Als 'n altaarkaars zo geel
    Hij stottert als een kind
    En hij is ook nog scheel
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Denkt niet na, meneer
    Dat denkt niet na
    Dat bidt

    En dan die andere broer:
    Z'n peenhaar heeft misschien
    Nog nooit een kam gezien
    En hij 's vals als een hoer
    Al geeft 'ie de armen dan
    De hemden van z'n gat
    Hij is getrouwd met An
    Zo'n meisje uit de stad
    Nou ja een andere stad
    Maar da's hem niet genoeg
    Hij scharrelt heel wat af
    Met actetas en das
    Dophoed en winterjas
    In z'n opgepoetste Daf
    Hij doet graag reuze sjiek
    Maar is het voor geen cent:
    Nou, als je 'n stuiver bent
    Speel dan niet voor een piek!
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Leeft niet echt, meneer
    Dat leeft niet echt
    Dat knoeit

    En dan de rest van 't stel:
    De moeder die stom lacht
    Of raaskalt als de hel
    Daarboven dag en nacht
    Besnord, bebaard, verstard
    Papa's vergeeld portret
    Hij stierf aan een zwak hart
    Bij 'n vreemde vrouw in bed
    Nu kijkt hij hoe z'n schaar
    Slurpt van de koude pap
    Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp
    Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp
    En die stokouwe vrouw
    Die altijd trilt en beeft
    Ze denken: sterf maar gauw
    Omdat zij centen heeft
    Ze zijn niet eens meer stil
    Als zij wat zeggen wil
    Zeg nou zelf, meneer
    Dat soort volk, meneer
    Praat nooit echt, meneer
    Dat praat nooit echt
    Dat telt

    En dan en dan en dan is er nog Jan
    Blij als een lentewei
    En hij houdt echt van mij
    Zoals ik hou van Jan
    En Jan zegt vaak: ik zal
    Een huis gaan bouwen, meid
    Met ramen overal
    En kamers, groot en wijd
    Daarin ga ik met jou
    Fijn wonen, zal je zien
    En al is 't nog niet gauw
    Het komt toch wel misschien
    Want de anderen willen 't niet
    De anderen willen 't niet
    Die zeggen strijk en zet:
    Jan is te goed voor jou:
    Ze vinden mij maar net
    Een kattemeppersvrouw
    'k Heb nooit een kat gevild
    Of 't moet lang geleden zijn
    Of 'k had het niet gewild
    Maar 't beest stonk naar azijn
    Nou ja, ze willen 't niet
    Nou ja, ze willen 't niet

    Als wij elkaar soms zien
    (Da's dan geen toeval hoor!)
    Dan zegt Jan: Meid, misschien
    Gaan wij er wel vandoor!
    Dan zegt 'ie: ik loop weg
    En dan heel eventjes
    Heel eventjes maar hoor
    Geloof ik wat hij zegt
    Meneer, heel eventjes
    Heel eventjes maar hoor
    Want weet u, dat soort volk, meneer
    Dat loopt niet weg
    Dat loopt niet weg, meneer
    Dat loopt niet weg

    Maar 't wordt al laat, meneer
    En ik moet echt naar huis



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    Fortune In Dreams
    Composer(s): Karl Raymond; Hal Stanley
    Performer(s): Kay Starr



    I've got a fortune
    A fortune in dreams
    That's how I measure
    My treasure of schemes

    I'm never poor
    If I can pretend
    I wouldn't take a million
    For the dreams that I spend

    With only daydreams to keep me at night
    I get along and I'm doin' alright

    I haven't got a bankful
    But I'm thankful to say
    I've got a fortune in dreams put away
    I've got a fortune in dreams

    I've got a fortune
    A fortune in dreams
    That's how I measure
    My treasure of schemes

    I'm never poor
    Not if I can pretend
    And I wouldn't take a million
    For the dreams that I spend

    With only daydreams to keep me at night
    I get along and I'm doin' alright

    I've leaned to love the
    Things in life that money can't buy
    That's why I see the sun
    And not the clouds up in the sky

    I haven't got a bankful
    But I'm thankful to say
    I've got a fortune in dreams put away
    I've got a fortune in dreams!




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    04-10-1974
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    Greatest
    Composer(s): Don Schlitz
    Performer(s): Kenny Rogers



    Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat
    Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball
    And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
    The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground

    Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred
    Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again
    And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
    The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground

    He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers

    Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
    Says, "I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one more time
    And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
    The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three

    Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball
    Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
    Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!"



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    Ces Gens-Là Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List) 1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen) 1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber) 2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts) 2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)



    D'abord il y a l'aîné
    Lui qui est comme un melon
    Lui qui a un gros nez
    Lui qui sait plus son nom
    Monsieur tellement qui boit
    Ou tellement qu'il a bu
    Qui fait rien de ses dix doigts
    Mais lui qui n'en peut plus
    Lui qui est complètement cuit
    Et qui se prend pour le roi
    Qui se saoule toutes les nuits
    Avec du mauvais vin
    Mais qu'on retrouve matin
    Dans l'église qui roupille
    Raide comme une saillie
    Blanc comme un cierge de Pâques
    Et puis qui balbutie
    Et qui a l'œil qui divague
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne pense pas Monsieur
    On ne pense pas on prie

    Et puis, il y a l'autre
    Des carottes dans les cheveux
    Qu'a jamais vu un peigne
    Ouest méchant comme une teigne
    Même qu'il donnerait sa chemise
    A des pauvres gens heureux
    Qui a marié la Denise
    Une fille de la ville
    Enfin d'une autre ville
    Et que c'est pas fini
    Qui fait ses petites affaires
    Avec son petit chapeau
    Avec son petit manteau
    Avec sa petite auto
    Qu'aimerait bien avoir l'air
    Mais qui n'a pas l'air du tout
    Faut pas jouer les riches
    Quand on n'a pas le sou
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne vit pas Monsieur
    On ne vit pas on triche

    Et puis, il y a les autres
    La mère qui ne dit rien
    Ou bien n'importe quoi
    Et du soir au matin
    Sous sa belle gueule d'apôtre
    Et dans son cadre en bois
    Il y a la moustache du père
    Qui est mort d'une glissade
    Et qui recarde son troupeau
    Bouffer la soupe froide
    Et ça fait des grands flchss
    Et ça fait des grands flchss
    Et puis il y a la toute vieille
    Qu'en finit pas de vibrer
    Et qu'on attend qu'elle crève
    Vu que c'est elle qu'a l'oseille
    Et qu'on écoute même pas
    Ce que ses pauvres mains racontent
    Faut vous dire Monsieur
    Que chez ces gens-là
    On ne cause pas Monsieur
    On ne cause pas on compte

    Et puis et puis
    Et puis il y a Frida
    Qui est belle comme un soleil
    Et qui m'aime pareil
    Que moi j'aime Frida
    Même qu'on se dit souvent
    Qu'on aura une maison
    Avec des tas de fenêtres
    Avec presque pas de murs
    Et qu'on vivra dedans
    Et qu'il fera bon y être
    Et que si c'est pas sûr
    C'est quand même peut-être
    Parce que les autres veulent pas
    Parce que les autres veulent pas
    Les autres ils disent comme ça
    Qu'elle est trop belle pour moi
    Que je suis tout juste bon
    A égorger les chats
    J'ai jamais tué de chats
    Ou alors y a longtemps
    Ou bien j'ai oublié
    Ou ils sentaient pas bon
    Enfin ils ne veulent pas
    Parfois quand on se voit
    Semblant que c'est pas exprès
    Avec ses yeux mouillants
    Elle dit qu'elle partira
    Elle dit qu'elle me suivra
    Alors pour un instant
    Pour un instant seulement
    Alors moi je la crois Monsieur
    Pour un instant
    Pour un instant seulement
    Parce que chez ces gens-là
    Monsieur on ne s'en va pas
    On ne s'en va pas Monsieur
    On ne s'en va pas
    Mais il est tard Monsieur
    Il faut que je rentre chez moi



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    Fortunate Son
    French Title: Fils De Personne
    Composer(s): John C. Fogerty
    Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival



    Some folks are born to wave the flag
    Ooh, they're red, white and blue
    And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
    Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
    It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
    Yeah!

    Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
    Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
    But when the taxman comes to the door
    Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
    It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

    Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
    Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
    And when you ask them, "How much should we give?
    "Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh

    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
    It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one
    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no




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    03-10-1974
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    Great White Buffalo
    Composer(s): Ted Nugent
    Performer(s): Ted Nugent



    Well, listen everybody
    to what I got to say
    There's hope for tomorrow
    Ooh, we're workin' on today
    Well, it happened long time ago
    in the new magic land
    The Indian and the buffalo
    they existed hand in hand...
    The Indian needed food
    he needed skins for a roof
    But he only took what they needed, baby
    Millions of buffalo were the proof
    Yeah, it's all right
    But then came the white man
    with his thick and empty head
    He couldn't see past the billfold
    he wanted all the buffalo dead
    It was sad... It was sad
    Oh yeah... yes indeed
    Oh yes
    it happened a long time ago, baby
    In the new magic land
    See, the Indian and the buffalo
    they existed hand in hand
    The Indians, they needed some food
    and some skins for a roof
    They only took what they needed, baby
    millions of buffalo were the proof, yeah
    But then came the white dogs
    with their thick and empty heads
    They couldn't see past the billfold
    they wanted all the buffalo dead
    Everything was so sad
    When I looked above the canyon wall
    some strong eyes did I see
    I think it's somebody comin' around
    to save my ass, baby
    I think... I think he's comin' around
    to save you and me
    Boys...
    I said, above the canyon wall...
    strong eyes did glow
    It was the leader of the land, baby
    Oh My God
    The Great White Buffalo...
    Look Out!!!! Look Out!!!!!!!
    Well, he got the battered herd
    He led 'em cross the land
    With the Great White Buffalo
    they gonna make a final stand
    The Great White Buffalo
    comin' around to make a final stand
    Well, look out here he comes
    The great white buffalo, baby
    The Great White Buffalo...
    Look out, here he comes
    He's doin' all right
    Makin' everything all right
    Yeah, yeah, yeah...



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    Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou ((Adapted from: Cervo A Primavera (Riccardo Cocciante) - 1980)) Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol - Leo Driessen - Han Kooreneef Performer(s): Marco Borsato - 1995



    Ik leef niet meer voor jou
    Voorbij zijn alle jaren
    Waarin ik heb geloofd
    Dat wij gelukkig waren
    En nu het leven weer van mij is
    Mijn hart sinds lange tijd weer vrij is
    Ben ik zo blij dat het voorbij is, oh oh

    Ik leef niet meer voor jou
    Je hoeft niet te proberen
    Om hier te blijven staan
    En mij te domineren
    Ik heb teveel moeten verduren
    Ik heb genoeg van al je kuren
    Dus is het tijd je weg te sturen
    oh oh oh oh oh

    Ik leef niet meer voor jou
    Ik leef niet meer voor jou
    Voorbij zijn alle nachten
    Dat ik hier heel alleen
    Op jou heb zitten wachten
    Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen
    Besodemieterd en bedrogen
    Dus droog de tranen in je ogen
    Ik leef niet meer voor jou

    Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen
    Besodemieterd en bedrogen
    Dus droog de tranen in je ogen
    Ik leef niet meer voor jou

    Dus donder nou maar op
    Ik kan er niet meer tegen
    En als je weg wilt gaan
    Is dat alleen een zegen
    Te vaak heb jij mij laten zakken
    Ik heb genoeg van al je makken
    Je moet gewoon je spullen pakken
    ah ah ah nee
    ik leef niet meer voor jou

    `T is voorbij
    Ja voorbij
    Voor jou
    Voor mij
    `T is voorbij



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fortuna
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    Fortuna
    Composer(s): Renato Zero; P. Pintucci
    Performer(s): Renato Zero



    Di troppo amore s'impazzisce se mai...
    Se mai d'amore ti ubriacherai
    ...Ride il demonio delle tue virtù
    se scopre che a letto, il demonio sei tu
    Come mai, godi e poi...scompari?
    La verità, in una sporca bugia
    volevi il corpo e non la mente mia!
    Anche il coraggio ti può dire di no...
    Io, un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no!
    Io finirei...fra i sensi tuoi, mi perderei!!!
    Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
    Lasciami ai voli miei!
    ...Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò...
    finché tu dirai no!
    No, a chi di vivere ha paura!
    No, a chi amerà una volta sola!
    Fortuna, c'era atmosfera!
    Fortuna, fu una pazzia...
    Fortuna! Fortuna, io ci credevo!
    ...E mentre nascevo, io stavo morendo
    ma non mi arrendevo!
    Porta via il tempo, tutto quello che sa...
    Quel po' di orgoglio, la mia volontà...
    Catene d'oro ai desideri che ho
    per ritrovare un uomo o la sua ombra, non so!
    Come mai, mi maledici e poi, rimani!
    Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
    Lascia che sia così!
    Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò...
    finché tu dirai, no!
    No! Se non conosci i sentimenti...
    No! Se mi regali i tuoi rimpianti!
    Fortuna è ridere ancora, mentre tu, te ne vai...
    Fortuna! Fortuna? Quale Fortuna!?!?
    Tenersi le mani, e giurare che poi
    saremmo arrivati a domani!!!
    Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
    Magari è giusto così!!!
    Un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no!!!
    Fortuna, che tu eri vera...
    Fortuna...fu una pazzia... Fortuna!
    Sicuro! Sicuro!!! Io resterò ancora in piedi: lo giuro!!!
    Fortuna!!!




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    02-10-1974
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    Great Song Of Indifference
    Composer(s): Bob Geldof
    Performer(s): Bob Geldof; Brendan Keeley



    I don't mind if you go
    I don't mind if you take it slow
    I don't mind if you say yes or no
    I don't mind at all

    I don't care if you live or die
    Couldn't care less if you laugh or cry
    I don't mind if you crash or fly
    I don't mind at all

    I don't mind if you come or go
    I don't mind if you say no
    Couldn't care less baby let it flow
    'Cause I don't care at all

    Na na na,...

    I don't care if you sink or swim
    Lock me out or let me in
    Where I'm going or where I've been
    I don't mind at all

    I don't mind if the government falls
    Implements more futile laws
    I don't care if the nation stalls
    And I don't care at all

    I don't care if they tear down trees
    I don't feel the hotter breeze
    Sink in dust in dying sees
    And I don't care at all

    Na na na,...

    I don't mind if culture crumbles
    I don't mind if religion stumbles
    I can't hear the speakers mumble
    And I don't mind at all

    I don't care if the Third World fries
    It's hotter there I'm not surprised
    Baby I can watch whole nations die
    And I don't care at all

    I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind
    I don't mind I don't mind
    I don't mind at all

    Na na na,...

    I don't mind about people's fears
    Authority no longer hears
    Send a social engineer
    And I don't mind at all



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cervo A Primavera
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    Cervo A Primavera ((Dutch Version: Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou (Marco Borsato) - 1995)) Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol First release by: Riccardo Cocciante - 1980



    E io rinascerò
    cervo a primavera
    oppure diverrò
    gabbiano da scogliera
    senza più niente da scordare
    senza domande più da fare
    con uno spazio da occupare

    E io rinascerò
    amico che mi sai capire
    e mi trasformerò
    in qualcuno che non può più fallire
    una pernice di montagna
    che vola eppur non sogna
    in una foglia o una castagna

    E io rinascerò
    amico caro amico mio
    e mi ritroverò
    con penne e piume senza io
    senza paura di cadere
    intento solo a volteggiare
    come un eterno migratore

    E io rinascerò
    senza complessi e frustrazioni
    amico mio ascolterò
    le sinfonie delle stagioni
    con un mio ruolo definito
    così felice di esser nato
    tra cielo terra e l'infinito



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Fortress Around Your Heart
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    Fortress Around Your Heart
    Composer(s): Sting
    Performer(s): Sting; Evening Star Orch.;
    The London Symphony Orch.; Spectrum



    Under the ruins of a walled city
    Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light
    No flags of truce, no cries of pity
    The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
    It took a day to build the city
    We walked through its streets in the afternoon
    As I returned across the field's I'd known
    I recognized the walls that I once made
    I had to stop in my tracks for fear
    Of walking on the mines I'd laid

    And if I built this fortress around your heart
    Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
    Then let me build a bridge
    For I cannot fill the chasm
    And let me set the battlements on fire

    Then I went off to fight some battle
    That I'd invented inside my head
    Away so long for years and years
    You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
    While the armies are all sleeping
    Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
    I had to stop in my track for fear
    Of walking on the mines I'd laid

    And if I built this fortress around your heart
    Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
    Then let me build a bridge
    For I cannot fill the chasm
    And let me set the battlements on fire

    This prison has now become your home
    A sentence you seem prepared to pay
    It took a day to build the city
    We walked through its streets in the afternoon
    As I returned across the fields where I'd once played
    I had to stop in my tracks for fear
    Of walking on the mines I'd laid

    And if I built this fortress around your heart
    Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
    Then let me build a bridge
    For I cannot fill the chasm
    And let me set the battlements on fire




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    01-10-1974
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    The Great Smoke Off
    Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
    Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



    Now in the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
    Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake
    you probably knew her well
    She was stoned fifteen
    of her eighteen years
    And her story was widely told
    That she could smoke em faster
    than anyone could roll

    Well her legend finally reached New York
    that grove street walk up flat
    Where dwelt the Calistoga Kid
    a beatnik from the past
    He'd been rolling dope since time began
    Now took a cultured poke
    and said Jim I can roll em faster
    than any chick can smoke

    So a note gets sent to San Rafael
    for the championship of the world
    The kid demands a smoke off
    Well bring him on says Pearl
    I'll grind his fingers of his hands
    He'll roll until he drops
    Says Calistoga I'll smoke that chick
    till blows up and pops

    So they rent out Yankee Stadium
    and the word is quickly spread
    Come one come all who walk or crawl
    Tickets just two lids a head
    And from every town and hamlet
    Over land and sea they speed
    The worlds greatest dopers
    with the worlds greatest weed

    Hasishes from Marocco, hemp smokers from Peru
    And the Schasnicks from Bagon
    Who smoke the deadly pugaru
    And those who call it light of life
    And those that call it boo

    See the dealers and their ladies
    Wearing turquoise lace and leather
    See the narcos and the closet smokers
    puffin all together
    From the teenies who smoke legal
    to the ones who've done some time
    To the old man who smoked reefer
    back before it was a crime

    And the grand old house that Ruff built
    is filled with the smokes and cries
    of fifty screaming heads
    all stoned out of their minds
    And they play the national anthem
    and the crowd lets out a roar
    as the spotlight hits the Kid and pearl
    ready for their smoking war

    At a table piled high with grass
    as high as a mountain peak
    just top and buds of the rarest flowers
    not one stem branch or seed
    I mean a mowie a wowie a Panama red
    Acapulco gold, keef from east Afghanistan
    and that rare Alaska cold
    and there's sticks from Thiland,games from the island
    and Bangkok's blooming best and some of that wet imported shit
    that capsized of Key west
    There's wahokin pops and Kenya burn, and Reverie flors
    and that rare Manhattan silver
    that grows down the New York sewers

    And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade
    and sweet grapes by the bunches
    and there's Hershey bars and Orios
    in case anybody gets the munches
    And the calastoga kid he smiles
    and Pearly she just grins
    And the drums roll low, and the crowd yells go go go
    and the worlds first smoke off begins

    Well the kid he flicks his fingers once
    sot that first joint's rolled
    Pearl takes one poke with her famous lungs
    and whoosh that roach is cold
    Then the kid he rolls his super bomb
    that would paralyze a moose
    and Pearl takes one mighty hip, that bombs defused
    And then he rolls three in just ten seconds
    and she smokes them up in nine
    And everybody sits back and says hey
    this just might take some time

    See the blur of fling fingers
    see the red coal burning bright
    As the night turns into morning
    and the morning fades to night
    And the autumn turns to summer
    and a whole damn year is gone
    and the two still sit on that roach filled stage
    smoking and Rollin'
    with trembling hands he rolls his jays
    with fingers blue and stiff
    she coughs, and stares with blood shot gaze
    and puffs through blistered lips

    And as she reaches out her hand
    for another stick of gold
    The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch
    there's nothing' left to roll"
    "Nothin' left to roll?" screams Pearl
    "Is this some twisted joke?"
    "I didn't come here to fuck around, man
    "I come here to Smoke!"
    And she reaches 'cross the table
    and she grabs his bony sleeves
    And she crumbles his body between her hands
    like dried and brittle leaves
    Flicking' out his teeth and bones
    like useless stems and seeds
    Then she rolls him in a Zig Zag
    and lights him like a roach
    And the fastest man with the fastest hands
    goes up in a puff of smoke

    In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
    Lives a girl named Pearley Sweetcake
    you probably know her well
    She's been stoned twenty-one
    of her twenty-four years
    and the story's widely told
    How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll While off in New York City on a street that has no name There's the hands of The Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll That says "Beware of Bein' the Roller When There's Nothin' Left to Roll"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Certified
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    Certified
    Composer(s): Stuart Brower - Walter Ferguson - David James - Gary Talley
    Performer(s): James Cotton



    Down in the yard tryin' to fix my ride
    Busted my knuckles and I went inside
    Just made it worse I tried to fix up my hand
    I aint much of a medicine man
    Alot of things that i wanna do
    That don't work out the way I want 'em to
    One thing that I do just right
    When it comes to love I'm certified

    Yes I got my degree
    Doctor of love I got a PHD
    If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
    Come to me I'm certified

    Out on the job and the bossman yell
    Here we go again, I'm gonna catch some hell
    He say if you screw up one more time
    You'll be in the unemployment line
    Alot of jobs that I can do
    Even more I never too
    One place I know I'm qualified
    When I comes to love I'm certified

    Yes I got my degree
    Doctor of love I got a PHD
    If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
    Come to me I'm certified

    Nothin come easy and you know that's a fact
    Workin for the man about to break my back
    5 o'clock and the whistle blow
    I'm the first on out the do'
    You can bet I'll be headed home
    Don't wanna leave my woman alone
    One thing she says that I do just right
    When it come to love I'm certified

    Yes I got my degree
    Doctor of love I got a PHD
    If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
    I'm certified



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    Fortissimo
    Composer(s): Bruno Canfora; A. Wertmueller
    Performer(s): Rita Pavone;
    and various other artists



    Pianissimo
    Te lo dico pianissimo
    Questo piccolo ciao
    Sottovoce
    Così nessuno capira'niente
    E tu solamente tu capirai
    Quanto sono innamorata di te
    Pianissimo
    Devo dirlo pianissimo
    Questo piccolo ciao
    Mi dispiace
    Doverti dire solo ciao
    Mentre in mezzo alla gente
    Vorrei gridare
    Fortissimo
    Che ti amo
    Fortissimo
    Che ti ami di più
    D'ogni cosa
    Al mondo amore
    Amo te...




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    30-09-1974
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    The Great Rock Island Route
    Composer(s): J.A. Roff



    From a rocky bound Atlantic, to a mild Pacific shore
    From a fair and sunny southland to an ice-bound Labrador
    There's a name of magic import and 'tis known the world throughout
    'Tis a mighty corporation, called the great Rock Island Route

    Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar
    As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore
    See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out
    As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"

    All great cities of importance can be found along its way
    There's Chicago and Peoria and Rock Island so they say
    With Davenport, and westward still is Council Bluffs far out
    As a western termination of this Great Rock Island Route

    To the great southwest another, and a mighty line they run
    Reaching far famed Kansas City, Leavenworth and Atchison
    Rich in beauty, power, and grandeur, and they owe it all no doubt
    To the fact that they are stations, on the Great Rock Island Route

    There's the "Northern Route," a daisy as you all can plainly see
    To St. Paul, and Minneapolis, 'tis the famous "Albert Lea"
    To the lakes of Minnesota, and all points there 'round about
    Reached directly by no other, than the "Great Rock Island Route"

    Now let music soft and tender, in its mystic power reveal
    Praises to the "Great Rock Island," that the heart can only feel
    And to swell the mighty chorus--comes the glad re-echoing shout
    That for safety, time and comfort, take the "Great Rock Island Route"

    Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar
    As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore
    See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out
    As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"



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    Takin' It To The Streets
    Composer(s): Michael McDonald
    First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1976
    Covered by multiple other artists



    You don't know me but I'm your brother
    I was raised here in this living hell
    You don't know my kind in your world
    Fairly soon the time will tell
    You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
    I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see

    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets

    Take this message to my brother
    You will find him everywhere
    Wherever people live together
    Tied in poverty's despair
    You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
    I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see

    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets
    Takin' it to the streets



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