Woensdag 3 augustus 1977
J'Ai La Mémoire Qui Flanche
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J'Ai La Mémoire Qui Flanche
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Dinsdag 2 augustus 1977
Thirteen Tons Of Ice Cream
Thirteen Tons Of Ice Cream
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
A ninety mile run
In the Florida sun
Can be a sticky situation
With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
And no refrigeration
Well, I was loaded and locked
At the Tampa docks
Miami was my destination
With some coffee and an upper
I'll be home in time for supper
According to my calculation
But those ice cream bars
In my 'frigeration car
Were too great a temptation
So I pulled on over to the side of the road
And had me an ice cream celebration
Then just outside of the
Everglades
I got a strange sensation
What was drippin' down my nose
Soakin' my clothes
Weren't no perspiration?
'Cuz I must've forgot
And left the hatch unlocked
Now I came to the realization
I got thirteen tons of ice cream bars
And no refrigeration
'Cuz a ninety-mile run in the Florida sun
Can be a sticky situation
With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
And no refrigeration
There was pralines and cream droppin' into my lap
And that's a source of irritation
And that Chunky-Monkey fillin' up the cab
That can disturb a fellah's concentration
That Cherry Jubilee
Right up to my knees
Can make a truckin' man's ruination
With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
And no refrigeration
When I pull into Tampa you can damn well bet
There'll be a big investigation
And under cross examination
I'll deny all of the allegations
Then me and the boss we're gonna have
One of them real short conversations
Then he's gonna be advisin' me
To find a brand new occupation
A ninety-mile run in the Florida sun
Can be a sticky situation
With thirteen tons of ice cream bars
And no refrigeration
Well, I'm gonna tell him where he can Stick
His whole screwed-up organization
Then I'm gonna head right on down to the Union Hall
And apply for arbitration
Then get me some fancy legal representation
And sue the whole God damn truckin' corporation
And win a Big cash compensation
And then take a seven-month vacation
At some tropical location
With some uh... female stimulation
And do a little copulation
Out in the vegetation
And get a little inebriation goin'
Ohhh... what a sweet sensation!
Lemme see now... what flavor should I have...
Hmm-Hmmm... they're all running together
I believe this is a whole new kinda ice cream
Heee-hee-heee...
Dinsdag 2 augustus 1977
Country Music
Country Music
Performer(s): Marie-Lynn Hammond
well you can play that old-time music
you can sing those country songs
and all the children of the cities
they have learned to play along
from a downtown window
busy corner
skies are hidden
and there ain't no trees
but you can hear that music playing
that sweet-tongued fiddle playing
and it floats through the dusty air
like a country breeze
well they leave the farms
and they leave the small towns
'cause they heard that the cities pay
but at night they go from the yards
and the factories
to join the crowds down main street way
in smoky barrooms
at crowded tables
they down their beer
and they talk about home
they've come to hear that music playing
that sweet-sad fiddle playing
things that you never hear
till you're on your own
so play for them some down home music
yeah sing for them those country songs
and all your children
lost in the cities
they can't help but sing along
sing of prairie summers
Ottawa river
and Sunday mornings
in a small Quebec town
just try and leave it all behind you
wherever you go it'll find you
that sweet-sad country music
like a lover, friend, or brother
it's gonna follow you down
Dinsdag 2 augustus 1977
J'Ai La Guitare Qui Me Démange
J'Ai La Guitare Qui Me Démange
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
Pardonnez-moi, c'est très étrange
Ça me prend là où ça veut
C'est la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
J'aurais pu, c'est héréditaire
Être officier d'Etat major
Archevêque ou vétérinaire
Clerc de notaire ou chercheur d'or
Le hasard et la génétique
En ont voulu tout autrement
J'ai mis les doigts dans la musique
Et c'est ainsi qu'à présent...
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
Dans l'industrie, l'électronique
Le commerce et les assurances
J'avais des dons pour la pratique
Oui, mais côté références...
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça fait du bien dans les phalanges
Mais ça fait pas très sérieux
Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
Faut se faire une raison
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors j'écris des chansons
J'ai appris à lire, à écrire
Et je compte sur mes dix doigts
Pour composer de doux délires
À partir de n'importe quoi
Ne croyez pas que je m'amuse
Que je cours après les honneurs
Si je taquine un peu la muse
C'est pas pour les droits d'auteur
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Mais au bout d'une heure ou deux
Quand je me prends pour un artiste
Ça donne un résultat miteux
Ça me rend profondément triste
Et quand je suis malheureux...
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Mais c'est un cercle vicieux
Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
Faut se faire à cette idée
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors j'essaie de chanter
J'ai consulté un spécialiste
Pour me guérir, mais sans succès
Il m'a dit "Si le mal persiste
Essayez de prendre un cachet"
Avant même que je le comprenne
J'étais déjà dev'nu chanteur
Et c'est pour ça que sur la scène
Entre les deux projecteurs...
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Et si c'est pas très sérieux
C'est la plus belle leçon d'musique
Que j'ai reçue depuis toujours
C'est la meilleure thérapeutique
Quand j'ai des chagrins d'amour
J'ai la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Ça me soulage et ça s'arrange
Et quand je serai très vieux
À ma mort, je veux qu'on m'installe
Avec ma guitare à la main
Si vous voyez ma pierre tombale
Qui gigote à la Toussaint...
C'est la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Dans les nuages avec les anges
Et tout là-haut dans les cieux
Pardonnez-moi si ça dérange
Ça me prend là où ça veut
C'est la guitare qui me démange
Alors je gratte un p'tit peu
Y a rien à faire pour que ça change
Et si, dans un jour ou deux
Y a la guitare qui vous démange
Alors c'était contagieux
Maandag 1 augustus 1977
Thirteen Men
Thirteen Men
Composer(s): Dickie Thompson
Performer(s): Ann-Margret
and multiple other artists
Last night I was dreaming
Dreamed about the H-bomb
Well, the bomb went off and I was caught
I was the only girl on the ground
There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
Thirteen men and only one gal in town
And as funny as it may be
The one and only gal in town was me
Well, thirteen men and me the only gal around
I had two guys every morning
Seeing that I was well fed
And believe you me, one sweetened my tea
While another one buttered my bread
Two guys gave me my money
Two guys made me my clothes
And another sweet thing, bought me a diamond ring
About forty carats I suppose
Well, thirteen men and only one gal in town
There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
It was something I can't forget
Because I think of those thirteen men yet
Well, thirteen men and only one gal around
I had three guys dancing the mambo
Three guys ballin' the jack
And all the rest really did their best
Boy, they sure were a lively pack
I thought I was in heaven
And all of these angels were mine
But I woke up and ended the dream
'Cause I had to get to work on time
Well, thirteen men and only one gal in town
There were thirteen men and only one gal in town
No, I can't tell you where I've been
'Cause I kind of think that someday I'll go back again
To those thirteen men and me the only gal around
Oh-oh, thirteen men and me the only gal around
Thirteen men and...
Maandag 1 augustus 1977
Country Girl, City Man (Just Across The Line)
Country Girl, City Man (Just Across The Line)
Composer(s): Ted Daryll; Chip Taylor
Performer(s): Billy Vera & Judy Clay
I was born in New York City
I was born in Georgia
Girl you're lookin kinda pretty
Don't you think we oughta
Get to know each other better
Take the time to find out while we can
Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
City boy had your eggs and bacon
You were raised on cornbread
The rooster crowed while I was wakin
Bout the time I was going to bed
Bet we got a lot in common
Take the time to find out while we can
Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
He was born in New York City
She was born in Georgia
Girl you're lookin fine
Don't you think we oughta
Get to know each other better
Take the time to find out while we can
Gotta be some soul between a country girl and a city man
We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
That man's from New York City
She's a girl from Georgia town
We could find, we could find it's groovy just to cross the line
Maandag 1 augustus 1977
Jai Jai
Jai Jai
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Aloquita de albarroba
molidita en el motero
se me sube a la cabeza
como si fuera sombrero
se me sube a la cabeza
como si fuera sombrero
Ya tarde vidita mia
ya tar’ vidita la luna
carnaval viene al galopa
y la chichita madura
Yo te quisiera vidita
pero tu dueño esta viendo
echale un puñao’ e’ sueño
que se divierta durmiendo
echale un puñao’ e’ sueño
que se divierta durmiendo
Anoche tuita la noche
casi me mato de risa
me soñe que me ponia
calzon en agua
me soñe que me ponia
calzon en agua
y camisa
Yo no se que mañas tengo
que hoy mismo me dan pena
me echo a dormir en mi cama
y amanezco en cama ajena
me echo a dormir en mi cama
y amanezco en cama ajena
Ahora si que estoy de luto
corbatita colorada
porque se ha muerto mi suegra
esa vieja condenada
porque se ha muerto mi suegra
esa vieja condenada
Zondag 31 juli 1977
Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori
Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori ((aka Chi Mai Lo Sa (Gli Apostoli) - 1965))
((Adapted from: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? (Pete Seeger) - 1960))
Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Daniele Pace
Performer(s): Patty Pravo - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Que Sont Devenues Les Fleurs? (Dalida)
1962 - Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind (Marlene Dietrich)
1963 - Waar Zijn Al De Bloemen Toch (Conny Vandenbos)
1963 - Hvor Er Som'rens Blomsterpragt (Katy Bødtger)
Dove andranno i nostri fiori
chi mai può dire
dove andranno i nostri fiori
che mai lo sa
Una donna li rubò
e al suo amore li donò
qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà
Quella donna dove andò
chi mai può dire
quella donna dove andrà
chi mai lo sa
Forse un giorno lei amò
il ragazzo che baciò
qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà
E il ragazzo dove andò
chi mai può dire
e il ragazzo dove andò
chi mai lo sa
Alla guerra se ne andò
sorridendo salutò
qualcuno capirà
ed il mondo cambierà
Quel soldato dove andò
chi mai può dire
quel ragazzo
dove andò
chi mai lo sa
Una pietra c'è laggiù
c'è per chi non torna più
qualcuno capirà
ed il mondo cambierà
Dove andranno i nostri fiori
chi mai può dire
dove andranno i nostri fiori
chi mai lo sa
un bambino li porto
ad un uomo che non baciò
e che non tornerà
ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
mmmmmm
Zondag 31 juli 1977
Country Comfort
Country Comfort
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch
Zondag 31 juli 1977
J'Ai Gardé L'Accent
J'Ai Gardé L'Accent
Composer(s): James Bernard; G. Bonheur
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent
qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est l'ail du potager, l'huile de l'olivier, le raisin de la treille
C'est le micocoulier où jouent les écoliers
Qu'une cigale égaye
Quand la mer de Pagnol en retenant ses vagues
S'endort en rêvassant
Et rêve d'un marin qui lui passe la bague
La mer à notre accent!
Quand le vent de Mistral décoiffe les marchandes
Jouant au Tout Puissant
Et qu'il nous fait le ciel plus bleu que la lavande
Le vent à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est le mas paternel, aux murs couleur de miel, aux tomates vermeilles
C'est la tuile du toit, comme un peu de patois que le soir ensoleille
Quand la nuit de Daudet aux moulins met des voiles
Qui tournent en crissant
Et que ça grouille au ciel des millions d'étoiles
La mer à notre accent!
Quand l'été de Giono revient en transhumance
Et que les estivants, imitent en riant
Le parler de Provence
Le monde à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est l'accent du clocher, la Noël des bergers dans la nuit des merveilles
C'est l'orgueil provençal, la gloire de Mistral
C'est l'accent de... Mireille!
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
Thirteen
Thirteen
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1994
Covered by multiple other artists
Bad-luck wind been blowing on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
With a number 13 tatooed on my neck
That ink starts to itch
Black gon' turn to red
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
List of lives I've broken
Reach from here to hell
And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
Pray you don't look, and pray I don't look back
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Found me with a preacher man confessin' all I done
Catch me with the devil playing 21
And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to
Bring trouble wherever I'm at
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
Country Bumpkin
Country Bumpkin
Composer(s): Don Wayne
Performer(s): Cal Smith
He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
And with a long soft Southern drawl said
"I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"
A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down
And she thought "I wonder how on earth
That country bumpkin found his way to town"
She said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
"I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'"
"Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?"
It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain
Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came
That same woman's face was wrapped up
In a raptured look of love and tenderness
As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast
And she said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'"
"Mamma loves her country bumpkin"
Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place
The heavy hand of time had not erased
The raptured wonder from the woman's face
She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run
But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son
And she said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
"See you later, country bumpkin"
She said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
J'Ai Froid
J'Ai Froid
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Le vent du midi s'abat en rafales
Sur la vallée noire où les arbres ploient
Leurs bras désolés fument des gitanes
J'ai froid
Une fois de plus tous les droits de l'homme
Sont foulés aux pieds sont jetés à bas
Les maîtres sanglés dans leurs uniformes
J'ai froid
Une fois de plus la grande injustice
La force imbécile triomphe du droit
Quand la liberté tombe sa pelisse
J'ai froid
Encore une fois les lettres anonymes
La bêtise épaisse en guise de loi
La salve éclatant au milieu de l'hymne
J'ai froid
Si la bête immonde sort de sa tanière
Nous retrouverons le chemin des bois
Mets dans ma valise un gros pull-over
J'ai froid
Dans tes yeux soudain ivres de colère
La révolte éclaire un grand feu de bois
Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
J'ai froid
Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
J'ai froid
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
Third World
Third World
Composer(s): Arthur Kent - Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Johnny & Jonie Mosby
The fool's in my world, the blind in your world
They always say we're different and try to keep us apart
Let's build a third world, our own kind of third world
A place where all that matters will be the love in our hearts
Let's build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We meet in secret and kiss in shadow
Why must we go on hiding our love so no one can see
I dream that someday we'll walk in the sunshine
And when our new tomorrow comes back the way it will be
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)
Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert - Brian Potter
Performer(s): Glen Campbell
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get a house in the hills
You're payin' everyone's bills
And they tell you that you're gonna go far
But in the back of my mind
I hear it time after time
"Is that who you really are?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Talkin' on the telephone
Settin' up another day of people to meet
You've gotta do what's right
You've gotta spend the night
Stayin' in touch with the street
When you're surrounded by friends
They say the fun never ends
But I guess I'll never figure it out
'Cause in the back of my mind
I hear it time after time
"Is this what it's all about?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home ...
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
J'Ai Eu Tort
J'Ai Eu Tort
Composer(s): J. Albertini; J. Denjean
Performer(s): Christophe
J'ai eu tort de ne pas croire en toi
Surtout ne m'en veut pas
Je ne t'oublierai pas
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi
Je te pleure aujourd'hui
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De promener ma vie
Au long des heures qui courent
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
J'ai eu tort de te faire du cinéma
De jouer le drôle de gars
Qui n'a besoin de personne
J'ai eu tort de te crier souvent
Je t'en supplie va-t'en
Je t'aimais bien pourtant
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De promener ma vie
Au long des heures qui courent
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
J'ai eu tort de t'avoir fait pleurer
Mais je le reconnais laisse moi regretter
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi
Je te pleure aujourd'hui
J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi je te pleure aujourd'hui...
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
Third Stone From The Sun
Third Stone From The Sun
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Starfleet to scoutship, please give your position
Over
I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called the sun
Over
You mean its the earth?
Over
Positive
It is known to have some form of intelligent species
Over
I think we should take a look
Strange beautiful grass of green
With your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine
Strange beautiful grass of green
With your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine
Although your world wonders me
With your majestic and superior cackling hen
Your people I do not understand
So to you I shall put an end
And you'll
Never hear
Surf music again
Secret
Oh, secret
Oh
Shhhh...
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
Country Boy (Ricky Skaggs)
Country Boy
Composer(s): Tony Colton; Albert Lee; Raymond Smith
Performer(s): Ricky Skaggs
I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
I may look like a bank teller
Pushing facts in a file
But I'd rather be a haul collar
Shooing foot home in style
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
Composer(s): P. Breslin; J. Top; S. Perathoner
Performer(s): Nicoletta
J'ai fait la malle
Du meilleur et du pire
A part égale
C'est suffisant à dire
J'ai eu ma dose
La journée s'achève
Et c'est chacun pour soi
Le vent qui se lève
Me ramene à toi
J'ai eu ma dose
J'ai tracé la route
J'ai brîlé tous les feux
Sans la patience ni la confiance en Dieu
Mais ça, c'est, oui, tout ça, c'est, c'est du passé
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Tellement d'autres choses
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
Envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Tellement d'autres choses
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
J'ai envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie de toi...
J'ai envie de toi.
J'ai eu ma dose...
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Autre chose
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
Envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
D'autres choses...
Woensdag 27 juli 1977
Third Rate Romance
