Zondag 21 oktober 1973
Feriantes
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Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
The Boogie Man
The Boogie Man
Composer(s): Kinky Friedman - Panama Red
Performer(s): Kinky Friedman
Oh the boogie man, gonna get you an'
Snatch you up and whip you off to Boogie land
If you don't watch out
He'll make you scream and shout
He's gonna have them ants crawlin' in your pants
With them creatures in your seat
you're gonna get up on your feet
You know you gotta dance
To the Boogie Man
He the Boogie Man
Well the boogie man got a little piece of land
Got a mean ol lady keep him gentle as a lamb
Got a dog named Frog and a VW van
And the neighbors all think he's a insurance man
But when the stars come out, the kids all shout
Hey bring him out, bring him out
He picks up his guitar and there's a change inside
From the good Doctor Jekyll to the B-a-d Mr Hyde
Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
Cannibals
Cannibals
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler
Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
He holds on to his daddy's hand
His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy
You're gonna be a big strong man
And they go play catch they go play ball
They go take a walk along the sand
Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
Living in a big strong land
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I have a dinosaur
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming
The little boy climbs the stairs
And all along the levee all the people come running
And the little boy's saying his prayers
And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy
And he's asking for his G.I. Joe
And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin
And says my little one I love you so
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Leave a light outside the door
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Lay down your head now don't get out of bed
Don't you let the bedbugs bite
It's time to go to sleep now not another peep
And I'll see you in the morning light
And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying
The hurricane had blown away
And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy
And he was singing at the break of day
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I be a warrior
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy why do people go to war
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
Fensch Vallée
Fensch Vallée
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
Viens petite girl in red blue jean
Viens c'est la descente au fond de la mine
Viens donc grand shootée du désespoir
Viens donc visiter mes laminoirs
Viens donc chevaucher les grands rouleaux
Et t'coincer la tête dans un étau
Viens petite femme de St-Tropez
Nous on fume la came par les cheminées
Et si le bonheur n'est pas en retard
Il arrive avec son gros cigare
Viens dans ce pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite bourgeoise demoiselle
Visiter la plage aux de Wendel
Ici pour trouver l'Eldorado
Il faut une shooteuse ou un marteau
La vallée d'la Fensch ma chérie
C'est l'Colorado en plus petit
Y a moins de chevaux et de condors
Mais ça fait quand même autant de morts
Ma belle femelle de métal
Je t'invite dans mon carnaval
Ici la cadence c'est vraiment trop
Ici y a pas d'place pour les manchots
Viens dans mon pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Tu ne connais pas, mais t'imagines
C'est vraiment magnifique une usine
C'est plein de couleurs et plein de cris
C'est plein d'étincelles surtout la nuit
C'est vraiment dommage que les artistes
Qui font le spectacle soient si tristes
Autrefois y avait des rigolos
Ils ont tous fini dans un lingot
Le ciel a souvent des teintes étranges
Le nom des patelins s'termine par ..ange
C'est un vieux pays pas très connu
Y a pas de touristes dans les rues
Viens dans mon pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur ma peau comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
Viens petite girl in red blue jean
Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
The Bonnie Blue Flag
The Bonnie Blue Flag
Composer(s): Harry McCarthy
Performer(s): Douglas Jimerson
and multiple other artists
We are a band of brothers
Native to the soil
Fighting for the property
We gained by honest toil
And when our rights were threatened
The cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
As long as the Union
Was faithful to her trust
Like friends and brethren
kind were we, and just
But now, when Northern treachery
Attempts our rights to mar
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
First gallant South Carolina
Nobly made the stand
Then came Alabama
And took her by the hand
Next, quickly, Mississippi
Georgia, and Florida
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Ye men of valor gather round
The banner of the right
Texas and fair Louisiana
Join us in the fight
Davis, our loved President
And Stephens statesmen are
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star
And here's to brave Virginia
The Old Dominion State
With the young Confederacy
At length has linked her fate
Impelled by her example
Now other States prepare
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Then here's to our Confederacy
Strong we are and brave
Like patriots of old we'll fight
Our heritage to save
And rather than submit to shame
To die we would prefer
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Then cheer, boys, cheer
Raise a joyous shout
For Arkansas and North Carolina
Now have both gone out
And let another rousing cheer
For Tennessee be given
The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag
Has grown to be eleven!
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
Canned Music
Canned Music
Composer(s): Dan Hicks
Performer(s): Dan Hicks; Nick DeCaro
Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio
Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it doesn't go
Favorites on the jukebox are only half the show when it's
Canned music, canned music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
She said I feel like dancin', She feel like stepping out
I took her with the van, where the band was on the stand, playin'
Live music live music
She got us on the dance floor, to me it was a sight
I never seen my baby movin', like the moves she made on me that night
I did not have a chance the way that music made me dance, it was ah
Live music, live music
The rhythm was all around us, we was really steppin' out
My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all about
She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl
It's just some live music, live music
And that was the night she left me, danced herself into my memory
My baby had to leave me for the drummer, I guess I'll never solve that mystery
I think I've learned my lesson just don't get too near the band when it's
Live music, live music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
She said she feel like dancin', she feel like steppin' out
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
Fennimores Lied
Fennimores Lied
Composer(s): Georg Kaiser; Kurt Weill
Performer(s): Ute Lemper
Ich bin eine arme Verwandte
und gehöre zu andern dazu
Ach, wenn sich doch keiner um mich kümmern wollte!
Doch das tuen Onkel und Tante
und nichts freut sie, was ich auch tu'
Das ist kein Leben, das ist nur verdruß
den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Ich hab' einen Koffer voll Habe
den schleppe ich überall hin
Ach, wenn ich mich doch seiner entledigen könnte!
Weil ich mir die Finger wund schabe
und auch nicht die Kräftigste bin
Und nirgends will man mich behalten
weil ich nirgends gern geseh'n bin
Am liebsten möchte ich einfach weglaufen
und mein bißchen Dasein verwalten
nach meinem eigenen Sinn!
Denn das ist kein Leben, das ist nur Verdruß
den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Manchmal könnt' ich das träumen
ich wäre gar nicht verwandt
Und keiner dürfte mich holen und schicken
ich müßte mich nicht mehr ducken und bücken
ich drückte dem Nächsten freudig die Hand
ich bin ja nicht mit ihm verwandt
Ach, das wär ein Leben, das wär ein Genuß
wenn man vergessen könnte, daß man verwandt sein muß
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
The Bombardier Song
The Bombardier Song
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Well give us a little ride
The pilot said to the navigator
Why don't you slide inside
The navigator he looked around and said to the engineer
Ah your hands are dirty
your pants are dirty
you're dirty behind the ear
Said the bombardier to the gunner
well how are we fixed for lead
The pilot said to the radioman
how's the weather ahead
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Hand us that pretty crate
5 degrees to the right'll make it
Just as sure as fate
The ship belonged to the bombardier
who opened his little bag
He saw the target and locked the target
and suddenly (bombs away)
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Call it a day, and then
the pilot said to the radioman
say we done it again
The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we shall see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
Canned Goods
Canned Goods
Composer(s): Greg Brown
Performer(s): Greg Brown
Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow
I'm as warm as a July tomato
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Well there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch your head now, and down we go
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Well maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Oh, she got magic in her, you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her beans
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
What with the snow and the economy and everything
I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
When I go down to see Grandma, I gain a lot a weight
With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate
She cans the pickles, sweet and dill
And the songs of the whippoorwill
And the morning dew and the evening moon
I really gotta go down and see her soon
Cause the canned goods that I buy at the store
Ain't got the summer in 'em anymore
You bet Grandma as sure as you're born
I'll take some more potatoes and a thunder storm
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
Fenesta Che Lucive
Fenesta Che Lucive
Composer(s): Guglielmo Cottrau;
Giulio Genoino; Mariano Paolella
Performer(s): Mario Lanza
Fenesta che lucive e mò non luci
Sign' è ca Nenna mia stace ammalata
S'affaccia la sorella e me lo dice
Nennella toja è morta e s'è atterrata
Chiagneva sempe ca dormeva sola, ah!
Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
Va nella chiesa e scuopre lo tavuto
Vide Nennella toja comm' è tornata
Da chella vocca che nasceano sciure
Mò n'esceno li vierme, oh che piatate!
Zi Parrocchiano mio, abbice cura
Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
Woensdag 17 oktober 1973
De Cirkel
De Cirkel
((Adapted from: The Circle Game (Ian & Sylvia) - 1967))
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell - Raoul Van Bambost
Performer(s): Miek en Roel - 1970
Vandaag nog lacht het kind luid om het wonder
Van snelle waterjuffers in het riet
't schrikt nog voor de bliksem en de donder
en 't schreit als het een staartster vallen ziet
Het kind wiegt weg en weer met de getijden
't wordt groter met het wassen van het meer
Eens zullen zijn dromen hem bevrijden
Van leugens en beloftes van weleer
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
De houten paarden gaan op en neer
Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
Het heden vliegt voorbij
Want het rad draait rond en rond
In de eeuwigheid
Lente komt voor zomer,herfst voor winter
Zestien jaren liepen 't kind voorbij
Men zegt hem: neem je tijd,het duurt niet lang meer
Voor jij het rad vertraagt en dan ben je vrij...
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
De houten paarden gaan op en neer
Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
Het heden vliegt voorbij
Want het rad draait rond en rond
In de eeuwigheid
Jaren kwamen langs, mijn zoon is twintig
Zijn dromen onherkenbaar door de tijd
Morgen maakt hij nieuwe,misschien betere
De toekomst heeft hem door haar spel verleid
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
De houten paarden gaan op en neer
Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
Het heden vliegt voorbij
Want het rad draait rond en rond
In de eeuwigheid
Woensdag 17 oktober 1973
Cannabis
Cannabis
Composer(s): Jean-Claude Vannier - Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Jean-Claude Vannier; Todd Bishop
La mort a pour moi le visage d'une enfant
Au regard transparent
Son corps habile au raffinement de l'amour
Me prendras pour toujours
Elle m'appelle par mon nom
Quand soudain je perds la raison
Est-ce un maléfice
Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis?
Elle m'appelle par mon nom
Quand soudain je perds la raison
Est-ce un maléfice
Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis?
La mort ouvrant sous moi ses jambes et ses bras
S'est refermée sur moi
Son corps m'arrache enfin les râles du plaisir
Et mon dernier soupir
Woensdag 17 oktober 1973
Femmes, Je Vous Aime
Femmes, Je Vous Aime
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti; A.M. Gaspard
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti
Elles vous font faire des enfants
qu'elles emmènent en s'en allant
Les femmes vous prennent et puis vous jettent sont bien plus machos que les mecs
Où sont les femmes d'autre fois qui ne nous coupaient pas en trois
Le père, le mari et l'amant, c'était le même en d'autres temps
Un jour elles ont tout voulu et on leur a tout accordé
Nous sommes les dindons, les cocus de leur nouvelle liberté
Où êtes-vous femmes d'antans qui savaient faire en même temps
Et les enfants, et les tartines, et la tendresse et la cuisine
Oh ! femmes, femmes, femmes
On vous aimait pourtant plus un homme ne vous comprend
Femmes, femmes, femmes
Qu'avez-vous fait de nous nous sommes là regardez-nous
Femmes, on ne comprend plus rien du tout, on ne sait plus à quoi on joue
Femmes, plus aucun homme ne sait vraiment ce que vous voulez et comment
Femmes, femmes, femmes
Le temps de vouloir vivre à deux, vous voilà déjà reparties
Le temps d'avoir ce que l'on veut, on n'en a déjà plus envie
Où sont donc les femmes d'avant, celles qui nous laissaient le temps
De leur faire un moment la cour avant de leur faire l'amour
Oh! femmes, femmes, femmes
On vous aimait pourtant plus un homme ne vous comprend
Femmes, femmes, femmes
Qu'avez-vous fait de nous nous sommes là regardez-nous
Femmes, on ne comprend plus rien du tout, on ne sait plus à quoi on joue
Femmes, plus aucun homme ne sait vraiment ce que vous voulez et comment
Femmes, femmes, femmes
Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes
Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes
Oh, femmes, je vous aime
Dinsdag 16 oktober 1973
The Bold Pedlar And Robin Hood
The Bold Pedlar And Robin Hood
(Traditional)
There chanced to be a Pedlar bold
A Pedlar bold there chanced to be
He put his pack all on his back
And so merrily trudged over the lea
By chance he met two troublesome men
Two troublesome men they chanced to be
The one of them was bold Robin Hood
And the other was little John so free
O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is in thy pack?
Come speedily and tell to me
I've several suits of the gay green silks
And silken bowstrings by two or three
If you have several suits of the gay green silk
And silken bowstrings two or three
Then, by my body, cries little John
One half of your pack shall belong to me
O nay, O nay, said the pedlar bold
O nay, O nay, that can never be
For there's never a man from fair Nottingham
Can take one half my pack from me
Then the Pedlar he pulled off his pack
And put it a little below his knee
Saying, If you do move me one perch from this
My pack and all shall gang with thee
Then little John he drew his sword
The Pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought until they both did sweat
Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand
Then Robin Hood he was standing by
And he did laugh most heartily
Saying, I could find a man of smaller scale
Could thrash the Pedlar and also thee
Go you try, master, says little John
Go you try, master, most speedily
For by my body, says little John
I am sure this night you will know me
Then Robin Hood he drew his sword
And the pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought till the blood in streams did flow
Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand
O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is thy name?
Come speedily and tell to me
Come, my name I ne'er will tell
Till both your names you have told to me
The one of us is bold Robin Hood
And the other is little John so free
Now, says the Pedlar, it lays to my good will
Whether my name I choose to tell to thee
I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
And I travelled far beyond the sea
For killing a man in my father's land
And from my country was forced to flee
If you are Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
And travelled far beyond the sea
You are my mother's own sister's son
What nearer cousins can we be?
They sheathed their swords, with friendly words
So merrily they did agree
They went to a tavern and there they dined
And cracked bottles most merrily
Dinsdag 16 oktober 1973
Cane Toad Blues
Cane Toad Blues
Performer(s): Tim Finn
Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Cane toads...
When are you gonna leave me alone?
Heading south
Like a case of foot and mouth
Cane toads...
You're supposed to set us free
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming...
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Cane toads
ba, pa, da...
da, pa, da, pa, da, da, da
Cane toads
You go chomp and live in the swamp
Yeah
Cane toads
You're supposed to set us free
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cane toads are coming
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
Yeah.........
Dinsdag 16 oktober 1973
Femmes ... Je Vous Aime
Femmes ... Je Vous Aime
Composer(s): Jean-Loup Dabadie; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Quelquefois
Si douces
Quand la vie me touche
Comme nous tous
Alors si douces...
Quelquefois
Si dures
Que chaque blessure
Longtemps me dure
Longtemps me dure...
Femmes...Je vous aime
Femmes...Je vous aime
Je n'en connais pas de faciles
Je n'en connais que de fragiles
Et difficiles
Oui...difficiles
Quelquefois
Si drôles
Sur un coin d'épaule
Oh oui...Si drôles
Regard qui frôle...
Quelquefois
Si seules
Parfois ell's le veulent
Oui mais...Si seules
Oui mais si seules...
Femmes...Je vous aime
Femmes...Je vous aime
Vous êt's ma mère, je vous ressemble
Et tout ensemble mon enfant
Mon impatience
Et ma souffrance...
Femmes...Je vous aime
Femmes...Je vous aime
Si parfois ces mots se déchirent
C'est que je n'ose pas vous dire
Je vous désire
Ou même pire
O...Femmes...
Maandag 15 oktober 1973
The Boat That I Row
The Boat That I Row
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond
and multiple other artists
I don't have a lot but with me that's fine
Whatever I got, well, I know it's mine
I don't go around with the local crowd
I don't dig what's in so I guess I'm out
I'm sayin' these things so you know me, baby
So you understand what I'm all about
The boat that I row won't cross no ocean
The boat that I row won't get me there soon
But I got the love and if you got the notion
The boat that I row is big enough for two
That's me and you
There ain't a man in life tell me what to say
I choose my own side and I like it that way
I don't worry about the thinkgs that I'm not
There's only one thing that I want I ain't got
You know that I'm talking about you baby
So you better know and come along
Maandag 15 oktober 1973
Candy's Going Bad
Candy's Going Bad
Composer(s): Barry A. Hay - George J. Kooymans
First release by: Golden Earring - 1973
Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Through neon doors, 'cross killing floors
She got sucked into a champagne desert
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in Peacock clothes
Mother said: quit the show
She didn't want the neighbours to know
Candy had to quit the show
Well, Candy didn't care, when she started her affair
With the studs and the mares of the night
Are you satisfied?
Teddy knows the rule, of the underground school
He's got Candy wrapped 'round his finger
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I'll break your bones
If you don't get your tricks off the phone
Mother said: quit the show
She didn't want the neighbours to know
Candy's going bad - got a room to let
Candy's going bad - got a pimp named Ted
Candy's going bad - Long Green's where it's at
Candy's going bad - she got stars in her head
Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in Peacock clothes
Mother said: quit the show
I don't want the neighbours to know
Candy's going bad - got a room to let
Candy's going bad - got a pimp named Ted
Candy's going bad - Long Green's where it's at
Candy's going bad - she got stars in her head
Candy's going bad - got a room to let
Candy's going bad - she got stars in her head
Maandag 15 oktober 1973
Femme Objet
Femme Objet
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Quand je te vois passer, ma belle indépendante
Au son de la musique qui se joue des bas-fonds
Suspendant ta démarche voluptueuse et lente
Pour promener l'ennui de ton regard profond
Je t'attends comme un fauve, ma tigresse d'alcôve
Dans le jeu de miroirs de tes sous-entendus
Je n'ai que la mémoire d'un triangle entrevu
Attention! La passion
Se nourrit d'obsessions
N'oublie pas l'obsession
N'admet que l'apparence
Ton imagination
Carbure à des pulsions
Dont jamais la raison
Ne connaît l'existence
Je sais qu'il est des yeux des plus mélancoliques
Qui ne recèlent point de secrets sulfureux
Des écrins sans diamants, des rythmes sans musique
Plus vides et plus profonds que l'absence de feu
Je t'attends comme un fauve, ma tigresse d'alcôve
Dans le jeu de miroirs d'un triangle entrevu
Je n'ai que la mémoire de tes sous-entendus
Attention ! La passion
Se nourrit d'obsessions
N'oublie pas l'obsession
N'admet que l'apparence
Ton imagination
Carbure à des pulsions
Dont jamais la raison
Ne connaît l'existence
Quand je te vois danser, magnifique indolente
Les hanches insolentes et la crinière mouillée
Je me dis qu'il suffit que tu sois l'apparence
Pour faire monter en moi quelques grandes marées
Qu'importe ton absence et ton indifférence
Tu n'es qu'un simulacre et j'adore ta beauté
Zondag 14 oktober 1973