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  • 15-01-1976
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    The Ray Charles-Ton
    Performer(s): Chubby Checker



    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    Wah at the union hall
    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    It's a brand new call
    Come on come on baby
    Gonna have a ball
    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    And a do it right
    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    Oh puts you otta sight
    Hey come on come on baby
    Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
    Come on get it my baby [Kate]
    You've got what it takes
    To do the Ray Charles-ton
    Gonna do the Ray Charles-ton
    And a do it right
    Hey come on come on baby
    Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
    Come on baby [Kate]
    Come on shake that shake
    With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
    With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
    Come on come on baby
    Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
    Whow

    You're the cutest thing I ever saw
    Your mommas gonna be my mother-in-law
    Yeoh

    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    At the union hall
    Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
    Yeoh
    It's a brand new call
    Come on come on baby
    Gonna have a ball
    Hey come on a baby [Kate]
    Come on shake that shake
    With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
    With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
    Come on come on baby
    Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
    Let's go
    Ray Charles-ton is here tonight ough Bop Bop



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    Ciudades En Coma
    Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    La ciudad está partida en dos
    por las sirenas y los robocops
    son como alarmas que gimen de placer
    y los chicos salen de la discoteque
    y yo te busco nena
    yo te busco entre la multitud
    pero no hay nadie que responda
    ciudades en coma
    ciudades en coma

    La ciudad de pronto enmudeció
    por el gas de nervios y la procesión
    todos los puentes que me llevaban a casa
    se incendiaron hoy, no podré volver
    nos veremos nena, bajo otro cielo
    bajo otro cielo encenderás mi fuego

    Tiempo de amar a alguien
    ciudades en coma
    meterse dentro de alguien
    ciudades en coma
    Tiempo de amar a alguien
    ciudades en coma

    Donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
    ser sobrevivientes o robots cobardes
    los hambrientos se han puesto en fila
    saquean la oficina de Naciones Unidas
    donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
    donde bailar cuando todo se acabe

    y yo te busco nena
    yo te busco entre la multitud
    pero no hay nadie que responda

    Tiempo de amar a alguien
    ciudades en coma
    meterse dentro de alguien
    ciudades en coma
    Tiempo de amar a alguien
    ciudades en coma
    meterse dentro de alguien
    ciudades en coma



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    Reparador De Sueños
    Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
    Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Moncada



    Siempre
    llega el enanito
    con sus herramientas
    de aflojar los odios
    y apretar amores

    Siempre
    llega el enanito
    siempre oreja adentro
    con afán risueño
    de enmendar lo roto

    Siempre
    apartando piedras de aquí
    basura de allá -haciendo labor-
    siempre va esta personita feliz
    trocando lo sucio en oro

    Siempre
    llega hasta el salón principal
    donde está el motor que mueve la luz
    y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
    el reparador de sueños

    Siempre
    llega el enanito
    hasta la persona, hasta todo el pueblo
    hasta el universo

    Siempre
    llega el enanito
    y desde esa hora se acaba el silencio
    y aparece el trino

    Siempre
    apartando piedras de aquí
    basura de allá -haciendo labor-
    siempre va esta personita feliz
    trocando lo sucio en oro

    Siempre
    llega hasta el salón principal
    donde está el motor que mueve la luz
    y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
    el reparador de sueños




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    14-01-1976
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    Ciudad De Pobres Corazones Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez



    En esta puta ciudad
    Todo se incendia y se va
    Matan a pobres corazones
    En esta sucia ciudad
    No hay que seguir ni parar
    Ciudad de locos corazones

    No quiero salir a fumar
    No quiero salir a la calle con vos
    No quiero empezar a pensar
    quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón

    Buen día lexotanil
    Buen día señora
    Buen día doctor
    Maldito sea tu amor
    Tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor
    ¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí?
    ¿Qué es lo que quieres saber?
    No me verás arrodillado

    Dicen que ya no soy yo
    Que estoy más loco que ayer
    Y matan a pobres corazones



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Renunciación
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    Renunciación
    Composer(s): Antonio Valdez Herrera
    Performer(s): Javier Solis;
    and various other artists



    No quiero verte llorar
    no quiero ver que las penas
    se metan en tu alma buena
    por culpa de mi querer

    No quiero verte sufrir
    no soy capaz de ofenderte
    si sabes que hasta la muerte
    juré ser sólo de ti

    Si no encontraste ternura en mi alma
    si sólo penas te causo yo
    me voy mi vida de tu presencia
    aunque me duela en el corazón

    Yo siempre fui lo que soy
    jamás te dije mentiras
    y puse a tus pies mi vida
    sin ninguna condición

    Si tú lo quieres mi amor
    me voy de ti para siempre
    dejando un beso en tu frente
    como postrer bendición

    No habrá reproches de parte mía
    sólo me importa que seas feliz
    ya ves que todo te di en la vida
    mi pobre vida que es para ti




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    13-01-1976
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    Rare Ould Times
    Composer(s): Pete St. John
    Performer(s): The Dubliners
    and multiple other artists



    Raised on songs and stories
    Heroes of renown
    The passing tales and glories
    That once was Dublin Town
    The hallowed halls and houses
    The haunting childrens rhymes
    That once was Dublin City
    In the rare ould times

    Ring a ring a rosey
    As the light declines
    I remember Dublin City
    In the rare ould times

    My name it is Sean Dempsey
    As Dublin as can be
    Born hard and late in Pimlico
    In a house that ceased to be
    By trade I was a cooper
    Lost out to redundancy
    Like my house that fell to progress
    My trade’s a memory
    And I courted Peggy Dignan
    As pretty as you please
    A rogue and child of Mary
    From the rebel Liberties
    I lost her to a student chap
    With skin as black as coal
    When he took her off to Birmingham
    She took away my soul

    Ring a ring a rosey
    As the light declines
    I remember Dublin City
    In the rare ould times

    The years have made me bitter
    The gargle's dimmed me brain
    'Cause Dublin keeps on changing
    And nothing seems the same
    The Pillar and the Met. have gone
    The Royal long since pulled down
    As the grey unyielding concrete
    Makes a city of my town

    Ring a ring a rosey
    As the light declines
    I remember Dublin City
    In the rare ould times

    Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey
    I can no longer stay
    And watch the new glass cages
    That spring up along the Quay
    My mind's too full of memories
    Too old to hear new chimes
    I'm part of what was Dublin
    In the rare ould times

    Ring a ring a rosey
    As the light declines
    I remember Dublin City
    In the rare ould times



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.City Streets
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    City Streets
    Performer(s): Carole King



    River wind is icy
    Chills run through my bones
    Tides of life are ebbing out
    Between the cobblestones
    The streets are on fire
    With the burning sunrise
    And over the water I look in vain
    For love on someone's eyes

    Oh
    city streets
    The stories that they tell
    Oh
    city streets
    They can be heaven
    they can be hell

    Winter colored morning
    Gray and dirty brown
    Reflecting the mood I'm in
    Despair is all around.
    I long for sweet oblivion
    To make me from my pain
    Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith
    So I can break this chain

    Oh
    city streets
    The stories that they tell
    Oh
    city streets
    They can be heaven
    they can be hell

    Lovers with their arms entwined
    Silhouettes against the light
    A warm bed is waiting as they head home
    After staying up all night
    For them the city is magic
    That's all they 've ever know
    I wish I could find the magic
    But I'm scared and I'm feeling so alone

    Oh
    city streets
    The stories that they tell
    Oh
    city streets
    They can be heaven
    they can be hell

    Oh
    city streets
    The stories they have known
    Oh
    city streets
    city streets
    city streets



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
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    Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
    Italian Titles: Meglio Per Te Se Piangi;
    Rifugiati Nel Pianto
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Rentre chez toi et pleure
    Moi j'ai tant pleuré pour toi
    J'en ai passé des heures
    A me tourmenter
    Sans pouvoir t'oublier

    Laisse couler tes larmes
    Ton grand chagrin sur tes joues
    La vie a tant de charme
    Qu'elle effacera tout

    Peines d'amour sont brèves
    Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve
    Dont tu t'éveilleras
    Crois-moi

    Laisse crier ta peine
    Demain c'est un cri de joie
    Qui brisera tes chaînes
    Te ramenant vers moi

    Rentre chez toi et pleure
    Pleure, pleure




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    12-01-1976
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    The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
    Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
    First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1976
    Covered by multiple other artists



    The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
    Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
    The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
    When the skies of November turn gloomy
    With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
    Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
    That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
    When the gales of November came early
    The ship was the pride of the American side
    Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
    As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
    With a crew and good captain well seasoned
    Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
    When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
    And later that night when the ship's bell rang
    Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

    The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
    And a wave broke over the railing
    And every man knew, as the captain did too
    T'was the witch of November come stealin'
    The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
    When the Gales of November came slashin'
    When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
    In the face of a hurricane west wind

    When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
    Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
    At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
    Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
    The captain wired in he had water comin' in
    And the good ship and crew was in peril
    And later that night when his lights went outta sight
    Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

    Does any one know where the love of God goes
    When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
    The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
    If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
    They might have split up or they might have capsized
    May have broke deep and took water
    And all that remains is the faces and the names
    Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

    Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
    In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
    Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
    The islands and bays are for sportsmen
    And farther below Lake Ontario
    Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
    And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
    With the Gales of November remembered

    In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
    In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
    The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
    For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
    The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
    Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'
    Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
    When the gales of November come early!



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    The Rapper
    Composer(s): Dominic Ierace
    First release by: The Jaggerz - 1970



    Hey girl, I bet you
    There's someone out to get you
    You'll find him anywhere
    On a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store
    He'll say "Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
    Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
    Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
    So, he starts his rappin'
    Hoping something will happen
    He'll say he needs you
    A companion, a girl he can talk to
    He's made up his mind
    He needs someone to sock it to
    Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
    Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
    He's made an impression
    So he makes a suggestion
    "Come up to my place
    For some coffee or tea or me"
    He's got you where he wants you
    Girl, you've gotta face reality
    Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
    Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.City Of The Angels
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    City Of The Angels Composer(s): Steve Perry - Gregg Rolie - Neal Schon Performer(s): Journey



    City of the angels
    City of the angels

    Walkin’ and talkin’ and laughin’
    About dreamin’ the things that you want will work out
    People in places where you want to be,
    I’m lost in the city, who’s got the key?

    City of the angels
    Oo, I hear you callin’ me
    City of the angels

    I’ve got this feelin’ that things will work out
    I’ve got this feelin’, and there ain’t no doubt
    I’m holdin’ on, hopin’ to find
    Life in this city can bring peace of mind

    City of the angels
    Oo, I hear you callin’ me
    City of the angels

    City of the angels
    Oo, I hear you callin’ me
    City of the angels

    Just like, just like it used to be, yeah
    City of the angels

    I’m goin’ home, home, bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye
    Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
    Yeah, yeah, I’m leavin’, leavin’
    Oo, oo, I’m goin’ home
    I’m leavin’, leavin’



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Rentaghost
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    Rentaghost
    Composer(s): Michael Staniforth
    Performer(s): Michael Staniforth



    If your mansion house needs haunting just call Rentaghost
    We've got spooks and ghouls and freaks and fools at Rentaghost
    Hear the Phantom of the Opera sing a haunting melody
    Remember what you see is not a mystery but Rentaghost

    At your party be a smarty and hire Rentaghost
    If you want a fright climb the spooky heights with Rentaghost
    You can let our spirits move you, and for fun play ghostman's knock
    Because we aim to shock, we hope you knees will knock, that's
    Rentaghost

    Let me say the most terrific simple ghosts, not scientific
    May be supernatural ghoulies of the day
    Heavy footsteps in your attic means a spectre telepathic
    Is descending just to spirit you away, Ya-a-a-ay!

    We are extraordinary fellahs here at Rentaghost
    To be another Uri Geller come to RRRRentaghost
    For a biography we've ghost writers
    And not forgetting a ghost script
    An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost
    An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost!

    (Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haaah)




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    11-01-1976
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    Randall Knife
    Composer(s): Guy Clark
    Performer(s): Guy Clark
    and multiple other artists



    My father had a Randall knife
    My mother gave it to him
    When he went off to World War Two
    To save us all from ruin

    Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
    You know my father well
    If a better blade was ever made
    It was probably forged in hell

    My father was a good man
    He was a lawyer by his trade
    And only once did I ever see
    Him misuse the blade

    Well, it almost cut his thumb off
    When he took it for a tool
    Ah, the knife was made for darker things
    And you could not bend the rules

    Well, he let me take it camping once
    On a Boy Scout jamboree
    I broke a half an inch off
    Tryin' to stick it in a tree

    Well I hid it from him for a while
    But the knife and he were one
    He put it in his bottom drawer
    Without a hard word one

    There it slept and there it stayed
    For twenty some odd years
    Sort of like Excalibur
    Except waiting for a tear

    My father died when I was forty
    And I couldn't find a way to cry
    Not because I didn't love him
    Not because he didn't try

    Oh, I'd cried for every lesser thing
    Whiskey, pain and beauty
    But he deserved a better tear
    And I was not quite ready

    So we took his ashes out to sea
    And poured 'em off the stern
    Then threw the roses in the wake
    Of everything we'd learned

    And when we got back to the house
    They asked me what I wanted
    Not the law books, not the watch
    I need the things haunted

    My hand burned for the Randall knife
    There in the bottom drawer
    I found a tear for my father's life
    And all that it stood for



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.City Of New Orleans
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    City Of New Orleans Composer(s): Steve Goodman First release by: Steve Goodman - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox) 1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin) 1975 - Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer (Rudi Carrell) 2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)



    Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Nighttime on The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done



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    Renegade
    Composer(s): Phil Lynott; Snowy White
    Performer(s): Thin Lizzy



    He’s just a boy that has lost his way
    He’s a rebel that has fallen down
    He’s a fool been blown away
    To you and me he’s a renegade

    He’s a clown that we put down
    He’s a man that doesn’t fit
    He’s a king but not in this town
    To you and me he’s a renegade

    But he is a king when he’s on his own
    He’s got a bike and that’s his throne
    And when he rides he’s like the wind
    To you and me he’s a renegade

    He’s just a boy who has lost his sights
    He’s a stranger, prowls the night
    He’s a devil, that’s right
    To you and me he’s a renegade

    Check it out, check his face
    Look at his eyes, they’re so sly
    I wonder why he cries from the inside
    I wonder why he’s a renegade

    Oh please, I’m on my begged bended knees
    Oh please, please heed my call
    He’s just a boy that has lost his way
    He’s just a boy, that’s all




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    10-01-1976
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. The Rainbow Connection
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    The Rainbow Connection
    Composer(s): Paul Williams - Kenny Ascher
    First release by: Jim Henson - 1979
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Why are there so many
    Songs about rainbows
    And what's on the other side
    Rainbow's are visions
    They're only illusions
    And rainbows have nothing to hide
    So we've been told and some chose to
    Believe it
    But I know they're wrong wait and see

    Someday we'll find it
    The Rainbow Connection
    The lovers, the dreamers and me

    Who said that every wish
    Would be heard and answered
    When wished on the morning star
    Somebody thought of that
    And someone believed it
    And look what it's done so far
    What's so amazing
    That keeps us star gazing
    What so we think we might see

    Someday we'll find it
    That Rainbow Connection
    The lovers the dreamers and me

    All of us under its spell
    we know that it's probably magic

    Have you been half asleep
    And have you heard voices
    I've heard them calling my name
    Are these the sweet sounds that called
    The young sailors
    I think they're one and the same
    I've heard it too many times to ignore it
    There's something that I'm supposed to be

    Someday we'll find it
    The Rainbow Connection
    The lovers, the dreamers and me



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer
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    Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer ((Adapted from: City Of New Orleans (Steve Goodman) - 1971)) Composer(s): Steve Goodman - Thomas Woitkewitsch Performer(s): Rudi Carrell - 1975

    Versions In Other Languages: 1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox) 1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin) 2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)



    Wir brauchten früher keine große Reise
    Wie wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt
    Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weiße
    Denn hier wird man ja doch nur tiefgekühlt
    Ja früher gab's noch Hitzefrei
    Das Freibad war schon auf im Mai
    Ich saß bis in die Nacht vor unserem Haus
    Da hatten wir noch Sonnenbrand
    und Riesenquallen an dem Strand, und Eis
    und jeder Schutzmann zog die Jacke aus

    Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war?
    Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
    und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr

    Und was wir da für Hitzewellen hatten
    Pulloverfabrikanten gingen ein
    Da gab es bis zu 40 Grad im Schatten
    Wir mußten mit dem Wasser sparsam sein
    Die Sonne knallte ins Gesicht
    da brauchte man die Sauna nicht
    Ein Schaf war damals froh wenn man es schor
    Es war hier wie in Afrika
    Wer durfte machte FKK
    Doch heut, heut summen alle Mücken laut im Chor

    Wann wird's mal wieder richtig
    Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war?
    Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
    und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr

    Der Winter war der Reinfall des Jahrhunderts
    Nur über tausend Meter gab es Schnee
    Mein Milchmann sagt: Dies Klima hier wen wunderts
    denn Schuld daran ist nur die SPD
    Ich find das geht ein bißchen weit
    doch bald ist wieder Urlaubszeit
    und wer von uns denkt da nicht dauernd dran
    Trotz allem glaub ich unbeirrt
    daß unser Wetter besser wird
    nur wann, und diese Frage geht uns alle an!

    Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war?
    Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
    und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr

    Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war?
    Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
    und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr

    Und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Renegade (Styx)
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    Renegade
    Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
    Performer(s): Styx



    Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
    Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
    The jig is up, the news is out
    They finally found me
    The renegade who had it made
    Retrieved for a bounty
    Never more to go astray
    This'll be the end today
    Of the wanted man

    Oh Mama, I've been years on the lam and had a high price on my head
    Lawman said 'Get him dead or alive' and it's for sure he'll see me dead
    Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all alone
    Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long

    The jig is up, the news is out
    They finally found me
    The renegade who had it made
    Retrieved for a bounty
    Never more to go astray
    The judge'll have revenge today
    On the wanted man

    Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
    Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home

    The jig is up, the news is out
    They finally found me
    The renegade who had it made
    Retrieved for a bounty
    Never more to go astray
    This'll be the end today
    Of the wanted man




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    09-01-1976
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    The Rain, The Park And Other Things
    Performer(s): The Cowsills



    I saw her sitting in the rain
    raindrops falling on her
    She didn't seem to care
    She sat there and smiled at me

    And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
    she could make me happy (happy, happy)
    Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere

    I love the flower girl, oh, I don't know just why
    She simply caught my eye
    I love the flower girl, she seemed so sweet and kind
    She crept into my mind

    Suddenly the sun broke through (see the sun)
    I turned around she was gone (where did she go)
    And all I had left was one little flower from her hair

    But I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
    she had made me happy (happy, happy)
    Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.City Lights
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    City Lights Composer(s): Bill Anderson First recording/First release by: Bill Anderson - 1957/1958 Covered by multiple other artists



    A bright array of city lights as far as I can see
    The Great White Way shines through the night for lonely guys like me
    The cabarets and honky tonks, their flashing signs invite
    A broken heart to lose itself in the glow of city lights

    Lights that say "Forget her name in a glass of sherry wine"
    Lights that offer other girls for empty hearts like mine
    They paint a pretty picture of a world that's gay and bright
    But it's just a mask for loneliness behind those city lights

    The world was dark and God made stars to brighten up the night
    But God who put the stars above I don't believe He made those lights
    For it's just a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
    Just a place to run away and hide behind those city lights

    Lights that say "Forget her love in a different atmosphere"
    Lights that lure are nothing but a masquerade for tears
    They paint a pretty picture but my arms can't hold them tight
    And I just can't say "I love you" to a street of city lights



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