Donderdag 21 oktober 1971
Gin House Blues
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Gin House Blues
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Woensdag 20 oktober 1971
Tacy Sami
Tacy Sami
Performer(s): Lady Pank
Samotna i zla
Jakbys z planety byla zimnej
Tak to dlugo trwa
ze nikt nigdy nie znal ciebie innej
Daleka jak sen
Wciaz nie dostrzegasz spraw i ludzi
A gdzies czeka ten
który kiedys wreszcie cie obudzi
Tak dobrze cie znam ...
Chyba nawet lepiej niz ty siebie
Jestem taki sam ...
Wciaz widze setki plam na niebie
Nieufnosc to mgla
Co przynosi tylko cisze
Jak klatka ze szkla
Nie pozwala nam sie slyszec
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
I nie mów mi, nie
ze czasem takze zycie sie oplaca
Sama dobrze wiesz
ze co dzien tracisz cos, co juz nie wraca
Samotnosc to pies
Co kasa tak bez uprzedzenia
Ja wiem jak to jest ...
Znam to przeciez, znam, az do znudzenia
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami
Tacy sami
Tacy sami
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ...
Tacy sami
Woensdag 20 oktober 1971
Gimme Gimme Good Lovin'
Gimme Gimme Good Lovin'
Composer(s): Ritchie Cordell; Joey Levine
Performer(s): Crazy Elephant;
and various other artists
From Atlanta, Georgia to the Gulf Stream water
To California I'm gonna spend my life both night and day
Say gimme, gimme good lovin' every night
Hey you know it's alright child
Gimme, gimme good lovin' make it alright
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
To the girls in Frisco to the girls in New York
To the girls in Texican you gotta understand
That baby I'm your man
I say gimme, gimme good lovin' every night
Yeh you know it's alright now
Gimme, gimme good lovin' make it alright
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Dinsdag 19 oktober 1971
Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans
Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans
Composer(s): Mel Tormé - Robert Wells
Performer(s): Doris Day; Ray McKinley; Buck Pizzarelli
From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores
You're the only one my heart adores
You've only got three competitors
Tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the Mississippi to the Amazon
There's not much we don't agree upon
Wish we could get together on
Tacos, enchiladas and beans
Love 'em, dozens of 'em
I consume them by the score
And when I'm through, what do I do
I stamp and holler for more
You can have the fourth position on my list
Must admit your kisses would be missed
But how in the world could I exist
Without tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores
You're the only one my heart adores
You've only got three competitors
Tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the Mississippi to the Amazon
There's not much we don't agree upon
Wish we could get together on
Tacos, enchiladas and beans
Love 'em, dozens of 'em
I consume them by the score
And when I'm through, what do I do
I stamp and holler for more
You can have the fourth position on my list
Must admit your kisses would be missed
But how in the world could I exist
Without tacos, enchiladas and beans
They make me kind of sick
But I love them
Dinsdag 19 oktober 1971
Morir Cantando
Morir Cantando
(Adapted from: Mourir Sur Scène - 1983)
(English & Italian Versions: Born To Sing; Quando Nasce Un Nuovo Amore)
Composer(s): Michel Jouveaux; Jeff Barnel; Carlos Toro
Performer(s): Dalida
Ven pero no vengas en soledad
Cuando el telon ya caiga por fin
Quiero que caiga tràs de mi
Ven, pero no vengas en solidad
Yo he escogido como vivir
Quiero escoger como morir
Cada cual quiere morir un dia gris
O bien a pleno sol
Cada cual quiere morir como dormir
Sin pena ni dolor
Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision
En mitad del escenario, abierto todo mi corezon
Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras
Yo quiero morir asi
Cantando hasta el final
Ven pero no vengas en soledad
Las dos nos conocemes muy bien
Casi ganaste una vez
Ven pero no vengas en soledad
Haz por llegar con una avacion
Al terminar una cancion
Si he vivido bajo coros de luz
Quiero terminar igual
Fusilada por la rafaga azul
Di un projector mortal
Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision
En mitad del escenario, aberto todo el corazon
Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras
Yo quiero morir asi, cantando hasta el final
Morir sin sentir triteza, cantando una cancion
Yo quiero morir asi, la mismo que naci
Dinsdag 19 oktober 1971
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)
Spanish Title: Dame! Dame! Dame! (Amor Esta Noche)
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA
Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside the window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the phone
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow, with that fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of T.V.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Maandag 18 oktober 1971
Tack Sverige
Tack Sverige
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Dieter Zimmermann
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se
Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le
Gröna skogar, himmel blå
Det finns så mycket man kan få
Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Lyssna på fåglarna
Hör sen på trädens sus
Titta, där växer rosorna
Där går ett kärlekspar
Vad det är underbart
Att kunna vara fri
Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se
Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le
Gröna skogar, himmel blå
Det finns så mycket man kan få
Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Jag ser en flicka le
Åt någonting hon ser
Jag hör en kyrkas klockor slå
Stunden är inne nu
De ska bli man och fru
Redan hörs orgelns toner
Gröna skogar, himmel blå
Det finns så mycket man kan få
Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Maandag 18 oktober 1971
Moribund The Burgermeister
Moribund The Burgermeister
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
Performer(s): Peter Gabriel
Caught in the chaos in the market square
I don't know what, I don't know why
but something's wrong down there
Their bodies twistin' and turnin' in a thousand ways
The eyes all rollin' round and round into a distant gaze
Ah, look at that crowd!
Some are jumping up in the air
say "We're drowning in a torrent of blood!"
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh Mother!
It's eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, I'm gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!
Bunderschaft, you are going daft?
Better seal off the castle grounds
"This is Moribund, the Burgermeister
I'm gonna keep this monster down
Somebody sent the subversive element
going to chase it out of down"
No-one will tell what all this is about
But I will find out
(I will find out
I will find out)
This thing's really outrageous, I tell you on the level
It's really so contagious must be the work of the devil
You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way
Ah, close the doors!
"We've tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures"
Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws
Check if you can disconnect the effect and I'll go after the cause
No-one will tell what this is all about
But I will find out
I will
Maandag 18 oktober 1971
Gimme Three Steps
Gimme Three Steps
Composer(s): Allen Collins; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
and various other artists
I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lu
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who
He said, "Hey there fellow
With the hair colored yellow
Watcha tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my woman there
And I'm a man who cares
And this might be all for you"
I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin' that gun at me
I said, "Wait a minute, mister
I didn't even kiss her
Don't want no trouble with you
And I know you don't owe me
But I wish you'd let me
Ask one favor from you"
(Chorus)
"Won't you give me three steps
Gimme three steps mister
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister
And you'll never see me no more"
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
As the water fell on the floor
And I'm telling you son
Well, it ain't no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four
Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu
And that's the break I was looking for
And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out towards the door
(Chorus)
Zondag 17 oktober 1971
This Land Is Your Land
This Land Is Your Land
((French Version: Ce Coin De Terre (Dalida) - 1964))
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
First recording: Woody Guthrie - 1944
Covered by multiple other artists
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Zondag 17 oktober 1971
Morgen (Ivo Robic)
Morgen
English Title: One More Sunrise
Composer(s): Peter Mosser
Performer(s): Ivo Robic
Morgen, morgen
Morgen, morgen, lacht uns wieder das Glück
Gestern, gestern, liegt schon so weit zurück
War es auch eine schöne, schöne Zeit
Morgen, morgen, sind wir wieder dabei
Gestern, gestern, ist uns heut' einerlei
War es auch eine schöne, schöne Zeit
Sind wir heut' auch arm und klein
Sind wir heut' auch ohne Sonnenschein
Sind wir heut' auch noch allein
Aber morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen
Morgen, morgen, lacht uns wieder das Glück
Morgen, morgen, kommt die schöne Zeit zu uns zurück
Sind wir heut' auch arm und klein
Sind wir heut' auch ohne Sonnenschein
Sind wir heut' auch noch allein
Aber morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen, morgen
Morgen, morgen, wird das alles vergehn
Morgen, morgen, wird das Leben endlich wieder schön
Zondag 17 oktober 1971
Gimme That Wine
Gimme That Wine
Composer(s): Jon Hendricks
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears;
and various other artists
Well my wife got tired of me running 'round, so she tried to keep me home
She hid my clothes,
She broke my nose
But I continued to roam.
Then she finally hit my weak spot - when she threw my bottle out
Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout...
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice
(Got to have my hot Lucy when I go out walking sometimes)
One day crossin the avenue, a big car knocked me down.
I was stretched out tying up traffic and crowds came from blocks around
While the police were searchin my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral parlour,
One of those cops touched my bottle, Jack, I jumped straight up and commenced to hollar
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
I just can't get well without Muskatel
One real dark and dreary night while I was staggering home to bed,y'all
A bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head.
That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, and I didn't even make a sound,
But when he reached up and got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Beat my head outta shape, but don't touch my grape
One day my house caught fire while I was laying down sleeping off a nap
And when I woke up everything was burning with a pop and a crackle and a snap.
Well the fireman broke up my TV set and they tore my apartment apart,
But when he raised that axe to my bottle, Jack, I just cried with all my heart...
I said gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
I'll just have one toast before I roast
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Nothing but the best for me
Wine (Gimme that wine)
Just gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
I just can't get well without Muskatel
I got to have some of that brew
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine)
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) .......
Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag
Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag (aka Aftonbön I Bästa Tv-Fotöljen)
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Drifters
Gode Gud, vad är klockan?
Över två, jag har somnat från TV:n igen
Men tack för filmen, den var bra
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, Jarl Kulle beundrar jag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar, vanlig dag
Tusen tack för att lunchkön var så kort idag
För då hann jag springa
Och köpa skorna som jag ville ha
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, dom passar mej riktigt bra
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Jag blev också glad för lappen från vår nya närbutik
Där Du gav mej tips om extrapris på kaffe
Varje dag sker små under
Men så lätt det är att ta dom för givna
Så lätt att sitta nöjd och bara ta
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, för allt jag har fått idag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Gode Gud, det är sent nu!
Snart halv tre, men hurra!
Det är lördag imorrn och jag kan sova hela dan
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, nu släcker vi, Du och jag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
De Morgen
De Morgen
Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - Lennaert H. Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
De dag komt, liefste, de dag
De zon door de gordijnen, dromen die verdwijnen
Ik weet dat je niet blijven mag
Word wakker, liefste, 't is licht
Je haren op het kussen, je mond en daartussen
De schaduwen op je gezicht
Tot morgen, liefste, misschien
Nu zachtjes naar beneden, niet kraken met de treden
Mijn hospes mag jou niet zien
Want hij en alle and'ren, liefste, proberen telkens weer
Om ons te veranderen in een dame en een heer
Die altijd netjes blijven, liefste, en nooit gevaarlijk doen
Zich nooit door hartstocht laten drijven, liefste, behalve soms een zoen
Toch gaan we, liefste, onze gang
Als ik kon dan trouw ik met je, want dat wou ik
Dat weet je toch, al sinds zo lang
Ook zonder dat, liefste, ook dan
Kan ik van je houden, zonder je te trouwen
Ben jij mijn vrouw en ik je man
De liefde, liefste, is sterk
Sterker dan de mensen die alles netjes wensen
Met door de week de zaak en zondags kerk
Ik doe de ramen open, liefste, de straat is leeg en stil
Ik zie je buiten lopen, liefste, ons bed is leeg en kil
Nu je weg bent zal ik dromen, liefste, van wat ik moest en zou
Tot je terug zal komen, liefste, droom ik alleen van jou
Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
Gimme Some Truth
Gimme Some Truth
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon;
and various other artists
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Tache D'huile
Tache D'huile
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Six heures du matin
J'ouvre la station service
Et là, j'vois passer au loin
L'car de police
Une fille dans une caisse
J'veux pas d'chèque
J'prends qu'les espèces
Un sourire pour le service
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
Voilà à quoi ma vie r'ssemble
Rock'n roll syndrome des villes
Si t'étais pas là, j'serais qu'une tache d'huile
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
Mazout en réminiscence
Rock'n roll fantôme des villes
Si t'étais pas la, j'serais qu'une tache d'huilé
Ouh! V'la un loubard
Doit être nouveau dans le métier
Une recette ça se braque le soir
Faudra repasser
La fille dans la caisse
L'attend, j'la vois qui balise
Ils ont loupé leur western
Hors-la-loi hors service
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Morena Mía
Morena Mía
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Massimo Grilli; Lanfranco Sorrario
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Morena mía
Voy a contarte hasta diez
Uno es el sol que te alumbra
Dos tus piernas que mandan
Somos tres en tu cama, tres
Morena mía
El cuarto viene después
Cinco tus continentes
Seis mis medias farreas de mis medios calientes
Sigo contando ahorita
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Morena mía
Siete son los pecados cometidos
Suman ocho conmigo
Nueve los que te cobro
Mas de diez es sentido
Y por mi parte sobra darte lo que me das
Dámelo bien
Un poco aquí, un poco a quién
Cuando tu boca me toca
Me pone y me provoca
Me muerde y me destroza
Toda siempre es poca
Y muévete bien, que nadie como tu sabe hacer café
Morena agarra, ay me mata
Me mata y me remata
Y vamos al infierno
Porque no sea eterno, suavemente
Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer café
Pero cuando tu boca, me toca
Me pone y me provoca
Me muerde y me destroza toda siempre es poca
Y muévete bien, bien, bien
Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer, uh, café
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Morena mía
Si esto no es felicidad
Que baje dios y lo vea
Y aunque no se lo crea
Esto es gloria
Y por mi parte pongo el arte
lo que me das
damelo
cuidalo bien
un poco asi, un poco a quien
(Estribillo)
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Gimme Some Time
Gimme Some Time
Composer(s): Natalie Cole
Performer(s): Natalie Cole; Peabo Bryson
Gimme some time, baby
I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
But I’m sayin’
That I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, oh, no
I’m not so blind, baby
I need your love and, and you know it
‘Cause I show it (Yes, I do, well)
I don’t wanna be hurt, girl
If you want me to, I’ll keep it a secret
But please let me get through your door
‘Cause I guarantee that once we get started
You’ll soon be beggin’ for more
We’ll want the whole world to know
That we are one
So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
Let’s take advantage, not for granted
Of the good things (We’ve got such a good thing)
I don’t wanna be hurt, girl
You’re just a kind, baby
We’ve got a good thing and I know it
Let’s not blow it [Ooh, ooh, oh], ho
‘Cause I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious
I believe you think that I haven’t noticed
The look in your eyes when you smile
And my senses tell me there’s something missin’
So please let me stay for awhile
I want the whole world to know
That we are one (We got it together), baby, one
So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
But all I’m sayin’
Is I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
(Oh, I know that you)
Gimme some time, baby
(That I know that you love me)
Gimme some time, baby
(And I think that you think)
Gimme some time, baby
(That we should be together)
(So why don’t you give me some of your time)
Gimme some time, baby
(Hey, gimme some time, baby)
Gimme some time, baby
(That’s all I need, that’s all I want)
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby (Why don’t you give me some time)
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Donderdag 14 oktober 1971
Tabou
Tabou
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Tabou
faut rien dire du tout
de nos p'tits secrets
qui devront rester jusqu'au bout
tabou
tous nos rendez-vous
dans des lieux cachés
classés X, indécents comme tout
sans goût
tabou
tous nos petits jeux
où les gens ne voient rien que du feu
jeux à dormir debout
à rendre fou
je me l'avoue
pas vous?
où
voulez-vous
que l'on fasse encore joujou
à se mettre sens dessus dessous
quel prétexte
allons-nous laisser en plan
bureau et appartement?
je cherche
soufflez-moi
des mensonges et des silences
sans la moindre transparence
tabou
faut rien dire du tout
rentrer bien à l'heure
se plaindre un peu, juste au cas où
tabou
tirer les verrous
faire comme d'habitude
et fuir toutes les interviews
casse-cou
surtout
trouver des idées
pour que nos jeux puissent progresser
jeux à dormir debout
à rendre fou
je me l'avoue
pas vous
où
pas trop tard
et avec quels accessoires
dans quel bouge, dans quel bar
nous voir
sous quel nom
et dans quelle situation
inventer d'autres façons?
je cherche
soufflez-moi
d'inavouables recettes
à nous faire perdre la tête
tabou
faut rien dire du tout
Donderdag 14 oktober 1971
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