Donderdag 10 april 1975
Function At The Junction
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Function At The Junction
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Woensdag 9 april 1975
The Legend Of Xanadu
The Legend Of Xanadu
Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
First release by: Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich - 1968
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land
That bears the name of Xanadu
Cursed without hope, was the love that I sought
Lost from the start, was the duel
That was s'possed to win her heart in Xanadu
And the footprints leave no traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo in the vultures cry as if to show
Our love was for a day
Then doomed to pass away
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with the pain and the tears and the grief
Did you ever give your self to any one man in this whole wide world
Or did you love me and will you find your way back one day to Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
Woensdag 9 april 1975
Chantilly Lace
Chantilly Lace
((French Version: Au Camp Du Bonheur (Eddy Mitchell) - 1978))
Composer(s): Big Bopper
First release by: Big Bopper - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Hello, baaaaby!
Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin'
Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing!
Do I what? Will I what?
Oh baby, you knoooow what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Make the world go 'round
Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
What's that, baby?
But... but... but... oh, honey!
Oh baby, you know what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Make the world go 'round
Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
Woensdag 9 april 1975
Fun, Fun, Fun
Fun, Fun, Fun
Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Mike Love
Performer(s): The Beach Boys;
and various other artists
Well she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun, fun, fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well the girls can't stand her
'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now
(You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace)
She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now
(You look like an ace now you look like an ace)
A lot of guys try to catch her
But she leads them on a wild goose chase now
(You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And she'll have fun, fun, fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well you knew all along
That your dad was getting wise to you now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And since he took your set of keys
You've been thinking that your fun is all through now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
But you can come along with me
'Cause we got a lot of things to do now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Dinsdag 8 april 1975
Legend Of Wyatt Earp
Legend Of Wyatt Earp
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Harold Adamson
Performer(s): The Ken Darby Singers
and multiple other artists
I'll tell you a story, a real true life story
A tale of the Western frontier
The West, it was lawless, but one man was flawless
And his is the story you'll hear
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
Brave, courageous and bold
Long live his fame and long life his glory
And long may his story be told
When he came to Kansas, to settle in Kansas
He planned on a peaceable life
Some goods and some chattel, a few head of cattle
A home and a sweet loving wife
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
Brave Courageous and bold
Long live his fame and long live his glory
And long may his story be told
Now, he wasn't partial to bein' a marshal
But fate went and dealt him his hand
While outlaws were lootin' and killin' and shootin'
He knew that he must take a stand
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
Long may his story be told
Well he cleaned up the country, the old wild west country
He made law and order prevail
And none can deny it, the legend of Wyatt
Forever will live on the trail
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
Brave Courageous and bold
Long live his fame and long live his glory
And long may his story be told
Long may his story be told
Dinsdag 8 april 1975
Chanteur Des Années 80
Chanteur Des Années 80
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Toi qui joue et qui chante sur des rythmes fous
Des mots qui veulent refaire le monde
Et aller jusqu'au bout
Toi qui joue et qui gagne coup sur coup
Dans des salles en délire qui t'acclament debout
Tu n'connais qu'le soleil des rayons lasers
Qui brûlent un peu ta peau à chacun d'tes concerts
Et ta révolution un jour fera rêver
Ça sera ton testament pour ceux qui vont chanter
Après toi
C'est pour ça n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour
Un peu d'amour,d'amour
Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain
Laisse un peu d'amour
Un peu d'amour, d'amour
Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80
Toi qui boucle ta valise pour t'en aller plus loin
En cadillac ou en stop sur les lignes de ta main
Tu t'arrêteras peut-être sur la route faire le plein
Tes illusions d'hier et tes rêves de demain
N'oublie pas d'dire merci comme ça de temps en temps
A ceux qui t'ont suivi et même à ceux qui souvent
Disaient que ta musique ça n'était que du vent
Aujourd'hui s'ils t'imitent c'est qu't'avait du talent
C'est pour ça, ne change pas, n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour
Un peu d'amour, d'amour
Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain
Laisse un peu d'amour
Un peu d'amour, d'amour
Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80
Laisse un peu d'amour
Un peu d'amour, d'amour
Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80
Laisse un peu d'amour
Dinsdag 8 april 1975
Fumo Negli Occhi
Fumo Negli Occhi
(Adapted from: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - 1933)
Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern; Mariano Rapetti
Performer(s): Meme Bianchi - 1936
and multiple other artists
No, io non piango sai
è soltanto che
fumi e il fumo va
dentro gli occhi miei
fino in fondo al cuore
No, io non piangerò
anche se io so
che mi lascerai
come hai detto tu
e non tornerai
Io vivrò
la vita senza te
ma come io non lo so
io vivrò
ma solamente per
dimenticare te
No, io non piango sai
è soltanto che
fumi e il fumo va
dentro gli occhi miei
fino in fondo al cuor
Fino in fondo al cuor
Maandag 7 april 1975
The Legend Of Wooley Swamp
The Legend Of Wooley Swamp
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels - Charlie Hayward - Fred Edwards - James Marshall - Joel "Taz" DiGregorio - Tom Crain
Performer(s): Charlie Daniels
and multiple other artists
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black water sucked him down
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran
But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain...
Maandag 7 april 1975
Chanter Pour Toi
Chanter Pour Toi
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - David Hallyday
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Sur le chemin
Où marche la haine
Et sur la route
Que tu cherches devant toi
Quand saigne la plaine...
Sur le chemin
Tu poses ta peine
Tu souffles un peu
C'est pas loin c'est devant toi
Quand saigne la plaine...
Il me reste une chose à faire
Pour toi et pour des gens comme toi
C'est chanter pour toi
Et pendant que saigne la plaine
Il me reste une chose à faire pour toi
C'est chanter pour toi
Il me reste une seule chose à faire
Il me reste une seule chose à faire pour toi
C'est chanter pour toi
C'est le soleil
Qui montre la route
Il s'en va là où le rêve s'en va
Quand saigne la plaine...
Si tu le suis
Tu verras sans doute
Là où il dort
C'est pas loin c'est là devant toi
Quand saigne la plaine...
Il me reste une chose à faire
Pour toi et pour des gens comme toi
C'est chanter pour toi
C'est chanter pour toi
Maandag 7 april 1975
Fumée
Fumée
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Toute cette fumée te cache à moi
Pourtant tu es là
Et même la pluie qui vient troubler
Cette illusion de toi
Tout se change en rêve à présent
La vérité s'en va
Je reste là
Ton parfum est si fort que tu es là ma tête tourne
Et je te vois
C'est bien toi oh non
Dans cette fumée tu es l'arc-en-ciel
Dans un ciel gris
Et même le temps semble arrêté
Et mon esprit détruit
Tout se change en rêve à présent
La vérité s'en va
Je reste là
Ton parfum est si fort que tu es là ma tête tourne
Et je te vois
C'est bien toi oh non
Toute cette fumée vient me voler
Le meilleur de toi
Et même la nuit vient déchirer
Ton souvenir en moi
Tout se change en rêve à présent
La vérité s'en va
Je reste là
Ton parfum est si fort que tu es là ma tête tourne
Et je te vois
C'est bien toi oh non
Toute cette fumée
Toute cette fumée
Toute cette fumée
Me tourne
Me tourne la tête...
Zondag 6 april 1975
Leaves That Are Green
Leaves That Are Green
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Paul Simon - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
I held her close but she fainted in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Hello hello hello hello
Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
Zondag 6 april 1975
Chanter Pour Ceux Qui Sont Loin De Chez Eux
Chanter Pour Ceux Qui Sont Loin De Chez Eux
Composer(s): Michel Berger
First release by: Michel Berger - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Celui-là passe toute la nuit
À regarder les étoiles
En pensant qu'au bout du monde
Y a quelqu'un qui pense à lui
Et cette petite fille qui joue
Qui ne veut plus jamais sourire
Et qui voit son père partout
Qui s'est construit un empire
Où qu'ils aillent
Où qu'ils aillent
Ils sont tristes à la fête
Où qu'ils aillent
Où qu'ils aillent
Ils sont seuls dans leur tête
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Qui a volé leur histoire
Qui a volé leur mémoire
Qui a piétiné leur vie
Comme on marche sur un miroir
Celui-là voudra des bombes
Celui-là comptera les jours
En alignant des bâtons
Comme les barreaux d'une prison
Où qu'ils aillent
Où qu'ils aillent
Ils sont tristes à la fête
Ils sont tristes à la fête
Où qu'ils aillent
Où qu'ils aillent
Ils sont seuls dans leur tête
Ils sont seuls dans leur tête
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Oui chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Qui sont loin de chez eux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux
Je veux chanter pour ceux
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Qu'on oublie peu à peu
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Et qui ont dans leurs yeux
Quelque chose qui fait mal
Qui fait mal
Je pense à eux
Je pense à eux
Ça fait mal
Ça fait mal
Quand je pense à eux
Quand je pense à eux
Ça fait mal
Ça fait mal
Oh! ça fait mal
Zondag 6 april 1975
Full-Time Lover
Full-Time Lover
Composer(s): Frank Jones; Frank Scott
Performer(s): The Fabulous Thunderbirds;
and various other artists
Well, I found me
Yes, I found me a full-time lover
Well, I found me
Yes, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time woman
But she's my full-time lover now
Well, I work the graveyard shift
Seven days a week
I'm so downhearted
I can't hardly even speak
I'll tell you the reason
The reason why I feel this way
I can't find a full-time love
Yes, but I think I found one today
Well, I found me
Lord, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man
But she's my full-time lover now
Well, people you don't know
You don't know the shape I'm in
I ask her where she's goin'
She tells me where she's been
She came home last night
Thought she'd be goin' back out the door
Then she told me "Baby
I ain't leavin' you no more"
Well, I found me
Lord, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man
But she's my full-time lover now
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
The Laughing Policeman
The Laughing Policeman
Composer(s): Billy Grey
Performer(s): Charles Penrose; Tiny Tim
I know a fat old policeman
He's always on our street
A fat and jolly red-faced man
He really is a treat
He's too kind for a policeman
He's never known to frown.
And everybody says
He is the happiest man in town!
He laughs upon point duty
He laughs upon his beat
He laughs at everybody
When he's walking in the street
He never can stop laughing
He says he's never tried
But once he did arrest a man
And laughed until he cried!
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
His jolly face is wrinkled
And then he shut his eyes
He opened his great big mouth
It was a wonderous size!
He said "I must arrest you!"
He didn't know what for
And then he started laughing
Until he cracked his fat old jaw
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
So if you chance to meet him
While walking 'round the town
Shake him by his fat old hand
And give him half a crown
His eyes will beam and sparkle
He'll gurgle with delight
And then you'll start him laughing
With all his blessed might!
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
Chanter Les Voix
Chanter Les Voix
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Jacques Revaux
Performer(s): Dalida
Agenouillée au pied du lit
Dans une chemise de draps
Juste au-dessous d'un crucifix
Dans une chemise de draps
Petite fille encore hier
Quand tout pleurait autour de moi
Je m'endormais dans mes prières
Et j'entendais chanter des voix
C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
c'était des voix d'enfant
Je ne mens plus dans mes prière
Je ne fais plus le signe de croix
Mais comme si c'était hier
J'entends toujours chanter mes voix
Ce sont des voix très ordinaires
Elle ont gardé un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
Ce sont des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
ce sont des voix d'enfant
À l'heure où les amours trépassent
Quand l'avenir est derrière soi
C'est tout un régiment qui passe
De chagrin et de feu de joie
C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons imaginaires
c'était des voix d'enfant
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
Full Of Fire
Full Of Fire
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Mabon Hodges
Performer(s): Al Green
I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
you're my one desire...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
you can make me cry...
I can dance to the music...
I can sing all night long...
I can play with the band until you hear my song...
'cause I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
see the party lights....
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
its the reason why...
I can dance with the fire...
burnin'.... burnin' low...
I can stay 'til the party is all over...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
I rolled a twenty one...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire full of fire)...
life has just begun...
Ooo Ooo I can dance to the music...
I can under... understand that there must be a power that I hold in my hands...
dance... dance... dance...
Oh I understand...
young man... young man... I say I understand....
I can dance... dance...dance... dance...
I understand...
there's some things that I know...
but I want the horns to blow...
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
The Laughing Gnome
The Laughing Gnome
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah...)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome
Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"
In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a rolling gnome"
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")
(One more time, yeah)
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
Chanter La Vie
Chanter La Vie
((Adapted from: I Have A Dream (ABBA) - 1979))
((German Version: Ich Leb' Im Traum (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Bjorn Ulvaeus - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie toujours plus haut
Dans ses défauts voir un défi
Ouvre ta fenêtre sur un arbre mort
Un enfant va naître, c'est lui le plus fort
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcement le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
Full Moon And Empty Arms
Full Moon And Empty Arms ((aka All By Myself (by Eric Carmen) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Piano Concerto No. 2 In C Minor, Op. 18 (by Sergei Rachmaninoff) - 1900))
Composer(s): Sergei Rachmaninoff - Buddy Kaye - Ted Mossman
Performer(s): Ray Noble and His Orch. - 1946
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1996 - Sola Otra Vez (by Celine Dion)
2001 - Je Vous Aime Ainsi (by Jeanne Mas)
2003 - Da Solo No (by Tony Henry & The Royal Philharmonic Orch.)
Full moon and empty arms
The moon is there for us to share, but where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory
And every kiss could start a dream for two
Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you
Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
my empty arms will be filled with you
Donderdag 3 april 1975
The Latin Quarter
