Zaterdag 26 juni 1971
Gidget
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
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All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Gidget
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Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Luces En El Calabró
Luces En El Calabró
Composer(s): Jaime Roos
Performer(s): Jaime Roos
Era una flaca diquera
De esas que llegan al bar
Abriéndose la campera
Desanudándose el chal
Era una flaca tuquera
De las que toman coñac
De las que no usan cartera
De las que piensan de más
Luces en los ventanales
Luces en el pantalón
Luces enredando el vaso
Luces en el Calabró
Luces en los ojos rojos
Luces en el corazón
Luces cayendo a pedazos
Luces tu primer pasón
De las pelo bien largo
De las que siempre andan mal
De las que guardan cigarros
En el bolsillo de atrás
Tan triste como un murguero
Tan fina como un laúd
De las que muestran el juego
De las que ganan al pool
Luces en los ventanales
Luces en el pantalón
Luces enredando el vaso
Luces en el Calabró
Luces en los ojos rojos
Luces en el corazón
Luces cayendo a pedazos
Luces tu primer pasón
Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Mona Ki Ngi Xiça
Mona Ki Ngi Xiça
Composer(s): Barceló “Bonga” de Carvalho
Performer(s): Bonga; Ruy Mingas
Attention! I’m in mortal danger
And I’ve already warned you
She will stay here and I will go away
This child of mine
Evil people are after her
This child of mine
On a tide of misfortune
God gave me this offspring
That I brought into the world
And she will stay here
When I am gone
Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Giddy-Up-Go
Giddy-Up-Go
Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine
Performer(s): Red Sovine;
and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander
Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains
I guess I've drove about all of them
Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home
And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, I remember the first truck I drove
I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home and show my wife and little boy
And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old enough to say too many words
He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!"
So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad
Of course, I was gone a lot
And after about six years, I got home one day
And found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened
Nobody seemed to know
So from that day on it's been me and old Giddy Up, Go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops
And some of them would kid me about my little sign
Of course, they knew where I got the name
Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66
When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig
Both stacks blowing black coal
And as he pulled around and back in front of me
A big lump came in my throat
And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy Up, Go
Well, I pushed old Giddy Up and stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup
Well, we got to talking shop and I said
"How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?"
"Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck
That's what Mom talked about a lot
You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen
And I lost all track of Pop
Mama said he got the name from me"
I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck
nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go
Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about
And, buddy, I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back on old 66
And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow
As we go roaring down the road
And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Lucas
Lucas
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Les grands magasins vont fermer
Il se fait tard il faut rentrer
Donne-moi la main pour traverser Lucas
T'es drôle avec tous tes paquets
Le p'tit Snoopy, le gros Mickey
Ils sont deux fois plus hauts que toi Lucas
Et qu'est-ce qu'il fait beau en Provence
De vivre ici t'as de la chance
C'est comme si j'étais en vacances Lucas
Puis mon Dieu comme tu lui ressembles
Rien qu'à vous regarder ensemble
J'ai le cœur qu'à moins de 20 ans
Tu dors déjà dans le taxi
Tu fais des rêves d'un paradis
Où moi je n'y vais plus jamais Lucas
Ton père et moi il y a longtemps
On s'est aimés passionnément
Je l'ai quitté pour une chanson
Sinon tout va bien
Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien
Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien
Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs
Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain
Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain
Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Tu m'admires tant et puis tu m'aimes
Dans toute ta chambre mes photos traînent
Comme celle d'une star de cinéma Lucas
Si tu savais combien de fois
J'ai voulu échanger tout ça
Contre un été seule avec toi Lucas
Tu remplacerais tous les bravos
Quand le soir tombe le rideau
Que je ne suis plus qu'une femme seule Lucas
De te serrer contre mon cœur
Avec tes rires avec tes pleurs
Etre ta mère pour quelques heures
Sinon tout va bien
Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien
Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien
Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs
Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain
Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain
Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Le taxi vient de s'arrêter
Il faudra bien te réveiller
C'est pas facile de te quitter Lucas
Ta mère nous fait signe de la main
Va, elle t'attend dans le jardin
Et moi je reprends mon chemin
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Mona
Mona
Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel
Originally performed by: Bo Diddley
Covered by various other artists
I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'll build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometimes?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'm gonna build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometime?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Giddy Up A Ding Dong
Giddy Up A Ding Dong
Composer(s): Freddie Bell; Joey Lattanzi
Performer(s): Freddie Bell;
and various other artists
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
Well now, I went ridin' the other night
I picked out a horse, oh, my what a sight
The name of my horse was a Ding Dong
While I was ridin' I was singin' a song
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
We rode and we rode the whole night through
The horse was tired and I was too
I had a date with my girl at eight
Come on Ding Dong, we can't be late
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
(Instrumental Break)
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, a Ding Dong
Come on horse, let's roll along
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Luba The Baroness
Luba The Baroness
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties
You had three sons
Handsome husband by your side
I flirted with everyone
Your husband, aging but vain
With the ladies was quite renowned
Author of books made famous
On his years in the French Underground
But you, Luba, the Baroness
It was really your blue blood
No one could touch you with kid gloves
And no one ever should
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ciel
The youngest son Jerome
Brighter than he could be
Preferred the darkened corners
And was even a little too young for me
Tall and shy and crafty
He was oh so scholarly then
Got married later on
Had a child by the name of Julian
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother
On Russian aristocracy
With wits like sabre through silk
He was the wisest one
Married and remarried
Had a child by the name of Sebastian
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ciel
Ah my sweet Christophe
You were only seventeen
First family dinners with the gypsies
Finger chimes and tambourines
With candlelit eyes of experience
Oh how you laughed at me
As I became rapidly foolish
Under your gaze and on red burgundy
In sixty-nine your father died
I saw you in the years between
Handsome, impetuous son of the rich
Taking care of your mother, the queen
And you are married now as well
It was inevitable
Three day wedding in the south of France
To an angel named Annabelle
Recently I was in France
I called you on the phone
Caught racing back through memories
Luba was at home
Her voice sounded quite the same
As we touched on the amenities
Suddenly it fell and shattered
Like a thousand broken tiffanies
In November Jean Francoise died
We were all there by his side
Sorry, darling, that I cried
It's hard to keep these things inside
Where are you staying and how's your son?
No, we hardly told anyone
How long are you here, are you with someone?
Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone
Ah my sweet Christophe
Same damn voice
Hell of a way to become the eldest son
It's true you had no choice
And you and Annabelle
You must take care of her
Yes, I'll be over later on
And I'll bring my guitar
While going through things afterward
A letter she wrote and never sent
A single phrase stood out to you
These are the words and how it went ...
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Nous attend dans le ciel
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde
Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Isabelle Boulay
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise
Et sur ma route il y a des trous
J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'églises
Mais les plus belles étaient chez nous
Mon village est loin, à l'autre bout du monde
Et ma maison n'est plus qu'une chanson
Comme la neige, mes rêves fondent
Buvons, mes frères, les vagabonds
Des Caraïbes aux Philippines
J'ai traîné ma carcasse un peu partout
Mais les chemins qui mènent à nos collines
Avaient des pierres douces à mes pieds nus
Mes camarades à l'autre bout du monde
C'est bien justice, m'ont oublié
Je leur adresse une colombe
Buvons, mes frères, à leur santé
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise
Pourtant la chance est souvent venue
Elle est bien brave, quoi qu'on en dise
Mais il ne faut pas trop dormir dessus
La pauvreté manque parfois de charme
Mais l'herbe est douce aux malheureux
Pas de discours et plus de larmes
Venez mes frères me dire adieu
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Gib Einem Kind Deine Hand
Gib Einem Kind Deine Hand
((Adapted from: Prendre Un Enfant (Yves Duteil) - 1978))
Composer(s): Yves Duteil - R. Mey
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986
Versions In Other Languages:
1979 - Ode Aan Maastricht (Benny Neyman)
1980 - Neem Eens Een Kind Bij De Hand (Paul Roelandt)
1987 - Taking A Child By The Hand (Nana Mouskouri)
Gib einem Kind deine Hand
Steh noch einmal wie gebannt
Vor Winzigkeiten die Dir längst bekannt
Gib einem Kind deine Hand
Halt ein Kind in Deinem Arm
Hilflos und wehrlos und warm
Und Du wirst hilflos und wehrlos dabei
Halt ein Kind für Zauberei
Tröste ein Kind wenn es weint
Und was Dir wichtig erscheint
Vor seinen Sorgen zählt das gar nicht mehr
Sorgen der Kinder sind schwer
Schenk einem Kind Deine Zeit
Zuneigung und Zärtlichkeit
Tausch Deine Hast gegen Fröhlichkeit ein
Und Du wirst selbst wieder klein
Halt ein Kind auf Deinen Knien
Und bald wird es Dich erzieh'n
Wie wertlos wichtige Dinge oft sind
Lernst Du erst von einem Kind
Zeig einem Kind selbst zu geh'n
Auf eigenen Füßen zu steh'n
Die ersten Schritte noch so ungelenk
Halt ein Kind für ein Geschenk
Dann lern Du ihm nicht im Wege zu steh'n
Lerne Dein Kind fortzugeh'n
Dinsdag 22 juni 1971
Luau
Luau
Composer(s): Bruce Morgan
Performer(s): The Beach Boys; The Smugglers
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Let's have a ball (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Invite one and all (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
No need to dress up (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Come as you are (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
You'll bring the cola (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
I'll bring my guitar (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Girls do the hula
Boys will all sing
We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Won't miss a thing (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
You don't need to live in the islands
To have a lot of fun
Just pretend your daddy owns
An island in the sun
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Let's do it right (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Have lot's of music (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Hula all night (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
When day has ended (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Night shadows fall (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Really have a ...
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Dinsdag 22 juni 1971
Mon Village Au Clair De Lune
Mon Village Au Clair De Lune
Composer(s): Jacques Larue; Jean Lutece
Performer(s): André Bourvil; Jean Sablon
Un champ d'étoiles pour clocher
Quatre maisons, l'une après l'une
Jouant dans l'ombre à chat perché
C'est mon village au clair de lune
Au-dessus d'elles, tout poudreux
Le vieux moulin de la commune
Plein de murmures d'amoureux
C'est mon village au clair de lune
C'est là qu'un soir, bien doucement
Derrière un mur fleurant le grain
J'ai connu mon premier serment
Et trouvé mon premier chagrin
Aussi, de tous mes souvenirs
Faits de bonheurs ou d'infortunes
Le plus fidèle à revenir
C'est mon village au clair de lune
Aussi, de tous mes souvenirs
Faits de bonheurs ou d'infortunes
Le plus fidèle à revenir
C'est mon village au clair de lune
Dinsdag 22 juni 1971
Ghost Rider
Ghost Rider
Composer(s): Rev; Alan Vega
Performer(s): Suicide
Ghost rider, motorcycle hero
Bebebebebebebe he's lookin' so cute
Sneakin' round round round in a blue jumpsuit
Sneakin' round round round in a blue jumpsuit
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ghost rider motorcycle hero
Bebebebebebebe he's a-blazin' away
Like the star, star, stars in the universe
Like the star, star, stars in the universe
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride....
Ghost rider motorcycle hero
Bebebebebebebe he's a-screamin' the truth
America, America is killin' its youth
America, America is killin' its youth
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride....
Ghost rider motorcycle hero
Bebebebebebebe he's a-screamin' the truth
America, America is killin' its youth
America, America is killin' its youth
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Ride
Maandag 21 juni 1971
Lua E Estrela
Lua E Estrela
Composer(s): Vinicius Cantuária
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Menina do anel de lua e estrela
Raios de sol no céu da cidade
Brilho da lua
Noite é bem tarde
Penso em você
Fico com saudade
Manhã chegando
Luzes morrendo
Nesse espelho que é nossa cidade
Quem é você?
Qual o seu nome
Conta pra mim
Diz como eu te encontro
Mas deixo ao destino
Deixo ao acaso
Quem sabe eu te encontro
De noite no baixo
Brilho da lua ...
Mas deixo ao destino
Deixo ao seu castro
Quem sabe eu te encontro
De noite no baixo
Maandag 21 juni 1971
Mon Vieux Paris
Mon Vieux Paris
Composer(s): Louis Poterat; Jean Wiener
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Parmi toutes les cités
Pour vanter
Ta beauté
Le monde entier est d'accord
Il t'admire
Te désire...
Alors, Moi, simplement
Puisque je t'aime autrement
Veux-tu me laisser te dire
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
On t'a chanté sans répit
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
Sur ton charme on a tout dit...
Aucune ville au monde n'a tes attraits
C'est vrai
Mais c'n'est pas pour ça que je t'aime ainsi
J'te l'dis!...
Ce que je retrouve en toi
Ce qu'en ton ciel je revois
Ce qui cause mon émoi
Mieux qu'les palais de tes rois
C'est le p'tit nid
Simple et gentil
Où j'ai tout appris
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
Mon vieux, mon bon vieux Paris!
Comme on garde la fraîcheur
Du bonheur
Dans son cœur
Comme le premier amour
Rit ou pleure
Mais demeure
Toujours
J'aurai de toi
Des souvenirs bien à moi
Témoins de mes belles heures
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
On t'a chanté sans répit
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
Sur ton charme on a tout dit...
Aucune ville au monde n'a tes attraits
C'est vrai
Mais c'n'est pas pour ça que je t'aime ainsi
J'te l'dis!...
Ce que je retrouve en toi
Ce qu'en ton ciel je revois
Ce qui cause mon émoi
Mieux qu'les palais de tes rois
C'est le p'tit nid
Simple et gentil
Où j'ai tout appris
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris
Mon vieux, mon bon vieux Paris!
Maandag 21 juni 1971
Ghostbusters
Ghostbusters
Performer(s): Ray Parker, Jr.
Ghostbusters!
If there's something strange in your neighborhood
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If there's something weird and it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
If you're seeing things running through your head
Who can you call?
Ghostbusters!
An invisible man sleeping in your bed
Oh, who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you're all alone, pick up the phone
And call
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you've had a dose of a freaky ghost
You'd better call
Ghostbusters!
Let me tell you something
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Don't get caught alone, oh no
Ghostbusters!
When it comes through your door
Unless you just want some more
I think you better call
Ghostbusters!
Ow!
Who you gonna call
Ghostbusters!
{Repeat to fade}
Zondag 20 juni 1971
Lua De São Jorge
Lua De São Jorge
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; Ivan Lins
Lua de São Jorge, lua deslumbrante
Azul verdejante, cauda de pavão
Lua de São Jorge cheia, branca, inteira
Ó minha bandeira solta na amplidão
Lua de São Jorge, lua brasileira, lua do meu coração
Lua de São Jorge, lua deslumbrante
Azul verdejante, cauda de pavão
Lua de São Jorge, cheia, branca, inteira
Ó minha bandeira solta na amplidão
Lua de São Jorge, lua brasileira, lua do meu coração
Lua de São Jorge, lua maravilha
Mãe, irmã e filha de todo esplendor
Lua de São Jorge brilha nos altares
Brilha nos lugares onde estou e vou
Lua de São Jorge brilha sobre os mares, brilha sobre o meu amor
Lua de São Jorge, lua soberana
Nobre porcelana sobre a seda azul
Lua de São Jorge, lua da alegria
Não se vê um dia claro como tu
Lua de São Jorge serás minha guia no Brasil de Norte a Sul
Zondag 20 juni 1971
Mon Vieux Lucien
Mon Vieux Lucien
Composer(s): Michel Vaucaire; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Quelle chance que t'as
D'avoir, Lucien
Un vieux copain
Comme moi
Moi, tu m' connais
J'aime rigoler
Et m'amuser
Pas vrai?
Alors ce soir
Histoire de rire
Et tu peux m' croire
Sans réfléchir
Comme ça pour voir
Et sans prévenir
J'ai dit aux copains
"On va chez Lucien"
Quelle chance que t'as
D'avoir, Lucien
Un vieux copain
Comme moi
Tu peux t' vanter
Lorsque j'y pense
D'avoir d' la chance
Tu sais!
Mais tu n' dis rien
Tu m' laisses parler
J' te connais bien
Tu m' fais marcher
Moi ça n' fait rien
Tu peux y aller
Mais maintenant, ça va
Et dis-moi pourquoi
Tu fais cette tête-là
Comme ça?
Mais... Regarde-moi...
T'as les yeux gonflés
Je t'ai réveillé?
Ah non! T'écrivais à ta Bien-aimée...
Qu'est-ce que tu caches là?
Là...dans ton tiroir...
Eh ben, quoi, fais voir!
Tu voulais m' faire peur?!...
Ah...Ha! C' que t'es blagueur!
Quelle chance que t'as
D'avoir, Lucien
Un vieux copain
Comme moi
Mai j' te connais
Mieux que personne
C'est c' qui t'étonne
Pas vrai?
Un autre que moi
N' comprendrait pas
Mais moi j' devine
Que tu m' taquines
Tu veux peut-être
Finir ta lettre...
J' vais l' dire aux copains
Et puis, tu nous rejoins...
Quelle chance que t'as
C'est pas pour dire
Que j'aime bien rire
Crois-moi!
Un autre que moi
Aurait marché
À ton ciné
Pas moi!
Allez, au revoir
À tout à l'heure
T'en fais une tête, sacré farceur!
Ah non ! Bien sûr que j'ai pas peur!
Toi 'y a pas d' danger
De te voir un jour
Souffrir et mourir
D'amour...
...Lucien!...
Eh bien quoi, Lucien!...
Donne-moi c' que t'as dans la main
Ah! C' t'agréable, d'être ton copain!
Ah non, Lucien!
Allez...
Viens!...
Zondag 20 juni 1971
Ghost Town
Ghost Town
Performer(s): Don Cherry
When I walk up Main Street
It isn't the same street
To me it's a haunted avenue
The crowded ballroom seems empty and blue
This town's a ghost town without you
What mem'ries I find
In the café we dined in
The sound of our laughter lingers on
This was a gay town
From dusk until dawn
Now it's a ghost town since you're gone
Sweetheart your face is in all those places
And my heart embraces each vision of you
If only we'd make up
These shadows would break up
And I'd see that sun come shining through
So, darling, come back, I need you, I do
Zaterdag 19 juni 1971
Lua Cheia
