Maandag 13 juni 2005
Beatriz
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Beatriz
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
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Zondag 12 juni 2005
Language Of Love
Language Of Love
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
She says no
When she means yes
And what she wants, you know that I can't guess
When we want more, you know we ask for less
Such is the language of love....
I say leave
When I mean stay
But she don't see and so she moves away
What we really want, you know we rarely say
Such is the language of love
It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye
We hide our hearts & then we won't say why
It's truth for truth & lie for lie
Such is the language of love
One cries foul
And will not speak
The other claims a little victory
And all the time
You know we fail to see
This is the language of love
When a love begins to wander
No one ever knows
But we feel it deep inside us
Long before it shows
Long before it shows
We hem & haw
We balk & bluff
Our words don't ever seem to say enough
But a simple smile
A tender touch
Speaks the true language of love
Zondag 12 juni 2005
Beat Surrender
Beat Surrender
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam
Beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch)
All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)
And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
All the things that I shout about (but never act upon)
All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long)
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
And if you feel there's no passion
No quality sensation
Seize the young determination
Show the fakers you ain't fooling
You'll see me come running
To the sound of your strumming
Fill my heart with joy and gladness
I've lived too long in shadows of sadness
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Zaterdag 11 juni 2005
Längtan Till Italien
Längtan Till Italien
Composer(s): Birger Sjöberg
Performer(s): Bodil Heister
Jag längtar till Italien, till Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
allt uti dalen stilla
och snäckorna så röda, de lysa uppå sand
Jag längtar till Italien, där palmerna de stå
så doftande och höga med gröna blader på
där gossen spelar luta
invid sin flickas ruta
när aftonstunden kommer med många stjärnor små
Jag drömmer om Italien vid skymning i vår bod
där kryddor sällsamt dofta bland lådor och bland lod
Jag ser i mina drömmer
de silvervita strömmar
med tusende gondoler uppå den klara flod
Jag tycker, att jag ser, hur i månens milda sken
jag vrickar fram gondolen på böljan, klar och ren
och hur i aktern sitter
beglänst att stjärnans glitter
en späd italienska med röst så ljus och len
Hon sjunger om Italien, om Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
i dalen, mörk och stilla
när solen sjunker ner bak Vesuvius'es rand
Zaterdag 11 juni 2005
Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Eleanore Sheehy
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all
The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
And we all know
That when he plays he puts them all in a trance
The cats all holler "Hooray"
You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there ever bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
Vrijdag 10 juni 2005
L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Écartez-vous fuyez cachez-vous
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Je suis le bien le mal l'ange fou
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
J'ai à peine la terre sous les pieds
Que j'ai envie de tuer
Ceux qui pourraient en douter
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Les pyramides, les temples d'Angkor
Hiroshima, Sodome et Gomorrhe
Du pire au meilleur moi j'étais là
J'étais là
Vous habitez la planète bleue
La plus aimée des dieux
Et avec vous je suis heureux
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Vrijdag 10 juni 2005
Beat It On Down The Line
Beat It On Down The Line
Composer(s): Jesse Fuller
First release by: Jesse Fuller - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Well this job I've got is just a little too hard
Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay
Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna beat it on down the line
I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Beat it on down the line
Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by
I'm going back where I belong
I'm going back to that same old used-to-be
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine
Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track
Uh huh, that's where I think I belong
And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
That's where I'm gonna make my happy home
Donderdag 9 juni 2005
L'âne (Jean Ferrat)
L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il est au milieu d'la route
Le stupide aliboron
Il est là qui nous écoute
Avec sa têt' de cochon
Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque
Il est guère accommodant
Ah vraiment la tête à claques
Ah l'âne de Buridan
Il obstrue la voie publique
Avec son vieux char-à-bancs
Il comprend pas nos mimiques
Nos solides arguments
Il a rien dans la caboche
Le baudet récalcitrant
Il mérit'rait des taloches
Il est pas intelligent
Il aurait pu l'imbécile
Provoquer des accidents
Froisser nos automobiles
Déranger les occupants
Allons viens vite hue cocotte
Par ici t'auras du son
Il comprend pas la carotte
Il comprend pas le bâton
Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche
Il a des plaies sur la peau
Avec du sang pour les mouches
Du pus pour les asticots
Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale
Ce serait pas rigolo
Le stupide onocéphale
Ah le maudit bourricot
Donderdag 9 juni 2005
Beat It
Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984))
Composer(s): Michael Jackson
First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Woensdag 8 juni 2005
L'âne (Guy Béart)
L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Sur tes pattes, je dévale
les sentiers dès le matin
Bougre d'âne, je suis âne
nous ne formons qu'un
car je trime dès l'aurore
et te fais trimer encore
au lieu de me prélasser
à l'ombre d'un figuier
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
dans les sentiers de la vie
je m'demande ...
si je vais à quatre pattes
et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard?
La la la ...
Quand tu bouges les oreilles
l'abeille qui te surveille
s'envole de toi
et vient se poser sur mon nez
J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère
C'est pas ça qui m'désespère
mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles
longues comme toi
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous le soleil de midi
je m'demande ...
si l'abeille t'aime ou bien
si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...
Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames
l'amour, la fin de ton âme
la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han
Ta voix n'est pas délectable
mais nous mangeons à la même table
et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous les étoiles de la nuit
je m'demande ...
si la course au paradis
sera gagnée par toi ou moi
ou nous à la fois, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...
Woensdag 8 juni 2005
Beat Girl
Beat Girl
Composer(s): John Barry
First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961
Covered by multiple other artists
She's nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose her with the swinging hips
Makes with the pretty lips
Beat Girl
"That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox
Long black stockings and no make-up
Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes
like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something"
Clouds on the chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not 'less you doin' a ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old sedan
Tries all the way she can
Jives like the crazy man
Beat Girl
Dinsdag 7 juni 2005
Landslide
Landslide
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you get bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
Dinsdag 7 juni 2005
Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Composer(s): Joe Jackson
Performer(s): Joe Jackson
Kids today - they're all the same
All call themselves - some crazy name
All those drugs - they can't be sane
All that noise - affects their brains
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
They say the world - is in a mess
But they can talk - the way they dress
Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers
With safety pins - stuck through their ears
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
So who'll defend - in World War III
Where could we turn - where would they be
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Maandag 6 juni 2005
Landscape
Landscape
Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips
Level upon level of wash and stone
Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone
A forced-up smile when casting your eyes
Insanity reigns on streets of no size
High crumbling walls of stones that have seen
The rigors of war and have never been cleaned
A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all
While an old woman works in a garden with trowel
Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time
Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime
A miniature red castle in black craggy pass
Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass
The top of a mountain cut off by the mist
And a white serene temple in space does exist
The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike
The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe
A truck is forced off as big as a house
While dawdling along like a little green mouse
A long sweeping view expounds my belief
And clear restless water with an absence of reef
Evolutions and cycles we come face to face
While foliage drifts in green filmy lace
Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch
Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such
And columns of clouds go boiling across
The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss
Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea
While people are sleeping they hang peacefully
But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up
To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup
Arches and steps are seen everywhere
Manmade and Godmade and one made of air
The essence of time is virtually gone
Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn
Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply
From any stranger you pass who catches your eye
And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still
Are caught in the glass of my window sill
The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars
But then, think again, it's funny they are
Stars made by man who himself is a star
If only he'd realize the powers that are
And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead
And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead
Maandag 6 juni 2005
Beat City
Beat City
Performer(s): The Flowerpot Men
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Roll into America
Roll your hands in policies
I love it when you smile
I love it when you
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Roll and show hold out your hand?
Put some dollars down, you're wild
When it takes you by surprise
I'll be there to watch you
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Roll and show a classy man
Close your eyes put by his arm
To the memory I behold
Where you go
Oh I don't know
Don't fear nothing
It's so real
I really hurt, the hurt that I feel
I take you down to the heart of the fire
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Zondag 5 juni 2005
L'andropause
L'andropause
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose
De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits
Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause
Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit
O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe!
Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons
Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe
Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton
Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent
Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus
Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure
Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus
Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère
Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation
Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire
"Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!
Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire
O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos
Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires
Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt
Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore
Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues
Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues
À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole
Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper
En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole"
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?
Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime
Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant
Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?
Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe
En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé
Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?
Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire
Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus
Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire
Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!
Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte
Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés
Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte
Poussées par le démon de la curiosité
Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance
Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant
Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence
Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent
Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique
Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques
Je serai sans émoi
Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade
Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade
Sera trop haut pour moi
Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières
Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières
Faut pas que je me leurre
Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques
Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque
Quelques gerbes de fleurs
Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère
Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère
Le regard alangui
Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine
De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine
Avec n'importe qui
Zondag 5 juni 2005
Beast Of Burden
Beast Of Burden
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978
Covered by multiple other artists
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
Zaterdag 4 juni 2005
Land Of Hope And Dreams
Land Of Hope And Dreams
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks
You don't know where you're goin'
But you know you won't be back
Darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry
And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion for
This part of the ride
Leave behind your sorrows
Let this day be the last
Tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This Train
Carries whores and gamblers
This Train
Carries lost souls
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
This Train
Carries broken-hearted
This Train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This Train
Carries fools and kings
This Train
All aboard
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
Zaterdag 4 juni 2005
Bears
Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas
Some folks never seen a bear at all
Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw
Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad
Others say that a bear is honey sweet
Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had
Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness
Some to see a bear would pay a fee
Me I just bear up to bewildered best
And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
And even though your friends may stop and stare
Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you
And they just don't come no better than a bear
Vrijdag 3 juni 2005
Land Of Confusion
