Zondag 6 juni 1999
Windy City
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Windy City
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Zaterdag 5 juni 1999
Aller Simple Pour L'enfer
Aller Simple Pour L'enfer
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
On vend l'air pur des grands espaces
Au comptoir du tabac d'en face
Le Canyon du Colorado
Et nous on fume comme des idiots
Puisqu'on nous dit: "la drogue est douce"
Pourquoi chercher qui nous y pousse?
Et les mots nous anesthésient
Mieux que l'herbe de Colombie
L'aventure au bout du mégot
C'est le rêve au niveau zéro
Le bonheur au prix le plus cher
Un aller simple pour l'enfer
La musique a durci les mœurs
Le silence est au fond des cœurs
Et l'espérance est au rancart
Comme un vieux film un peu ringard
On t'a vendu la clé des songes
Pour que tu piques à des mensonges
En te parlant de liberté
C'était pour mieux t'emprisonner
Mais sans gardien ni mirador
Pour t'attacher quand tu t'endors
Loin de tes rêves et de tes peurs
Un gros boulet au fond du cœur
L'héroïne au bras du héros
C'est l'espoir au niveau zéro
Un aller simple pour l'enfer
Le retour est encore plus cher
La musique a durci les mœurs
L'amertume est au fond des cœurs
Et le futur est au rancart
Comme un vieux film un peu trop noir
Comment fait-on pour croire encore
En voyant l'envers du décor
Que ce monde aujourd'hui ressemble
À celui qu'on rêvait ensemble?
On se dit que la mort est douce
Sans trop chercher qui nous pousse
Et les mots nous anesthésient
Mieux que l'herbe de Birmanie
On arrive au bout du rouleau
Le moral au niveau zéro
Dans l'antichambre d'un enfer
Où l'on voyage en solitaire
La musique a durci les mœurs
Mais, pourtant, tout au fond des cœurs
Il reste encore un fol espoir
Comme à la fin dans les films un peu ringards
Zaterdag 5 juni 1999
Windy
Windy
Composer(s): Ruthann Friedman
Performer(s): The Association
Who's peekin' out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stor-my eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
And Windy has stor-my eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
Everyone knows it's Windy
Everyone knows.....]
Vrijdag 4 juni 1999
Allende
Allende
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Ne plus écrire enfin attendre le signal
Celui qui sonnera doublé de mille octaves
Quand passeront au vert les morales suaves
Quand le Bien peignera la crinière du Mal
Quand les bêtes sauront qu'on les met dans des plats
Quand les femmes mettront leur sang à la fenêtre
Et hissant leur calice à hauteur de leur maître
Quand elles diront: "Bois en mémoire de moi"
Quand les oiseaux septembre iront chasser les cons
Quand les mecs cravatés respireront quand même
Et qu'il se chantera dedans les hachélèmes
La messe du granit sur un autel béton
Quand les voteurs votant se mettront tous d'accord
Sur une idée sur rien pour que l'horreur se taise
Même si pour la rime on sort la Marseillaise
Avec un foulard rouge et des gants de chez Dior
Alors nous irons réveiller
Allende Allende Allende Allende
Quand il y aura des mots plus forts que les canons
Ceux qui tonnent déjà dans nos mémoires brèves
Quand les tyrans tireurs tireront sur nos rêves
Parce que de nos rêves lèvera la moisson
Quand les tueurs gagés crèveront dans la soie
Qu'ils soient Président ci ou Général de ça
Quand les voix socialistes chanteront leur partie
En mesure et partant vers d'autres galaxies
Quand les amants cassés se casseront vraiment
Vers l'ailleurs d'autre part enfin et puis comment
Quand la fureur de vivre aura battu son temps
Quand l'hiver de travers se croira au printemps
Quand de ce Capital qu'on prend toujours pour Marx
On ne parlera plus que pour l'honneur du titre
Quand le Pape prendra ses évêques à la mitre
En leur disant: "Porno latin ou non je taxe"
Quand la rumeur du temps cessera pour de bon
Quand le bleu relatif de la mer pâlira
Quand le temps relatif aussi s'évadera
De cette équation triste où le tiennent des cons
Qu'ils soient mathématiques avec Nobel ou non
C'est alors c'est alors que nous réveillerons
Allende Allende Allende Allende...
Vrijdag 4 juni 1999
Windsong
Windsong
Composer(s): Will Jennings; James Horner
Imba wimbo
Wa upepo
Wakati unajiwa na
Imba wimbo wa upepo
Wakati ndoto tamu
Lala mpaka usiku uisheni
Upepo wa usiku
Wimbo wanko na
Wimbo wangu inaendelea milele
Donderdag 3 juni 1999
Alléluia (Jean Ferrat)
Alléluia
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ils ont déjà mis leur costume
Et leurs plus beaux souliers cirés
Quand selon les us et coutumes
Les cloches se mettent à sonner
Chacun procède à sa manière
Pour faire son vin ou ses enfants
Mais c'est une toute autre affaire
De réussir un enterrement
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Il faut savoir devant l'église
Battre en retraite prudemment
En direction de Marie-Louise
Qui vous démarre au petit blanc
Voilà Pierrot et l'oncle Eugène
La casquette comme étendard
Le petit blanc devient douzaine
Avec Léon Jules et Gaspard
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Pour peu que le De Profundis
Arrive un quart d'heure en retard
On est au huitième pastis
A la sortie du corbillard
Et sur la route cahoteuse
Comme il n'est pas loin de midi
On se sent bientôt la dent creuse
La mort vous met en appétit
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Les saucissons fondent à vue d'oeil
Les langues claquent avec entrain
Souviens-toi du bois du cercueil
Du frère de la tante au cousin
Souviens toi des temps mémorables
Qu'on n'a jamais pu égaler
Où l'on resta trois jours à table
A cause de trois macchabées
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Mais dans ce monde de misère
Le bonheur est vite enterré
Il faut regagner sa chaumière
Retrouver sa femme atterrée
En voyant l'état du costume
Et du bonhomme et des souliers
A la maison comme de coutume
Les cloches se mettent à voler
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Donderdag 3 juni 1999
Winds Of The Old Days
Winds Of The Old Days
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand
A decade flew past her and there on the page
She read that the prince had returned to the stage
Hovering near treacherous waters
A friend saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded fantasies flying too far
Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember
It doesn't take much to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed son's been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnal judge
Years of self-righteousness will not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to lose
Because idols are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
Woensdag 2 juni 1999
Alléluia (Charles Aznavour)
Alléluia
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
La jeunesse est turbulente
Insolente
Mais souvenez-vous
Vous les gens devenus sages
Qu'à votre âge
Vous étiez comme nous
Tout comme nous pressés de vivre
Et de suivre
Le chemin de vos joies
Alors pourquoi jeter la pierre
Laissez faire
Tout ça se calmera
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Nos vingt ans
N'ont qu'un temps
Laissons-les brûler
Alléluia ! Alléluia !
Le ciel donne
Ce qu'il nous donne
Pour en profiter
Nous avons l'âge où l'on crève
Pour des rêves
Peut-être insensés
L'âge ou l'on refait le monde
Que l'on fonde
Sur de vagues idées
On se voudrait invulnérable
Intraitable
Toujours le plus fort
Faisant tout avec frénésie
Notre vie
Devient un corps à corps
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Nos vingt ans
N'ont qu'un temps
Laissons-les brûler
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Le ciel donne
Ce qu'il nous donne
Pour en profiter
Le passé qui règne encore
On l'ignore
Pour vivre au futur
On se forge des idoles
Et l'on colle
Leurs photos sur nos murs
C'est pour se prouver qu'on existe
Qu'on résiste
Aux lois établies
Et pour que l'on s'extériorise
On se grise
De vitesse et de bruit
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Nos vingt ans
N'ont qu'un temps
Laissons-les brûler
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Le ciel donne
Ce qu'il nous donne
Pour en profiter
Et nos passions sont de même
Quand on aime
Tout est bouleversé
Nos sentiments nous dépassent
Et l'on passe
Notre temps à rêver
La vie prend une autre tournure
On murmure
Des mots simples et doux
Car au fond on est romantique
Ça explique
Que l'on soit un peu fou
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Nos vingt ans
N'ont qu'un temps
Laissons-les brûler
Alléluia! Alléluia!
Le ciel donne
Ce qu'il nous donne
Pour en profiter
Woensdag 2 juni 1999
Winds Of Change
Winds Of Change
Composer(s): Vic Briggs; Eric Burdon;
Barry Jenkins; Danny McCulloch; John Weider
Performer(s): Eric Burdon & The Animals
There are winds of changes blowing
Gathering leaves up in its path
And the people who are the leaves
Will remain in our hearts
With love, till eternity
King Elmore was born
So was Duke Ellington
Jelly Roll made love
Bessie Smith was created in heaven above
Robert Johnson sang the blues
Shick Webb did those things that only he could do
Charlie Christian started a new thing
And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing…
Alan Freed rock and rolled,
Joe Turner's voice was very low
B.B. King wailed
Charlie Parker cried
Louis Jordan smiled
Ray Charles moaned
Chuck Berry rock and rolled
Fats Domino made me feel good
Elvis Presley did things that no one thought he could
Then came the Beatles, Rolling Stones
Whole new thing was going on
Frank Zappa zapped
Mamas and Papas knew where it was at
They all listened to Ravi Shankar…
Now that we got Jimi Hendrix
We know where we are (and Louis Jordan smiled…)
And the winds of change go on blowing, blowing
Gathering more and more leaves in its path
As time goes past…
Winds of change keep on blowing
Winds of change keep on blowing
Bob Dylan sang about the winds of change
Blowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change…
Dinsdag 1 juni 1999
The Christmas Mouse
The Christmas Mouse
Performer(s): Erick Traplin
One early Christmas Eve, before Santa came
A mouse snuck out of his little hole and licked a candy cane
Before he could escape, he heard the sound of little hooves
It was Santa's little reindeer, prancing on the roof
Down the chimney Santa came and stood before the mouse
And asked him if he was the owner of the house
The mouse was very pleased and held himself up tall
Said, "I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall"
And I scurry "round by night, looking for a bite
A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Well, Santa laughed so hard, a tear fell from his eye
To see a mouse so proud, and not the least bit shy
He said I can't recall, meeting one so brave and small
As the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Santa wiped a joyful tear from his twinkling eye
Then Santa asked the mouse, with what he could supply
A fire truck, a tricycle, or a big red ball
Anything at all for the mouse inside the wall
Oh, it would be so nice, if I could have a slice
A little piece of pie, to take home to my wife
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all
Said the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Santa reached inside his pack, brought out a pie so small
That it would even fit, within the mouse's tiny paw
And every time you took a bite, it came back to it's all
And gave it to the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Then Santa quickly filled the stockings hanging in a row
And with a merry Christmas, up the chimney he did go
The mouse then sang a song, as he ran off down the hall
Sang, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
And I scurry 'round by night, looking for a bite
A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife
Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Dinsdag 1 juni 1999
Windows
Windows
Composer(s): Kerry Livgren
Performer(s): Kansas
Windows, to the world are what we're looking through
Who knows, if what we find is true
Seeing, is believing as some people say
Knowing, is to get a better view
(Chorus)
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
'Cause your life is on the line
Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit
Reaping, the sorrows that we sow
Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home
Teaching, what we really could not know
(Chorus)
Touching, we are moving to the things we feel
Trying, to be what we could never be
Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts
Yearning, for the things we cannot see
(Chorus)
Maandag 31 mei 1999
Allein
Allein
Performer(s): Reinhard Mey
Er drang mir in die Seele, weiß Gott, wie er mich traf
der Spott der guten Kinder, ich war das schwarze Schaf
im Pausenhof, die Tränen niederkämpfend, stand ich stumm
der Inhalt meines Ranzens lag verstreut um mich herum
wie wünscht' ich mir beim Aufsammeln eine helfende Hand
ein Lächeln, einen Trost, und da war keiner, der sich fand
und ich hatte keinen Freund, und schlechte Noten, ist ja wahr
und unmoderne Kleider und widerspenstiges Haar
Allein - wir sind allein
wir kommen und wir gehen ganz allein
wir mögen noch so sehr geliebt, von Zuneigung umgeben sein
die Kreuzwege des Lebens gehen wir immer ganz allein
Allein - wir sind allein
wir kommen und wir gehen ganz allein
Wir waren uns alle einig in dem großen Saal
wir hatten große Pläne und ein großes Ideal
ich war der Frechste und der Lauteste und hatte Schneid
ich wusste unsere Stärke war unsere Geschlossenheit
doch mancher, der von großer gemeinsamer Sache sprach
ging dabei doch nur seiner kleinen eigenen Sache nach
und als ein Held sich nach dem anderen auf die Seite schlich
stand einer nur im Regen, und der eine, der war ich
Und noch ein Glas Champagner und sie drückten mir die Hand
und alle waren freundlich zu mir, alle waren charmant
und mancher hat mir auf die Schulter geklopft, doch mir scheint
es hat wohl mancher eher sich als mich damit gemeint
die Worte wurden lauter und sie gaben keinen Sinn
das Gedränge immer enger und ich stand mitten drin
und fühlte mich gefangen wie ein Insekt im Sand
je mehr es krabbelt desto weiter rückt der Kraterrand
Nun, ein Teil meines Lebens liegt hinter mir im Licht
von Liebe überflutet und gesäumt von Zuversicht
in Höhen und in Tiefen auf manchem verschlungenen Pfad
fand ich gute Gefährten und fand ich guten Rat
doch je teurer der Gefährte, desto bitterer der Schluss
dass ich den letzten Schritt des Wegs alleine gehen muss
wie sehr wir uns auch aneinander klammern, uns bleibt nur
die gleiche leere Bank auf einem kalten leeren Flur
Maandag 31 mei 1999
Window Shopping
Window Shopping
Composer(s): Marcel Joseph
Performer(s): Hank Williams;
and various other artists
You`re Window Shoppin`
Just Window Shoppin`
You`re only lookin` a-round
You`re not buyin`
You`re just tryin`
To find the best deal in town
You give away your kisses
But you never give your heart
To anyone who`s fool enough to fall ...
You don`t feel love
You don`t want real love
You`re Window Shoppin` that`s all
You`re Window Shoppin`
Just Window Shoppin`
You`re only lookin` a-round
You`re not buyin`
You`re just tryin`
To find the best deal in town
You give away your kisses
But you never give your heart
To anyone who`s fool enough to fall ...
You don`t feel love
You don`t want real love
You`re Window Shoppin` that`s all
Zondag 30 mei 1999
Allegheny Moon
Allegheny Moon
Composer(s): Dick Manning - Al Hoffman
Performer(s): Patti Page
Allegheny Moon I need your light
To help me find romance tonight
So shine, shine, shine
Allegheny Moon your silver beams
Can lead the way to golden dreams
So shine, shine, shine
High among the stars so bright above
The magic of your lamp of love can make him mine
Allegheny Moon it’s up to you
Please see what you can do
For me and for my one and only love
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
High among the stars so bright above
The magic of your lamp of love can make him mine
Allegheny Moon it’s up to you
Please see what you can do
For me and for my one and only love
Shine on me tonight, Allegheny Moon
Zondag 30 mei 1999
Window Cleaner No 2
Window Cleaner No 2
Performer(s): George Formby
You've heard about my capers when windows I've to clean
Now I'd like to tell you of a few more things I've seen
I've seen Miss Thompson in her flat take off her shoes her coat and hat
I've seen her take off more than that, when I'm cleaning windows
At a ladies school I call, one girl flirts with me and all
I'm insured in case I fall, when I'm cleaning windows
All day up this ladder I'm as happy as can be
It's not my fault I see a lot of things I shouldn't see
To overcrowded flats I've been, sixteen in one bed I've seen
With a lodger tucked up in between, when I'm cleaning windows
Old soldiers never die they say, now I don't want to pass away
I kick the bucket every day when I'm cleaning windows
Through working at such dizzy heights, I dream about my job at night
I polish my wife's thin gummy tights, when I'm cleaning windows
All day up this ladder I'm as happy as can be
It's not my fault I see a lot of things I shouldn't see
The newlyweds at number six, somehow the curtains they can't fix
They play some lovely parlour tricks, when I' m cleaning windows
Now lots of girls I've had to jilt, for they admire the way I'm built
It's a good job I don't wear a kilt, when I'm cleaning windows
At the coronation I'll commence to work where crowds are very dense
And let me stand for eighteen pence, when I'm cleaning windows
All day up this ladder I'm as happy as can be
It's not my fault I see a lot of things I shouldn't see
At eight o'clock a girl she wakes, at five past eight a bath she takes
At ten past eight the ladder breaks, when I’m cleaning windows
Zaterdag 29 mei 1999
Allegheny
Allegheny
Composer(s): Chris Gantry
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
How she got that junk car runnin' guess I'll never know
It never ran but once and set to winters in the snow
Well imagine runnin' out on me when I lay sound asleep Allegheny
Well my big mistake was thinkin' she was something I could keep
She stole my winter's food supply and something else I fear
My savin's in the mattress have strangely disappeared
Now those who know me best knows he who robs me best beware Allegheny
I'm gonna call up the dogs and hunt you down drag you back here by the hair
Oh Allegheny something tells me you're dis-satisfied
Well could it be because I've been your mail-order bride
There's a half of you that's French yeah and I need to crave a better style
And a half of you is Cherokee yeah and I've gone wild Allegheny
She's got a head start on me as a crow flies half a day
And unless I miss my guess she'll stop to rest in Monterey
But if I take the Knoxville Highway thirteen hours it will be Allegheny
Well she forgot I knew the shortcut I'll be there in less than three
Oh Allegheny something tells me...
I signaled for my dogs to wait outside the hotel door
I described her to the desk clerk he said try the second floor
And then he mentioned she's got company
And that marks the stranget's doom Allegheny
I wish I was her so I could see my face when I bust into the room
Oh Allegheny something tells me...
Allegheny Allegheny come back here Allegheny Allegheny
Zaterdag 29 mei 1999
Windekind
Windekind
Composer(s): A. Muhren; P. Els
Performer(s): Ann Christy
Al lijken al je dagen
Zo vreselijk monotoon
Al gaat je droom vervagen
En voel je je lui en loom
Toch schijn je te herleven
Bij het horen van de wind
Als een blad dat plots gaar zweven
In bekoring voor z'n lied
Windekind, windekind
Welk geheim schuilt er in z'n lied
Windekind, windekind
Fluistert hij zacht een liefdeslied
Al bekoord hij je met z'n verhalen
Die je hartje eentonigheid huilen
Al vind je heel de wereld
Zo hopeloos dekadent
En al lijken alle mensen
Je lichtzinnig en zo verwend
Toch vind je troost en vrede
In de woorden van de wind
Al je zorgen en problemen
Gaan verloren in z'n lied
Windekind, windekind
Welk geheim schuilt er in z'n lied
Windekind, windekind
Fluistert hij zacht een liefdeslied
Al bekoord hij je met z'n verhalen
Die je hartje eentonigheid huilen
Windekind, windekind
Welk geheim schuilt er in z'n lied
Windekind, windekind
Fluistert hij zacht een liefdeslied
Windekind, windekind
Fluistert hij zacht een liefdeslied
Windekind, windekind
Vrijdag 28 mei 1999
Alle Prese Con Una Verde Milonga
Alle Prese Con Una Verde Milonga
Composer(s): Paolo Conte
Performer(s): Paolo Conte
Alle prese con una verde milonga
il musicista si diverte e si estenua...
E mi avrai verde milonga che sei stata scritta per me
per la mia sensibilità per le mie scarpe lucidate
per il mio tempo per il mio gusto
per tutta la mia stanchezza e la mia mia guittezza
Mi avrai verde milonga inquieta che mi strappi un sorriso
di tregua ad ogni accordo mentre mentre fai dannare le mie dita...
Io sono qui sono venuto a suonare sono venuto ad amare
e di nascosto a danzare...
e ammesso che la milonga fosse una canzone
ebbene io, io l'ho svegliata e l'ho guidata a un ritmo più lento
così la milonga rivelava di se molto più
molto più di quanto apparisse la sua origine d'Africa
la sua eleganza di zebra, il suo essere di frontiera
una verde frontiera ...
una verde frontiera tra il suonare e l'amare
verde spettacolo in corsa da inseguire...
da inseguire sempre, da inseguire ancora
fino ai laghi bianchi del silenzio fin che Athaualpa
o qualche altro Dio non ti dica descansate niño
che continuo io... ah ...io sono qui
sono venuto a suonare, sono venuto a danzare
e di nascosto ad amare ...
Vrijdag 28 mei 1999
Wind Of Change (Scorpions)
Wind Of Change
Composer(s): Klaus Meine
Performer(s): Scorpions
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in and did you ever think
That we could be so close like brothers
The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Walking down the street distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me (with you and me)
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change (wind of change)
The wind of change blows straight into the face of time
Like a storm wind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me (with you and me)
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night (glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (wind of change)
Donderdag 27 mei 1999
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