Zondag 23 april 2006
Big Time
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Big Time
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Zaterdag 22 april 2006
Le Général A Dit
Le Général A Dit
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le géniral a dit: "Fermier
Toi qui n'as pas de quoi manger
Prends ta machette, viens, suis moi"
Et je le suis depuis des mois
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi
Sois plus ivre si tu peux
Danse l'ami, ne pense pas
Cette nuit on est heureux
Viens me parler de ton pays
De ta femme et de ton champ
Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie
En chantant
Le général a dit qu'il faut
Prendre la ville de Tampico
Quand viendra l'aube elle brûlera
Et j'ai mon père qui vit là-bas
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi
Sois plus ivre si tu peux
Danse l'ami, ne pense pas
Cette nuit on est heureux
Viens me parler de ton pays
De ta femme et de ton champ
Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie
En chantant
Vous, mes parents, vous m'attendez
Dans la maison où je suis né
Mais je n'ai plus de ville natale
C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi
Sois plus ivre si tu peux
Danse l'ami, ne pense pas
Cette nuit on est heureux
Viens me parler de ton pays
De ta femme et de ton champ
Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie
En chantant
Si j'ai tué, si j'ai volé
J'en ai encore le cœur serré
Tu me pardonneras le mal
C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi
Sois plus ivre si tu peux
Danse l'ami, ne pense pas
Cette nuit on est heureux
Viens me parler de ton pays
De ta femme et de ton champ
Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie
En chantant
Le général nous a promis
De l'argent et du pain blanc
Et des troupeaux et l'eau des pluies
Et la terre aux paysans
Et dans les rues de Mexico
On nous fera un carnaval
Chante l'ami, danse l'ami
Et longue vie au général
Zaterdag 22 april 2006
Big Spender
Big Spender
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Dorothy Fields
Originally performed by: Peggy Lee
Covered by various other artists
The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me
Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun?
How's about a few laughs, laughs?
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time
The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender!
Hey big spender!
Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me
Yes
Vrijdag 21 april 2006
Le Gaz
Le Gaz
Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Tu habites rue de la Madone
Une maison qui se déhanche
Une maison qui se tire-bouchone
Et qui pleure à grosses planches
L'escalier colimaçone
C'est pas grand non
Mais y a d'la place
Tu habites rue de la Madone
Et moi je viens pour le gaz
Tu as un boudoir plein de boudhas
Les bougies dansent dans leurs bougeoirs
Ça sent bon c'est sans histoire
Ça ruiselle de tafetas
C'est rempli de photos d'toi
Qui sommeillent devant la glace
Tu as un boudoir plein d'boudhas
Et moi et moi et moi
Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as un vrai divan de roi
Un vrai divan de diva
Du porto qu'tu rapportas
De la Porte des Lilas
T'as un p'tit chien et un grand chat
Un phono qui joue du jazz
Tu as un vrai divan de roi
Et moi et moi et moi
Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as des seins comme des soleils
Comme des fruits comme des reposoirs
Tu as des seins comme des miroirs
Comme des fruits comme du miel
Tu les recouvres tout devient noir
Tu les découvres et je deviens Pégase
Tu as des seins comme des trottoirs
Et moi et moi et moi
Je viens pour le gaz
Et puis chez toi ya l'plombier
Et y l'bedeauet y a l'facteur
Le docteur qui fait le café
Le notaire qui sert les liqueurs
Ya la moitié d'un artilleur
Y a un poète de Carpentras
Il y a quelques flics oui
Et puis y a même ma sœur
Et tout ça est là pour le gaz
Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone
C'est pas grand non
Mais y a d'la place
Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone
Et dites bien que c'est pour le gaz
Vrijdag 21 april 2006
Big Socks
Big Socks
Composer(s): Chuckii Booker
Performer(s): Bette Midler
Mmmmmm, you talk about you and only you
and the things that you do for you
You say you're not a lean cuisine
So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu
Now, if you think you're the man the only man
with an exterior you feel is superior
just give Miss B a little peek
and see if you really can deliver
Your tendencies are short, my expectations are long
And as I see it now, there's not much to go on
It seems you dug a hole that you can't crawl out
Now I truly see what you're all about
Don't brag about the diamond rings
or the expensive clothes you wear
'cause I could care less for what you possess
and your attitude needs repair
Don't brag about your body, baby
and say that you're packin' a lot
'cause all I see besides your big feet
is that you got big socks
Let's just say that there's something lackin'
A flea shouldn't have the nerve to be braggin'
So pack up your little gift and get to steppin'
Return it back and put it in the kiddie section
Full figured in a place that can deliver?
Ha ha, not from what I've seen
I can't trace what's below your waist
There's too much space to be inside those jeans
Don't brag about the diamond rings
or the expensive clothes you wear
'cause I could care less for what you possess
and your attitude needs repair
Don't brag about your body, baby
and say that you're packin' a lot
'cause all I see besides your big feet
is that you got big socks
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
It's time to wave the white flag
now that the kitten has been let out the bag
Don't brag about the diamond rings
or the expensive clothes you wear
'cause I could care less for what you possess
and your attitude needs repair
Don't brag about your body, baby
and say that you're packin' a lot
'cause all I see besides your big feet
is that you got big socks
Don't brag about the diamond rings
or the expensive clothes you wear
'cause I could care less for what you possess
and your attitude needs repair
Don't brag about your body, baby
and say that you're packin' a lot
'cause all I see besides your big feet
is that you got big socks
Donderdag 20 april 2006
Le Garçon Que J'aimais
Le Garçon Que J'aimais
Composer(s): André Popp - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Ann Christy
Le garçon que j'aimais
Ne reviendra plus jamais
Et ses lèvres jamais plus
n'auront les mots que j'ai connu
Le garçon que j'aimais
On aurait cru quand il parlait
Que du fond de sa jeunesse
Des siècles de tendresse
Vous arrivaient dessus
Le garçon que j'aimais
Avait l'air quand il marchait
En regardant devant lui
D'ouvrir les portes de la vie
Mais voilà je ne le verrai plus
Voilà je n'entendrai plus chanter son coeur
Car un jour on m'a volé
Le garçon que j'aimais
On l'a pris au mois de mai
Et sans qu'il n'aie rien compri
On lui a donné un fusil
Pas besoin de vous raconter
Je sais que vous comprendrez pourquoi je dis
Que je ne le reverrai jamais
Donderdag 20 april 2006
Big Shot
Big Shot
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel
You went uptown riding in your limousine
In your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose
And when you wake up in the morning
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don't come bitchin' to me!
Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
You had to open up your mouth!
You had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
All your friends were so knocked out!
You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything's about!
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night!
They were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people you knew at Elaine's
And the story of your latest success
Kept 'em so entertained
But now you jsut can't remember
All the things you said
And you're not sure you want to know!
I'll give you one hint, honey
You sure did put on a show!
Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
You had to prove it to the crowd!
You had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
All your friends were so knocked out!
You had to have the last word, last night
You're so much fun to be around!
You had to have the front page, bold type
You had to be a big shot last night!
Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line!
You couldn't see it was time to go home!
No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
You had to open up your mouth!
You had to be a big shot, didn't you?!
All your friends were so knocked out!
You had to have the last word, last night!
So much fun to be around!
You had to have a white hot spotlight!
You had to be a big shot last night!
Woensdag 19 april 2006
Le Galérien
Le Galérien
Composer(s): Leo Poll - Maurice Druon
Performer(s): Yves Montand
and multiple other artists
Je m'souviens, ma mèr' m'aimait
Et je suis aux galères
Je m'souviens ma mèr' disait
Mais je n'ai pas cru ma mère
Ne traîn' pas dans les ruisseaux
T'bats pas comme un sauvage
T'amuses pas comm' les oiseaux
Ell' me disait d'être sage
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé
J'voulais courir la chance
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé
J'voulais qu'chaqu' jour soit dimanche
Je m'souviens ma mèr' pleurait
Dès qu'je passais la porte
Je m'souviens comme ell'pleurait
Ell' voulait pas que je sorte
Toujours, toujours ell' disait
T'en vas pas chez les filles
Fais donc pas toujours c'qui t'plait
Dans les prisons y a des grilles
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé
Mais j'ai cru Madeleine
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé
J'voulais pas lui fair'de peine
Un jour les soldats du roi
T'emmen'ront aux galères
Tu t'en iras trois par trois
Comme ils ont emmn'nés ton père
Tu auras la têt' rasée
On te mettra des chaînes
T'en auras les reins brisés
Et moi j'en mourrai de peine
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé
Mais j'ai pas cru ma mère
Et je m'souviens qu'ell' m'aimait
Pendant qu'je rame aux galères
Woensdag 19 april 2006
Big Ship
Big Ship
Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt
Performer(s): Cliff Richard; Herman's Hermits
I do believe my eyes are telling me lies
I saw a ship ashore, a baked apple pie
Hiding in corners and climbing up trees
Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me
Love is a big ship, following me
Some like it cool, some like it hot
You see me cool, like a fool, with all the loving I got
Passing the world and the world's passing me
Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me
Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship
Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down
Singers sing dooby-doo all over town
Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee
Love is a big ship, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down
Singers are singing dooby-doo all over town
Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee
Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me
Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship
Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me
Following me, following me
Dinsdag 18 april 2006
Le Freak
Le Freak
Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers
First release by: Chic - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by everyone
It's up to you, It surely can be done
Young and old are doing it, I'm told
Just one try, and you too will be sold
It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day
Allow us, we'll show you the way
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, two fifty four
Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Now Freak!
I said Freak!
Now Freak!
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, two fifty four
Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Dinsdag 18 april 2006
Big Science
Big Science
Composer(s): Laurie Anderson
Performer(s): Laurie Anderson
Coo coo it's cold outside
Coo coo it's cold outside
Ooo coo coo
Don't forget your mittens
Hey Pal! How do I get to town from here?
And he said: Well just take a right where
they're going to build that new shopping mall
go straight past where they're going to put in the freeway
take a left at what's going to be the new sports center
and keep going until you hit the place where
they're thinking of building that drive-in bank
You can't miss it
And I said: This must be the place
Ooo coo coo
Golden cities
Golden towns
Golden cities
Golden towns
And long cars in long lines and great big signs
and they all say: Hallelujah
Yodellayheehoo
Every man for himself
Ooo coo coo
Golden cities
Golden towns
Thanks for the ride
Big Science
Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
You know
I think we should put some mountains here
Otherwise, what are all the characters going to fall off of?
And what about stairs? Yodellayheehoo
Ooo coo coo
Here's a man who lives a life of danger
Everywhere he goes he stays - a stranger
Howdy stranger
Mind if I smoke? And he said
Every man, every man for himself
Every man, every man for himself
All in favor say aye
Big Science
Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
Hey Professor! Could you turn out the lights?
Let's roll the film
Big Science
Hallelujah
Every man, every man for himself
Big Science
Hallelujah
Yodellayheehoo
Maandag 17 april 2006
Le Fou Sur La Colline
Le Fou Sur La Colline
((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967))
((Icelandic Version: Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir) - 1977))
Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1968
Jour après jour
Seul sur la colline
Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île
Et personne ne vient lui parler
On le surnomme le fou
Non, personne ne veut s'approcher
De ce fou sur la colline
Qui regarde les nuages
Caresser ses cheveux
L'horizon dans les yeux
Jour après jour
Seul sur la colline
Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île
Et personne ne vient lui parler
On le surnomme le fou
Non, personne ne veut s'approcher
De ce fou sur la colline
Qui regarde les nuages
Caresser ses cheveux
L'horizon dans les yeux
Même moi qui suis attiré
Par celui que l'on nomme fou
Je suis toujours intimidé
Par ce fou sur la colline
Qui contemple les nuages
Caresser ses cheveux
L'horizon dans les yeux
Personne ne vient lui parler
On le surnomme le fou
Non, personne ne veut s'approcher
De ce fou sur la colline
Qui regarde les nuages
Caresser ses cheveux
L'horizon dans les yeux
Maandag 17 april 2006
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Harry McClintock)
Big Rock Candy Mountain
Composer(s): Harry McClintock
Originally performed by: Harry McClintock
Covered by various other artists
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Zondag 16 april 2006
Álfur Út Úr Hól
Álfur Út Úr Hól
((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967))
((French Version: Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1968))
Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Björgvin Hólm
Performer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir - 1977
Dag eftir dag
Einsamall a hol
Naunginn Undarlegi
par sem haninn gol
Enginn vill um hann vita
Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer
Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol
Hann ser dyrdlega sol
Og hans augu sja meir
Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Bidd'ann um hjalp,
Pa kemur hann skjott
Hann sem a pusund raddir
Hvislar sannleikann fljott
Enginn vill hlusta a hann
Eda hljodin I leyndum song
Hann virdist samt ekki vita
Veizt um alf ut a hol
Hann ser dyrdlega sol
Og hans augu sja meir
Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill lita til hans
I kofanum sudur med sjo
Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol
Hann ser dyrdlega sol
Og hans augu sja meir
Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill hlusta a hann
Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer
Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol
Hann ser dyrdlega sol
Og hans augu sja meir
Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Zondag 16 april 2006
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Burl Ives)
Big Rock Candy Mountain
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Burl Ives
and various other artists
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer’s day, in the month of May
A billy-bum come hikin’
Down a shady lane near the sugar cane
He was lookin’ for his liklin’
As he strolled along he sung a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won’t need any money
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the sleet don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Zaterdag 15 april 2006
The Fool On The Hill
The Fool On The Hill
Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon
First release by: The Beatles - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir)
Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Ooh, ooh
Round and round and round
And he never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Ooh
Round and round and round
Zaterdag 15 april 2006
Big River
Big River
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Originally performed by: Johnny Cash
Covered by various other artists
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river)
A freighter said she's been here
But she's gone, boy, she's gone
I found her trail in Memphis
But she just walked up the block
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge
River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough
Dump my blues down in the gulf
She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
Vrijdag 14 april 2006
Le Fou Du Roi
Le Fou Du Roi
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1954
Il était un fou du roi
Qui vivait l'âme sereine
Dans un château d'autrefois
Pour l'amour d'une reine
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Il y eut une grande chasse
Où les nobles deux par deux
Tous les dix mètres s'embrassent
Dans les chemins qu'on dit creux
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Lorsque le fou vit la reine
Courtisée par un beau comte
Il s'en fut le cœur en peine
Dans un bois pleurer de honte
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Lorsque trois jours furent passés
Il revint vers le château
Et alla tout raconter
Dans sa tour au roi la-haut
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Devant tout ce qu'on lui raconte
Tout un jour le roi a ri
Il fit décorer le comte
Et c'est le fou qu'on pendit
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Vrijdag 14 april 2006
Big Railroad Blues
Big Railroad Blues
Composer(s): Noah Lewis
Originally performed by: Cannon's Jug Stompers
Covered by: Grateful Dead; Hot Tuna
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Now my mama told me, papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here
Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said
Well I wouldn't be here
Tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed
Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time
Went down to the depot, never got there on time
Well my train done left
She's a rollin' down the line
Mister Jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies
Mister Jailer go away, don't tell me no lies
When the train's going down
She's rollin' down the line
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Now my mama told me, papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here
Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Donderdag 13 april 2006
Le Fou Du Colorado
