Zaterdag 22 januari 2000
Amici
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Zaterdag 22 januari 2000
Wynken, Blynken And Nod
Wynken, Blynken And Nod
Composer(s): Lucy Simon
Performer(s): Carly Simon
Winkin' and Blinkin' and Nod one night
Sailed off on a wooden shoe
Sailed down a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew
"Now where are you going and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three
"Well we're going out fishing for Herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea"
"And some silver and gold have we"
Said, Winkin' and Blinkin' and Nod
The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in their wooden shoe
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew
While the little stars were the Herring fish
That lived in the beautiful sea
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish
Never a feared are we"
So sang the stars to the fishermen three
Winkin' and Blinkin' and Nod
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fishermen home
T'was all so pretty a sight it seemed
As if it could not be
And some folks thought t'was a dream
They dreamed of sailing the beautiful sea
But I shall name you the fishermen three
Winkin' and Blinkin' and Nod
Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes
And Nod is a little head
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle bed
So close your eyes while mother sings
Of the beautiful sights that be
And you will see the wonderful things
As you rock in your misty sea
Where the old moon rocked the fishermen three
Winkin' and Blinkin' and Nod
Vrijdag 21 januari 2000
A Very Special Day
A Very Special Day
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Tommy Steele
Am I building something up that really isn't there?
Do I make a big romance of a small affair?
Should I be more practical, as friends would have me be?
Being practical is very hard for me
I wake up each morning with a feeling in my heart
That today will be a very special day
I keep right on clinging to that feeling in my heart
Till the winds of ev'ning blow my dreams away
Later on at bedtime, when my world has come apart
And I'm in my far from fancy negligee
With a piece of toast to munch
And a nice hot cup of tea
I begin to have a hunch
That tomorrow's going to be a very special day for me
I wake up each morning with a feeling in my heart
That today will be a very special day
I keep right on clinging to that feeling in my heart
Till the winds of ev'ning blow my dreams away
Vrijdag 21 januari 2000
Wuthering Heights
Wuthering Heights
Italian Title: Cime Tempestose
Performer(s): Kate Bush
Originally performed by: Kate Bush
Covered by various other artists
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you
I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Ooh, it gets dark!
It gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot
I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Ooh! Let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh! Let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy
Come home
I'm so cold!
Donderdag 20 januari 2000
Ami Lointain
Ami Lointain
Composer(s): Francis Lemarque - B. Mokroussov
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Le cœur d'une ville inconnue
Se livre au hasard des rues
J'étais l'étranger venu là pour un soir
Et soudain j'ai croisé un regard
Ce n'était rien rien qu'un passant
Il m'a sourit sur mon chemin comme un ami
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je garde encore l'image
De ce visage plein de chaleur
Perdu dans la foule tranquille
Je suis resté immobile
Il s'est retourné un instant
Et de loin j'ai pu voir s'agiter une main
Ce n'était rien rien qu'un adieu
Ou un bonjour donné de loin
Là sur mon chemin
Mais tous les mots n'auraient pu m'en dire davantage
Que ce visage plein de chaleur
Ami lointain
Je ne sais rien
Ni de ta ville ni de ton nom
Mais j'ai gardé
Ton souvenir qui chante
Encore dans ma mémoire
Et la chaleur de ton regard
Donderdag 20 januari 2000
Wunga Bunga Boo
Wunga Bunga Boo
Composer(s): Stanley; Alleyn
Performer(s): George Formby
To take a trip on a great big ship
One day I took the notion
Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho)
But the ship got wrecked which I didn't expect
And it tipped me in the ocean
Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho)
I swam around for umpteen weeks
And reached a Zulu isle
With the aid of a rope and a bar of soap
I landed with a smile
On Wunga Bunga Boo, on Wunga Bunga Boo
Where dressings not extensive
And floors are not expensive
The girls out there are really beauts
And walk out in their bathing suits
A string of beads and Russian boots
In Wunga Bunga Boo
I heard a roar upon the shore
And the chief said, "Pleased to meet you"
Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho)
And "You look" he said "like dairy fed
It'll do us good to eat you"
Yo ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho)
"The last white meat we had to eat
Was an old man lean and bald
When cooked, we found that he didn't go round
So we're very glad you called"
On Wunga Bunga Boo, on Wunga Bunga Boo
While fighting Big Chief Coco
He went and lost his Boko
The doctor stuck it on quite pat
But upside down, now fancy that
He blew his nose and lost his hat
In Wunga Bunga Boo
In Wunga Bunga Boo, in Wunga Bunga Boo
An M.P. last September
Got something to remember
A lion chased him down the street
And bit him during his retreat
That's how he nearly lost his seat
In Wunga Bunga Boo
Woensdag 19 januari 2000
Ami (Francis Cabrel)
Ami
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Ami cherche un autre ami perdu
Dans l'immensité des nues
Visages et corps inconnus
Rêveur cherche à retrouver son ciel
Du fond de la nuit appelle
Son étoile maternelle
Car il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds
Reviens, étoile aux plaines d'argent
Reviens chercher ton enfant
Avant qu'il ne soit géant
Avant qu'il ne se brûle à un feu
Qu'il ne se blesse à un jeu
Avant qu'il ne soit trop vieux
Car il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds
Il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Woensdag 19 januari 2000
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Johnny Rivers
Made myself a coming county welfare line
I was feeling strung out
Hung out on the line
Saw myself a going, down to war in June
All I want
All I want is to write myself a tune
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Got myself arrested
Wound me up in jail
Richmond 'bout to blow up
Communication failed
If you see the answer, now's the time to say
All I want All I want is to get you down to pray.
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Saw the people standing thousand years in chains
Somebody said it's different now, look, it's just the same
Pharaohs spin the message, round and round the truth
They could have saved a million people
How can I tell you?
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Dinsdag 18 januari 2000
Ami (Johnny Hallyday)
Ami
Composer(s): Eric Benzi
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Voir passer les nuages
Grimper au sommet
Remonter les rivières
Retenir l'été
S'inventer des mirages
Tout recommencer
Rester en arrière
Ou passer le premier
Devenir grand
Sans jamais vieillir
Boucler sa valise
Trois, quatre et partir
Dormir sous les étoiles
Et rire gratuit
Partager ses angoisses
Et ses désirs aussi
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies
L'amour infidèle
Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit
S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres
Ami
Boire aux mêmes lèvres
Des sirènes d'un jour
Et tomber par terre
À chacun son tour
Passer les frontières
Et embrasser la rue
Au hasard d'une bière
Sur un pari perdu
J'aurai les mêmes rides
Sur le même côté
Du côté de tes rires
Du côté où tu es
Et si la grande noire
Viens pour t'emmener
Au-delà des ombres
Tu m'entendras crier
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies
L'amour infidèle
Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit
S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres
Ami, ami
Tourne, tourne, tourne la vie
Je serai le même
Longue, longue et longue est la nuit
Mais je te serai toujours fidèle
Ami, ami, ami
Dinsdag 18 januari 2000
Wrong Number
Wrong Number
Performer(s): The Cure
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday
I give you a call
You know I’m getting kind of worried
She doesn't seem herself at all
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I’ve never seen her like this before
I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while
You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life for one more?
Burn red, red and gold
The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold
The deep dark colors of the devil at home
She pulls me down just as I’m trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird
It's the only way for her to get the worm
I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“Hello? Are you still there?”
And much too late . . .
“Sorry . . . wrong number”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number”
"Yeah... sorry, wrong number"
Maandag 17 januari 2000
Americano (José Feliciano)
Americano
Composer(s): Raul Abramzon - Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): José Feliciano; Matt Monro
Con todo el sabor
que traigo desde mi tierra
le canto al amor
y es fuego el canto de mis venas
Y así andaré
por los caminos hermanos
y así cantaré
poniendo el alma en mis manos
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Con el puro sentimiento
voy cantando como el viento
a mi gente la que siento
Y así, y así, y así es él
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Y quiero llegar
a esas almas gemelas
gozar la amistad
y apaciguar nuestras penas
No importa el color
y no me importa el idioma
de un canto de amor
todos perciben su aroma
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Hoy te abrazo fiel amigo
ante Dios, mi buen testigo
y en mi canto te bendigo
Y así, y así, y así es él
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Maandag 17 januari 2000
Write To Me From Naples
Write To Me From Naples
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy; Alex Alstone
Performer(s): Dean Martin; Elvis Presley
(I can hear a mandolino)
Write to me from Naples
Write me ev'ry day
I love you and Naples
More than words can say
Call me "Cara mia"
Tell me all that's new
Write to me from Naples
Keep my heart with you
(I can hear a mandolino
Softly it sighs
While I raise a glass of vino
Praising your eyes)
Since we said "Arrivederci"
My poor heart cries
For a letter from you
Write to me from Naples
I love you and Naples
Call me "Cara mia"
tell me all that's new
Write to me from Naples
Keep my heart with you
Keep my heart with you
Zondag 16 januari 2000
Americana
Americana
Composer(s): Kathy Wakefield
Performer(s): Dalida
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
L'avion se pose en silence
Comme un goéland qui vient de France
Sur la ville qui sommeille, l'ombre d'une statue ce réveille
Du ciel gris de l'Atlantique, au soleil brûlant du Pacifique
C'est une île qui vagabonde
une lie jusqu'au beau milieu du monde
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana,
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Manhattan, centième étage
Accroché son cœur dans les nuages
Quand San-Francisco s'affolent
Au rythmes des amours qui s'envolent
On se saoule de musique
Sur des mots souvent mélancolique
Las-Vegas et ses machines
Et ses filles sorties des magazines
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana,
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Et moi qui suis d'ici d'ailleurs de nul part
Je refais souvent le voyage, ce voyage
Depuis que j'ai vu l'Amérique
Ces plages au parfums d'Acapulco
Plongés d'avenues au numéros
Et ses boulevards plus long que des villes
Ces quartiers qui parle en Italien
Restaurants Chinois ou Parisien
Ou chacun retrouve un peu de son pays
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui claque dans la nuit
Zondag 16 januari 2000
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Composer(s): Steven Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away (yes it is)
Well I've been away forever
Suicide's crossin' my mind
Well I'll never, never, never, never, never
Get so far behind
I said, the ways of the night are evil
Without that Lord of Day
But I'll never, never, never, never, never
get so far away
I said write me
Write me
Write me
I said write me
Write me
Write me
Well there's nothin' I can see
That'd ever make me
Want to be without her
She's good, she good to me
Said there's no way to explain
The kind of feelin' that you get out in the way
She good, she good to me
She good, she good to me
See this emptyness inside will make me scream
Make gonna know how
She good, she good to me
I love her
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away
Well I've been away forever
Suicide's crossin' my mind
Well I'll never, never, never, never, never
get so far behind
Well I've been so many places
Hidin' from the wind and the rain
But you could write me a letter
For to save me from goin' insane
I said write me
Write me
Write me
A letter (what's inside?)
Write me
Write me
Write me baby!!
Zaterdag 15 januari 2000
American Woman
American Woman
Composer(s): Randy Bachman - Burton Cummings - Jim Kale - Garry Peterson
First release by: The Guess Who - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
American Woman, stay away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a hangin' around my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you
Now Woman, I said stay away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a knockin' around my door
Don't wanna see your shadow no more
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, I said get away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, said get away
American Woman, listen what I say
Don't come a hangin' around my door
Don't wanna see your face no more
I don't need your war machines
I don't need your ghetto scenes
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go
I'm gonna leave you woman
Gonna leave you woman
Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye
You're no good for me
I'm no good for you
Gonna look you right in the eye
Tell you what I'm gonna do
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go-o, woman
I'm gonna leave you woman
Goodbye American Woman
Goodbye American chick
Zaterdag 15 januari 2000
Move On (Terry Sullivan)
Move On
Composer(s): Betty Thatcher
Performer(s): Terry Sullivan
As the night begins to fade
And time turns the page
Now I'm alive for another day
We're alive for another day
Do you wonder what could be?
Do you dream to be the wise
Can we fix the mess that we've made
And fix the mess we've made
And to stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
You turn in face to give
But first you've got to give
To move on
(never get, never get to rewind)
From the eyes of a child
From that simple smiling face
???
But nothing else has changed
And to stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
You turn in face to give
But first you got to give
To move on
(never get to rewind)
On and on and on
(never get, never get to rewind)
To move on
???
Move on
Move on
To stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
To turn in face to give
But first you got to give
To move on
On and on and on
To move on
On and on and on
On and on and on
(never get to rewind)
To move on (moving on)
On and on and on
(moving on)
To move on
On and on and on
(never get to rewind)
To Move on
On and on and on
To move on
On and on and on ...
Vrijdag 14 januari 2000
American Tune
American Tune
((Italian Version: Canzone Italiana (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Paul Simon - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home
So far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
For we lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Ah and it's all right
it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
Vrijdag 14 januari 2000
Wringle Wrangle
Wringle Wrangle
Performer(s): Fess Parker
(Whip sound) Get up there, H'ya (whip sound)
Oooh Oooh
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
Mighty fine horse
I'm in love of course
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
Spurs on my boots
And I don't give a hoot
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
With a dollar's worth of beans,
And a new pair of jeans
Got a woman to cook and wash...and things
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
If I die
I ain't-a gonna cry
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle
Yes, I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle
Wringle
Jingy jong jangle
Oooh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle,whip)
Mighty fine horse
I'm in love of course
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip) Get on there
Spurs on my boots
And I don't give a hoot
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Got a dollar's worth of beans,
And a new pair of jeans
Got a woman to cook and wash...and things
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
If I die
I ain't-a gonna cry
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Yes, I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle (whistle, whip)
Get up there, H'ya (whip)
Donderdag 13 januari 2000
American Pie
American Pie ((aka The Saga Begins (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1999))
Composer(s): Don McLean
First release by: Don McLean - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
Donderdag 13 januari 2000
Wrecking Ball
