Zondag 4 september 2005
Beg, Borrow And Steal
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Zaterdag 3 september 2005
Last Train To Clarksville
Last Train To Clarksville
Composer(s): Tommy Boyce - Bobby Hart
First release by: The Monkees - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - La Libertà (by I Camaleonti)
1975 - Prends Le 1er Train (by Martin Circus)
1989 - Go Go Kake (by Clifters)
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be be there by four thirty
'Cause I made your reservation
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Take the last train to Clarksville
I'll be waiting at the station
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I can't hear you in this noisy Railroad station all alone
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville
Zaterdag 3 september 2005
Beg Your Pardon
Beg Your Pardon
Composer(s): Francis Craig; Harry Beasley Smith
Performer(s): Pat Boone
and various other artists
If I lose my head, beg your pardon
For things I have said, beg your pardon
Why should I worry and feel like I do?
You're in no hurry to let me love you
I'll try for a kiss in the garden
And then if I miss, beg your pardon
But if some sunny day
you'll let me have my way
I won't have to say, beg your pardon
(repeat)
Vrijdag 2 september 2005
Last Train To Amsterdam
Last Train To Amsterdam
Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
There's an old soul waitin' to be born
There's a scarecrow standin' in the corn
On of thems wishin' for the light of day
One of them is chasin' all the black crows away
Well I'm standing at the station and I don't know where I am
And the wheels are turnin' on the last train to Amsterdam
There's a preacher out spreadin' the word
There's a blond in a thunderbird
One of them tells me to kneel and pray
One of them gets to me in a real bad way
Well I got me a one way ticket to get me from where I am
And the wheels are turnin' on the last train to Amsterdam
I'm standin' just south of Fate
There ain't no exit from the interstate
There's one way in, it's a long dirty road
Only one way our Robert Johnson knows
There's a hobo waitin' on a train
There's a hitch hiker standin' in the rain
One of them knows he's never going home
The other one feels God down in his bones
Vrijdag 2 september 2005
Before You Break My Heart
Before You Break My Heart
Composer(s): Harold Elton Box; Desmond Cox; Lewis Ilda
Performer(s): Sally Douglas & Archie Lewis
Before you break my heart
Let’s try again
Before you really say we’re through
Before you take the sun
And leave me the rain
Please think once again, what could I do, dear
Before we say goodbye
Why can’t we try
Forgiving and forgetting too
Before we have to part
Before you break my heart
Remember I’m in love with you
Look honey, before you break my heart
Let’s try again
What do you say, huh, honey?
Before we really say we’re through
Just give me one more chance
Before you take the sun
And leave me nothin’ but rain
Won’t you please think once again
What could I do? What could I do, dear?
So, darling, why can’t we try
Come on now, let’s try
Let’s try forgiving and forgetting
Just like sweethearts, please do
Before we have to part
Before you break my heart
Remember I’m in love with you
Donderdag 1 september 2005
Last To Leave
Last To Leave
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie; Abrams Brothers
Lonely sunshine, days come easy
Spend my time alone at rest
And if I were the last to leave here
Now would these roads be any less?
Oh, I'm the last to leave
Now would these ribbon highway roads
Be less wonderful to me?
Why must I always be so slow?
Many friends come and go
You know there's a lot of feelings that I've left behind
And it's a lonely world, I know
When your friends are hard to find
But take the time, my memory fails
And soak my eyes in the morning rain
Like a sailor, sailing over Jordan
On the road back home again
Oh, I'm the last to leave
Would these ribbon highway roads
Be less wonderful to me?
Why must I always be so slow?
Donderdag 1 september 2005
Before You Accuse Me
Before You Accuse Me
Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel
Originally performed by: Bo Diddley
Covered by various other artists
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
You say I've been buying another woman clothes
But you've been talking to someone else
I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago
I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago
Your mama said, "Son, Don't call my daughter no more"
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
You say I've been buying another woman clothes
But you've been taking money from someone else
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time
Come on back home, baby; try y love one more time
You've been gone away so long, I'm just about to lose my mind
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
You say I've been buying another woman clothes
But you've been talking to someone else
Woensdag 31 augustus 2005
The Last Time I Saw Paris
The Last Time I Saw Paris
Composer(s): Jerome Kern - Oscar Hammerstein II
First performance: Ann Sothern - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
A lady known as Paris, Romantic and Charming
Has left her old companions and faded from view
Lonely men with lonely eyes are seeking her in vain
Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign of her
She has left the Seine
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street caf
The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way
I'll think of happy hours, and people who shared them
Old women, selling flowers, in markets at dawn
Children who applauded, Punch and Judy in the park
And those who danced at night and kept our Paris bright
'til the town went dark
Woensdag 31 augustus 2005
Before The Swedish Summer
Before The Swedish Summer
Swedish Title: Framför Svenska Sommaren
Composer(s): J.E. Lit; L. Herscher;
R. Grahm; K.G. Lundkvist
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
How I miss the summer
It will soon be here
Think how warm and nice we have it here in our country
Green meadows, sun and sea
You can take off your clothes
You can lie and rest all day on the beach
And when the evening comes
You can take your loved one
Out to a barn dance or just stay in town
Before the Swedish summer
How lucky we are to have it
We always have something to look forward to
How I miss the summer
It will soon be here
Think how warm and nice we have it here in our country
Green meadows, sun and sea
You can take off your clothes
You can lie and rest all day on the beach
Soon it will be here again
The warm, beautiful summer
Then all the green things grow and the sun shines on our country
Before the Swedish summer
How lucky we are to have it
We always have something to look forward to
Before the Swedish summer
How lucky we are to have it
We always have something to look forward to
Before the Swedish summer
How lucky we are to have it...
Dinsdag 30 augustus 2005
Last Time I Saw Him
Last Time I Saw Him
Composer(s): Michael Masser - Pam Sawyer
Performer(s): Diana Ross; Dottie West
Last time I saw him
He sweetly kissed my lips
Last time I saw him
He said: "I'll be back for more of this"
Last time I saw him
We were crying at the bus
I knew he hated leaving
But he had to set us up
I gave him money
I know I invested well
Mamma doesn't trust him
But he loves me I can tell
Each time the greyhound
Arrives at nine o' clock
But I don't start my crying
'Till that last man's gotten off
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was greyhound-bound
But I'm still waiting here
Without a fear
That bus will someday turn around
I had no letter
It's been six months, maybe better
I try forgetting him
But I love him more then ever
I have decided
I've waited long enough
If there was nothing wrong
He would return right on that bus
There must be trouble
So I'm leavin' on the double
If he can't get to me
I know he needs me desperately
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was looking fine
And as he waved goodbye
He said don't cry
I'm coming back, no rain or shine
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was greyhound-bound
And as he waved goodbye
He said don't cry
I'm coming back, no rain or shine
La de da, la da do
Do la da da, da da da
Last time I saw him
He was looking fine
And as he waved goodbye
He said don't cry
I'm coming back, no rain or shine
Dinsdag 30 augustus 2005
Before The Parade Passes By
Before The Parade Passes By
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna go and taste Saturday's high life
before the parade passes by
I'm going to get some life back into my life
I'm ready to move out in front
I've had enough of just passing by life
with the rest of them
with the best of them
I can hold my head up high
I've got to go again
I've got to drive again
I've got to feel my heart coming alive again
Before the parade passes by!
Look at the crowd up ahead
Listen and heard that brass harmony growing
Look at the crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my old spirite showing
All of those lights over there
Seems to be teeling me where I'm going
When the whistles blow
And the cymbols crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I'm going to raise the roof
I'm going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by
Before the parade passes by
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
Before the parade passes by
I'm going to get some life back into my life
I'm ready to move out in front
I've had enough of just passing by life
When the whistles blow
And the symbols crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I'm going to raise the roof
I'm going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by.....!!!
Maandag 29 augustus 2005
Last Time
Last Time
Composer(s): Annie Lennox - David A. Stewart - Steven VanZandt
Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds
Where does the time go baby?
Seems like when I got here you were still a child
Listen to me baby
I would let the tears fall but that's not my style
Next time I see you we'll be older
And we'll be changed in ways we might not even see
And we may grow apart instead of closer
That's why tonight means everything to me
This may be the last time
Let's make it the best time
May be the last time
Let's make it the best time
Look at me baby
I wish I could answer all the questions in your eyes
What matters baby
Is that we look around and be proud of how we spent our lives
Listen baby -I didn't get here by complaining
And I'll be leaving the same way that I came
In you I saw myself and for that I'm grateful
I'm gonna make sure you remember my name
This may be the last time
Let's make it the best time
May be the last time
Let's make it the best time
Next time I see you we'll be older
And we'll be changed in ways we might not even see
And we may grow apart instead of closer
I just want to thank you for being here for me
This may be the last time
Let's make it the best time
May be the last time
Let's make it the best time
Maandag 29 augustus 2005
Before The Next Teardrop Falls
Before The Next Teardrop Falls
Composer(s): Venna Keith; Ben Peters
Performer(s): Freddy Fender
If he brings you happiness
Then I wish you all the best
It's your happiness, that matters most of all
But it he ever breaks your heart
If the teardrops ever start
I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls
Si te quiere de verdad
Y te da felicidad
Te deseo lo mas bueno pa' los dos
Pero si te hace llorar
A mi me puedes hablar
Y estare contigo cuando triste estas
I'll be there anytime you need me by your side
To drive away every teardrop that you cried
If he ever leaves you blue
Just remember, I love you
And I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls
And I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls
Zondag 28 augustus 2005
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That Stuff Ain't Real"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
Zondag 28 augustus 2005
Before The Kiss
Before The Kiss
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult
So grab your rose and ring side seat
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
And underneath, the black light
Underneath it all
Four and forty redheads meet
Come to doom 'til the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif
Their lips apart like a swollen rose
Their tongues extend, and then retract
A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss
Doors like flint and window panes
An endless shadow bar
The owner's boys have gone to work
To stop big deals behind the bar
While outside on the turnpike
They got this new hit tune
Where thrills become as cheap as gas
And gas as cheap as thrills
One thrill and mundane here at last
Expect the cross one more
Lecherous invisible
Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A rose that's not from anywhere
That you would know or I would care
And the owners boys act most cheerfully
Back home at Conry's bar
When their patrons' thoughts at last
Grow too big for their skulls
And awful things are happening
We've let this drama fold
And now the time has come at last
To crush the motif of the rose
So grab your rose and ring side seat
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
Zaterdag 27 augustus 2005
Last Stand In Open Country
Last Stand In Open Country
Composer(s): Jim Cregan - Robin LeMesurier - Bernie Taupin - Dennis Tufano
Performer(s): Willie Nelson; Kid Rock
I was looking for America, in a western movie
Saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
And I came lookin'... like anybody else
I came searchin'...like anybody else
Lookin' for that golden calf
And I came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
I found a fat cat city and crooked judge
I killed anything standing in my path
I killed anything till I laid my hands
Laid'em on the golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove
I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh
I ain't layin' back
There's new kids a comin' gunning for that golden calf
I was looking for America in a western movie
I saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
He was headin' down that dusty path
Headin down that blood path
Runnin from his crooked past
He's lookin' for another life
Sick of chasin' down that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove
But there's always someone faster
Someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger closin' in
Some younger steppin' up to be
The next outlaw
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove
Oh I'm still looking for something to prove
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
Zaterdag 27 augustus 2005
Before The Deluge
Before The Deluge
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
Performer(s): Jackson Browne;
Christy Moore; Moving Hearts
Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other’s heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them new pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love’s bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
By and by
When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
By and by
When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky
Vrijdag 26 augustus 2005
Last Song
Last Song
Composer(s): Larry Evoy
Performer(s): Edward Bear
Did you know I'd go to sleep and leave the lights on?
Hopin' you'd come by and know that I was home and still awake
But two years go by and still my lights on
This is hard for me to say but this is all that I can say...
It's the last song I'll ever write for you
It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
You come looking for the light and it won't be there
But I love you, oh, yes I do, yes I do
All the times that I've spent waiting wondering where you are
Always knew the time would come when I would start to wonder why
Now the time is here, I don't know where you are
So I'll write you one more song but it's the last time that I'll try
It's the last song I'll ever write for you
It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
You come looking for the light and it won't be there
But I love you, oh, yes I do, mmm mmm
Vrijdag 26 augustus 2005
Before She Breaks My Heart
Before She Breaks My Heart
Performer(s): Roger Whittaker
I've lived over half my life
And she's only just nineteen
Will she wake up one day and find
That she's really changed her mind
And she's not in love with me
Does she love the man I am
Is it her Father that she sees
She has time to be unsure
For her there's time to find a cure
But not for me
So, before she breaks my heart
I must say "go"
Before she breaks my heart
I must say "no"
She can't stay (She can't stay)
I must make her go away
However hard she cries
If I have to tell her lies
Before she breaks my heart
As I stand alone, I vow
That today will be the day
That I'll find the strength somehow
To end it here and now
To tell her she can't stay
Then she'll walk into the room
And her arms will open wide
It's not a little girl I see
But a woman, warm and free
Who wants me by her side
But before she breaks my heart
I must say "go"
Before she breaks my heart
I must say "no"
She can't stay (She can't stay)
I must make her go away
However hard she cries
If I have to tell her lies
Before she breaks my heart
Before she breaks my heart
Donderdag 25 augustus 2005
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