Zondag 27 januari 1974
Fire To Ice
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Fire To Ice
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Zaterdag 26 januari 1974
The Core
The Core
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Marcy Levy
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me
Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me
There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury
There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry
Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart
And down at my core is the hottest part
I can run without fear
If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite
Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight
No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea
'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me
It is burning
It is burning
You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow
I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow
Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind
You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime"
Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart
And down at the core is the hottest part
We can run without fear
It is burning
It is burning
Zaterdag 26 januari 1974
Cara A Cara
Cara A Cara
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Tenho um peito de lata
E um nó de gravata
No coração
Tenho uma vida sensata
Sem emoção
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não paro pra nada
Não presto atenção
Nos versos desta canção
Inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho
Serve mais um vinho
Bota vento no moinho
Bota pra correr
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara
Bota lenha na fornalha
Põe fogo na palha
Bota fogo na batalha
Bota pra ferver
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara
Tenho um metro quadrado
Um olho vidrado
E a televisão
Tenho um sorriso comprado
A prestação
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não paro pra nada
Não presto atenção
Nas cordas desse violão
Inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho ...
Tenho o passo marcado
O rumo traçado sem discussão
Tenho um encontro marcado
Com a solidão
Tenho uma pressa danada
Não moro do lado
Não me chamo João
Não gosto nem digo que não
É inútil
Tira a pedra do caminho ...
Vou correndo, vou-me embora
Faço um bota-fora
Pega um lenço agita e chora
Cumpre o seu dever
Bota força nessa coisa
Que se a coisa pára
A gente fica cara a cara
Cara a cara cara a cara
Com o que não quer ver
Zaterdag 26 januari 1974
Fire On The Mountain
Fire On The Mountain
Composer(s): George McCorkle
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band;
Candy Coburn; George McCorkle
Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
Had dreams about the west and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end
But so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
We were digging and shifting from five to five
Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thin Lord
And satan was the star
And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
Dance hall girls were the evening treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns
And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good worthless claim
And there's fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
Vrijdag 25 januari 1974
The Conversation
The Conversation
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.
Hank let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your momma loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man
(That's All)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
(Did He?)
That don't deserve no answer hoss
Let's light up and just move along
Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
Or about the man who done her wrong
(You know that)
Yeah back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Lord, are still riding on his name
Well if he was here right now Bocefus
Would he think that we were right
(Do you think he might?)
Don't you know he would Waltalja
Be right here by our sides
If we left for a show in Grover
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
(That's wantin' to go hoss)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy
You know I hope he's doing well
(Yes I do)
He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
I won't ask you no more questions
Cuz there stories only Hank can tell
Well back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
And that caused his greatest pain
Let me tell you about lovesick
How Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
Know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaw in the land
Vrijdag 25 januari 1974
The Conversation
The Conversation
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Hank Williams Jr.
Hank let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your momma loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man
(That's All)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
(Did He?)
That don't deserve no answer hoss
Let's light up and just move along
Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
Or about the man who done her wrong
(You know that)
Yeah back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Lord, are still riding on his name
Well if he was here right now Bocefus
Would he think that we were right
(Do you think he might?)
Don't you know he would Waltalja
Be right here by our sides
If we left for a show in Grover
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
(That's wantin' to go hoss)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy
You know I hope he's doing well
(Yes I do)
He is cuz he's got one arm around my momma now
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell
I won't ask you no more questions
Cuz there stories only Hank can tell
Well back then they called him crazy
Now a days they call him a saint
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry
And that caused his greatest pain
Let me tell you about lovesick
How Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
So the stories about that driftin' cowboy band (and the man)
Know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaw in the land
Vrijdag 25 januari 1974
Cara
Cara
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Cosa ho davanti, non riesco più a parlare
dimmi cosa ti piace, non riesco a capire, dove vorresti andare
vuoi andare a dormire
Quanti capelli che hai, non si riesce a contare
sposta la bottiglia e lasciami guardare
se di tanti capelli, ci si può fidare
Conosco un posto nel mio cuore
dove tira sempre il vento
per i tuoi pochi anni e per i miei che sono cento
non c'è niente da capire, basta sedersi ed ascoltare
Perché ho scritto una canzone per ogni pentimento
e debbo stare attento a non cadere nel vino
o finir dentro ai tuoi occhi, se mi vieni più vicino.........
La notte ha il suo profumo e puoi cascarci dentro
che non ti vede nessuno
ma per uno come me, poveretto, che voleva prenderti per mano
e cascare dentro un letto.....
che pena...che nostalgia
non guardarti negli occhi e dirti un'altra bugia
A..Almeno non ti avessi incontrato
io che qui sto morendo e tu che mangi il gelato
Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla
e con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla
se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano
ma so già cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire
come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire
e non c'e' niente di strano ma non posso venire
Così come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare
ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare
se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch'io a volare
e la notte cominciava a gelare la mia pelle
una notte madre che cercava di contare le sue stelle
io li sotto ero uno sputo e ho detto "Ole'" sono perduto
La notte sta morendo
ed e' cretino cercare di fermare le lacrime ridendo
ma per uno come me l' ho gia detto
che voleva prenderti per mano e volare sopra un tetto
Lontano si ferma un treno
ma che bella mattina, il cielo e' sereno
Buonanotte, anima mia
adesso spengo la luce e così sia
Vrijdag 25 januari 1974
Fire Lake
Fire Lake
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake
Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe
You remember Uncle Joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh Lord
Am I really here at last
Who wants to play those eights and aces
Who wants a raise
Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that long shot gamble
And head out to Fire Lake
Head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
And head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Head out
Out to Fire Lake
Who's gonna do it
Donderdag 24 januari 1974
The Continental
The Continental ((aka The Painless Dentist Song (Allan Sherman))
Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Ginger:
Beautiful music...
Dangerous rhythm...
It's something daring, The Continental
A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'
It's very subtle, The Continental
Because it does what you want it to do
It has a passion, The Continental
An invitation to moonlight and romance
It's quite the fashion, The Continental
Because you tell of your love while you dance
Your lips whisper so tenderly
Her eyes answer your song
Two bodies swaying, The Continental
And you are saying just what you're dreaming of
So keep on dancing, The Continental
For it's a song of romance and of love
You kiss while you're dancing
(Fred: Not a bad idea)
The Continental, hmmmmm
It's continental
You sing while you're dancing
Your voice is gentle and sentimental
You stroll together arm in arm
You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm
You will find while you're dancing
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do
The Continental all the time
Donderdag 24 januari 1974
Car Wash (Rose Royce)
Car Wash
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield
Performer(s): Rose Royce
and multiple other artists
Ooh ooh
You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch
There ain't no tellin' who you might meet
A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief
(Workin')
At the car wash
Workin' at the car wash, girl
Come on and sing it with me
(Car wash)
Sing it with the feelin' ya'all
(Car wash, girl)
Ooh!
Some of the work gets kinda hard
This ain't no place to be if you planned on bein' a star
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool
At the car wash
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Talkin' about the car wash, girl
Come on, ya'all and sing it for me
(Car wash)
Oooh oooh oooh
(Car wash, girl)
(Work and work)
Well, those cars never seem to stop coming
(Work and work)
Keep those rags and machines humming
(Work and work)
My fingers to the bone
(Work)
Can't wait till it's time to go home
(Hey, get your car washed today)
Fill up and you don't have to pay
Come on and give us a play
(Do the wash, right away)
(The car wash)
Talkin' 'bout the car wash
Car wash, girl
Come on, ya'all, let's sing it with me
(Car wash)
Sing it with feelin', ya'all
(Car wash, girl)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
(Car wash)
Never seem to stop comin'
What'd I say
Keep those rags and machines hummin'
(Car wash)
Let me tell you, it's always cool ...
Donderdag 24 januari 1974
Fire Island
Fire Island
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt;
Jacques Morali; Peter Whitehead
Performer(s): Village People
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island)
- it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
It's the place where you'll find me, the sun and sea, the place where love is free, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
You never know just who you meet, maybe someone out of your wildest fantasies, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, don't go, don't go in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya, yeah
Don't go in the bushes, no, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Sea, plane or train will take you there-ere, it's a paradi-ise, there's also bus or cab, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
We can scream, but let's sing, we can do each other's thi-ing, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes, no
Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, don't go - in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, yeah-eah
Groove at the Ice Palace (get on down at the Monster)
Been there, been there (been there at the Blue Whale)
Peckin', I'm peckin (peckin' at the Sandpiper)
Pumpin, I'm pumpin (pumpin' at the hotel)
(Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
There's a house (fire island) on your back
Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back
(Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
There's a house (fire island) on your back
Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back
Woensdag 23 januari 1974
The Composer
The Composer
Composer(s): William "Smokey" Robinson
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes; Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
You may not know how
To make words rhyme
Carry a tune or a clap on time now
You may have no knowledge of musical things
But deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That my heart sings
You may not know what
Quarter notes are
Or what I mean by Four to the Bar now
Such musical terms may be Greek to your ears
But deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That my heart hears
Now it's a tender song
It's like a rhapsody, a symphony
This song I find in this heart of mine
And it's begging you
Let nothing keep us apart
Oh, my darling
'Cause you put a song in my heart
Now this song that I find in my heart for you
Every lyric and line
I swear it's true
The number one song on my personal chart
Deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That's in my heart
Deep down inside of me
You have created a symphony
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart
Woensdag 23 januari 1974
Car Wash (Bruce Springsteen)
Car Wash
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Well my name is Catherine Lefèvre
I work at the Astrowash on Sunset and Vine
I drop my kids at school in the morning
And I pick them up at Mary's just 'fore suppertime
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well someday I'll sing in a night club
I'll get a million-dollar break
A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand
And say "Catherine, this has all been some mistake"
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Woensdag 23 januari 1974
Fire In The Hole
Fire In The Hole
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
I decline
To walk the line
They tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise
I realize
That everybody's crazy
A woman's voice reminds me
To serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak
Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn
With a cough
I shake it off
And work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide
And eat my pride
Or wait until it's good and ripe
My life is boiling over
It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door
Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
The Company Town Doctor
The Company Town Doctor (aka The Dying Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"
You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street
She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need
My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why
I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt
On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"
I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
Since You Don't Care
Since You Don't Care
((French Version: Car Tu T'en Vas (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Arms that used to hold you so close to me
Arms that had to open, oh! and set you free
Arms that used to reach
And always find you there
Are just two empty, two empty arms
Since you don't care
Eyes that used to light up when you walked by
Eyes that never knew what it meant to cry
Eyes that watched you walk away
And left me standing there
Are just two cry-crying eyes
Since you don't care
Lips that used to talk and plan a future for two
Lips that used to kiss
You only, you know, these lips were true
Lips that used to smile
Before they kissed good-bye
Are just two silent, silent lips
Since you don't care
These empty arms
These crying eyes
These silent lips
Are all so lonely
Since you don't care
Dinsdag 22 januari 1974
Fire Down Below
Fire Down Below
(Traditional)
Fire in the galley, fire in the house
Fire in the beef kid, scorching the scouse
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the cabin, fire in the hold
Fire in the strong room melting the gold
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire round the capstan, fire on the mast
Fire on the main deck, burning it fast
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the lifeboat, fire in the gig
Fire in the pig-stye roasting the pig
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire in the store room spoiling the food
Fire on the orlop burning the wood
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Fire on the waters, fire high above
Fire in our hearts for the friends that we love
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below
Maandag 21 januari 1974
The Dying Doctor
The Dying Doctor (aka The Company Town Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"
You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street
She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need
My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why
I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt
On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"
I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost
Maandag 21 januari 1974
Car Tu T'en Vas
Car Tu T'en Vas
((English Version: Since You Don't Care (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Moi qui t'enlaçais fort
tout contre moi
moi qui te serrais si fort grisée de joie
Moi qui te sentais toujours à mes côtés
me voilà seule, seule sans toi, car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te suivais des yeux quand tu marchais
Moi, moi qui n'avais jamais encore pleuré
Moi qui te voyais partir quand je devais rester
Mes yeux en pleurent, pleurent pour toi
car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te parlais d'un avenir pour deux
Moi qui t'embrassais
toi seul, toi seul me comprenait
moi qui souriais toujours avant de nous séparer
car tu t'en vas
Mes bras sans toi
Mes yeux sans toi
Ma voix sans toi
me rendent si triste
car tu t'en vas
Maandag 21 januari 1974
Each Minute Seems Like A Million Years
