Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
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Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
Rosanna (Toto)
Rosanna
Composer(s): David Paich
Performer(s): Toto;
and various other artists
All I want to do when I wake up in the morning
is to see your eyes
Rosanna, Rosanna
Never thought that a girl like you could ever
care for me
Rosanna
All I want to do in the middle of the evening
is to hold you tight
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know you were looking for more than
I could ever give
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
I can see your face still shining through the
window on the other side
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know that a girl like you could meke
me feel so sad
Rosanna
All I want to tell you is that no one will
never ever have to compromise
Rosanna, Rosanna
I've never thought that losing you could ever
hurt so bad
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Yankee Doodle Boy
Yankee Doodle Boy
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
First performance by: George M. Cohan - 1904
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm the kid that's all the candy
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
I'm glad I am, So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
Made my name and fame and boodle
Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony
I love to listen to the Dixie strain
"I long to see ther girl I left behind me!"
And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh
Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria
Yanks through and through. Red, White and Blue
Father was so Yankee hearted, When the Spanish war was started
He slipped in his uniform and hopped upon a pony
My mother's mother was a Yankee free
My father's father was a Yankee too
And that's going some, For the Yankees by gosh
Oh, say can you see Any thing about my pedigree that's phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Comptine Pour Clementine
Comptine Pour Clementine
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat; Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Qui frappe à coups redoublés
À ta porte verrouillée
Sans s'occuper des voisins
Qu'aiment pas le tambourin
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
La clé fait deux petits tours
Entrez monsieur mon amour
Entrez mon printemps joli
Mon oiseau de paradis
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Pour ta si cruelle absence
Faudra faire pénitence
Un pater c'est bien le moins
Et trois ave sur mon sein
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
Dieu nous donne le charbon
Au diable tous tes jupons
Accroche au clou tes dentelles
Et cisaille tes ficelles
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Oublions les hypocrites
Les fabricants d'eau bénite
Voilà le premier baiser
Que tu dois apprivoiser
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Il n'y a pas de morale
Dans ma chanson de cigale
Il n'y a c'est instinctif
Qu'un petit cri subversif
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Rosanna (Gordon Lightfoot)
Rosanna
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Rosanna makes my day begin
With kisses for a king
And coffee on a silver tray
She sees the shape I'm in
And if she should ever break away
I'd follow close behind her
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna knows the times I keep
A fire softly glows
And the shadows lick the walls
She knows when I'm asleep
The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time
And all is well by nine
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna moves across the floor
Her perfume fills the air
As she walks beside my easy chair
I touch her hand once more
And I may never sleep again
I like the bag she put me in
Rosanna knows the ways of a man
But not the way I feel
I don't really care what happens now
It's catch me if you can
For no matter what occasion should arise
She likes to sympathize
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rosanna, Rosanna
Rules my heart
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
The Yam
The Yam
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
and multiple other artists
Any Yams today? Any Yams today?
Come on and hear the Yam and cry
"Any Yam today?"
The sweet potatoes that he'll fry
Will be Yam today
The little step that you see him do
With every yam that he sells to you
Is something that you ought to try
Come and yam today!
Come get what I've got
It will hit the spot
Get your sweet and hot
Yam....
Raise your hand and sway
Like you hold a tray
When you're on your way
Yam....
Come on shake your depression
And let's have a yam session
There's that long note, one-two-three
Yam...
Every orchestra
In America
Will be doing the
Yam...
I didn't come to do the Charleston
I didn't come to ball the jack
I didn't come to do the Suzie Q
Or do the bottom they call black
I didn't come to do big apple
I didn't come to do the shag
But honey here I am to do the yam
Because the yam is in the bag
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
Comprendre
Comprendre
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Je t'apprendrai l'eau la lumière
L'arbre la source le torrent
Le secret des vignes des pierres
Le bruit du vent
Toi tu m'apprendras la panthère
Le chat le renard et l'oiseau
Le cri blessé du solitaire
Loin du troupeau
Nous apprendrons à voir les choses
Et leur pourquoi et leur comment
J'aurai l'innocence des roses
Toi des enfants
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
Le monde aujourd'hui
Tu m'apprendras tes yeux de fleur
Tes bras colliers tes hanches flammes
Ton rêve abeille et crève-coeur
Ton rire femme
Je serai l'ombre qui te suit
Cette part toujours en nous-mêmes
Qui se dérobe à l'autre et fuit
Ce que l'on aime
Nous apprendrons à nous connaître
En jetant bas les interdits
Je serai la fenêtre ouverte
Et toi la nuit
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
Ce qui nous unit
Nous conjuguerons l'avenir
À chaque instant présent dans toi
En partageant le vin le rire
Avec ceux-là
Qui vivent plus haut que leurs songes
Qui haïssent la solitude
Qui chassent l'ombre et le mensonge
Des habitudes
Nous apprendrons à voir le monde
Avec ces hommes d'aujourd'hui
Dont les rêves aux nôtres se fondent
À l'infini
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
L'homme d'aujourd'hui
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
