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  • 27-12-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Hut Sut Song
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    The Hut Sut Song
    Composer(s): Leo V. Killion - Ted McMichael - Jack Owens
    Performer(s): Freddy Martin & His Orch.
    and multiple other artists



    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

    Now the Rawlson is a Swedish town, the rillerah is a stream
    The brawla is the boy and girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream

    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

    In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
    There sat a boy just a fishin' and a dreamin' when he should have been in school
    Now, he couldn't read or write a single Swedish word but happiness he found
    In a little Swedish song he heard here's the way he made it sound

    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

    Now the girl played hooky from school that day, came down to the stream
    She sat down beside the little Swedish boy and they began to dream

    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

    The brawla is the boy and girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream
    The sooit is the teacher who caught them by the stream

    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
    Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla sooit

    Now the boy and girl are back in school, shattered is their dream
    The teacher planted poison oak all along the stream

    It's a crazy kind of a song to belong to a boy and girl
    In love with a beautiful dream
    But they love to sing, swing all the live long day
    Shood to soon shahoon la shoon da shoo shooga shoogan on the Rillerah



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Un Peu Leste
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    C'était Un Peu Leste Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    Et quand elle eut fini de coudre le linceul Et de faire la sieste La veuve a décidé de ne pas rester seule C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini de couver ce dessein Elle mit sa veste Et vint frapper chez moi, son plus proche voisin C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini la dernière bouchée D'un repas modeste Ell' dit: "Il se fait tard, c'est l'heur' de se coucher" C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini de bassiner le lit Alea jacta est(e) Dans ses bras accueillants, j'étais enseveli C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini d' me presser sur son cœur De leurs voix célestes Les anges d'alentour soupiraient tous en chœur C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini d' reprendre ses esprits Elle manifeste La fâcheuse intention de m'avoir pour mari C'était un peu leste Et quand elle eut fini de tenir ces propos Tonnerre de Brest(e)! Je la flanquai dehors avec ses oripeaux C'était un peu leste. Et quand elle eut fini de dévaler l' perron Et dit: "J' te déteste" Elle se pendit au cou d'un troisième larron C'était un peu leste Et quand elle fut sortie de mon champ visuel Parfumés d'un zeste Je bus cinq à six coups, l'antidote usuel C'était un peu leste Et quand j'eus bien cuvé mon vin, je me suis dit Regrettant mon geste Que j'avais peut-être pas été des plus gentils C'était un peu leste Et quand ell' m'entendit fair' mon mea culpa La petite peste Me fit alors savoir qu'ell' ne m'en voulait pas C'était un peu leste Et quand à l'avenir ell' tomb'ra veuve encor Son penchant funeste Qu'elle vienne frapper chez moi dès la levée du corps Sans d'mander son reste!



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    French Heels
    Composer(s): Evans; Livingston
    Performer(s): Debbie Reynolds



    (Doo-doo-wah, aah, doo-doo-wah, aah)

    All day long in my sloppy jeans
    I just walk like a putz
    But at night I put my French heels on
    And a teenage girl grows up

    (Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah)

    All day long I let my shirt tail hang
    As I go 'round about
    But at night I put my French heels on
    And a teenage girl steps out

    (Oh, what a to do, oh, what a to do)

    Hot rod cars and trips to the shore
    Are marvellous, I suppose
    But these years would be such a bore
    Without a chance to pose in dress-up clothes

    Growin' up takes a lot of time
    And I can't wait for the fun
    So at night I put my French heels on
    And I pretend I'm twenty-one

    (Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah)
    (French, French heels)
    (I said French, french heels)
    (I said French, French heels)
    What'd he say?, what'd he say?
    (I said Wow!) Y-e-e-e-h!
    (Oh, what a to do, oh, what a to do)

    Hot rod cars and trips to the shore
    Are marvellous, I suppose
    But these years would be such a bore
    Without a chance to pose in dress-up clothes

    Growin' up takes a lot of time
    And I can't wait for the fun
    So at night I put my French heels on
    And I pretend, pretend, pretend I'm twenty-one

    (Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah)




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    26-12-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The Huron Indian Carol
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    The Huron Indian Carol (aka 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time; Jesuous Ahatonhia)
    Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton



    'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
    That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
    Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
    A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
    But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
    As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
    The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
    The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
    Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
    That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
    Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
    A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
    But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
    As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
    The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

    O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
    The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
    Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
    Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Un Jour De Fête
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    C'était Un Jour De Fête Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marguerite Monnot Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Jacques Metchen's Orch.; Orch. Marcel Louiguy



    C'était un jour de fête
    J'crois bien qu'c'était l'printemps
    Ça m'a tourné la tête
    J'venais d'avoir vingt ans
    I' m'a dit qu'j'étais belle
    Peut-être pour m'faire plaisir
    M'a dit des ritournelles
    Avec un beau sourire

    I' m'en a donné des caresses
    I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
    Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
    Avant de dev'nir mon amant
    I' m'en a donné des ivresses
    M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
    Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
    C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans

    On s'est mis en ménage
    Dans le faubourg Saint-D'nis
    Hôtel du Beau Rivage
    Ça sentait bon Paris
    C'est au sixième étage
    Que j'ai connu l'amour
    Vous parlez d'un voyage
    Et quel joli séjour

    I' m'en a donné des caresses
    I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
    Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
    Avant de dev'nir mon amant
    I' m'en a donné des ivresses
    M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
    Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
    C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans

    Ces histoires là ça dure
    Ce que ça doit durer
    Ma petite aventure
    Hélas est terminée
    Fini le beau voyage
    Me voici de retour
    L'Hôtel du Beau Rivage
    A gardé mes amours

    I' m'en a donné des caresses
    I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
    Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
    Avant de dev'nir mon amant
    I' m'en a donné des ivresses
    M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
    Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
    C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Freightliner Fever
    Composer(s): Truman Lankford
    Performer(s): Boxcar Willie;
    and various other artists



    I drive a big freightliner an' I made my last payment today
    An' I drive to all points outta New York City to L.A.
    Well, that little woman smiles when I believe her
    I'll soon be back, I got the fever
    She's a believer
    I got the freightliner fever

    Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway out in Santa Fe
    An' I passed an old freight train makin' his run the other day
    Merle Haggard said to his fireman, so pale
    We're gonna blow the freight train off of the rails
    He got the fever
    He got the freightliner fever

    Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack?
    I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back"
    It's a big black pill, so round an' round
    The driver's call it west coast turnaround
    It's for the fever
    The ol' freightliner fever

    Well, I passed Red Sovine in the Wiggling, West Virginia
    An' I passed Del Reeves in Shreeveport, Louisiana
    Dick Curtis got hung up on a hill in Maine
    I pulled him over with my forty-foot chain
    He got the fever
    He got the freightliner fever

    I mean I passed everything from a Jimmy to a Greyhound bus
    I'm gonna spend a few days on the coast at the end of my run
    Old giddy-up, go an' a little bit of luck
    Gonna pass Red Simpson and his runaway truck
    He got the fever
    He got the freightliner fever

    Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack?
    I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back"
    It's a big black pill, so long an' so round
    To a driver, it's a west coast turnaround
    It's for the fever
    That ol' freightliner fever

    Yeah, I pass 'em all out here on these old roads
    All them ol' country boys
    There's Kenny Rogers an' Charley Pride
    Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy
    Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie
    Porter Wagoner, Johnny Russell
    Eatin' up the freeway
    Bill Anderson
    Wow, there goes Dolly
    Got two buses
    Boy, I'd like to be her driver




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    25-12-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Hunting Song (Tom Lehrer)
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    The Hunting Song
    Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
    Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



    Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers
    about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with
    a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel
    At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the field of blood sports
    and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewith

    I always will remember
    'Twas a year ago November
    I went out to hunt some deer
    On a mornin' bright and clear
    I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
    Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

    I was in no mood to trifle
    I took down my trusty rifle
    And went out to stalk my prey
    What a haul I made that day
    I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
    Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

    The law was very firm, it
    Took away my permit
    The worst punishment I ever endured
    It turned out there was a reason
    Cows were out of season
    And one of the hunters wasn't insured

    People ask me how I do it
    And I say, "There's nothin' to it
    You just stand there lookin' cute
    And when something moves, you shoot!"
    And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
    Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow



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    C'était Toi (You Were The One)
    Composer(s): Billy Joel
    Performer(s): Billy Joel



    Here I am again
    In this smoky place
    With my brandy eyes
    I'm talking to myself
    You were the one
    You were the one

    Here I go again
    Looking for your face
    And I realize
    That I should look for someone else
    But you were the one
    You were the one

    I'm looking for comfort
    That I can take
    From someone else
    But after all
    I know there is no one
    That can save me from myself
    You were the only one

    Me revoici
    Dans ce bar enfume
    Avec mes yeux iures
    Je me parle a moi meme
    C'etait toi
    C'etait toi

    Me revoici
    Cherchant ton visage
    Et je realise
    Que je devrais en chercher une autre
    C'etait toi
    You were the one

    Je recherche l'affection
    Qu'une autre pourrait me donner
    Mais apres tout
    Je sais qu'il n'y a personne
    Personne qui puisse me sauver
    Tu etais la seule

    I'm looking for comfort
    That I can take
    From someone else
    But after al
    I know there is no one
    That can save me, save me from myself
    You were the only one



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Freight Train Blues (Bob Dylan)
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    Freight Train Blues Composer(s): Mississippi Fred McDowell Performer(s): Bob Dylan



    I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
    Just a little shanty by the railroad track
    Freight train was it taught me how to cry
    The holler of the driver was my lullaby
    I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
    Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes

    And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
    Baby don't you know
    It looks like I'm never gonna lose
    The freight train blues

    Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear
    She was the only daughter of the engineer
    My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that ain't no joke
    Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke
    I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
    Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes

    And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
    Oh mama don't you know
    Well it looks like I'm never gonna lose
    The freight train blues

    Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
    Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
    Every place I want to go
    I never can go because you know
    Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
    Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes



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    24-12-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Hunting Song (The Pentangle)
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    The Hunting Song
    Performer(s): The Pentangle



    As I did travel all on a journey
    Over the wayside and under a dark moon
    Hanging above a mountain

    I spied a young man riding a fine horse
    Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
    Head of a hunting party

    And there followed after ten kings and queens
    Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
    Bloodied running into the bushes

    I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
    There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
    The hunt is cast and ready

    Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
    Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
    And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady
    And this she did say

    "Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
    And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
    Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me

    "I have here a magic horn to deliver
    And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
    Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"

    "The gift that you bear for your brother the king
    I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
    What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court"

    Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
    Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
    And food did I have and plenty
    But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
    For these words they did say unto each other

    "My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
    Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
    Take care lest misadventure
    Shall overcome thy kindly heart
    My good lord, all off to war in thy armor"

    "My lady, you have no need for to worry
    I'll return victorious and true unto thee
    Take care, lest misadventure
    Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
    My fair lady you have no need for to worry"

    ... la la la...

    While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
    Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
    His unrequited love

    "Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
    Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
    For I swear to have revenge"

    A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
    The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
    As ever he would claim

    But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
    The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
    The sorrowed quest is over



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Pas Moi
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    C'était Pas Moi Composer(s): Robert Gall - Francis Laï Performer(s): Edith Piaf



    Dans sa prison, il a pleuré
    S'est révolté, s'est résigné
    Et d'une voix désespérée
    Il ne cessait de répéter

    "C'était pas moi qui, ce jour-là, passait par là
    C'était pas moi!
    C'était pas moi qui avais fait ça, cette histoire-là
    Ce n'est pas moi!

    Mais je n'ai pas su m'expliquer
    Cet homme trouvé dans le fossé
    J'ai beau crier mon innocence
    Dans ma prison
    J'ai beau crier dans le silence
    Non, non, et non!

    Je reste là depuis des mois
    Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

    Oui, je l'aimais
    Cette femme pour qui
    On a trouvé
    Cet homme tué...
    Oui, je l'aimais
    J'en étais fou
    Et très jaloux
    Mais c'est pas vrai!...

    Coïncidence?
    Manque de chance?
    C'était pas moi!
    C'était pas moi!

    J'ai beau crier dans le silence
    De ma prison
    J'ais beau crier mon innocence
    Non, non, et non!

    Je reste là depuis des mois
    Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

    Et face au ciel
    Mon seul témoin
    Tendant les mains
    Je veux crier
    Ce n'est pas moi!
    Ce n'est pas moi!
    Ce n'est pas moi!
    Ce n'est pas moi!"



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Freight Train
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    Freight Train
    Composer(s): Libba Cotten
    Performer(s): Chas McDevitt;
    and various other artists



    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone.

    Freight train, freight train, going round the bend
    Freight train, freight train, gone again
    One of these days turn that train around
    Go back to my home town

    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone

    One more place I'd like to be
    One more place I'd love to see
    To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb
    While I ride old Number Nine

    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone

    When I die please bury me deep
    Down at the end of Chestnut Street
    So I can hear old Number Nine
    As she goes rolling by

    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone

    When I'm dead and in my grave
    No more good times here I'll crave
    Place the stones at my head and feet
    And tell them I've gone to sleep

    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Freight train, freight train, going so fast
    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone

    Please don't tell what train I'm on
    So they won't know where I'm gone




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    23-12-1974
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    The Hunters Of Kentucky
    Composer(s): Samuel Woodworth
    Performer(s): Noah M. Ludlow



    Ye gentlemen and ladies fair
    Who grace this famous city
    Just listen if you've time to spare
    While I rehearse a ditty
    And for the opportunity
    Conceive yourself quite lucky
    For 'tis not often here you see
    A hunter from Kentucky

    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky
    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky

    You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans
    Is famed for wealth and beauty
    There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems
    From snowy white to sooty
    So Pakenham he made his brags
    If he in fight was lucky
    He'd have their girls and cotton bags
    In spite of old Kentucky

    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky
    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky

    But Jackson, he was wide awake
    And was not scared of trifles
    For well he knew what aim we take
    With our Kentucky rifles
    He led us down to Cypress Swamp
    The ground was low and mucky
    There stood John Bull in pomp
    And here was old Kentucky

    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky
    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky

    A bank was rais'd to hide our breast
    Not that we thought of dying
    But the we always like to rest
    Unless the game is flying
    Behind it stood our little force
    None wished it to be greater
    For ev'ry man was half a horse
    And half an alligator

    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky
    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky

    They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight
    Where lead was all the booty
    And so they wisely took to flight
    And left us all our beauty
    And now, if danger e'er annoys
    Remember what our trade is
    Just send for us Kentucky boys
    And we'll protect ye, ladies

    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky
    Oh, Kentucky
    The hunters of Kentucky



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Pas La Peine
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    C'était Pas La Peine Composer(s): Michel Jourdan - Noam Kaniel Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



    C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
    de m'envoyer jour après jour
    des roses avec des mots d'amour
    C"était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
    de me faire cette mise en scène
    et de me dire: "je t'aime.. Je t'aime"

    Fallait pas tu sais te croire obligé
    de me jurer, des larmes aux yeux
    que ta lumière c'était nous deux
    Je serais tombée de moins haut, tu sais
    aujourd'hui nous serions quittes
    en nous souhaitant "bonne chance" pour la suite...

    Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
    j'ai marché, tu vois
    j'ai cru en ton cinéma
    Tu disais qu'toi et moi ça n'en finirait pas
    tu me serrais fort dans tes bras
    et tu n'as plus rien à me dire déjà

    C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
    de me donner tant d'illusion
    et même la clé de ta maison
    Tout ça n'a servi qu'à briser ma vie
    de nous deux, chez toi ne reste
    que nos prénoms sur une boîte aux lettres

    Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
    j'ai marché, tu vois
    j'ai cru en ton cinéma
    à ta mise en scène
    mes étoiles s'éteignent
    c'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
    de me dire je t'aime, c'était pas la peine



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Freeze Frame
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    Freeze Frame
    Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
    Performer(s): J. Geils Band;
    and various other artists



    I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday
    Slow-motion weekdays stare me down
    Her lipstick reflex got me wound
    There were no defects to be found
    Snapshot image froze without a sound
    Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor
    Her face still focused in my mind
    Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find
    Friday night we'll dance the spotlight grind
    Stop-time heart for me if she's not mine
    Chorus:
    Freeze-Frame!
    Freeze-Frame!
    Freeze-Frame!
    Freeze-Frame!
    Now Freeze!
    Now I'm lookin at a flashback Sunday
    Zoom lens feelings just won't disappear
    Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear
    Her hot-spot love for me is strong
    This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong
    Chorus




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    22-12-1974
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    The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
    Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
    First release by: The Marvelettes - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Everyday things change
    And the world puts on a new face
    Certain things re-arrange
    And this old world seems like a new place

    Secretly I've been trailing you
    Like the fox that preys on the rabbit
    I had to get you and so I knew
    I had to learn your ways and habits

    Ooh, you were the catch that I was after
    But I looked up and I was in your arms
    And I, I had been captured

    What's this old world coming to
    Things just ain't the same
    Any time the hunter gets captured by the game

    I had laid such a tender trap
    Hoping that you might fall into it
    Your love hit me like a sudden snap
    One kiss and then I knew it

    Ooh, my plan didnt work out
    Like I thought
    'Cause I'd laid my trap for you
    But it seems that I got caught

    What's this old world coming to
    Things just ain't the same
    Any time the hunter gets captured by the game



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Mon Copain
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    C'était Mon Copain Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.



    J'avais un seul ami
    Et on me l'a tué
    Il était plus que lui
    Il était un peu moi
    Je crois qu'en le tuant
    On m'a aussi tué
    Et je pleure la nuit
    Mais on ne le sait pas

    C'était mon copain
    C'était mon ami
    Pauvre vieux copain
    De mon humble pays
    Je revois son visage
    Au regard généreux
    Nous avions le même âge
    Et nous étions heureux

    Ami, mon pauvre ami
    Reverrai-je jamais
    Ton sourire gentil
    Parmi l'immensité?

    C'était mon copain
    C'était mon ami
    J'écoute la ballade
    De la Mort, de la Vie
    Le vent de la frontière
    Veut consoler mes pleurs
    Mais l'eau de la rivière
    A d'étranges couleurs

    Cependant dans les bois
    Un mystérieux concert
    M'a dit qu'il faut garder
    L'espoir à tout jamais
    Car ceux qui ont bâti
    Ensemble un univers
    Se retrouveront tous
    Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité

    O mon vieux camarade
    Mon copain, mon ami
    Parmi les terres froides
    Je te parle la nuit
    Et ton pesant silence
    Est un mal si cruel
    Que j'entends ta présence
    Parfois au fond du ciel



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    Freewill
    Composer(s): Geddy Lee;
    Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart
    Performer(s): Rush;
    and various other artists



    There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
    A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
    A planet of playthings
    We dance on the strings
    Of powers we cannot perceive
    "The stars aren't aligned
    Or the gods are malign"
    Blame is better to give than receive
    You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
    If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
    You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
    I will choose a path that's clear
    I will choose Free Will
    There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
    The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land
    All preordained
    A prisoner in chains
    A victim of venomous fate
    Kicked in the face
    You can't pray for a place
    In Heaven's unearthly estate
    You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
    If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
    You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
    I will choose a path that's clear
    I will choose Free Will
    Each of us
    A cell of awareness
    Imperfect and incomplete
    Genetic blends
    With uncertain ends
    On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet




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    21-12-1974
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    The Hunter
    Composer(s): Donald "Duck" Dunn - Al Jackson Jr. - Carl Wells - Booker T. Jones - Steve Cropper
    First release by: Albert King - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    They call me the hunter, that's my name
    A pretty woman like you, is my only game
    I bought me a love gun, just the other day
    And I aim to aim it your way
    Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
    'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
    The first time I saw you, standing on the street
    I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet"
    I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses
    And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses
    Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run
    'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
    Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
    'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
    I'm the big bad hunter baby
    How can I miss when I've got dead aim



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.C'était Mon Ami
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    C'était Mon Ami
    ((Adapted from: Baby, Come To Me (Patti Austin & James Ingram) - 1981))
    Composer(s): Rodney L. Temperton - Didier Barbelivien
    Performer(s): Dalida - 1984



    Il disait souvent je marche seul contre le vent
    Je suis un enfant
    Il disait je joue mais la victoire n'est rien du tout
    Pour un roi fou
    Il était de sang Romain de cœur Tzigane
    C'était un homme qui faisait rêver les femmes

    C'était mon ami
    Ce rempart de vérité ce brin de fantaisie
    J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
    Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
    C'était son identité de vivre ainsi

    Il aimait le bruit, les chevaux libre et l'infini
    Il était vivant
    Il aimait choisir, il rêvait un jour de partir sur l'océan
    Il était comme ses vitraux des cathédrales
    C'était un homme qui brillait sans faire de mal

    C'était mon ami
    Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
    J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
    Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
    C'était son identité de vivre ainsi

    Quand je pense à lui
    Je me souviens des matins aux couleurs du soleil
    Quand je pense à lui
    J'ai l'impression d'entendre sa voix qui m'appelle

    C'était mon ami
    Il ne parlait pas d'amour mais je l'aimais ainsi
    En tendresse et en velours, oui c'était mon ami
    Il pouvait jouer du tambour dans les rues de Paris
    Et m'appeler au secours oui c'était mon ami
    Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
    J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
    Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
    C'était son identité de vivre ainsi



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