Maandag 28 april 1975
Further On (Up The Road)
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Further On (Up The Road)
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Zondag 27 april 1975
The Little Birds
The Little Birds
Composer(s): Henry Mancini - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Henry Mancini & His Orch.
"Hi dee, hi dee ho"
(French)
"Whee, whee"
Trills the tiny chickadee
It's my turn now
"Who, who, who are you?"
Hoots the wise old owl, too
"Me, me"
Sings the sparrow in the tree
I'll teach you how
China or Peru, the thing to do
Is have a picnic every spring
Where you can listen to the birds
Who need no words
To teach you how to sing
Low, high, high and low
(French)
One, two, all together here we go
It's our turn now
"Brr, brr, than you sir"
Goes the scarlet tanager
"Tweet, tweet"
Chirps the cheery parakeet
It's my turn now
"Hear, hear, lend an ear"
Sing the linnets loud and clear
"Hark, hark"
Look who's singing like a lark
And he knows how
This is how we pass
Our music class
We learn a little more each day
(French)
A language, too
That's how we speak Anglais
"Whoo-whoo-broodle-oo"
Goes the emerald cockatoo
"Bob white"
Sounds the partridge in the night
It's our turn now
"Hi ho, hi ho hee"
Goes the tirmouse...
"Mush, mush"
Sings the dignified old thrush
So take your bow
If we practice well
Why who can tell
The opera house we'll occupy
And if we harmonize just so
Next thing you know
We might learn how to fly
And so off we go
(French)
Small birds
Hum the music and the words
It's our turn now
La la la la la la...
Zondag 27 april 1975
Charley, My Boy
Charley, My Boy
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Eddie Cantor
and multiple other artists
Charley is an ordinary fellow
To most everyone but FLo, his Flo
She's convinced that Charley
Is a very extraordinary beau, some beau
And everything in the dim light
She has a way of putting him right
Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages and ages of love and romance
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too
But boy he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh Charley, my boy
Charley, my boy, oh Charley, my boy
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages and ages of love and romance
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too
But boy he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh Charley, my boy
And when we dance, I read in your glance
Just oodles and noodles of love and romance
I have a millionarie proposing to me
I think I'll marry him, though he's eighty-three
Think what wealthy widow I'll be
Oh Charley, my boy
Zondag 27 april 1975
Furry Sings The Blues
Furry Sings The Blues
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell;
The Band; Ian Shaw; Holly Shelton
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Handy's cast in bronze
And he's standing in a little park
With a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the blues
Propped up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg removed
And Ginny's there
For her kindness and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the grey decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry sings the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played
I could really feel
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the street
She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent - staring ar her stolen name
Diamond boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls
To parking lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the blues
He points a bony finger at you and
"I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's true
We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you played
But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown society
Come right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night
They're in their finery
Dancing it up and making deals
Furry sings the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard luck
And time and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
Old Furry sings the blues
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
The Lion's Share
The Lion's Share
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer...
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Starbright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night -- alone
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again...
Nonesuch
Your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart
And left you
So much
Playing the prince of clowns
Hell-bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred grounds...
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Alain Goraguer et son Orch.
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons
Artistes, nous on ne l'est pas pour deux ronds
Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins
Y a pas de charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes
Faut se lever de bonne heure
Dire qu'il y a des types
Qui sur c't'engin d'malheur
Arrivent à faire croire à tous les ballots
Que la vie c'est comme au piano
D'l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma
À les écouter, de vrai, y aurait que ça
Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs
Qu'en ont des tonnes sur le cœur
Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc
Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue
Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard
Pour y glisser ses pourboires
Pour tous les faire taire
Y a vraiment qu'une façon
Les envoyer faire
Un p'tit tour au charbon
Sur le piano massacre d'la réalité
Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Au fond, à quoi qu'ça sert de discuter
Comme l'a dit l'autre "à chacun son métier"
Tirer sur l'pianiste c'est pas not' boulot
Nous on tire sur le piano
Nous on tire sur le piano
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
Funny Little Man
Funny Little Man
Composer(s): James Seals; Dash Crofts
Performer(s): Seals & Crofts
See the funny little man
huffing and puffing and digging the sand
In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill
Little does he know that he's working in vain
When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold
See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands
Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day long
See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land
When will he grow up, can time wait until
The funny little man can see beyond the hill
Vrijdag 25 april 1975
Mbube
Mbube
Composer(s): Solomon Linda
First release by: Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers)
1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens)
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
Njalo Ekuseni Uya Waletha Amathamsanqa
Yebo!
Amathamsanqa
Mbube
Uyimbube
Uyimbube
Uyimbube
(repeat 2 times)
(Lead vocal repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Uyimbube
Uyimbube Mama We
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
He! He! He! He!
Uyimbube Mama
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
We We We We We We
Uyimbube
Uyimbube
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above)
Kusukela Kudala Kuloku Kuthiwa
Uyimbube
Uyimbube Mama
(Some of the choruses above are then repeated)
Every Morning You Bring Us Good Luck
Yes!
Good Luck
Lion
You're A Lion
You're A Lion
You're A Lion
(repeat 2 times)
(lead vocal repeats the following against an additional two repeats of the chorus above)
You're A Lion
You're A Lion, Mama!
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You're A Lion, Mama
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
You're A Lion
You're A Lion
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above)
Long, Long Ago People Used To Say
You're A Lion
You're A Lion, Mama
Vrijdag 25 april 1975
Charleston Alley
Charleston Alley
Composer(s): Horace Henderson - Jon Hendricks - Leroy Kirkland
Performer(s): Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
and multiple other artists
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all
compared to the kicks when you dally in Charleston Alley
Maybe it don't look so hot, but believe me, it's the spot where you can sure let your hair down
Everything's right
And you can boogy all night
Say, man Charleston Alley is the play, man
you can rally every cool cat on the avenue
And they'll say it's true, if you're feelin' blue, this is the place for you
No goof and that's the truth
I dig Charleston Alley, and I'm here t' tell ya pally
It's a place where life is real
I'm tellin' you I never found a better deal
We know just how you feel
Ribs and pigs feet, the tastiest meat that you ever did eat
And a good piano player- a plinkin' an plunkin' an playin' them blues
I doubt if you'll ever be gayer
We know- (Tell us about what you know)
Where to play- (Tell us about where to go)
And we'll show- (You don't know what time it takes)
You the way (Lookin' for what shakes)
Well let me tell you that if you've come to dally
Dig this crazy alley
And we know it's where you're goin' to move
And this is not an idle boast
Of all the many crazy alleys that we've went- Hilltop, O'Mally's
None a' them could quite compare with red hot Charleston Alley
When you're rockin' and you're rollin' to the rythym of the solid beat
You're gonna have t' stomp your feet
And you're sure to hang around
Wiggin' an' diggin' the sounds
So dig this vocal travelogue that we're singin' everyone
'bout that circle by the dark sun
Charleston Alley is the place to be
We get our kicks from hicks who hurry and take in the great white way
We'll pick the Alley any day
Charleston Alley is the place for me
Better get up if you're takin' a trip take a tip
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all
compared to the kicks you get from Charleston Alley
If you should make the trip I'm pretty sure you'ld really flip
So let your cares be, and baby make it down with me... to Charleston Alley
Vrijdag 25 april 1975
Funny How Time Slips Away
Funny How Time Slips Away
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Billy Walker - July 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Well hello there
It's been a long long time
How am I doing?
Oh well, I guess I'm doing fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Ain't it funny how time slips away?
How's your new love
I hope that he's doing fine
Heard you told him
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
That you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Ain't it funny how time slips away
Gotta go now
Guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though
Never know when I'll be back in town
But remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay
Well it's surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away
Donderdag 24 april 1975
Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir
Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir
((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939))
Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Henri Salvador
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1962
Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers)
1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens)
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Et les hommes tranquille s'endorment
Le lion est mort ce soir
Tout est sage dans le village
Le lion est mort ce soir
Plus de rage, plus de carnage
Le lion est mort ce soir
L'indomptable, le redoutable
Le lion est mort ce soir
Viens ma belle, viens ma gazelle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Donderdag 24 april 1975
Ik Meen 'T
Ik Meen 'T
Performer(s): André Hazes
Slaap je al ik wilde nog wat kwijt
Ik maak je even wakker tot mijn spijt
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou, en dat meen ik
Want alleen is maar alleen
rook met mij een sigaret
Blijf jij maar liggen in je bed
Wat ik zeggen wil is kort, maar ik meen het
Ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent
Ik was jaren vrijgezel
Zat dan alleen in een hotel
Want ik wist niet wat het was om verliefd te zijn
Wat moet ik nu zonder jou beginnen?
Kus me en zeg dat je van me houdt
Ik wilde zilver maar ik heb nu goud
Als jij naar mij kijkt word ik al week, oh ik meen het
Wat moet ik nu nog zonder jou?
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij
Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik
Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?
rook met mij een sigaret
Blijf maar liggen in je bed
Wat ik zegge wil is kort
maar ik meen het
ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij
Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik
Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?
La la la la la la la la la ....... (2x)
Donderdag 24 april 1975
Funny Honey
Funny Honey
Composer(s): John Kander; Fred Ebb
Announcer:
For her first number, Miss Roxie Hart would like to sing a song
of love and devotion dedicated to her dear husband Amos
Roxie:
Sometimes I'm right
Sometimes I'm wrong
But he doesn't care
He'll string along
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine!
Sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm up
But he follows 'round
Like some droopy-eyed pup
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine!
He ain't no sheik
That's no great physique
Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Oh, but look at that soul
I tell you, that whole
Is a whole lot greater
Than the sum of his parts
And if you knew him like me
I know you'd agree
What if the world
Slander my name?
Why, he'd be right there
Taking the blame
He loves me so
And it all suits me fine
That funny, sunny, honey
Hubby of mine!
Amos:
A man's got the right to protect his home and his loved ones, right?
Fogarty:
Of course, he has!
Amos:
Well, I come in from the garage, Officer, and I see him coming through the window
With my wife Roxanne there, sleepin'...
Like an angel...
Roxie: Amos:
He loves me so ...an angel!
That funny honey of mine!
Amos:
I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her or somethin'...you
know what I mean...violated?
Fogarty:
I know what you mean...
Amos:
...or somethin'
Think how terrible that would have been
It's a good thing I came home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that!
I say I'm tellin' ya that!
Roxie:
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine!
Fogarty:
Name of deceased...
Fred Casely
Amos:
Fred Casely
How could he be a burglar? My wife knows him!
He sold us our furniture!
Roxie:
Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Amos:
She lied to me
She told me he was a burglar
Fogarty:
You mean he was dead when you got home?
Amos:
She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock
and a bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say I did
it 'cause I was sure to get off
Burglar, huh!
Roxie: Amos:
Now, he shot off his trap
And I believed her!
That cheap little tramp
So, she
I can't stand that sap was two-timing me, huh?
Well, then, she can just swing for all I care
Look at him go Boy, I'm down at the garage
Rattin' on me working my butt off fourteen
With just one more brain hours a day and she's up there
What half-wit he'd be munchin' on God-damn bon-bons and jazzing
This time she
If they string me up pushed me too far
I'll know who
That little chiseler
Brought the twine Boy, what a sap I was!
That scummy, crummy
Dummy hubby of mine
Announcer:
And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their
rendition of the "Cell Block Tango"
Woensdag 23 april 1975
Wimoweh
Wimoweh ((aka The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) - 1961))
((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939))
Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Hugo E. Peretti - Luigi Creatore - George David Weiss
Performer(s): The Weavers - 1952
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Woensdag 23 april 1975
Charity Ball
Charity Ball
Composer(s): June Millington
Performer(s): Fanny
Dance! Stand!
Move to Charity Ball!
Dance! Stand!
Move to Charity Ball!
Get the musicians ready
Get them good and hot - good and hot
To stand and deliver
Deliver everything they've got
You got my number
Charity Ball!
Stand!
Move to Charity Ball!
Dance! Stand!
Move to Charity Ball!
Come on, grab a partner
We're gonna roll till the break of dawn
Cause I need you
I need you
I need you
Charity Ball!
I'm ready - I wanna be there
Charity Ball!
Woensdag 23 april 1975
Funny Funny
Funny Funny
Composer(s): Mike Chapman; Nicky Chinn
Performer(s): Sweet
Tell me is it really true
This feelin' that I feel for you
Your own kind of lovin'
That makes me think
Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny
What you do, honey, honey
What you do, what you mean to me
And you know, honey, honey
Though it's so funny funny
That you mean all the world to me
Ever since you came my way
I knew it was my lucky day
The sun started shinin'
When you started smiling
And I know it's gonna stay that way
And it's so funny funny
What you do, honey, honey
What you do, what you mean to me
And you know, honey, honey
Though it's so funny funny
That you mean all the world to me
Can't imagine lovin' anyone but you
(Honey honey, so funny funny)
Every minute lovin' everything you do
(Honey honey, so funny funny)
Couldn't see my way without you
Now I gotta tell the world about you
Tell me is it really true
This feelin' that I feel for you
Your own kind of lovin'
That makes me think
Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny
What you do, honey, honey
What you do, what you mean to me
And you know, honey, honey
Though it's so funny funny
That you mean all the world to me
Dinsdag 22 april 1975
Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej
((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939))
Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Bamse
Performer(s): Bamses Venner - 1975
Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers)
1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens)
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Helt deroppe på Wimmersvej
der bor en dejlig steg
Hun går rundt der helt uden bukser
lige noget for mig, hep hep
Huuuuuun går rundt med numsen bar, hurra
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Huuuuuun går rundt med numsen bar, hurra
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Wimmersvej, Wimmersvej
Hver dag jeg kommer hjem fra skole
går jeg hen forbi
For at se om hun stadig er der
det er kun fordi, hep hep
Huuuuuun går rundt med numsen bar, hurra...
Helt deroppe på Wimmersvej
der bor en dejlig steg
Hun går rundt der helt uden bukser
lige noget for mig, hep hep
Huuuuuun går rundt med numsen bar, hurra...
Dinsdag 22 april 1975
Chariot (Franck Pourcel)
Chariot
Composer(s): Paul Mauriat - Franck Pourcel
First release by: Franck Pourcel et son Grand Orch. - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - I Will Follow Him (Petula Clark)
1963 - Chariot (Italian Version) (Betty Curtis)
1963 - Eu O Seguirei (George Freedman)
1979 - Elämä On Totta (Mona Carita)
Chariot, Chariot, si tu veux de moi
Pour t'accompagner au bout des jours
Laisse moi venir près de toi
Sur le grand chariot de bois et de toile
Nous nous en irons
Du côté où l'on verra le jour
Dans les premiers reflets du ciel
Avant la chaleur du soleil
Sous la dernière étoile
La plaine, la plaine, la plaine
N'aura plus de frontière
La terre, la terre, sera notre domaine
Que j'aime, que j'aime
Ce vieux chariot qui tangue
Qui tangue, qui tangue
Si tu veux de moi
Pour dormir à ton côté toujours
L'été sous la lune d'argent
L'hiver dans la neige et le vent
Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi
La plaine, la plaine, la plaine
N'aura plus de frontière
La terre, la terre, verra notre domaine
Que j'aime, que j'aime
Ce vieux chariot qui tremble
Qui tremble, qui tremble
Si tu veux de moi
De ma vie et de mon fol amour
Le long des torrents et des bois
Au cœur des dangers et des joies
Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi
Dinsdag 22 april 1975
Funny Familiar Forgotten Feelings
Funny Familiar Forgotten Feelings
Composer(s): Mickey Newbury
Performer(s): Tom Jones;
and various other artists
Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind
As I lay searching for sleep
Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name
As she brushed a tear from my cheek
And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings
started walkin' all over my mind
It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad
but a true love would not have gone wrong
I'm just thankful for the good times we've had
for without them I could not go on
With all those funny familiar forgotten feelings
walkin' all over my mind
I must go on, be strong
though millions of teardrops may fall
Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walkin' all over my mind
Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walkin' all over my mind
Maandag 21 april 1975
The Lion
