Zondag 6 april 1975
Chanter Pour Ceux Qui Sont Loin De Chez Eux
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Chanter Pour Ceux Qui Sont Loin De Chez Eux
Composer(s): Michel Berger
First release by: Michel Berger - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
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Zondag 6 april 1975
Full-Time Lover
Full-Time Lover
Composer(s): Frank Jones; Frank Scott
Performer(s): The Fabulous Thunderbirds;
and various other artists
Well, I found me
Yes, I found me a full-time lover
Well, I found me
Yes, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time woman
But she's my full-time lover now
Well, I work the graveyard shift
Seven days a week
I'm so downhearted
I can't hardly even speak
I'll tell you the reason
The reason why I feel this way
I can't find a full-time love
Yes, but I think I found one today
Well, I found me
Lord, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man
But she's my full-time lover now
Well, people you don't know
You don't know the shape I'm in
I ask her where she's goin'
She tells me where she's been
She came home last night
Thought she'd be goin' back out the door
Then she told me "Baby
I ain't leavin' you no more"
Well, I found me
Lord, I found me a full-time lover
Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man
But she's my full-time lover now
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
The Laughing Policeman
The Laughing Policeman
Composer(s): Billy Grey
Performer(s): Charles Penrose; Tiny Tim
I know a fat old policeman
He's always on our street
A fat and jolly red-faced man
He really is a treat
He's too kind for a policeman
He's never known to frown.
And everybody says
He is the happiest man in town!
He laughs upon point duty
He laughs upon his beat
He laughs at everybody
When he's walking in the street
He never can stop laughing
He says he's never tried
But once he did arrest a man
And laughed until he cried!
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
His jolly face is wrinkled
And then he shut his eyes
He opened his great big mouth
It was a wonderous size!
He said "I must arrest you!"
He didn't know what for
And then he started laughing
Until he cracked his fat old jaw
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
So if you chance to meet him
While walking 'round the town
Shake him by his fat old hand
And give him half a crown
His eyes will beam and sparkle
He'll gurgle with delight
And then you'll start him laughing
With all his blessed might!
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
Chanter Les Voix
Chanter Les Voix
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Jacques Revaux
Performer(s): Dalida
Agenouillée au pied du lit
Dans une chemise de draps
Juste au-dessous d'un crucifix
Dans une chemise de draps
Petite fille encore hier
Quand tout pleurait autour de moi
Je m'endormais dans mes prières
Et j'entendais chanter des voix
C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
c'était des voix d'enfant
Je ne mens plus dans mes prière
Je ne fais plus le signe de croix
Mais comme si c'était hier
J'entends toujours chanter mes voix
Ce sont des voix très ordinaires
Elle ont gardé un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
Ce sont des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
ce sont des voix d'enfant
À l'heure où les amours trépassent
Quand l'avenir est derrière soi
C'est tout un régiment qui passe
De chagrin et de feu de joie
C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons imaginaires
c'était des voix d'enfant
Zaterdag 5 april 1975
Full Of Fire
Full Of Fire
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Mabon Hodges
Performer(s): Al Green
I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
you're my one desire...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
you can make me cry...
I can dance to the music...
I can sing all night long...
I can play with the band until you hear my song...
'cause I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
see the party lights....
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
its the reason why...
I can dance with the fire...
burnin'.... burnin' low...
I can stay 'til the party is all over...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire)
I rolled a twenty one...
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire full of fire)...
life has just begun...
Ooo Ooo I can dance to the music...
I can under... understand that there must be a power that I hold in my hands...
dance... dance... dance...
Oh I understand...
young man... young man... I say I understand....
I can dance... dance...dance... dance...
I understand...
there's some things that I know...
but I want the horns to blow...
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
The Laughing Gnome
The Laughing Gnome
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah...)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome
Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"
In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a rolling gnome"
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")
(One more time, yeah)
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
Chanter La Vie
Chanter La Vie
((Adapted from: I Have A Dream (ABBA) - 1979))
((German Version: Ich Leb' Im Traum (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Bjorn Ulvaeus - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie toujours plus haut
Dans ses défauts voir un défi
Ouvre ta fenêtre sur un arbre mort
Un enfant va naître, c'est lui le plus fort
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcement le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie
Vrijdag 4 april 1975
Full Moon And Empty Arms
Full Moon And Empty Arms ((aka All By Myself (by Eric Carmen) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Piano Concerto No. 2 In C Minor, Op. 18 (by Sergei Rachmaninoff) - 1900))
Composer(s): Sergei Rachmaninoff - Buddy Kaye - Ted Mossman
Performer(s): Ray Noble and His Orch. - 1946
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1996 - Sola Otra Vez (by Celine Dion)
2001 - Je Vous Aime Ainsi (by Jeanne Mas)
2003 - Da Solo No (by Tony Henry & The Royal Philharmonic Orch.)
Full moon and empty arms
The moon is there for us to share, but where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory
And every kiss could start a dream for two
Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you
Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
my empty arms will be filled with you
Donderdag 3 april 1975
The Latin Quarter
The Latin Quarter
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Rudy Vallée; Megan Lynch
So this is gay Paree!
Come on along with me
We're stepping out to see - the Latin Quarter
Put on your old beret - let's sing the Marseillaise
And put our wine away like water
And are you in the mood - to have some Latin food?
And have you ever wooed - a Latin daughter?
Hoo-ray for Lafayette - Hoo-ray for crêpe Suzette
If you ain't "et" one yet - you ought'er
Come on and
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Par... lez
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fran... çais
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Their... way
Oo-la-la-la
Comme si and comme ça
Cum si and cum s'ah)
That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling
That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter
They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong
Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la
We'll watch an artist paint - He'll take a gal who ain't
And paint her as a saint - for just a quarter
She poses just for art - She does it from the heart
She does it à la carte - He taught'er
That gal from Armentières - Who's been around for years
Will show you souvenirs - the soldiers brought'er
She owes a lot of thanks - to quite a lot of Yanks
For what a lot of Francs - they brought'er
Come on and
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Par... lez
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fran... çais
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Their... way
Oo-la-la-la
Comme si and comme ça
Cum si and cum s'ah)
That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling
That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter
They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong
Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la
Donderdag 3 april 1975
Chanter
Chanter
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ils m'addressent leurs chansonnettes
Avec au coeur un fol espoir
Comme si j'avais le pouvoir
De faire d'eux une vedette
De notre métier à facettes
On ne leur montre évidemment
Que le bon côté des paillettes
Sous les projecteurs éclatants
On se couche quand ils se lèvent
Le monde est beau et souriant
Et notre vie n'est plus qu'un rêve
Dans leurs têtes d'adolescents
L'argent l'amour les grands voyages
La gloire acquise à bon marché
Toute la panoplie d'usage
Que dément la réalité
Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Avoir une santé de fer
De la chance avec le talent
Et cette faculté de faire
Un sourire en serrant les dents
En écoutant claquer les portes
Sur votre nez à deux battants
Penser le diable les emporte
Croire en hiver à son printemps
Pour une vedette miracle
J'en ai tant vu depuis dix ans
Depuis vingt ans encore qui raclent
Leur guitare dans les beuglants
Leur vie passe par des lueurs
D'espoir et de reconcement
On les voit marcher lentement
Un ver qui leur ronge le coeur
Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Mais si ces propos vous irritent
Dans leur sombre réalité
Vous allez les jeter bien vite
Et n'en faire qu'à votre idée
Si vous sentez du fond de l'âme
Et du ventre jusqu'à vos mains
Brûler cette petite flamme
Contre laquelle on ne peut rien
Dans l'allégresse ou la démence
Vous partirez un beau matin
En suivant le chemin d'errance
Des saltimbanques musiciens
Que vous soit belle la bohême
Que soit clément votre destin
Il faut vivre ce que l'on aime
En payant le prix qui convient
Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Donderdag 3 april 1975
Full Moon
Full Moon
Spanish Title: Noche De Luna
Composer(s): Gonzalez Curiel;
Odette Jackson; Ethel Grainger; Bob Russell
Performer(s): Benny Goodman & Peggy Lee;
and various other artists
Full moon, filled with your own importance
For you think you deserve a bouquet
Though you've been admired for the longest time
You're not quite as great as they say
Full moon, when love is in flower
You're bursting with pride, filled with power
Full moon, when kisses are tender
Don't think it's because of your splendour
Full moon, I know what romance is
Enough of your sly, knowing glances
Long after stars close their sleepy eyes
And the glow of a full moon dies
My heart will still be full of love
Woensdag 2 april 1975
The Late Great Johnny Ace
The Late Great Johnny Ace
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Philip Glass
Performer(s): Paul Simon
I was reading a magazine
And thinking of a rock and roll song
The year was 1954
And I hadn't been playing that long
When a man came on the radio
And this is what he said
He said I hate to break it
To his fans
But Johnny Ace is dead
Well, I really wasn't
Such a Johnny Ace fan
But I felt bad all the same
So I sent away for his photograph
And I waited till it came
It came all the way from Texas
With a sad and simple face
And they signed it on the bottom
From the Late Great Johnny Ace
It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
It was 1964
I was living in London
With the girl from the summer before
It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
A year after J.F.K.
We were staying up all night
And giving the days away
And the music was flowing
Amazing
And blowing my way
On a cold December evening
I was walking through the Christmas tide
When a stranger came up and asked me
If I'd heard John Lennon had died
And the two of us
Went to this bar
And we stayed to close the place
And every song we played
Was for The Late Great Johnny Ace
Woensdag 2 april 1975
Chante L'amour
Chante L'amour
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Enfin le calme le silence
La nuit se glisse à mes genoux
Est-ce la chouette ou le hibou
Ce cri tendu de fer de lance
Plus rien ne se métamorphose
Ma vie se fige tout à coup
On dirait lorsque je compose
Que je joue mon dernier atout
Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix
Un papillon cogne à la vitre
Avec une ardeur obstinée
Une lumière sous le nez
Et nous voilà faisant le pitre
À chacun sa lampe sa source
À chacun son maître à danser
Emmène-moi sur ta Grande Ourse
O mon amour dont je suis né
Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix
Au loin les lumières s'allument
Ce papier qui me tend les bras
Chaque fois que je prends la plume
Je tremble de peur et de froid
Je vais j'hésite et je recule
Qui veut se délivrer de moi
Quel est donc ce feu qui me brûle
Qui sonne l'heure à ce beffroi
Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix
Le temps s'égrène sous la treille
Le crayon me glisse des doigts
Quand ta robe en passant m'éveille
L'amour est comme de la soie
Enfants jouez à la marelle
Dehors la pluie claque des doigts
Tes lèvres passent en bruit d'ailes
Je n'ai jamais aimé que toi
Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix
Woensdag 2 april 1975
Fui Mujer
Fui Mujer
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Dificil olvidar
todo lo que perdí
eso no es para mi
material de vida
botellas y almas queridas
que la noche sublima
en su medialuz.
Antes de ser varón
yo se que fui mujer
lo siento al recordar
algunos tramos
cuando me miro las manos
y son de un lejano
pais de otra piel
Nostalgia de otra vida
carbón que da la mina
la fuerza necesaria para arder
y en los ojos del espacio
va silvandome despacio
que soy trigo
pa’ que otros puedan comer
esto no termina nunca
el amor es la pregunta
y si estuve en otra vida fui mujer
Conozco la canción
falsia del querer
la trágica comedia de la hombria
creeen que llorar afemina
y el dolór los obliga
a llorar como mujer
Dinsdag 1 april 1975
The Last Worthless Evening
The Last Worthless Evening
Composer(s): Don Henley - John Corey - Stan Lynch
Performer(s): Don Henley
I know you broke up with him
And your heart's still on the shelf
It's been over two years for me
And I'm still not quite myself
You can't be with someone new
And you can't go back to him
You're beginning to realize
That it's sink or swim
I see you around sometimes
And my heart just melts
You're lookin' like if you had your wish
You'd be somewhere else
And it just breaks my heart
To see you here this way
Someday I'll get the nerve
To walk up to you and say
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
'Cause I'll be there
When your broken heart is on the mend
Every night it's the same old crowd in smokey rooms
You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes
But it never blooms
I've been around this block a time or two
And I've made some big mistakes
But girl I promise you, I promise you
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend
'Cause it won't be long
'Till your little heart is on the mend
People inside their houses with the shades pulled down
God knows, we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town
I know you're still afraid to rush into anything
But there're just so many summers
And just so many springs
And this is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend, baby
Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance
To show you love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend
Dinsdag 1 april 1975
D.i.s.c.o.
D.i.s.c.o.
Composer(s): Daniel Vangarde - Jean Kluger
Performer(s): Ottawan
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
Elle est disco
Elle est disco
Elle est disco
Elle est disco
Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Refrain
Elle est D
Délirante
Elle est I
Immorale
Elle est S
Suffisante
Elle est C
C'est terrible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D
D douce douce
Elle est I
Hyper belle
Elle est S
Super simple
Elle est C
C'est un rêve
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
(…)
Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Refrain
Dinsdag 1 april 1975
Fugue For Tinhors
Fugue For Tinhors
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Stubby Kaye Quintet;
and various other artists
Nicely:
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do
For Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night
Likes mud, likes mud
This "X" means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse like mud
Likes mud, likes mud
I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do
Paul Revere
I got the horse right here
Benny:
I'm pickin' Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
If he says the horse has chance
Has chance, has chance
I know it's Valentine
The morning works look fine
Besides, the jockey's brother's a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race
This guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race
Needs race, needs race
I go for Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
Valentine!
I got the horse right here
Rusty Charlie:
But look at Epitaph
He wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Big threat, big threat
This guy calls the horse big threat
If he calls the horse big threat
Big threat, big threat
And just a minute, boys
I got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, shows class
So make it Epitaph
He wins it by half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph!
I got the horse right here!
Maandag 31 maart 1975
Last Word In Lonesome Is Me
Last Word In Lonesome Is Me
Composer(s): Eddy Arnold
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
The last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely
The last word in lonesome is me
Too bad what's happened to our good love
Too bad what's happened to our good love
Sometimes our best isn't quite good enough
And the last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely
The last word in lonesome is me
Life is a desert and love quenches thirst
Life is a desert and love quenches thirst
We all have to hurt sometime this is my first time
The last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely
The last word in lonesome is me
Maandag 31 maart 1975
Chante... Comme Si Tu Devais Mourir Demain
Chante... Comme Si Tu Devais Mourir Demain
((Swedish Verion: Låt Oss Sjunga (Agneta Munther) - 1975))
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain
First release by: Michel Fugain - 1974
Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Aime la vie aime
Comm' un voyou comm' un fou comm' un chien
Comme si c'était ta dernière chance
Chante oui chante
Tu peux partir quand tu veux
Et tu peux dormir où tu veux
Rêver d'une fille
Prendre la Bastille
Ou claquer ton fric au jeu
Mais n'oublie pas
Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Fête fais la fête
Pour un amour un ami ou un rien
Pour oublier qu'il pleut sur tes vacances
Chante oui chante
Et tu verras que c'est bon
De laisser tomber sa raison
Sors par les fenêtres
Marche sur la tête
Pour changer les traditions
Mais n'oublie pas
Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
La la la....
Maandag 31 maart 1975
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