Donderdag 27 april 1972
Tata Yoyo
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Donderdag 27 april 1972
Music, Maestro, Please!
Music, Maestro, Please!
Composer(s): Herb Magidson; Allie Wrubel
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
A table near the band
A small one
Some cigarettes, a drink
Yes, a tall one
And, waiter, I could use
A chaser for my blues
Tonight I musn't think of her
Music, maestro, please!
Tonight
Tonight I must forget
How much I need her
So, Mister Leader
Play your lilting melodies
Ragtime, jazztime, swing
Any old thing
To help me ease the pain
That solitude can bring
She used to like waltzes
So please don't play a waltz
She danced divinely
And I loved her so
But there I go
Tonight I mustn't think of her
No more memories
Swing out
Tonight I must forget
Music, maestro, please!
Donderdag 27 april 1972
Going Underground
Going Underground
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam;
and various other artists
Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade
and I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money, of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak
What you see here is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground (going underground)
Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
These braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
Going underground, I'm going underground
I'm going underground, I'm going underground
These braying sheep on my tv screen...
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream...
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the brass band play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing, and the boys all shout
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the brass band play and feet go pow pow pow
Going underground (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout.....
.....for tomorrow
Woensdag 26 april 1972
Tata Teutonne
Tata Teutonne
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Otto est une tata teutonne
Pleine de tics et de totos
Qui s'autotète les tétés
En se titillant les tétons
Et sa mitrailleuse fait
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Assez porté sur la tortore
Il s'tape des tonnes de steak tartare
Puis Otto rote et jette hautain
Son étron au trou des tinettes
Son gros pétard pète et fait
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Pour ce teuton tout est torture
Tata ayant tâté de tout
Otto fait les tasses à tâtons
Oui mais question tutu tintin
Une voix derrière lui fait
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Ratatatata tata
Ratatatata
Woensdag 26 april 1972
Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In)
Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In)
Composer(s): Stephan Weiss; Bernie Baum
Performer(s): Teresa Brewer
and various other artists
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!
I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I want is kissin' you
And music! music! music!
Closer, my dear, come closer
The nicest part of any melody
Is when you're dancing close to me
So, put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!
I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I want is kissin' you
And music! music! music!
Closer, my dear, come closer
The nicest part of any melody
Is when you're dancing close to me
So, put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!
"C'mon, everybody! Put some nickels in! And keep that old
nickelodeon playing!"
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!
Woensdag 26 april 1972
Going To Try
Going To Try
Composer(s): Alvin Lee
Performer(s): Ten Years After
I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try
I’m gonna try and get my feet out of the sand
I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try
I’m gonna try and find out where’s the promised land
Where are you?
How do I know you’re true, know you’re true, know you’re true?
Now I can find what I want out of life, out of life
I wanna try, I wanna try
I wanna try and find out where’s the promised land
I wanna try, I wanna try
I wanna try and get my feet out of the sand
Dinsdag 25 april 1972
Taste Of India
Taste Of India
Composer(s): Glen Ballard - Joe Perry - Stephen Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what's gotten into you
Any cat man do when it's done
Yeah, she's got that kind of love incense
That lives in her back room
And when it mixes with the funk my friend
It turns into perfume
When you are born
You're afraid of the darkness
Then you're afraid of the light
But I'm not afraid
When I dance with my shadow
This time I'm gonna get it right
To think of what I'll get tonight
Just lookin' for a little taste
(A Taste Of India)
She'll steal the smile right off your face
Her Yin and Yang
Is just the thing
She's unpredictable my friend
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what's gotten into you
Any cat man do when it's done
It's like your first taste, love, of vindaloo
That sets your heart on fire
And if you let her stuff get into you
It will be all that you desire
When you make love to
A sweet tantric priestess
You drink in the bliss of delight
But I'm not afraid
When I dance with her shadow
This time I'm gonna get it right
She's gonna wake my appetite
Just lookin' for a little taste
(A Taste Of India)
She'll steal the smile right off your face
She a friend of mine
She a concubine
The sweetest wine
I gotta make her mine
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what's gotten into you
Any cat man do when it's done
Just think of what I'll get tonight
She's gonna wake my appetite
Just lookin' for a little taste
(A Taste Of India)
She'll steal the smile right off your face
Yow, yow...
Dinsdag 25 april 1972
Music To Watch Girls By
Music To Watch Girls By
Composer(s): Sid Ramin; Tony Velona
Performer(s): Andy Williams
and various other artists
The boys watch the girls
while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town
Up and down and over and across, romance is boss
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back
That makes the world go 'round
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back
That makes the world go 'round
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
La la la la la la la la la
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
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