Zaterdag 3 januari 1976
Cities
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Zaterdag 3 januari 1976
(Give Me Back My) Name
(Give Me Back My) Name
Composer(s): David Byrne
Performer(s)): Talking Heads
There's a word for it
And words don't mean a thing
There's name for it
And names make all the difference in the world
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let X make a statement
Let breath pass through those cracked lips
That man was my hero
And now that word has been taken from us
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name
Give me back my name
Something has been changed in my life
Something has been changed in my life
Something must be returned to us
Something must me returned to us
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
The Pussycat Song (N'yot N'yow)
The Pussycat Song (N'yot N'yow)
Composer(s): Dick Manning
Performer(s): Perry Como & The Fontane Sisters
Fontane Sisters:
This is the story 'bout Perry who came home late one night!
Perry Como:
Must have been about a two or three am, something like that!
FS:
"Gotta get me some sleep", he yawned
as he turned out the light!
PC:
Haaw! I guess I was too tired to do any reading!
FS:
Whether he dreamed what happened
or if he really heard it, he wouldn't bet
but he swears it sounded like two cats singin' a duet!
PC:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
This is me, your boyfriend 'Tom'
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
PC:
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
This is old Tom, 'Tom' the atom-bomb!
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
We assure you we'd come y'out if only we knew how
They tell us that you really are the cat's 'Meow'!
PC:
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten now?
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
PC:
Oh!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
We will serenade the moon!
PC:
N'yot N'yow!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our little kitten
We will sing a little tune!
PC:
N'yot N'yow!
When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout
They locked the door and they forgot to put me-yowt!
FS:
Oowah!
PC:
Alone from night to night you'll find me!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
Mee-yowh!
PC:
Heh heh
OK, now!
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
Citadel
Citadel
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Men are armed shout who goes there
We have journeyed far from here
Armed with bibles make us swear
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Flags are flying, dollar bills
Round the heights of concrete hills
You can see the pinnacles
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
In the streets are many walls
Hear the peasants come and crawl
You can hear their lovers call
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Screaming people fly so fast
In thier shining mental cars
Through the woods of steel and glass
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love
(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love
Composer(s): Phil Everly
Performer(s): Eddie Hodges
My father looked at me one day
said "Son, it's plain to see
That you're getting older
and should have a talk with me
You'll soon be going on lots of dates as to a man you grow
And there's one important thing ev'ry boy should know"
And that is
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why some have eyes of blue
That's why some stand five foot two
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
One day soon you'll have a date and you'll take her home that night
Then you'll find you'll wonder would a kiss be right
The more you look, the more you'll find those doubts will fill your
head
But think real hard and you might recall what your ol' Dad said"
He said that
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
"Then you'll meet that special girl who'll sweep your off your feet
You'll want to say you love her, but you'll find it hard to speak
This is a time when you'll find it's better left unsaid
Just tell 'er like I told your Mom, with a kiss instead"
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made ........ Fade
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
The Pusher
The Pusher
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
You know I smoked a lot of grass
Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
If you live -- or if you die
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! The pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With a lump of grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah... but the pusher will ruin your body
Lord he'll leave your mind to scream
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! God damn the pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
Well now if I were the president of this land
You know I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he run
And I'd kill him with my bible, and my razor and my gun...
God Damn! The pusher
God damn the pusher
I said God damn! God damn the pusher man!
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
Cita Con Ángeles
Cita Con Ángeles
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Desde los tiempos más remotos
vuelan los ángeles guardianes
siempre celosos de sus votos
contra atropellos y desmanes
Junto a las cunas infantiles
junto a los tristes moribundos
cuentan que velan los gentiles
seres con alas de otro mundo
Cuando este ángel surca el cielo
no hay nada que se le asemeje
El fin de su apurado vuelo
es la sentencia de un hereje
no se distraiga ni demore
todo es ahora inoportuno
Va rumbo al campo de las flores
donde la hoguera espera a Bruno
Se lanza un ángel de la altura
caída libre que da frío
La orden de su jefatura
es descender hasta Dos Ríos
Es 19 y también mayo
monte de espuma y madre sierra
cuando otro ángel a caballo
cae “con los pobres de la tierra”
Dicen que al filo de la una
un angelote compasivo
pasó delante de la luna
sobrevolando los olivos
Y cuentan que con mala maña
fue tiroteado su abanico
justo a la hora que en España
se asesinaba a Federico
Un bello arcángel aletea
junto a un gran pájaro de hierro
Procura que un hombre lo vea
para ahuyentar cien mil destierros
Pero el arcángel se sofoca
y un ala azul se le lastima
y el ave negra abre la boca
cuando atraviesan Hiroshima
Dejando un surco luminoso
por sobre Memphis, Tennessee
pasó volando presuroso
un ser alado en frenesí
Iba vistiéndose de luto
iba llorando el querubín
e iba contando los minutos
de Dios y Martin Luther King
El ángel pasa bajo un puente
después rodea un rascacielos
Parque Central, lleno de gente
no se da cuenta de su vuelo
Cuánta utopía será rota
y cuánto de imaginación
cuando a la puerta del Dakota
las balas derriben a John
Septiembre aúlla todavía
su doble saldo escalofriante
todo sucede un mismo día
gracias a un odio semejante
Y el mismo ángel que allá en Chile
vio bombardear al presidente
ve las dos torres con sus miles
cayendo inolvidablemente
Desesperados, los querubes
toman los cielos de la tierra
y con sus lápices de nubes
pintan adioses a las guerras
El mundo llena los balcones
y exclama al fin: esta es mi lucha
pero el señor de los cañones
no mira al cielo ni lo escucha
Pobres los ángeles urgentes
que nunca llegan a salvarnos
¿Será que son incompetentes
o que no hay forma de ayudarnos?
Para evitarles más dolores
y cuentas del sicoanalista
seamos un tilín mejores
y mucho menos egoístas
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
Spanish Title: Jinetes En El Cielo
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists
An old cowpoke went riding out
one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves wuz made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered thru the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to atch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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Dean Martin's version:
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
The ghost herd in the sky
Yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
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Woensdag 31 december 1975
The Puppy Song
The Puppy Song
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
If only I could have a puppy
I'd call myself so very lucky
Just to have some company
To share a cup of tea with me
I'd take my puppy everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
Then we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no dogs allowed
Oh we... I know he'd never bite me
We... I know he'd never bite me
If only I could have a friend
Who sticks with me until the ned
And walk along beside the sea
To share a bit of moon with me
I'd take my friend most everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
And we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no friends allowed
Oh we... we'd be so happy to be...
We... we'd be so happy to be together
But dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
(Your wish will come true)
And a wish's just a dream (Your wish will come true)
Your wish to come true (Your wish will come true)
Woensdag 31 december 1975
Cirrus Minor
Cirrus Minor
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1969
In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird you are not long in
Singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later
Woensdag 31 december 1975
Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir
Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir
Italian Title: Pensiamoci Ogni Sera
Composer(s): Carlo Pes;
Gianni Boncompagni; Jimmy Fontana
Performer(s): Dalida
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Ou tous deux on pourra voir la nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Je pense à toi souvent je m'ennuie loin de toi
Et quand revient le printemps je suis trop seul sans toi
Mais j'ai le cœur plein d'espoirs
Puisqu'on se retrouve chaque soir
Dans un petit coin du ciel au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais je sais je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là, tu seras près de moi
Tout près de moi
Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil
Tous deux on pourra voir La nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas
Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi
Tout près de moi
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras
Et qui sait si on se reverra
Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais
Oh rien n'a changé
Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi tout près de moi
Rendez vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Ou tous deux on pourra voir
La nuit qui s'éveille
Et l'on se dira tout bas
Tous les mots...
Dinsdag 30 december 1975
The Proud One
The Proud One
Composer(s): Bob Gaudio - Bob Crewe
Performer(s): The Osmonds; Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons
Livin' is dyin'
'Cause love you've left me cryin'
Now there's no use tryin' to go on
Each night I dream baby, pretendin'
There'll be a happy endin'
Burnin' down deep inside
Got a heartbreak that I can't hide
(Down inside, deep down inside)
I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees
Baby, please
Oh baby, remember
The love we shared so tender
Hoping that forever you'd me mine
I wish you could hear me, oh baby
If only you were near me
I didn't know what I had
Don't ya know that I feel so bad
(Didn't know, I didn't know)
I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees
I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees
I'm not the proud one, I need you
I'm beggin' to you baby, please
You're the proud one, believe me
This poor man is down on his knees
Dinsdag 30 december 1975
Ciribiribin (Grace Moore)
Ciribiribin
((Dutch, English, & French Versions:
Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Carlos Tiochet
Performer(s): Grace Moore
and multiple other artists
Su, finiscila coi baci
bel moruccio birichin
e non vedi tu la luna
che dal ciel fa capolin?
E se pur la luna spia
noi lasciamola guardar
anche il pallido suo raggio
ci consiglia a seguitar
Ma poi, chissá cosa dirà?
E via, dirà, cosa dirà, dirà, dirà
Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin
Ciríbiribin
Ciribiribin
che bel faccin
che sguardo dolce
ed assassin
Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin
che bel nasin
che bei dentin
che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
che bel faccin!
Dinsdag 30 december 1975
Rendez-Vous Au Lavandou
Rendez-Vous Au Lavandou
Composer(s): André Pascal; Paul Mauriat
Performer(s): Dalida; Henri Salvador
Ce soir la mer et le ciel
Ce sont donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel du Lavandou
Et sur la plage doré
Le sable c'est plus doux
Le ciel s'endort sur la mer joue contre joue
Que m'importe un si beau soir
Eclatant de mille feux
Si je ne peut pas le voir dans vos yeux
Que m'importe si le vent
Murmure des mots très doux
Si mon cœur ne les attend que de vous
Ce soir la mer et le ciel
C'était donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel rien que pour nous
La vie l'aligne sur le grève
En un collier de rêve
C'est mille diamants
Et l'âme reflète l'image
D'un ciel sans nuage tout piqué d'argent
Tout autour de moi semble dire l'ivresse de vivre
Mais seul je suis triste
Pourtant
Ce soir la mer et le ciel
C'était donnés rendez-vous
Pour faire un monde irréel
Rien que pour vous
Et sur le sable mouillé
Avec un dernier remous
Frissonne et meurt effacés mes rêves
Mes rêves fous
Maandag 29 december 1975
The Proposal
The Proposal
Composer(s): Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman - Norman Luboff
Performer(s): Norman Luboff Choir; The Brothers Four
Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
Never, never have I proposed before
What I tell you is true
Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
I can promise most happy life with me
If you answer "I do"
I travel over mountain and hill
I even sail the tropical sea
I never feel excitement until
You look in the direction of me
Now the situation is clear
No more travelling will I do
Because I have a romantic ideal
And you know it's all about you
I'll build a house for you in the sun
And from the window we'll see the moon
We'll be the envy of ev'ryone
And we'll be more than two very soon
Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
Never, never have I proposed before
What I tell you is true
Barma says je vous aime pour tu Marie
How I want to marry you
I can promise most happy life with me
If you answer "I do"
Maandag 29 december 1975
Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis)
Ciribiribin
((Dutch, English, & Italian Versions:
Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Grace Moore))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Léo Lelievre - Henri Christiné
Performer(s): Elyane Célis
and multiple other artists
Délaissant sa jeune femme
Qui pousse un profond soupir
Le mari vieux et sans flamme
Dans sa chambre va dormir
Alors se sentant renaître
Et bravant le Bartolo
Elle court à la fenêtre
Écouter son Roméo
Dans son refrain le troubadour
Redit joyeux ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, vite ouvre-moi
Je veux chanter auprès de toi
Ciribiribin, ce mot n'est rien
Cependant tu le comprends bien
Ciribiribin, je veux monter
Te prendre afin de me griser
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, un doux baiser
N'étant pas du tout rebelle
Pour mieux l'entendre chanter
Sa charmante ritournelle
Elle dit: tu peux monter
Puisque mon époux me sèvre
De ce refrain si charmant
Je l'apprendrai sur ta lèvre
En t'enlaçant tendrement
Bientôt après au troubadour
Elle disait ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, cet air me plaît
Reprenons le dernier couplet
Ciribiribin, mon mari dort
Mon chéri répétons encore
Ciribiribin, ô mon amant
Viens me refaire gentiment
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, un doux serment
Tout à coup l'époux s'éveille
En entendant le duo
Sa fureur est sans pareille
Pourtant il ne souffle mot
Car il n'empêchera guère
Les deux amants de chanter
Et ne pouvant rien y faire
Il murmure dépité
Entre les bras du troubadour
Elle a chanté ce mot d'amour
Toujours
Toujours
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, l'air menaçant
La lune me montre un croissant
Ciribiribin, quand il ne peut
Chanter ce refrain amoureux
Ciribiribin, le vieux mari
Par son épouse, est chaque nuit
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, toujours puni
Maandag 29 december 1975
Rendez-Vous À Brazilia
Rendez-Vous À Brazilia
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour;
Georges Garvarentz; Clement Nicolas
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Le coeur du Brésil s'élance
Dans un carnaval immense
Tout le pays est en transe
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Aujourd'hui c'est jour de fête
C'est un long cri de conquêtes
Qui raisonne dans nos têtes
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Que l'on soit pauvre ou bien riche
Croyant Dieu ou les fétiches
C'est la joie que l'on affiche
De Rio jusqu'à Bagna
On a refermé les églises
Et la foule se déguise
Pour s'amuser à sa guise
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Du marché à la chapelle
Les piazzas jusqu'aux ruelles
On s'appelle on s'interpelle
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
De toutes parts la joie fuse
Les gens rient les gens s'amusent
Les chanteurs trouvent leur muse
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Dans ce joyeux tintamarre
De couicases et de guitares
Dansent des masques bizzares
Frappant leur sol de leurs pas
Et les confettis en cascade
Tombent sur les mascarades
L'amour est en embuscade
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Bras au ciel on s'abandonne
Mais que Rio nous pardonne
Si déjà ce cri raisonne
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Non ce n'est plus un mirage
Tout est prêt pour le voyage
Carioca fait tes bagages
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Oh samba samba légendaire
Voit le sang de cette terre
Vers la ville de lumières
Demain tu nous conduiras
Que l'amour brûle dans nos veines
Que la danse nous déchaîne
Pour la féerie brésilienne
Rendez-vous à Brazilia
Zondag 28 december 1975
The Proper Ornaments
The Proper Ornaments
Composer(s): Chris Dedrick
Performer(s): The Free Design
Ba Ba Ba...
Ornaments of Life, ornaments of life
There’s your brand new car, sir, here’s your hat and gloves
There’s your pretty wife, sir, whom you almost love
There’s your color TV set and your impressive pad
There’s your little baby girl you’re almost glad you had
Such a pretty dress, miss, such a graceful walk
Bubbling femininity, authoritative talk
There’s your man he’s prominent; treats you like a queen
All your little secrets kept, your reputations clean
The proper ornaments of life
Gotta have status
have a paid vacation
have an intellectual education
ornaments of life
proper ornaments of life
Fur coats, jewels and laces, bright red lipstick, big cars, money, tuxes and top
hats
hide behind the mask of clothes and makeup: ornaments
There’s your brand new car, sir, here’s your hat and gloves
There’s your pretty wife, sir, whom you almost love
There’s your color TV set and your impressive pad
There’s your little baby girl you’re almost glad you had
What’s behind that countenance
What’s behind the lace
What is in your mind and heart
Thats hidden by your face
Behind the ornaments in your life?
Zondag 28 december 1975
Ciribiribin (They're So In Love)
Ciribiribin (They're So in Love)
((Dutch, French, & Italian Versions:
Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis); Ciribiribin (Grace Moore))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Harry James - Jack Lawrence
Performer(s): Harry James
and multiple other artists
When the moon hangs low in Napoli, there's a handsome gondolier
Every night he sings so happily, so his lady love can hear
In a manner oh gravissimo, he repeats his serenade
And his heart beats so fortissimo, when she raises her Venetian shade
Ciribiribin, chiribiribin, ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony
Ciribiribin, he begs to hold her tight, but no, she won't agree
Ciribiribin, she throws a rose and blows a kiss from up above
Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they're so in love
Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they're so in love
Zondag 28 december 1975
Rendez-Vous (Eddy Mitchell)
