Donderdag 16 december 2004
Ballad Of The Green Berets
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Ballad Of The Green Berets
Composer(s): Barry Sadler - Robert Moore
Performer(s): Barry Sadler
and multiple other artists
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Woensdag 15 december 2004
Lace Covered Window
Lace Covered Window
Performer(s): The Tidbits; The Small Faces
When you walk through the world all alone
And your dreams went to ashes behind you
Then the tears in your eyes will remind you
Of a view through a lace covered window
Nothing seems very clear anymore
In your world everything is uncertain
How you wish you could pull back the curtain
Just to see through that lace covered window
See the world through that lace covered window
(But you'll never know just what life has in store)
(What's waiting there to greet you)
(So pull back the curtain and maybe once more)
(True love is there to meet you)
So you'll walk side by side through the world
No more times full of darkness and sorrow
Every day is a bright new tomorrow
When you go through that lace covered window
Every day is a bright new tomorrow
When you go through that lace covered window
Let the sun through that lace covered window
Woensdag 15 december 2004
Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
Composer(s): David Freiberg - Grace Slick
Performer(s): Paul Kantner & Grace Slick
Look in the mirror you're lookin' guilty
Did the devil just give you the nod
You may be thinking you're funny lookin'
Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd
But think about it think about it
If you were funny enough
You could play great god
And I would fall down on my knees to you
Fall down flat on my face
I don't have to ask you where you're going
I just sit here laughing & I watch the race
Nobody needs to baptize me
Anytime I laugh I got religion
Cross my forehead cross my knees
I'll take any good sign I'm a clay pigeon
Nobody needs to baptize me
Anytime I laugh I got religion
And I fall down on my knees to you
I fall down flat on my face
Dinsdag 14 december 2004
L'accordéoniste
L'accordéoniste
Composer(s): Michel Emer
First release by: Edith Piaf - 1942
Covered by multiple other artists
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas
Quand son boulot s'achève
Elle s'en va à son tour
Chercher un peu de rêve
Dans un bal du faubourg
Son homme est un artiste
C'est un drôle d' p'tit gars
Un accordéoniste
Qui sait jouer la java
Elle écoute la java
Mais elle ne la danse pas
Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de chanter
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique
La fille de joie est triste
Au coin de la ru là-bas
Son accordéoniste
Il est parti soldat
Quand il reviendra de la guerre
Ils prendront une maison
Elle sera la caissière
Et lui, sera le patron
Que la vie sera belle
Ils seront de vrais pachas
Et tous les soirs pour elle
Il jouera la java
Elle écoute la java
Qu'elle fredonne tout bas
Elle revoit son accordéoniste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de pleurer
C'est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C'est une vraie tordue de la musique
La fille de joie est seule
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Les filles qui font la gueule
Les hommes n'en veulent pas
Et tant pis si elle crève
Son homme ne reviendra plus
Adieux tous les beaux rêves
Sa vie, elle est foutue
Pourtant ses jambes tristes
L'emmènent au boui-boui
Où 'y a un autre artiste
Qui joue toute la nuit
Elle écoute la java...
...elle entend la java
...elle a fermé les yeux
...et les doigts secs et nerveux...
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie de gueuler
C'est physique
Alors pour oublier
Elle s'est mise à danser, à tourner
Au son de la musique...
... Arrêtez!
Arrêtez la musique!...
Dinsdag 14 december 2004
Ballad Of The Alamo
Ballad Of The Alamo
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
and multiple other artists
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo"
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo
"You may never see your loved ones," Travis told them that day
"Those that want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay"
In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre
Out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night
He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet: "Play Degüello," he roared
"I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword"
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came
Twice he charged, then blew recall
On the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all
Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord
In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo
Maandag 13 december 2004
L'accident
L'accident
((Adapted from: Vehicle (by The Ides of March) - 1970))
Composer(s): Jim Peterik - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1970
Dès que j'étendis l'horrible choc
Provoqué par l'accident
J'ai bondi, bousculant des personnes
Qui restaient là les bras ballants
J'avais peur de savoir
J'avais peur de te voir
Couchée là, étendue
Brisée et presque nue
Et tu es là
C'est toi
L'accident ne t'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai revu dans ma mémoire
Les causes de l'accident
Tu vivais perdue dans ta nuit noire
Des amours de femme-enfant
Je m'éloignais de toi
Et tu doutais de moi
Rongée par les remords
Tu as cherché la mort
Et tu es là
C'est toi
L'accident ne t'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Mais pourquoi?
Ça y est l'ambulance est partie
T'emmenant vers le repos
Tu vivras, le docteur l'a dit
J'ai bu chacun de ses mots
Maintenant j'ai mes remords
Bien sûr j'ai eu des torts
Je me croyais très fort
Bien plus que l'eau qui dort
Et je reste là
Sans toi
L'accident ne m'épargne pas
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai très mal
Si mal
Que tout au monde m'est égal
Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Maandag 13 december 2004
L'absent
L'absent
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami
L'ami qui tous les soirs venait à cette table
Et qui ne viendra plus, la mort est misérable
Qui poignarde le cœur et qui te déconstruit
Il avait dit un jour: "Lorsque je partirai
Pour les lointains pays au-delà de la terre
Vous ne pleurerez pas, vous lèverez vos verres
Et vous boirez pour moi à mon éternité"
Dans le creux de mes nuits, pourtant, je voudrais bien
Boire à son souvenir pour lui rester fidèle
Mais j'ai trop de chagrin et sa voix qui m'appelle
Se plante comme un clou dans le creux de ma main
Alors je reste là au bord de mon passé
Silencieux et vaincu, pendant que sa voix passe
Et j'écoute la vie s'installer à sa place
Sa place qui pourtant demeure abandonnée
La vie de chaque jour aux minuscules joies
Veut remplir à tout prix le vide de l'absence
Mais elle ne pourra pas, avec ses manigances
Me prendre mon ami pour la seconde fois
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami!
Maandag 13 december 2004
Ballad Of Mott The Hoople
Ballad Of Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): Buffin V. Allen - Ian Hunter - Mick Ralphs - Overend Watts
Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch
Oh I wish I'd never wanted then
What I want now twice as much
We crossed the mighty oceans
And we had a few divides
But we never crossed emotion
For we felt too much inside
You know all the tales we tell
You know the band so well
Still I feel, somehow, we let you down
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town
Buffin lost his child-like dreams
And mick lost his guitar
And verden grew a line or two
And overend's just a rock'n'roll star
Behind these shades the visions fade
As I learn a thing or two
Oh but if I had my time again
You all know just what I'd do
Rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town
So rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
The greasepaint still sticks to my face
So what the hell, I can't erase
The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind
From my mind...from my mind...from my mind
From my miiiiiind...from my miiiiind...from my miiiiiiiiind
From my miiiiiiiiiiiind
Zondag 12 december 2004
Laberinto De Tinieblas
Laberinto De Tinieblas
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Y este invento, de qué va
qué se teje tras el nudo
de vivir en el absurdo
de la noche sideral
obligados a buscar
invidentes, sordomudos
desde el pozo más profundo
un poco de oscuridad
Qué guadaña habrá detrás
de la muerte del Demiurgo
que nos puso en este mundo
al amparo del Azar
libres frente a la verdad
de saber que no hay más rumbo
que la regla del embudo
y su solución mortal
Si esto tiene algún sentido
que venga Dios y lo vea
y, si no entiende todo esto es el Delirio
es que perdió la cabeza
en este laberinto
de tinieblas...
Qué pecado fue el de Adán
que aún pagamos su insolencia
padeciendo la condena
de vivir la dualidad
de ser Dios t Satanás
combatiendo esquizofrenias
con la espada maniquea
que separa el bien del mal
Qué se propondrá este vals
de acróbatas y piruetas
en la pista de una esfera
que no cesa de girar
recorriendo la Espiral
que barrenan las estrellas
de la inmensa voltereta
que va de siempre a jamás
Si esto tiene algún sentido
que venga Dios y lo vea
y, si no entiende todo esto es el Delirio
es que perdió la cabeza
en este laberinto
de tinieblas...
Zondag 12 december 2004
The Ballad Of Easy Rider
The Ballad Of Easy Rider
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn
First release by: Roger McGuinn - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
All he wanted
Was to be free
And that's the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
Flow river flow
Past the shaded tree
Go river, go
Go to the sea
Flow to the sea
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
Zaterdag 11 december 2004
Laberinto
Laberinto
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Cuando soy un taxista
siempre el mar está cerca
Cuando soy un pianista
acaricio las notas de tu corazón
Cuando soy un pintor
pinto tu alma de almendros
Cuando soy cocinero
sabe tu boca a cabellos de ángel
Y cuando soy yo mismo
te regalo las llaves de mi laberinto
Cuando soy un obispo
son tus besos catedrales
Cuando soy un ladrón
robo todas tus penas
Cuando soy un piloto
te veo en cada nube
Cuando soy un mendigo
brillo de codicia al verte
Y cuando soy yo mismo
te regalo las llaves de mi laberinto
Cuando soy un albañil
te construyo un palafito
Cuando soy un profesor
apruebo tu conducta
Cuando soy un marinero
te regalo los vientos
Y cuando soy un juez
te declaro inocente
Y cuando soy yo mismo
te regalo las llaves de mi laberinto
Zaterdag 11 december 2004
Ballad Of A Teenage Queen
Ballad Of A Teenage Queen
Composer(s): Jack Clement
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had everything it seems
Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen)
Other boys could offer more
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen)
He would marry her next spring
Saved his money, bought a ring
Then one day a movie scout
Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)
Hollywood could offer more
So she left the boy next door working at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen)
Very soon she was a star
Pretty house and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen)
Then one day the teenage star
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store)
Vrijdag 10 december 2004
Là-Bas C'est Naturel
Là-Bas C'est Naturel
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Cyro Baptista
Là-bas c'est naturel là-bas
Au Ke-
Nya
Pour tous les naturels
C'est O.K.
Chacune
Est en deux pièces moins une
Chacun dans ce noir paradis En monokini
Si nous allons un jour
Là-bas
Au Ke-
Nya
Je te dirai alors
C'est O.K.
Aucune
Pudeur aucun souci
Tu te cacheras si tu veux
Derrière tes cheveux
Mais si nous n'allons pas
Là-bas
Au Ke-
Nya
Je te dirai quand même
C'est O.K.
Rien qu'une
Petite pièce moins l'autre
Et pour l'amour en moins de deux
En deux pièces moins deux
Vrijdag 10 december 2004
Ballad In Plain D
Ballad In Plain D
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn
I courted her proudly but now she is gone
Gone as the season she's taken
Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us
Of the two sisters, I loved the young
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her
For her parasite sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society
Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused
The changes I was going through can't even be used
For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime
With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped
Noticing not that I'd already slipped
To a sin of love's false security
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but "Please
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces
"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout
"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning about
And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground
And she in between, the victim of sound
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows
All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is
Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
Donderdag 9 december 2004
Laat Ons Vergeven En Vergeten
Laat Ons Vergeven En Vergeten
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Cahelo
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Laat ons vergeven en vergeten
Je weet een mens leeft maar een keer
We zijn niet bij elkaar gebleven
Te jong, en dat gebeurt wel meer.
Laat ons vergeven en vergeten
We zijn zo radeloos geweest
En hadden toen al moeten weten
Dat onze liefde nooit geneest
Want zeg nu eerlijk
Wat is er mooier
Dan samen gelukkig te zijn
En daarom vraag ik je weer
Laat ons vergeven voor de laatste keer
Laat ons vergeven en vergeten
Nu gaan we leven voor elkaar
Een nieuwe liefde weer beleven
In elk gevoel, in elk gebaar
Want zeg nu eerlijk
Wat is er mooier
Dan samen gelukkig te zijn
En daarom vraag ik je weer
Laat ons vergeven voor de laatste keer
Donderdag 9 december 2004
Ballad For The Fallen Soldier
Ballad For The Fallen Soldier
Composer(s): Ronald Isley - Rudolph Isley - O'Kelly Isley - Ernie Isley - Marvin Isley - Chris Jasper
Performer(s): The Isley Brothers
I remember when I was much younger than now
I used to sit and listen to the news
I was the only child
And another day and another night
Wishin' daddy would come home
Me and mom couldn't sleep at night
He had just went off to fight
For the things we thought were right
So determined to survive
I believe he's still alive
I sing the ballad for the fallen soldiers
This is a ballad for the fallen soldiers
I wrote to my Congressman
He sends his regrets
That he's missing in action
But don't give up yet
So many people
Waitin' like me
Who's got the answer
What could it be
His country wanted him to fight
For the things they thought were right
And he tried to give his all
In DC his name is on the wall
I sing the ballad for the fallen soldiers
This is a ballad for the fallen soldiers
I sing the ballad for the fallen soldiers
This is the ballad for the fallen soldiers
He had just went off to fight
For the things we thought were right
So determined to survive
I believe he's still alive
I sing the ballad for the fallen soldiers
This is a ballad for the fallen soldiers
I sing the ballad for the fallen soldiers
This is a ballad for the fallen soldiers
Woensdag 8 december 2004
Laat Ons Goede Vrienden Zijn
Laat Ons Goede Vrienden Zijn
Composer(s): Rocco Granata - Ke Riema
Performer(s): Marva
Laat ons goede vrienden zijn
Ook al wensen wij misschien
Meer voor elkaar te betekenen
Veel meer in elkaar te zien
Laat ons goede vrienden
Neem m'n hand en geef me raad
Spreek me echter nooit van liefde
Nu is het daarvoor te laat
Omdat m'n hart reeds aan een ander toebehoort
En omdat jij ook trouw moet blijven aan je woord
Om niet te leven, voortgedreven door bedrog en valse schijn
Mogen wij twee alleen maar goede vrienden zijn
Zo jij werkelijk om me geeft
Ook al doet het je wat pijn
Mocht je mij het nu bewijzen
Laat ons goede vrienden zijn
Omdat m'n hart reeds aan een ander toebehoort
En omdat jij ook trouw moet blijven aan je woord
Om niet te leven, voortgedreven door bedrog en valse schijn
Mogen wij twee alleen maar goede vrienden zijn
Laat ons goede vrienden zijn
Waarom zou dit niet volstaan
Meer kan jij echt niet verlangen
Dring dus maar niet verder aan
Laat ons goede vrienden zijn
Woensdag 8 december 2004
Ballad For Americans
Ballad For Americans
Composer(s): Earl Robinson - John LaTouche
Performer(s): Paul Robeson; Earl Robinson
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was born
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
It was "Liberty or death"
What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days?
Nobody who was anybody believed it
Ev'rybody who was anybody they doubted it
Nobody had faith
Nobody but Washington, Tom Paine, Benjamin Franklin
Chaim Solomon, Crispus Attucks, Lafayette
Nobodies
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston
Betsy Ross organized a sewing circle
Paul Revere had a horse race
And a little ragged group believed it
And some gentlemen and ladies believed it
And some wise men and some fools, and I believed it too
And you know who I am
No
Who are you mister?
Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you
It's like this...
No let us tell you
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man
He wrote it down in a mighty fine plan
And the rest all signed it with a mighty fine hand
As they crossed thier T's and dotted their I's
A bran' new country did arise
And a mighty fine idea
"Adopted unanimously in Congress July 4, 1776
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights
That among these rights are
Life, Yes sir!
Liberty, That's right!
And the pursuit of happiness"
Is that what they said?
The very words
That does sound mighty fine
Building a nation is awful tough
The people found the going rough
Still nobody who was anybody believed it
Everybody who anybody they stayed at home
But Lewis and Clarke and the pioneers
Driven by hunger, haunted by fears
The Klondike miners and the forty niners
Some wanted freedom and some wanted riches
Some liked to loaf while others dug ditches
But they believed it
And I believed it too
And you know who I am
No, who are you anyway, Mister?
Well, you see it's like this
I started to tell you
I represent the whole...
Why that's it!
Let my people go
That's the idea!
Old Abe Lincoln was thin and long
His heart was high and his faith was strong
But he hated oppression, he hated wrong
And he went down to his grave to free the slave
A man in white skin can never be free while his black brother is in slavery
"And we here highly resolve that these dead shall not haave died in vain
And this government of the people, by the people and for the people
Shall not perish from the Earth"
Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19, 1863 at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
And he was right
I believe that too
Say, we still don't know who you are, mister
Well, I started to tell you...
The machine age came with a great big roar
As America grew in peace and war
And a million wheels went around and 'round
The cities reached into the sky
And dug down deep into the ground
And some got rich and some got poor
But the people carried through
So our country grew
Still nobody who was anybody believed it
Everybody who was anybody they doubted it
And they are doubting still
And I guess they always will
But who cares what they say whem I am on my way
Say, will you please tell us who you are?
What's your name, Buddy?
Where you goin'?
Who are you?
Well, I'm the everybody who's nobody
I'm the nobody who's everybody
What's your racket?
What do you do for a living?
Well, I'm an
Engineer, musician, street cleaner, carpenter, teacher
How about a farmer?
Also
Office clerk?
Yes sir!
That's right
Certainly!
Factory worker?
You said it
Yes ma'am
Absotively!
Posolutely!
Truck driver?
Definitely!
Miner, seamstress, ditchdigger, all of them
I am the "etceteras" and the "and so forths" that do the work
Now hold on here, what are you trying to give us?
Are you an American?
Am I an American?
I'm just an Irish, Jewish, Italian
French and English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Polish
Scotch, Hungarian, Swedish, Finnish, Greek and Turk and Czech
And that ain't all
I was baptized Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Luthern,
Atheist, Roman Catholic, Jewish, Presbyterian, Seventh Day Adventist
Mormon, Quaker, Christian Scientist and lots more
You sure are something
Our country's strong, our country's young
And her greatest songs are still unsung
From her plains and mountains we have sprung
To keep the faith with those who went before
We nobodies who are anybody believe it
We anybodies who are everybody have no doubts
Out of the cheating, out of the shouting
Deep as our valleys
High as our mountains
Strong as the people who made it
For I have always believed it, and I believe it now
And now you know who I am
Who are you?
America! America!
Dinsdag 7 december 2004
Laat Ons Een Bloem
Laat Ons Een Bloem
((Adapted from: Leave Them A Flower (by Wally Whyton) - 1969))
Composer(s): Wally Whyton - Phil Van Cauwenbergh
Performer(s): Louis Neefs - 1970
Dit is een lied voor de mensen die zorgen
Dat morgen de mensen al dood zullen zijn
Dit is een lied voor de doden van morgen
Begraven, bekist in een stenen woestijn
Laat ons een bloem en wat gras dat nog groen is
Laat ons een boom en het zicht op de zee
Vergeet voor één keer hoeveel geld een miljoen is
De wereld die moet nog een eeuwigheid mee
Je breekt en je hakt en je boort door de bergen
Je maakt elke heuvel gelijk met de grond
De reuzen van nu lijken morgen maar dwergen
Vooruitgang vernield wat er gisteren nog stond
Laat ons een bloem en wat gras dat nog groen is
Laat ons een boom en het zicht op de zee
Vergeet voor één keer hoeveel geld een miljoen is
De wereld die moet nog een eeuwigheid mee
De vis in de zeeën vergiftigd, gestorven
Het zand op de stranden vervuild door mazout
En jij door je tankers en chequeboek bedorven
Je weet zelfs niet meer waar de meeuw heeft gebroed
Laat ons een bloem en wat gras dat nog groen is
Laat ons een boom en het zicht op de zee
Vergeet voor één keer hoeveel geld een miljoen is
De wereld die moet nog een eeuwigheid mee
En zo zal dan morgen het leven verdwijnen
Verslagen door staal en gewapend beton
De maan zal dan koud op je nachtmerrie schijnen
Geen mens die nog weet hoe het einde begon
Laat ons een bloem en wat gras dat nog groen is
Laat ons een boom en het zicht op de zee
Vergeet voor één keer hoeveel geld een miljoen is
De wereld die moet nog een eeuwigheid mee
De wereld die moet nog een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Een eeuwigheid mee
Dinsdag 7 december 2004
Ballad For A Friend
