Donderdag 20 januari 1977
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Donderdag 20 januari 1977
Rosana
Rosana
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Ya te estoy recordando, Rosana
aunque no te hayas ido
el lucero que brilla mañana
es lo que te he querido
Ya te estoy recordando, elegida
como un reo en la sombra
resucita el color de la vida
lo acaricia y lo nombra
Ni un centavo te cuesta este beso
pues mi alma lo paga
Sólo espero lo mismo por eso
hasta el fin de la saga
Cuando escriban la vida los buenos
al final vencedores
se sabrá que no usamos veneno
como aroma de flores
Brotará de la sangre ternura
inocencia y espejos
donde irán a correr travesuras
nuevos niños y viejos
Servirá de señal cada huella
de las horas felices
Se sabrá tanto de las estrellas
como de cicatrices
Y el camino que emprendas, Rosana
será mejor a veces
porque en otros momentos, cubana
tu llorarás con creces
Ya te vas
Yo no me quedo y no atino
a saber qué ha pasado
Sólo sé que, por causa o destino
ya no estas a mi lado
Woensdag 19 januari 1977
Comprami Un Juke-Box
Comprami Un Juke-Box
((French Version: Achète Moi Un Juke-Box (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Clement Nicholas
Performer(s): Dalida
Amo andare a scuola e mi piace studiar
Alla sera invece veglio solo ballar
E questa mia passione non la so dominar
Percio' non dir di no
Oh oh papà!
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà!
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
Se mi accontenti io ti prometto
Che d'ora in poi non usciro' mai più
Staro' buonissima a a fare i compiti
E ascoltero' Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Macchè, macchè ballar
Dalida!
Che strana novita
Dalida!
Che c'entra quella là
Oh oh papà
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
C'è tanto posto non ti agitare
Lo metterai a fianco del buffet
Cramato e lucido fa soprammobile
E poi ti dà, Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Peppino di Capri
Dalida!
Dallara e Celentano
Dalida!
Senti questi qu'à
Invitero un po di gente a ballar
Qualche rock qualche twist
E forse anche tu mi aiuterai a spostar
Il tavolo il tappeto la TV
Oh oh papà
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
Tu spendi meno se resto in casa
E in quanto a me lo ci guadagnero'
Perchè gli amici miei
Dovranno' gettonar per ascoltar
Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Ma non hanno capito niente
Dalida!
E come glielo spieghero
Dalida!
Ma in fondo perchè no
Dinsdag 18 januari 1977
Completely Sweet
Completely Sweet
Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran
Well completely sweet that's my baby
Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
Well completely sweet that's my baby
Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
And I love her more 'n' more each day
She's so completely sweet
Well a-just like a-honey, that the bees bring in
Mmm, a-just like a honey, that the bees bring in
Mmm, I get my sugar, when I kiss her on the chin
Well the sugar in my coffee, well the sugar in my tea
Well the sugar in my coffee, mmmm the sugar in my tea
Mmm, they both taste better, with a sugar on my knee
Dinsdag 18 januari 1977
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
Spread out now Rosie
doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and
Rosie you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
`cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun
Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there
Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool
Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright
Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door
Rosalita jump a little...
Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy
My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Rosalita jump a little...
Maandag 17 januari 1977
The Writing On The Wall
The Writing On The Wall
Performer(s): Lene Lovich
The writing's on the subway wall
I'm sorry that I never called
I, I never phoned
or wrote to you
It's silly 'cause
I wanted to
Oh yes, the subway wall
sadly seems to say it all
It's my mistake, I know that now
a bit too late to cry...
You're somewhere else
with someone else
and here am I, all by myself
An empty wall, and empty me
I write the things that should've been
I tell the world how much I care
and miss the one
that isn't there
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall...
The writing's on the subway wall
and give or take a year or so
someone will come
and rub it out
delete the words
that hurt my heart
Oh yes, there will remain
a little hurt, a little stain
the memory can still be read
upon the wall
inside my head
Oh - The writing on the wall
(right on)
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
(write on)
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall...
Maandag 17 januari 1977
Complete Control
Complete Control
Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
They said release 'Remote Control'
But we didn't want it on the label
They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"
The people laughed but the press went mad
Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in
I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again
At every hotel we was met by the Law
Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free
When we signed that bit of paper
They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast
They're dirty, they're filthy
They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking
I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Total
C-o-n control - that means you!
Maandag 17 januari 1977
Rosalita
Rosalita
Composer(s): Åge Aleksandersen
Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen & Mikael Wiehe
Når du ser på mæ
fra en TV-skjerm
Når di avmakt og redsel
når mæ her hjemme
Når et ansikt, et menneskebarn
trenge sæ frem
Æ vil glemme
Æ vil glemme
Æ vil glemme
Och när du upplever världen som
iskall och stor
Ska jag stå upp och sloss
för deg älskade bror
Jag skal skydda deg
mot orättvis och vold
Aldrig glömma
Aldrig glömma
Aldrig glömma
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Og vi passe på dæ i natt
Samisk tekst
Go du morašlaš calmmit deivet mu
Go don oððasiin siivudit muitalat
Olbmománná
Mo heive
Mun jurddašan
Mun in hálit, in hálit gullat
Mutho dieðán in sáhte lovpetge
Go mus oappát
Ja vieljat mu dárbbašit
De vaikko máilbmi garas
ja balddonas leaš
in áiggo goassige ciehkádit gal
Det finns ingen som hotar ditt liv här i natt
Du är en stjärna, en kung
För du äger en skatt
Du är liten, men enda
det största som finns på jorden
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
främtidens skatt
Och vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Når verden høgg tak i mæ
kald og stor
Vil æ reis mæ å sloss
for kvar søster og bror
Æ ska vær der på vakt
imot urett og vold
Aldri glemme
Aldri glemme
Aldri glemme
Behind the barbed-wired fences
the sun’s going down
You’re eating your ration
sitting on the ground
You’ve stopped counting the days
till you’ll get away
as the smoke from the campfire
put tears in your eyes
I know that you know
there will come a time
when the wheels of fortune
will spin the other way around
You shall not have lost
your childhood in vain
for the sake of the fanatical
greedy, insaine
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
främtidens skatt
Så vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Vi ska passe på dæ i natt
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Wreck On The Highway
Wreck On The Highway
Composer(s): Dorsey Dixon
Performer(s): Roy Acuff
Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
When I heard the crash on the highway
I knew what it was from the start
I went to the scene of destruction
And a picture was stamped on my heart
There was whiskey and blood all together
Mixed with glass where they lay
Death played her hand in destruction
But I didn't hear nobody pray
I wish I could change this sad story
That I am now telling you
But there is no way I can change it
For somebody's life is now through
Their soul has been called by the Master
They died in a crash on the way
And I heard the groans of the dying
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine
Composer(s): Philippe Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle
First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Moi j' me promène sous Ste-Catherine
J' profite de la chaleur du métro
Je n' me regarde pas dans les vitrines
Quand il fait trente en-dessous d' zéro
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Je ne me sens pas intrépide
Quand il fait fret j' fais pas du ski
J'ai pas d' motel aux Laurentides
Le samedi c'est l' soir du hockey
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Faut pas croire que j' suis une imbécile
Parce que j' chauffe pas une convertible
La gloire c'est pas mal inutile
Au prix du gaz c'est trop pénible
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne
Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps
Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes
Même les femmes et les enfants
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Croyez pas qu'on est pas chrétiens
Le dimanche on promène son chien
La la la...
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare
It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The onions are fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says
In God we trust
All others have to pay
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The short-order cook with the Momma tattoo
He's a'turnin' them hamburgers slow
"Eggs over easy, whole wheat down
D' y'all want that coffee to go?"
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star
That he'd wind up here today
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a tall, skinny girl in the booth in the back
Wearin' jeans and a secondhand fur
She's been to the doctor, then called up a man
And now wonders just where she can turn
She stares at her coffee, then looks toward the ceiling
But, Lord, it's a strange place to pray
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner
Feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her
But found he'd just rented some time
And he couldn't sleep, so he come back to see
If anyone else wants to play
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall
The first one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago
But, like Rose, it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register, dreamin' of someone
And how things'd be if he'd stayed
But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The stoop-shouldered man and his frizzy-haired woman
It's strange how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball, she's fixin' the blanket
Of the baby asleep on the seat
And he's out of work and she's puttin' on weight
And, hell, they never did had too much to say
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The waitress Darlene, she sits at the counter
Paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short-order cook, he yells, "Move it or lose it
And pick up an order of stew"
But someday a rich, handsome man will walk in
And carry her far, far away
From two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The shaggy-haired hippie, he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the change in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 cents
And he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him
But, Lord, that's a high price to pay
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The baby-faced sailor, he leans on the phone
And dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans
'Bout the wonderful places he's been
Then the wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
'Bout fortunes that he threw away
And Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie
If he's got a warm place to stay
And the short-order cook takes a five from the till
While Rosalie's lookin' away
And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
The Wreck Of The Old '97
The Wreck Of The Old '97 ((aka The Wreck On The Southern Old 97 (Henry Whitter) - 1924))
((Adapted from: The Ship That Never Return'd (Henry Clay Work) - 1865))
Composer(s): Henry Clay Work - Henry Whitter
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold - 1959
and multiple other artists
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven
You must put her in Spencer on time"
Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman
"Just shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes
So you see what a jump he made
He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour
And his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle
And scalded to death by the steam
Now, ladies, you must all take warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
Complainte De Pablo Neruda
Complainte De Pablo Neruda
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Je vais dire la légende
De celui qui s'est enfui
Et fait les oiseaux des Andes
Se taire au coeur de la nuit
Le ciel était de velours
Incompréhensiblement
Le soir tombe et les beaux jours
Meurent on ne sait comment
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Lorsque la musique est belle
Tous les hommes sont égaux
Et l'injustice rebelle
Paris ou Santiago
Nous parlons même langage
Et le même chant nous lie
Une cage est une cage
En France comme au Chili
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Sous le fouet de la famine
Terre terre des volcans
Le gendarme te domine
Mon vieux pays araucan
Pays double où peuvent vivre
Des lièvres et des pumas
Triste et beau comme le cuivre
Au désert d'Atacama
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Avec tes forêts de hêtres
Tes myrtes méridionaux
O mon pays de salpêtre
D'arsenic et de guano
Mon pays contradictoire
Jamais libre ni conquis
Verras-tu sur ton histoire
Planer l'aigle des Yankees
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Absent et présent ensemble
Invisible mais trahi
Neruda que tu ressembles
À ton malheureux pays
Ta résidence est la terre
Et le ciel en même temps
Silencieux solitaire
Et dans la foule chantant
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
Rosalie
Rosalie
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Eleanor Powell & Eddy Nelson
Rosalie, my darling
Rosalie, my dream
Since one night when stars danced above
I'm oh, oh, so much in love
So Rosalie, have mercy
Rosalie, don't decline
Won't you make my life thrilling
And tell me you're willing to be mine
Rosalie, mine
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
Composer(s): Carson J. Robison
Performer(s): Jim Reeves
and multiple other artists
One dark stormy night not a star was in sight
The North wind came howling down the line
There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear
And his orders to pull old Number Nine
She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
The joy in his heart he couldn't hide
The whole world seemed right for she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
The black smoke came pouring from the stack
The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he'd be goin' back
He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still
The headlight was shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race
In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground
He asked them to raise his weary head
His breath slowly went as this message he sent
To a maiden who thought she would be wed
"There's a little white home that I built for our own
Where I dreamed we'd be happy, you and I
But I leave it to you for I know you'll be true
Til we meet at the Golden Gate, goodbye"...
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
Company Man
Company Man
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor
It seems you've been living on your own
Lonely and free
Looking to make yourself known
Same as me
Well I see you in the public eyes
I see you're looking fine
The boy would be a businessman
And he signs the bottom line
Singing company man, do what you can with my name
Rock'n'roll, man here I am
I'm stacking my claim to fame
He's got the smiling face of a friend
Still you're not quite certain you know him
The smile turns into a grin
What do you owe him
You know you owe him
So if there's something you do well
Something you're proud of
Better to save some for yourself
If that's allowed
The crowd will never know you
You'll hardly know yourself
They'll turn you 'round and blow you up
'Til you think you're someone else
Singing company man, do what you can with my name
Rock'n'roll, man here I am
I'm stacking my claim to fame
He can turn your time to gold
You better make as much as you can my friend
'Cause his money will turn you old
And they need a young man
The job takes a young man
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
Rosa Dos Ventos
Rosa Dos Ventos
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Maria Bethânia; Paulinho Nogueira
E do amor gritou-se o escândalo
Do medo criou-se o trágico
No rosto pintou-se o pálido
E não rolou uma lágrima
Nem uma lástima
Pra socorrer
E na gente deu o hábito
De caminhar pelas trevas
De murmurar entre as pregas
De tirar leite das pedras
De ver o tempo correr
Mas, sob o sono dos séculos
Amanheceu o espetáculo
Como uma chuva de pétalas
Como se o céu vendo as penas
Moresse de pena
E chovesse o perdão
E a prudência dos sábios
Nem ousou conter nos lábios
O sorriso e a paixão
Pois transbordando de flores
A calma dos lagos zangou-se
A rosa-dos-ventos danou-se
O leito dos rios fartou-se
E inundou de água-doce
A amargura do mar
Numa enchente amazônica
Numa explosão atlântica
E a multidão vendo em pânico
E a multidão vendo atônita
Ainda que tarde
O seu despertar
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Mister John B.
Mister John B.
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays - Eddie Vartan - Gilles Thibault - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1950 - Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers)
1958 - Sloop John B (The Kingston Trio)
1989 - Hallo Ajouw (Normaal)
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient
Trois ans, ce n'est pas rien
Es-tu fier de toi, Mr John B?
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Pour toi pas de carillonneurs
Pas de colliers de fleurs
Ici ce n'est pas Tahiti, hé, Mr John B
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Ton sac a l'air lourd à porter
Tu t'es bien débrouillé
Mais as-tu gardé les mains propres, dis, Mr John B?
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
La rose de vents
(Tu l'as effleurée)
L'alcool a coulé
(L'argent a passé)
Tu dis "je t'aime" dans toutes les langues, Mr John B
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient
Alors tu te souviens
Qu'une fille t'attendait ici, Mr John B
Pourtant sur le quai
Regarde elle est là
Un garçon comme toi ne la mérite pas
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Company
Company
Composer(s): Alfred "Snuff" Johnson - Rickie Lee Jones
Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
I'll remember you too clearly
But I'll survive another day
Conversations to share
When there's no one there
I'll imagine what you'd say
I'll see you in another life now, baby
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
So now you're going off to live your life
You say we'll meet each other now and then
But we'll never be the same
And I know I'll never have this chance again
No, not like you
So, I'll see you in another life now baby,
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Rosa
