Dinsdag 25 april 1972
Music To Watch Girls By
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Music To Watch Girls By
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Dinsdag 25 april 1972
Going To The Zoo
Going To The Zoo
Performer(s): Julie Felix
Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow
Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
and we can stay all day!
Chorus:
We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
How about you, you, you?
You can come too, too, too
We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
See the elephant with the long trunk swingin'
Great big ears and a long trunk swingin'
Snuffin' up peanuts with a long trunk swingin'
And we can stay all day!
Chorus
See all the monkeys they're scritch-scritch scratchin'
jumpin' around and scritch-scritch scratchin'
Hangin' by the long-tail (huff huff huff)
And we can stay all day!
Chorus
There's a big black bear he's a huff-puff-a-puffin'
His coat's too heavy he's a huff-puff-a-puffin'
Don't get too near the huff-puff-a-puffin'
Or you won't stay all day!
Chorus
Well the seals in the pool all honk-honk-honkin'
Catchin' the fish and honk-honk-honkin'
Little tiny seals all honk-honk-honkin'
And we can stay all day!
Chorus
Well we stayed all day and I'm gettin' sleepy
Sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy
Home already gettin' sleep sleep sleepy
'Cause we have stayed all day
We been to the zoo zoo zoo
So have you you you
You came too too too
We been to the zoo zoo zoo
Mummy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow!
Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow!
Mommy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
And we can stay all day!
Chorus
Maandag 24 april 1972
T'as Perdu Ton Temps
T'as Perdu Ton Temps
Performer(s): Aïda Aznavour
T'as perdu ton temps
Follement, bêtement
À chercher le grand amour
T'en as fait ton deuil
Où sont tes vingt ans
Tes printemps triomphants
Ils sont enfuis pour toujours
Près de ton orgueil
Les hommes à tes pieds
Venaient jeter
Leur coeur et leur fortune
Mais tu restais glacée
Pauvre insensée
Il te fallait la lune
T'as perdu ton temps
Et pourtant conviens-en
Tu as eu plus d'occasions
Que n'importe qui
À tous tes galants
Espérant coeur battant
Si tu n'as jamais dit non
Tu n'as pas dit oui
Et le temps a passé
Ils se sont tous lassés
En amour c'est donnant donnant
T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps
En rêvant d'un romain
Qui n'a jamais existé
Qu'on fond de tes nuits
Et seule à présent
Tu vis en regrettant
L'ambition démesurée
Qui ruina ta vie
Mais pour connaître un jour
Ce grand amour
Qui fut ton problème
Il te fallait livrer
Abandonner
Le meilleur de toi même
T'as perdu ton temps
C'est navrant mais pourtant
Tu ne peux en vérité
Que t'en prendre à toi
Égoïstement
Calmement, froidement
Tu as cru tout diriger
À présent tu vois
Les années t'ont roulée
T'ont privée de passé
Et toi irrémédiablement
T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps
À chercher le grand amour
Où sont tes vingt ans?
Ils sont enfuis pour toujours
T'as perdu ton temps
À chercher le grand amour
Maandag 24 april 1972
Music Time
Music Time
Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
Performer(s): Styx
I like music
The rhythm really gets to me
I can't control it
My feet move automatically
And I like hot licks
The kind I wish that I could play
And when I hear them
I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
I like strangers
Their kindness means a lot to me
They don't ask questions
Don't care about my history
And I like fast girls
I don't know what's come over me
They make me do things
I would not ordinarily
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it
Do it, do it, do it to me
Want it, need it, love it
Can't get enough of it
Try it do it
Go ahead and go for it
All the way
And I like daydreams
I've had enough reality
My job is boring
I'm overworked and underpaid
I like TV
It stirs up all my fantasies
Girls in tight jeans
Acting so outrageously
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it
Do it, do it, do it to me
Want it, need it, love it
Can't get enough of it
Try it do it
Go ahead and go for it
All the way
Turn it loose, loose
I like big things
The size of them impresses me
Just give me plenty
Forget about the quality
And I like fast food
The burgers always taste the same
The snotty waiters
Ask highball or boubiley
Maandag 24 april 1972
Going To The River
Going To The River
Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew
Performer(s): Fats Domino;
and various other artists
I'm going to the river
Gonna go overboard and drown
I'm going to the river
Gonna jump overboard and drown
Because the gal I love
She just has left this town
When she left me
I bowed my head and cried
When she left me
I bowed my head and cried
I never thought
I would be
I would be the one to cry
Wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah
Wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah
Well, if you see my mama tell her
Goodbye for me
If you see my mama tell her
Goodbye for me
I'm tired of living
Living in misery
Zondag 23 april 1972
Tarzan Boy
Tarzan Boy
Composer(s): Maurizio Bassi - Naimy Hackett
First release by: Baltimora - 1984
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Jungle life
I'm far away from nowhere
On my own like Tarzan Boy
Hide and seek
I play along while rushing cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Jungle life
I'm living in the open
Native beat that carries on
Burning bright
A fire the blows teh signal to the sky
I sit and wonder does the message get to you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other chance tonight
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other world
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Jungle life
You're far away from nothing
It's all right
You won't miss home
Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won't be sorry
It's easy to survive
Jungle life
We're living in the open
All alone like Tarzan Boy
Hide and seek
We play along while rushing cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Chance tonight
Oh Yeah
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Night to night
You won't play
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Chance tonight
Oh Yeah
Night to night
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Repeat)
Zondag 23 april 1972
Music Must Change
Music Must Change
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
The music must change
For we're chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?
The music must change
It's gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the sun
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
It's so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
But then music's an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting brings a dream
But the poison's derange
The music must change
For we're chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth
So the music must change
Zondag 23 april 1972
Going To A Go-Go
Going To A Go-Go
Composer(s): Warren "Pete" Moore;
Smokey Robinson; Bobby Rogers; Marvin Tarplin
Performer(s): Smokey Robinson & The Miracles;
and various other artists
(Goin' to a go-go, goin' to a go-go)
Na na na na yeah heh
Well there's a brand new place I found
Where people go from miles around
They come from everywhere
and if you drop in there
You might see everyone in town
(Goin' to a go-go) everybody's
(Goin' to a go-go) come on now
(Don't you wanna go)
Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee
(Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now
It doesn't matter where you are
A go-go can be found
You'll see the people from your block
and don't be shocked
If you see your favorite star, now
(Goin' to a go-go) everybody's
(Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now
(Don't you wanna go)
Yeah people, come on now
Na na na na yeah heh
Tell me (don't you wanna go)
Yeah, well it's all right
(Goin' to a go-go) yes I am
(Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now
It doesn't matter if you don't stag
It doesn't matter if you don't drag
You're sure to have some fun
From meetin' everyone
Most every taxi that you flag is
(Goin' to a go-go) oh come on baby
(Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now
(Don't you wanna go)
Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee
(Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now
(Goin' to a go-go) come on baby
(Goin' to a go-go) come on now
Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Tara Talara Tala
Tara Talara Tala
Performer(s): Dean Martin
Oh, daddy made up this lullaby
Just to sing it to you
Soon as you learn this lullaby
You can sing it to your dolly, too
Tara Talara Tala
Play peek-a-boo with a star
Hushabye baby
When shadows creep
Dreamland is not very far
Tara Talara Tala
Just like the angel you are
Rockabye baby now you're asleep
Tara Talara Tala
Tara Talara Tala
Vieni sul mar'
Vieni a vogar'
Sentir'i le braccia
Del tu' marinar'!
Tara Talara Tala
Just like the angel you are
Rockabye baby now you're asleep
Tara Talara Tala
Tara Talara Tala
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Go to sleep
Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
Composer(s): Hank Snow
Performer(s): Hank Snow;
R.D. Henden; Charlie Waller
Listen to a story about a gal I know
She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau
She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings
Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans
She's my music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Ever'body travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You can hear her in the ev'nin', when the sun sinks low
A-singin' and a-pickin on that old banjo
You wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth
Ever'body's callin' her the Queen of the South
She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove
Picks a big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
Plays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beat
A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee
You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town
All the jive-jumpin' jitterbugs, they gather around
They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go
My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Ever'body travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Going To A Disco
Going To A Disco
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Mike Moran
Performer(s): Martyn Ford
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna dance till our feet get sore
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna dance till we hit the floor
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a disco
Wooooh
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna show what are feet are for
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Tarotplane
Tarotplane
Composer(s): Don Van Vliet
Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Listen to me baby
I`m gonna tell it to you
Gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
I say bear this in mind
I say bear this in mind
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Ya done put mice in the radiator
Razors in the clay
Well, they keeps us working all night
Don`t give us no pay
Don`t give us no pay
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long...
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long black wavy mane
With the long black...
With the long black wavy mane
Little girl, Little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
I wanta take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
For a fly, for a fly
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Oh, listen to me baby
I`m gonna tell it to you
You ain`t too old
Oh, you ain`t too old
Just what you been heard - just what you been told
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Listen to me baby
Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long black wavey mane
Oh listen little girl don`t you understand?
Oh, you ain`t too old
No you ain`t too old
Well you ain`t too lold
As long as you can boogie you ain`t too old
Little girl, little girl
Little girl, little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
You goin` flyin`
You goin` flyin`
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Music Makes Me
Music Makes Me
Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Edward Eliscu; Vincent Youmans
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and various other artists
In me you see a sinner
And dancing is my crime
It seems a sin I've gotta give in
To syncopated time
It makes me lose my dignity
It makes me lose my poise
And some folks call it music
But my folks call it noise
I like music, old or new
But music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music, sweet or blue
But music makes me do the things I never should do
My self control was something to brag about
Now it's a gag about town
The things I do are never forgiven
For just when I'm livin' 'em down
I hear music, then I'm through
For music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music old or new
But music makes me.........
I like music sweet or blue
But music makes me.........
My self control was something
But now it's a gag about town
The things I do are never forgiven
But just when I'm livin' 'em down
I hear music then I'm through
For music makes me do the things I never should do
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Going My Way
Going My Way
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists
Good morning friend
it's certainly a pleasant time to walk
So fresh and green and clear and bright
I'm looking for some company, thought maybe we could talk
Do you go left or right?
This road leads to Rainbowville
Going my way?
Up ahead is Bluebird Hill
Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes
And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart
`Round the bend you'll see a sign
"Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line
Going my way?
The smiles you'll gather will look well on you
Oh, I hope you're going my way too
This road leads to Rainbowville
Going my way?
Up ahead is Bluebird Hill
Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes
And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart
`Round the bend you'll see a sign
"Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line
Going my way?
The smiles you'll gather will look well on you
Oh, I hope you're going my way too
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Tarentelle
Tarentelle
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Vous avez appris la danse, danse
Vous avez appris les pas
Redonnez-moi la cadence, dence
Et venez danser avec moi
Ne me laissez pas la danse, danse
Pas la danser comme ça
Venez m'apprendre la danse, danse
Et la danser avec moi
Vous savez la tarentelle, telle
Qu'on la dansait autrefois
Moi je vous montrerai celle, celle
Que, demain, l'on dansera
Si vous donnez la cadence, dence
Moi je vous donne le "la"
Je vous l'apprendrai là dans ce, dans ce
Dans ce joli petit bois
Et si vous aimez ma danse, danse
Et si vous aimez mon pas
On pourra danser, je pense, pense
Aussi longtemps qu'on voudra
Mais ne me laissez pas là dans ce, dans ce
Pas là dans cet état-là
Ne pensez-vous qu'à la danse, danse
Dans ce joli petit bois?
Quand le feuillage est si dense, dense
Quand le soleil est si bas
Que voulez-vous que l'on danse, danse
Dans les jolis petits bois?
Quand votre robe s'élance, lance
Moi j'ai le cœur en éclats
Si vous perdez la cadence, dence
Serrez-vous bien dans mes bras
Et s'il arrive que même, même
Tout doucement, dans le bois
J'aille vous dire je t'aime, t'aime
Et si le bonheur était là
Pour nous donner la cadence, dence
Pour nous donner le "la"
Et pour que tout recommence, mence
À tout petits tout petits pas?
Vous avez appris la danse, danse
Vous avez appris les pas
Pour qu'on vous aime et je pense, pense
Que je vous aime déjà
C'est là que finit la danse, danse
Là dans l'ombre des bois
Mais notre amour qui commence, mence
Jamais ne s'arrêtera
C'est là que finit la danse, danse
Là dans l'ombre des bois
Mais notre amour qui commence, immense
Jamais ne s'arrêtera
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Music Is Lethal
Music Is Lethal
Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; David Bowie
Performer(s): Mick Ronson; Andi Sexgang
My friend myself
Boredoms hero
Prince of the alleys
Stumble falling to a winsome table in search of wine
Mulatto hookers
Cocaine bookers
Troubled husbands
Stolen freedoms, that only evening unfolds to shine
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure
Two wet lips of infant leisure smiled
Could I grasp at the stars?
As they play your night blue hair
Sable eyes
Ebony thighs
She shines forever
Dancer be, dancing free
She shines for me
So a masked man should mourn
The passing of night time
The long metal dirge
We were prisoners no more
Of the near fallen angels
She will shine on for me
Let the panting begin
Though the music is lethal
Let the night take me in
You know the daybreak shall win
She will shine on forever
He will shine on for me
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders
I drink your kisses
Exquisite room, my charming tomb
I see the man
With marble hands
Your smooth pimp, piranha
Cradles my swimming head
Cracks his glass, into my face, I'm thrown away
And then I'm tossed a' bleeding out on the street
And ask me, John do I have to drag you away?
And I curse where I lay
Have made me bow with thanks some day
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding
Puncture my skin
Bait and taunt
For me to run, back to my rooms
Though the bad taste of sleep
Clutching my pillow
In anger I weep
She will cry on my chest
She will shine on forever
She will shine on for me
Let the tempting begin
Though the music is lethal
Let the night take me in
Though the daybreak shall win
She will shine on forever
She will shine on for me
Ahhh, yeah
Oh, ohhhhh
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Going Mobile
Going Mobile
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who;
Peter Mossman; Pete Townshend
I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo!
beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'
Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', groovin', groovin', yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I don't care about pollution
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy
That's my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
I'm mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Yesterday Dreams
Yesterday Dreams
((French Version: C'est Pas Facile (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981))
Composer(s): Brian Cadd
First release by: Brian Cadd - 1978
Lonely summer needing rain, standing quietly going insane
Said, "I love you", you never heard a word
Memories that still cause pain, I lost the feeling I can't explain
Still I need you, don't that seem absurd?
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again, Yeah
Fading pictures in my mind, another place, another time
It's the same old song, just another melody
Don't ask me 'cause I don't want to say
He's the reason that keeps me away
I won't go through it again, but you don't even see what I mean
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again
I don't want to lie awake with you at night and wonder why
Looking at your hurting eyes and asking me if it's all a lie
Perfect pattern of part-time love
Always aware we're gonna make it above
What I lost before taking us both nowhere
What you're askin' I can't give, pick up the pieces that'll let you live
And don't ever look back 'cause I won't even be there
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Music (John Miles)
Music
Composer(s): John Miles
Performer(s): John Miles
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
And music of the past
And music of the past
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
'cause in this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Going In With My Eyes Open
