Zondag 6 juli 1969
99 Year Blues
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99 Year Blues
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Zaterdag 5 juli 1969
Marie, Quand Tu T'en Vas
Marie, Quand Tu T'en Vas
Italian Title: Maria Che Se Ne Va
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
Marie quand tu t'en vas
Tous mes soleils se cachent
Et mon ciel s'obscurcit
Les ombres font des taches
Sur les murs de mes nuits
Marie quand tu t'en vas
Les cours d' eaux se tarissent
L'oiseau quitte son nid
Les bourgeons dépérissent
Avant d' avoir fleuri
Marie, Marie quand tu t'en vas
Marie quand tu t'en vas
Tout vieillit en mon être
Et je meurs mille vies
Derrière ma fenêtre
À te voir avec lui
Marie quand tu t'en vas
Dans la longue voiture
Blanche décapotée
Pour vivre l'aventure
En me laissant crever
Marie, Marie quand tu t'en vas
Marie quand tu reviens
Avec ton maquillage
Qui coule par endroit
Des plis à ton corsage
Jambes nues sans tes bas
Marie quand tu reviens
Insouciante et sans honte
Je fais celui qui croit
Tout ce que tu racontes
J'ai trop peur qu'une fois
Marie, Marie
Tu ne reviennes pas
Marie quand tu t'en vas
Zaterdag 5 juli 1969
99 Years (And One Dark Day)
99 Years (And One Dark Day)
Composer(s): Jesse Fuller
Performer(s): Jesse Fuller
This here is a song about life in prison
It's called 99 years and one dark day
The ninety-nine years
are the years you're in the prison
And the one dark day is the day you die
And it's too bad for you ......
I commited a crime many years ago
I shot my woman with a forty-four
She had another man, wasn't in my head
I've got ninety-nine years and one dark day
I've been in prison twenty years or more
Shot my woman with a forty-four
I'll be here until my dyin' day
I've got ninety-nine years and one dark day
Food is bad and the beds are hard
I spend all day breakin' rocks in the yard
Where there ain't no change, gonna stay that way
I've got ninety-nine years and one dark day
Ain't no singer that can sing a song
To convince this warden that I ain't wrong
His mind's made up--it's gonna stay that way
I've got ninety-nine years and one dark day
Never learned to read, never learned to write
My whole life has been one big fight
I never heard about the righteous way
I've got ninety-nine years and one dark day
Vrijdag 4 juli 1969
Marie Provost
Marie Provost
Composer(s): Nick Lowe
Originally performed by: Nick Lowe
Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west
July 29
She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
said even little doggies have got to eat
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie
Marie Provost was a movie queen
mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen
Whoa she came out west from New York
but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
The public said Marie take a walk
All the way back to New York
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie
Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
Marie got ready for that last big sleep
The cops came in and they looked around
Throwin' up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund
That hungry little dachshund
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie
poor Marie
Vrijdag 4 juli 1969
9th & Hennepin
9th & Hennepin
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Tom Waits
Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names
that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks
are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away, she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train ...
Donderdag 3 juli 1969
Marie Marie (The Blasters)
Marie Marie
Danish Title: Forbi Min Pi'e
Composer(s): Dave Alvin
Originally performed by: The Blasters
Covered by various other artists
Marie Marie, playing guitar on the back porch
I sit in my car, while you sing so sad Marie Marie
Marie Marie, It's so lonely in these farmlands
Please come with me, to the bright lights downtown Marie Marie
I said: "hey, pretty girl, don't you understand
I just want to be your lovin' man"
Marie Marie, the sun is down in the cornfields
The evening is dark, and you sing so sad Marie Marie
Marie Marie, It's so lonely in these farmlands
Please come with me, to the bright lights downtown Marie Marie
Marie Marie, I got two weeks in back pay
There's gas in my car, and your folks say I must go Marie Marie
I said: "hey, pretty girl, don't you understand
I just want to be your lovin' man"
Marie Marie, playing guitar on the back porch
I sit in my car, while you sing so sad Marie Marie
Marie Marie, I got two weeks in back pay
There's gas in my car, and your folks say I must go Marie Marie
While you sing so sad Marie Marie
While you sing so sad Marie Marie
While you sing so sad Marie Marie
While you sing so sad Marie Marie
While you sing so sad Marie Marie ...
Donderdag 3 juli 1969
100 Hundred Easy Ways To Lose A Man
100 Hundred Easy Ways To Lose A Man
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein;
Betty Comden; Adolph Green
Performer(s): Betty Comden & Adolph Green
Now the first way to lose a man
You've met a charming fellow and you're out for a spin
The motor fails and he just wears a helpless grin
Don't bat your eyes and say, "what a romantic spot we're in"
Just get out, crawl under the car, tell him it's the gasket
And fix it in two seconds flat with a bobby pin
That's a good way to lose a man
He takes you to a baseball game
You sit knee to knee
He says, "the next man up at bat will bunt, you'll see"
Don't say, "oooh, what's a bunt? this game's too hard for little me"
Just say, "bunt? are you nuts?!! with no outs, two men on base, and a
left-handed batter coming up, you'll walk right into a triple play
just like it happened in the fifth game of the world series in 1923"
That's a sure way to lose a man
A sure sure sure sure way to lose a man
A splendid way to lose a man
Just throw your knowledge in his face
he'll never try for second base
ninety-eight ways to go
The third way to lose a man
The life-guard at the beach that all the girlies adore
swims bravely out to save you through the ocean's roar
don't say, "oh, thanks, I would have drowned in just one second more"
Just push his head under water and yell, "last one in is a rotten egg"
and race him back to shore!
That's a swell way to lose a man
You've found your perfect mate and it's been love from the start
He whispers, "you're the one to who I give my heart"
Don't say, "I love you too, my dear, let's never never part"
Just say, "I'm afraid you've made a grammatical error -- it's not `to
who I give my heart,' it's `to whom I give my heart' -- you see, with
the use of the preposition `to,' `who' becomes the indirect object
making the use of `whom' imperative which i can easily show you by
drawing a simple chart"
That's a fine way to lose a man
A fine fine fine fine way to lose a man
a dandy way to lose a man
Just be more well-informed than he
you'll never hear "o, promise me"
Just show him where his grammar errs
then mark your towels "hers" and "hers"
Yes, girls, you too can lose your man
if you will use ruth sherwood's plan
one hundred easy ways to lose a man
Donderdag 3 juli 1969
900 Miles
900 Miles
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie;
and various other artists
Well I'm walkin' down the track, I got tears in my eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home
chorus:
If that train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
'Cause it's nine hundred miles where I'm goin'
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
Well the train I ride on is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
Pawn you my gold diamond ring
Well if you say so, I will railroad no more
Sidetrack my train and come home
Woensdag 2 juli 1969
Marie Marie (Dalida)
Marie Marie
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Dalida
and various other artists
À Pâques ou à la mi-carême
Quand je serais libéré
Lorsque j'aurai f ni ma peine
Ah que j'irai t'embrasser
Dans notre jardin d 'Angleterre
Les roses ont du refleurirent
Si tu en portais à ma mère
Ça me ferait bien plaisir
Marie, Marie
Ecris donc plus souvent
Marie, Marie
Au quatorze mille deux cent
J'travaille à la bibliothèque
Je m'invente du bon temps
J'ai pour amis tous les poètes
Beaudelaire, Chateaubrillant
Pour nous ici quoi qu 'on en pense
Ils sont vraiment très gentils
On a du dessert le dimanche du poisson le vendredi
Marie, Marie
Ecris donc plus souvent
Marie, Marie
Au quatorze mille deux cent
À Pâques ou à la mi-carême
Il reviendra bien le temps
Ou tu pourras dire je t'aime
Au quatorze mille deux cent
Dinsdag 1 juli 1969
Marie Madeleine
Marie Madeleine
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Gilbert Sinoue
Performer(s): Dalida
Un homme s'est levé à l'est du soleil
Un homme s'est levé le monde n'est plus pareil
À tous les coins des rues
C'est comme un air de fête
Des millions d'inconnus vont relever la tête
Les cloches des églises réveillent les étoiles
La peur n'est plus de mise au pied des cathédrales
Sous les yeux étonnés des puissants de la terre
Un homme est revenu après deux millénaires
Marie Madeleine lève-toi
Toi qui l'aimais toi tu le reconnaîtras
Va sans tarder prévenir tous ses frères
Jean et Mathieu et surtout Simon-Pierre
Marie Madeleine réveille-toi
Tout comme hier il vient te tendre les bras
Et mettre fin à la folie des rois
Marie Madeleine souviens-toi
Un homme s'est levé et soudain dans la nuit
Le Mont des Oliviers est au cœur de Paris
Il a mis sans violence à quelques pas de nous
Par sa seule patience des armées à genoux
Déjà sur son passage New-York et Betléhem
Ne sont plus qu'un village le jourdain c'est la seine
Personne n'y croyait plus à l'homme de Nazareth
Le voici revenu reprendre sa planète
Marie Madeleine lève-toi
Toi qui l'aimais toi tu le reconnaîtras
Va sans tarder prévenir tous ses frères
Jean et Mathieu et surtout Simon-Pierre
Marie Madeleine réveille-toi
Tout comme hier il vient te tendre les bras
Et mettre fin à la folie des rois
Marie Madeleine souviens-toi
Marie Madeleine réveille-toi
Toi qui l'attendais depuis longtemps déjà
Même si la terre à nouveau l'abandonne
Va retrouver et ton Dieu et ton homme
Marie Madeleine réveille-toi
Il est revenu aussi fort qu'autrefois
Et jamais rien ne te le reprendra
Marie Madeleine lève-toi
Marie Madeleine il est là
Maandag 30 juni 1969
Marie L'orpheline
Marie L'orpheline
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Marie l'orpheline
Marie mon amour
Contre ma poitrine
Viens serrer tes jours
Marie les angoisses
Marie déchirée
Sors de ton impasse
Quand le bonheur veut t'adopter
Marie l'orpheline
Marie les tourments
Laisse sur tes ruines
Courir le printemps
Marie la souffrance
Marie la douleur
Viens chercher l'enfance
Au coeur de mon coeur
Laisse le bonheur
Allumer tes yeux
Étouffer ta peur
Et mettre le feu
Au fond de ton coeur
Qui n'a jamais vu le ciel bleu
Marie sans famille
Marie délaissée
Sors de ta coquille
Chasse tes pensées
Viens prendre racine
Là, ou la passion
Marie l'orpheline
Veut t'offrir un nom
Marie l'orpheline
Marie crucifiée
En vain tu t'obstines
A tout refuser
Marie la misère
Surtout ne soit pas
Marie coeur de pierre
Quand le bonheur te tend les bras
Marie l'orpheline
Accepte l'amour
Pour qu'il t'illumine
Et fasse qu'un jour
Marie la détresse
Devienne pour moi
Marie la tendresse
Éperdue de joie
Lave-toi d'hier
Laisse-toi sécher
Par ces soleils clairs
Par ces vents d'été
Que d'un coeur ouvert
L'amour propose tes pensées
Marie tout commence
Au jour de demain
Et notre existence
Est entre nos mains
Sans toi j'imagine
Que je ne suis rien
Marie l'orpheline
Qu'un autre orphelin
Maandag 30 juni 1969
49th Parallel
49th Parallel
Composer(s): Steve Harley
Performer(s): Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
Chorus: think I’ll have lines on my face
When I get out of this place
So I guess I’ll be ever so careful
It wouldn’t help to deny
I’m well advised to comply
By the rules or be ever so tearful
I caught a vulture, he came up behind me
I put a chain on his claws
I caught another - been trying to find me
I slit a vein in his jaws
Tied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone)
Grinned and put my hands in my pockets
To drift away to a land of my own
Chorus: think I’ll have lines on my face
When I get out of this place
So I guess I’ll be ever so careful
It wouldn’t help to deny
I’m well advised to comply
By the rules or be ever so tearful
We played a game of cowards and heroes
We lay the rules on the floor
But then we spoke of flowers and quiros
It ended up in a draw
But all the time they were bound and belittled
I wouldn’t let them go, go, go!
I only want to use them for skittles
And drift away to a land of my own
They were begging over and over
"if we behave can we feed?"
Began to throw them piece of clover
And said; "now count the leaves!"
I realised it was only a battle
And went to look for the war (haw! haw!)
My brains began then to rattle
And drift away to a land of their own
Zondag 29 juni 1969
4th July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
4th July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
The Hollies; Ben E. King
Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces
left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers
so fast so shiny so sharp
And the wizards play down on Pinball
Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
the pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
hey Sandy girl
Now the greasers they tramp the streets
or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels
ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
where they promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinnin'
I didn't think I'd ever get off
Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy
Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us
I spoke to `em just last night
and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven
on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see `em dressed like stars
in all the cheap little seashore bars
parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie
for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too
Sandy the aurora's rising behind us
the pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
Zaterdag 28 juni 1969
Marie La Mer
Marie La Mer
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Marie la Mer
Au creux d'une vague
Je t'ai trouvée étrange et belle
Comme un oiseau de mer
Marie la Mer
Le ciel était rouge et les algues étaient d'or
Comme de longs cheveux ondoyant sur la mer
Tu m'as souri, Marie la Mer
Il faisait beau dans tes yeux verts
Et on s'est regardé, longtemps, longtemps
Marie la Mer
Au creux d'une vague
Je t'ai perdue effarouchée
Comme un oiseau de mer
Le temps s'était perdu en mer
Il faisait beau dans tes yeux verts
J'ai tendu la main doucement, doucement
Marie la Mer
Me pardonneras-tu, je t'attendrai longtemps
Marie la Mer
Il pleut sur la plage
Il pleut pour toujours
Dans le ciel passent quelques oiseaux de mer
Zaterdag 28 juni 1969
4th Time Around
4th Time Around
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan:
Robyn Hitchcock; Terry Melcher;
Michel Montecrossa; Chris Whitley
When she said
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies"
I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget
Everybody must give something back
For something they get"
I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come
And she buttoned her boot
And straightened her suit
Then she said, "Don't get cute"
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum
She threw me outside
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against ...
Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some
She said, "No, dear"
I said, "Your words aren't clear
You'd better spit out your gum"
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer
And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you
And you, you took me in
You loved me then
You didn't waste time
And I, I never took much
I never asked for your crutch
Now don't ask for mine
Vrijdag 27 juni 1969
Marie La Française
Marie La Française
Composer(s): Jacques Larue; Philippe Gérard
Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Oh, mon Paname, que tu es loin
Pour les filles de mauvaise vie
Et que la Seine était jolie
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Au fond du vieux Sidney
Sous le pont du chemin de fer
On vient de faire son affaire
À Marie la française
Faut pas s'en étonner
Car, avec les matafs
Dès qu'ils sont un peu pafs
Vaut mieux planquer son pèse
Quatre-vingt-cinq dollars
Ça s' claque un soir de bringue
Quand on vient d'accoster
Après deux mois sans femmes
Ils n' pouvaient pas savoir
Qu'elle était assez dingue
De mettre ça d' côté
Pour revoir Notre-Dame
Oh, mon Paname, que tu es loin
Pour les filles de mauvaise vie
Et que la Seine était jolie
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Au cimetière de Sidney
Un pasteur, en passant
Marmonne avec dédain
Une prière anglaise
Faut pas s'en étonner
Chez les gens bien pensants
Tout le monde se fout bien
De Marie la française
Seule une petite vieille
Continuera de croire
Qu'avec un homme très chic
Sa fille est mariée
Et les jours de soleil
Dans sa rue Rochechouart
Pensera qu'aux Amériques
Marie l'a oubliée...
Oh, mon Paname, que tu es loin
Pour les filles de mauvaise vie
Et que la Seine était jolie
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Sous le soleil du mois de juin
Vrijdag 27 juni 1969
4-Way Street Medley
4-Way Street Medley
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
He's a perfect stranger
Like a cross of himself and a fox
He's a feeling arranger
And a changer of the ways he talks
He's the unforseen danger
The keeper of the key to the locks
Know when you see him
Nothing can free him
Step aside, open wide
It's the loner
If you see him in the subway
He'll be down at the end of the car
Watching you move
Until he knows he knows who you are
When you get off at your station alone
He'll know that you are
Know when you see him
Nothing can free him
Step aside, open wide...
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together
chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl
Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together
chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl...
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead
You take my hand
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness is
too much sorrow
It's impossible to make it today
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead
Be on my side
I'll be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be taking me
for a ride
Donderdag 26 juni 1969
Marie From Sunny Italy
Marie From Sunny Italy
Composer(s): Irving Berlin; M. Nicholson
Oh, Marie, 'neath the window I'm waiting
Oh, Marie, please don't be so aggravating
Can't you see my heart just yearns for you, dear
With fond affection
And love that's true, dear
Meet me while the Summer moon is beaming
For you and me, the little stars are beaming
Please come out tonight, my queen
Can't you hear my mandolin?
My sweet Marie from sunny Italy
Oh how I do love you
Say that you'll love me, love me, too
Forever more I will be true
Just say the word and I will marry you
And then you'll surely be
My sweet Marie from sunny Italy
Oh, Marie, I've been waiting so patiently
Oh, Marie, please come out and I shall happy be
Raise your window, love, and say you're coming
The little birds, dear
Are sweetly humming
Don't say, "No," my sweet Italian Beauty
There's not another maiden e'er could suit me
Come out, love, don't be afraid
Listen to my serenade
Donderdag 26 juni 1969
5 O'Clock In The Morning
5 O'Clock In The Morning
Composer(s): Village People; Henry Belolo;
Dennis Frederiksen; Jacques Morali
Performer(s): Village People
It's five o'clock in the morning
the city seems so empty
As I wander in the streets alone
It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is awaking
I don't wanna go to sleep alone
And now I feel like such a fool because I've broken all the rules
And I hurt the one who loves me, when I just turned and walked away
There wasn't much that you could say except to say you really loved me
It's five o'clock in the morning, my mind's gettin' weary
As I walk the lonely street again
It's five o'clock in the morning and I feel very sorry
'Cause your love I'll never be again
I guess I'm gonna have to face that I just couldn't run the race
I always thought I was a winner
When your love I'm gonna lose, it makes it easier to choose
Because I'm not a good beginner
Woh baby (baby), I need your love, oh baby (baby), I want your love
Oh baby (baby), bring back your love, oh baby, oh baby, oh
It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is so silent
Can't you hear the lonely beat of my heart
It's five o'clock in the morning, this feeling is so helpless
I can't stop the lonely beat in my heart
Well I don't know what I should do, so I'll leave it up to you
Maybe some day you'll forgive me
So until then I'll play the part of a man with a broken heart
And hope someday you will free me
Oh baby (baby), I need your love, oh baby (baby), I want your love
Oh baby (baby), bring back your love, oh baby, oh baby, oh
It's five o'clock in the morning, the city seems so empty
As I wander in the streets alone
It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is awaking
I don't wanna go to sleep alone
It's five o'clock in the morning, the city seems so e-empty
As I wander in the streets alone
Woensdag 25 juni 1969
Marie (The Bachelors)
