Vrijdag 28 augustus 1970
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
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All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Michèle
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Vrijdag 28 augustus 1970
Open Arms
Open Arms
Composer(s): Steve Perry; Jonathan Cain
Performer(s): Journey;
and various other artists
Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heartbeat with mine
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our love be so blind
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are, by my side
So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am, with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms
Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay
So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am, with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms
Donderdag 27 augustus 1970
Michèle (Gérard Lenorman)
Michèle
Composer(s): Didier Barbelivien; M. Cywie
Originally performed by: Gérard Lenorman
Tu avais à peine quinze ans
Tes cheveux portaient des rubans
Tu habitais tout près
Du Grand Palais
Je t'appelais le matin
Et ensemble on prenait le train
Pour aller, au lycée
Michèle, assis près de toi
Moi j'attendais la récré
Pour aller au café
Boire un chocolat
Et puis t'embrasser
Un jour tu as eu dix-sept ans
Tes cheveux volaient dans le vent
Et souvent tu chantais
Oh! Yesterday!
Les jeudis après-midi
On allait au cinéma gris
Voir les films, de Marilyn
Michèle, un soir en décembre
La neige tombait sur les toits
Nous étions toi et moi
Endormis ensemble
Pour la première fois
Le temps a passé doucement
Et déchu le Prince Charmant
Qui t'offrait des voyages
Dans ses nuages
On m'a dit que tu t'es mariée
En avril au printemps dernier
Que tu vis, à Paris
Michèle, c'est bien loin tout ça
Les rues, les cafés joyeux
Mêmes les trains de banlieue
Se moquent de toi, se moquent de moi
Michèle, c'est bien loin tout ça
Les rues, les cafés joyeux
Mêmes les trains de banlieue
Se moquent de toi, se moquent de moi....
Se moquent de moi!
Donderdag 27 augustus 1970
Opel
Opel
Composer(s): Roger Waters; Syd Barrett; Pete Jenner
Performer(s): Syd Barrett; RPWL
On a distant shore, miles from land
stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
a dream in a mist of grey
on a far distant shore...
The pebble that stood alone
and driftwood lies half buried
warm shallow waters sweep shells
so the cockles shine...
A bare winding carcase, stark
shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
dry tears...
crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man
stood on ground
I'm trying
I'm trying to find you
To find you
I'm living, I'm giving
To find you
To find you
I'm living
I'm living
I'm trying, I'm giving
I'm drowning
Donderdag 27 augustus 1970
Ojos Españoles
Ojos Españoles
(English Version: Spanish Eyes)
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert
Performer(s): Jose Luis Martines Vesga
and multiple other artists
Son como el mar, como el azul del cielo y como el sol
son del color, de un clavel que empieza a despertar
son algo más que las estrellas al anochecer
y ¡Olé¡ y ¡Olé!; los ojos de la española que yo amé
Yo fui feliz, mirando aquellos ojos de mi amor
yo nunca vi, ni en el arco iris su color
son algo más que estrellas al anochecer
y ¡Olé¡ y ¡Olé!; los ojos de la española que yo amé
ojos que nunca nunca olvidaré
Woensdag 26 augustus 1970
Michelangelo (Emmylou Harris)
Michelangelo
Composer(s): Emmylou Harris; Rodney Crowell
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone to find
The mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
In the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago
Michelangelo
Were you there at Armageddon
Was Paris really burning
Could I have been the one to pull you
From the point of no returning
And did I hear you calling out my name
Or was it forgotten long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were riding
On a blood red painted pony
Up where the heavens were dividing
And the angels turned to ashes
You came tumbling with them to earth
So Far below
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you lay dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk about you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
From an arrow driven deep inside you
Long ago
Michelangelo
Did you suffer at the end
Would there be no one to remember
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of surrender
And could you hear me calling out your name
Well I guess that I will never know
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandanas that
I gave you long ago
Michelangelo
Woensdag 26 augustus 1970
Op De Purp'ren Hei
Op De Purp'ren Hei
Composer(s): Armand Preud'homme; Eugeen De Ridder
Performer(s): Bob Benny;
and various other artists
In de stille kempen
Op de purperen hei
Staat een eenzaam huisje
Met een berk erbij
En een zomeravond
In gedroom alleen
Kwam ik ongewetend
Langs dit huisje heen
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
In het eenzamm huisje
Zat een meisje ach
Lijk hij nergens anders
Ooit een meisje zag
Door het venster keek ze
Mij verlegen toe
Schoof 't gordijntje toe en
Is maar opgestaan
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Maar wat heeft de liefde
Ook hier niet verricht
Want nu schuift 't gordijntje
Nooit nog voor hem dicht
Door het open venster
Dat men vroeger sloot
Lach ik naar ons kindje
Op haar moeder's schoot
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Hoe schoon nog de wereld
De zomerse hei
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Dinsdag 25 augustus 1970
Michelangelo (Björn Skifs)
Michelangelo
Composer(s): Björn Skifs; Bengt Palmers
Performer(s): Björn Skifs
Har försökt att fånga bilden jag vill ha av dig
Fast filmerna är många har ingen riktigt lyckats mig
Bilderna saknar ju skärpa och stil
Och gör inte rättvisa åt din profil
En tanke når mig långt ifrån
Jag slår mig ner vid min telefon
Michelangelo, kan du svara på
Hur du gjorde dom, alla tavlor som blev historia sen
Michelangelo, men så svara då
Kan du komma hit, och ta med stafflit och måla av min vän
Om man kunde visa hela världen hur du ler
Då skulle Mona-Lisa be om att få plockas ner
Du skulle ta hennes plats som legend
Med fräknar på näsan blir du lika känd
Så mästaren nånstans ifrån
Var snäll och svara i telefon
Michelangelo...
Dinsdag 25 augustus 1970
Oom-Pah-Pah
Oom-Pah-Pah
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Georgia Brown;
and various other artists
Chairman
(Spoken):
Ladies and gentlemen, brethren and sinners all!
I call upon our Goddess of the Virtues to give us
her well known rendition of the old school song
Oom-Pah-Pah!
Nancy
(Spoken):
All right, shut up, you lot!
A bit of culture now!
'Ere we go...
(Sung):
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Espeshly when they've been
On the gin
Or the beer
If you've got the patience,
Your own imaginations
Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear...
All
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes,
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows.
Nancy
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
Mister Percy Snodgrass
Would often have the odd glass
But never when he thought anybody could see
Secretly he'd buy it
And drink it on the quiet
And dream he was an Earl
Wiv a girl on each knee!
Customers and Nancy
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows...
Nancy
What is the cause of his red shiny nose?
Could it be...oom-pah-pah!?
Pretty little Sally
Goes walking down the alley
Displays her pretty ankles to all of the men
They could see her garters
But not for free-and-gratis
An inch or two, and then she knows
When to say when!
All
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows...
Nancy
Whether it's hidden, or whether it shows
It's the same...oom-pah-pah!
She was from the country
But now she's up a gum-tree
She let a feller feed 'er, then lead 'er along
What's the good o' cryin'?
She's made a bed to lie in
She's glad to bring the coin in
And join in this song!
All
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes!
Oom-pah-pah!Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows
Nancy
She is no longer the same blushing rose
Ever since ... oom-pah-pah!
(Spoken):
Altogether now!
Nancy
(Sung):
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Espeshly when they've been
On the gin
Or the beer
If you've got the patience
Your own imaginations
Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear...
Company
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
All
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows
Nancy
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
All
Oom-pah-pah!
Maandag 24 augustus 1970
Michail, Michail (Gorbachev Rap)
Michail, Michail (Gorbachev Rap)
Composer(s): Biermann; Nina Hagen; Brian Liesgang
Performer(s): Nina Hagen
Michail, Michail
Dieses Liedchen ist für Dich
Lass Dir bloß nicht übern Tisch ziehn
und zieh uns nicht übern Tisch
Michail, Michail
Bleibe klug und bleibe schlau
Bleibe Kind und sei ein Mann
und sei tapfer wie 'ne Frau
Sonst gabs Kanonen statt Butter
jetzt jibt et Freiheit statt Butter
Mein lieber Gorbi, det macht mir Sorgi
Nix is mit Freiheit ohne Futter
Ick will in keen Paradies rin
Die Welt soll bloß nicht so mies sin
Ick will bloß Wahrheit, Brot und Tomaten
Liebe und Sojabraten
Oi oi mama, Hoffnung die ich heg
Mütterchen mein, Rußland macht sich aufn Weg
Oi oi mama, blas mal in die Glut
Feuerchen, Du wärmst mich und das macht mir
Mut Michail, Michail
Zieht euch warm an!
Michail, Michail
Überall in Ost und West
hast Du Freunde, doch auch Feinde
und die wünschen Dir die Pest
Michail, Michail
aber ich, ich wünsch' Dir Glück
daß Du weiter Deinen Weg machst
ohne Kugel im Genick
Da streiten sich die Gelehrten
wie rund ist die Ecke
ist die Reform ne Revolution
Bist Du nurn Verräter odern Recke
Mir ist det schnuppe, ick denke
det ick dir damit nich kränke
An Deinen Taten soll man dir messen
Freiheit und Lieder und Wurscht zum Essen
Oi oi mama, was er alles kann
Mach mach dumm, schnell ist man ein Tyrann
Oi oi papa, Du kannst mehr
Bleibe immer Mensch und sei ein Revolutionär Michail, Michail
Jetzt noch einmal!
Vladimir, sprach ich
Sag, geht das mit dem Gorbi klar
oder spielt er nur moderner
wieder mal den alten Zar
Es gibt so viele Parasiten
uniformierte Banditen
Putschgeneräle und Offiziere
ordenbehängte hohe Tiere
So viele Menschenverwalter
die sehen Glasnost mit kalter
mit kalter Wut und mit heißem Schrecken
in die Arbeit stecken
Oi oi mama, eine neue Zeit
Offen alle Grenzen, oi Gerechtigkeit
Oi oi Kinder, klein ist unsre Welt
Und sie soll ein Garten werden
wo eine grüne Kuppel steht
Michail, Michail
Maandag 24 augustus 1970
Oompa Loompa
Oompa Loompa
Composer(s): Anthony Newley; Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Harry Connick Jr.;
Hit Crew; Solanna
Oompa Loompa doompety doo
I've got a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompety dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get when you guzzle down sweets
Eating as much as an elephant eats
What are you at, getting terribly fat
What do you think will come of that
I don't like the look of it
Oompa Loompa doompety da
If you're not greedy, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do
Doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompedah dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Gum chewing's fine when it's once in a while
It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile
But it's repulsive, revolting and wrong
Chewing and chewing all day long
The way that a cow does
Oompa Loompa doompety da
Given good manners you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompety dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Who do you blame when your kid is a brat
Pampered and spoiled like a siamese cat
Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame
You know exactly who's to blame
The mother and the father
Oompa Loompa doompety da
If you're not spoiled then you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompedah dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get from a glut of TV
A pain in the neck and an IQ of three
Why don't you try simply reading a book
Or could you just not bear to look
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no commercials
Oompa Loompa doompety da
If you like reading you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the - Oompa
Oompa Loompa doompety do
Zondag 23 augustus 1970
Michael Finnegan
Michael Finnegan
(Traditional)
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin again
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful dinnegann
Because they said he must not sing again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
Ran a race and thought he'd win again
Got so puffed that he had to go in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He drank through all his good gin again
And so he wasted all his tin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pin again
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
Climbed a tree and barked his shin again
Took off several yards of skin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan....
Begin again
Zondag 23 augustus 1970
Ooit Komt De Dag (Jimmy Frey)
Ooit Komt De Dag
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Andy Free - Mary Boduin
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon
Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom
M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Jij was ons geluk, een gezin met ons drie
Maar de liefde ging stuk
Waardoor kwam dat, of hoe en door wie?
Zij is weggegaan en nam jou met haar mee
En m'n hele bestaan
Werd een leven van hoop en verdriet
En ik zie je nog
De manier hoe je naar me keek
Die blik op jou bedroefd gelaat
En hoe klein je toen leek
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon
Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom
M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
En ik zie je nog
De manier hoe je naar me keek
Die blik op jou bedroefd gelaat
Je was te klein
En je wereld viel uit elkaar
In alle kinderen grote en kleine
Zag ik steeds jouw verhaal
Oneindig triest
In de straten op de pleinen
Zag ik jou verdwijnen
En ik keek je dan na.
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon
Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom
M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon
Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom
M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon
Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom
M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet
Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet
Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Zaterdag 22 augustus 1970
Michael Collins
Michael Collins
Composer(s): Derek Warfield
Performer(s): Wolfe Tones
Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and
To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the Volunteers call he could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobley did show
How a handful of heros could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisonners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He banded old comrades together to train
Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd think it's a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn
From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born
For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she found t'was no use
And soon Mother England had asked for a truce
Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn
That brother and brother they never should turn
Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw
Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla
Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain
A true son of Grainne his name long will shine
O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime
Zaterdag 22 augustus 1970
Ooh! My Soul
Ooh! My Soul
Composer(s): Little Richard
Performer(s): The Beatles;
George Bedard & The Kingpins;
Little Richard; Pebbles; Ritchie Valens
Ooh! My soul
Well baby, baby, baby, baby
don't you know my love is true?
Honey, honey, honey, honey
said get off of that money
Love, love, love
Ooh! My soul
Well give me give me give me give me give me
give me all the love you got
Baby, baby, baby, baby
don't you know I want a lot
Love, love, love
Ooh! My soul
Well baby, baby, baby, baby
don't you know my love is true?
I said honey, honey, honey, honey
get off of that money
Love, love, love
Ooh! My soul
Well baby, baby, baby, baby
don't you know my love is true?
Honey, honey, honey, honey
get off get off of that money
Love, love, love
Ooh! My soul
Vrijdag 21 augustus 1970
Michael
Michael
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Highwaymen
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah
Green pastures on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Jordan's river is chilly and cold, hallelujah
Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah
Milk and honey on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Vrijdag 21 augustus 1970
Ooh Las Vegas
Ooh Las Vegas
Composer(s): Gram Parsons - Ric Grech
First release by: Gram Parson - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the first time I lose a drink of whiskey
And the second time I lose a drink of gin,
Third time I lose a drink of anything
Cause I think I'm gonna win.
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine
The queen of hearts is a bitch
Some day when I clean up my mind
I'll think I'm gonna win.
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Spend all night with a dealer
Just trying to get ahead,
Spend all day at the Holiday Inn
Just trying to get out of bed
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Donderdag 20 augustus 1970
Miami Beach Rhumba
Miami Beach Rhumba
Composer(s): Irving Fields; Albert Gamse
Performer(s): Xavier Cugat
and various other artists
I started out to go to Cuba
Soon I was at Miami Beach
There, not so very far from Cuba
Oh, what a rhumba they teach
Palm trees are whispering "yo te quiero"
What could I do but stay awhile
I met a Cuban caballero
We danced in true latin style
So I never got to Cuba
But I got all its atmosphere
Why even Yuba and his tuba
They played a night right here
I'll save Havana for mañana
Clip Miami Beach Rhumba
Meanwhile I've heaven in my reach
I found the charm of old Havana
In a rhumba at Miami Beach
Donderdag 20 augustus 1970
Ooh La La
Ooh La La
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Ron Wood
Performer(s): Rod Stewart;
and various other artists
Poor old Grandad I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of women's ways
They'll trap you then they use you before you even know
For love is blind and you're far too kind
Don't ever let it show
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger
The can-can such a pretty show
Will steal your heart away
But backstage back on earth again
The dressing rooms are grey
They come on strong and it ain't too long
For they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You're just a boy again (joana)
When you want her lips, you get her cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more then she's fast asleep
Leaves you twinkling with the stars
Poor young grandson there's nothing I can say
You'll have to learn, just like me
And that's the hardest way, ooh la la
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger
Woensdag 19 augustus 1970
Mi Vida Es Cantar
