Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
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Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
Musta Got Lost


Musta Got Lost
Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain’t supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-o-v-e
and if you abuse it yer goin to lose it
and if you lose it yer goin to abuse and
if you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose it
cuz you aint going to have it further on down the line
and things aint going to be so fine
and yer going to be sitting there on your little machine
tryin to look and keep it clean and
You’re going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
and that's why your sittin there by the telephone
and you know that she aint goin to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
segueing right into the Tomorrow show
but that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio
the radio don’t' seem to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
and there's somethin there you got to overlook
and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind!
"You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind
I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!"
So you start walking over to her house
and you get over to her house
and you walk over to her door and
you start poundin on her door and you say
"Open up the door bitch!”
This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door
and then you just kinda walk up to her and say
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
and you say "Oh my darling
you know her and me was at the party as friends
do not believe what they say
that's only gossip that they tellin ya
a wise crack of lies!"
You say Darling!!!
Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba
What's the name of the chick with the long hair?
(Rapunzle!) Hey Rapunzle!
Hey Raputa! Raputa the Buta!
Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climb
up to the ladder of your love!!
Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya
"Love comes once and when it comes
you better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love
you grab aint going to last and
I believe I musta
You know I think I musta
You know baby I think I musta
You know I think I musta
I musta got lost!!!!!!!
1…2….3…
Never thought about tomorrow
Seemed like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by
Shoulda loved, you told me
I refused to love, I let it die
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, musta got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don’t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I have a way to see it go
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Love can be a sweet thing
girl I just don't understand
made a game outta lovin' you
now I hold a loose hand
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line, hey
Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost
somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
C’mon
Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
Your lovin', give it to me all night long
I said your love got me higher
than I ever been lifted before
I said your love got me higher
than I ever been lifted before……
Somewhere……………………
Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
Golden Brown


Golden Brown
Composer(s): Jet Black;
Jean Jacques Burnel; Hugh Cornwell; Dave Greenfield
Performer(s): The Stranglers;
and various other artists
Golden brown
texture like sun
Lays me down
with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
no need to fight
Never a frown
with golden brown
Ev'ry time
just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
takes both my hands
Never a frown
with golden brown
Golden brown
finer temptress
Through the age she's heading west
From far away
stays for a day
Never a frown
with golden brown
Never a frown with golden brown
Never a frown with golden brown
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Tattletale
Tattletale
Composer(s): Bob Schaefer - Irving Rose - Jack Lawrence
You're a tattletale
You keep rushing to and fro
Babbling like a radio
Telling everything you know
When you're supposed to keep it in ya
You spread it from Virginia to Seattle
Tattletale
You're a tattletale
I should hide you on a shelf
You're a mischief-making elf
Even tattle on yourself
Altho' I tell you many secrets
They aren't any secrets when you prattle
Tattletale
It wouldn't matter that you chatter
And you get in my hair
If you'd get into my arms
Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care
About who married who, if it isn't me and you!
But you're lovable
I'm completely mad about
And what dreams I've had about you
You little gadabout
Why don't you shout it from a steeple
And tell a million people
That I love you, tattletale
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Mussolini's Letter To Hitler


Mussolini's Letter To Hitler
Composer(s): Carson J. Robison
Performer(s): Carson Robison
Dear Hitler: I wrote you a letter
And I used the new address you sent
But Moscow returned it this morning
With a word written on it in red
It’s a word I’ve been hearing quite often
And I know just how much it hurts
You’ve heard it yourself from the British
Dear Adolf, that word was Nerts!
I’m writing again for a favor
Although I feel sure it’s no use
But now that Japan is your fall guy
Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose!
I’m longing so much for the old days
When they greeted me with bravos
And I like the old salute better
Without their thumb to their nose
Your Gestapo you sent here to help me
Don’t know what a big shot I am
Please tell them their Bronx cheers annoy me
And I don’t like the way they say “Scram!”
The last speech I made to my people
I outlined your Russian idea
And instead of the cheers I expected
I heard someone snicker “Oh yeah?”
Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin
And here’s a suggestion he made
“Better tell your dear old friend Adolf
To brush up on his wallpaper trade
And the next time that you see Max Schmeling
Here’s something that he oughta know
The Yankees have got a new weapon
That’s known as Brown Bomber Joe”
Well Adolf, I better be closing
So Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil!
And please don’t forget that old promise
That you’d give me the whole British Isles!
P.S. Don’t think I’m complaining
But my wardrobe is looking quite sad
Can you spare me an old suit of Goering’s?
Maybe it won’t smell too bad
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Golden Boy


Golden Boy
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Écoutez-moi bien
Voici la confession d'un homme de bien
Comme quoi parti de pas grand chose
On peut arriver à rien
J'téléphone, je n'faxe pas
J'cherche pas mes mots, je n'écris pas
J'ai perdu l'sens de la grammaire
J'suis r'tourné à l'ère primaire
Mes pensées sont banales
Enrichissantes, certes, mais vénales
"Golden Boy", j'suis dans les affaires
J'côtoies les grands de cett' terre
En amour là, j'suis mal
J'dévalue, j'gagne pas à l'oral
La bourse de Tokyo vers minuit
9 heures de New York, c'est 15 heures à Paris
Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
"Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
C'qui est compatible dans la vie
C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
Déjà p'tit, à l'école
J'faisais dans l'traffic de chewing-gum
Coco-boer et Tutti Frutti
Contre un d'voir, j'gonflais les prix
Tête dans l'ordinateur
J'suis devenu myope boursicoteur
Puis un "raider" m'a tout appris
Tous sauf le sens de la vie
"Golden Boy", ça fait désordre
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Sortir tard les clients
"Queen", "Bains Douches", les endrotis "chébrans"
Surtout pour un couple, c'est l'enfer garanti.
"Golden Boy", ça doit faire
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
"Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
C'qui est compatible dans la vie
C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
"Golden Boy", ça doit faire
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Golden Boy
Golden Boy
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Tattler


Tattler
((Adapted from: You Can't Stop A Tattler - Part 2 (Washington Phillips) - 1968))
Composer(s): Ry Cooder - Russ Titelman - Washington Phillips
Performer(s): Ry Cooder - 1974
and multiple other artists
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no
It's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree
Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be
But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home
But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" "
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!


Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La Musique... La Musique...
Où elle était la Musique?
Dans les salons lustrés aux lustres vénérés?
Dans les concerts secrets aux secrets crinolines?
Dans les temps reculés aux reculs empaffés?
Dans les palais conquis aux conquêtes câlines?
C'est là qu'elle se pâme c'est là qu'elle se terre la Musique...
Nous c'est dans la rue qu'on la veut la Musique!
Et elle y viendra!
Et nous l'aurons la Musique!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Depuis voilà bientôt trente ans
Depuis voilà bientôt dix jours
Depuis voilà bientôt ta gorge
Depuis voilà bientôt ta source
Depuis que je traîne ma course
Au creux des nuits comme un forçat
À patibuler mon écorce
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Je suis un arbre non daté
Depuis que je bois à ma porte
Et que de l'enfer tu m'apportes
De quoi trancher sur l'avenir
Depuis que rien ne se dévore
À part les ombres sur le mur
Depuis que tu me sers encore
La défaite sur canapé
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Une araignée m'a dit "bonsoir"
Elle se traînait au crépuscule
Depuis que mon âme bascule
Vers des pays plus mécaniques
Depuis que gavé de musique
Je vais porter ma gueule ailleurs
Une araignée m'a dit "d'ailleurs
Le tout c'est d'avoir la pratique"
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Ludwig! Ludwig! T'es sourdingue?
Ludwig la Joie Ludwig la Paix
Ludwig! L'orthographe c'est con!
Et puis c'est d'un très haut panache
Et ton vin rouge a fait des taches
Sur ta portée des contrebasses
Ludwig! Réponds! T'es sourdingue ma parole!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Cela doit-il être?
Cela est!
La Musique... La Musique...
Où est-elle aujourd'hui?
La Musique se meurt Madame!
Penses-tu! La Musique?
Tu la trouves à Polytechnique
Entre deux équations, ma chère!
Avec Boulez dans sa boutique
Un ministre à la boutonnière
Dans la rue la Musique!
Music? in the street!
La Musica? nelle strade!
Beethoven strasse!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Cela doit-il être?
Cela est!
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Golden Arrow


Golden Arrow
Composer(s): Harry Williams; Egbert Van Alstyne
Out in the shade of a glade sat a maid
with burning cheeks all aglow
Eyes black as night
but as bright as the light of any sunset in Idaho
For by her side was the pride of a tribe
the son of Chief Arrow-Bow
And in the ear of his dear
sweet and clear
he whispered low
She then replied "I'm your bride by your side
We'll hunt the big buffalo
I'll be your dear, never fear, ever near
For I'm your Arrow and you're my beau
You lead the way where you may from today
for you must guide me, you know"
"Then I can see we'll agree
come with me," said Arrow-Bow
"My little Golden Arrow I love you
You've pierced my heart it's true
pretty Sioux, through and through
Take me to be your fallen sparrow, do
For Golden Arrow my life belongs to you"
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Tatoué Jérémie


Tatoué Jérémie
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Parce qu'il avait cette fille dans la peau
Et pour ne pas l'oublier
Il se l'était fait tatouer
Tatouer
Juste à la place du coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Jérémie
Tout l'monde en coeur!
Tatouer un coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
On peut lire à l'intérieur
Jérémie
De même sur les avant-bras
Tatoué Jérémie
De même où ça n'se voit pas
Jérémie
Encore une fois!
Où ça n'se voit pas
Tatoué Jérémie
C'est à dire un peu plus bas
Jérémie
Malheur de malheur maintenant qu'il n'l'aime plus
Comment faire pour effacer
Ce qu'il a fait tatouer
Tatouer
Faudrait arracher ce coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Qu'est tatoué sur son coeur
Jérémie
Tout le monde en coeur!
Arraché ce coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Avec c'qu'il y a à l'intérieur
Jérémie
De même pour les avants-bras
Tatoué Jérémie
Surtout où ça n'se voit pas
Jérémie
Encore une fois!
Où ça n'se voit pas
Tatoué Jérémie
C'est-à-dire un peu plus bas
Jé-ré-mie
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Muskrat Ramble


Muskrat Ramble
Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Kid Ory
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
and various other artists
Shufflin', shufflin', shufflin' down
Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
Look at that train number 709
It's a fuffin' and a puffin' and comin' on time
Who do you think is about to arrive
It's the band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum
Da da da da dum
Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
You never heard it played, join in the big parade
Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
Come on and ramble along
Loooooook at them a shufflin' shufflin' down
Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
Seeeee that 709
Huffin' and puffin' on time
Who do you think's about to arrive
The band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum
Da da da da dum
Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
You never heard it played, join in the big parade
Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
Come on and ramble along
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Gold Records In The Snow


Gold Records In The Snow
Composer(s): Benny Barnes; Gordon Baxter
Performer(s): Benny Barnes
From the City of Angels
And the deep East Texas Pines
From the plains of bold West Texas came three young men so fine
From their lips came the golden songs that young hearts are made to
know
From the spotlights of a crowded stage or a lonely radio
Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Biggest Bopper who
Left them rockin' and rollin' in the ailes and then rose into the blue
In the cold dark skies flew a tiny plane, the pilot just left his bride
In the heavens never to return with three new stars inside
On a lonely farm in Iowa beside an old fence row
They searched the wreckage just to find gold records in the snow
Now their last show is over and the story has been told
We've got their golden records but everything they have is gold
Maandag 1 mei 1972
'Tater Pie


'Tater Pie
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
Performer(s): Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
and multiple other artists
Ever since I've been so high
I've been a fool for 'tater pie
It makes no difference how I stuff
I never seem to get enough
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie
Fer I just love that 'tater pie
I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie
Fer I just love that 'tater pie
I'm lookin' for a gal that cooks
I don't care much the way she looks
I'll be hers until I die
If she can make a 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
E-per, i-per, pass a piece a pie
Fer I just love that 'tater pie
I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie,
Chocolate, cherry, boysenberry
Nothin's good as 'tater pie
Now after we have made the match
We'll raise a great big 'tater patch
And we'll just let the world go by
And live on love and 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
E-per, i-per, pass me the pie
Fer I just love that 'tater pie
I love 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
Hold your 'tater, stay a little later
We'll all have some 'tater pie
Pie, pie, 'tater pie, P-i-e, E-i-p, pie
E-per, i-per, pass me the pie
Fer I just love that 'tater pie
Maandag 1 mei 1972
Muskrat Love


Muskrat Love
Composer(s): Willis Alan Ramsey
Performer(s): America; Captain & Tennille
Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin', it's pretty pleasin'
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in the muskrat land
And they shimmy and Sammy's so skinny
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jinglin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love
Nibblin' on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie, "honey, would you please
Be my missus," and she says yes with her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy, rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle now, anything goes
As they wiggle and Sue starts to giggle
Maandag 1 mei 1972
Gold Fever


Gold Fever
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; André Previn
Performer(s): Clint Eastwood
I would give the world to see
How I used to be
When I had no axe to grind
Except for choppin' wood
Day was day, and night was night
Wrong was never right
Didn't matter where I went
As much as where I stood
I had dreams, average size
There were stars in the skies
Not my eyes
Then I got gold fever
No romp 'n rollin' girl and fellow stuck
Can cure the gold fever
Nothin' can help you but the yellow stuff
What can stop that itchin'?
Ain't around the kitchen
Gold, gold, hooked am I
Susannah, go ahead and cry
Once we all did honest work
Farmer, lawyer, clerk
Married men, and single men
And some who ain't so sure
Now I look at them and see
Duplicates of me
Cured of what we suffered from
And sufferin' from the cure
Who can say, why we came?
Where's the hope, where's the flame?
We're the same
When you've got Gold fever
No romp 'n rollin' girl and fellow stuck
Can cure the gold fever
Nothin' can help you but the yellow stuff
What can stop that itchin'
Ain't around the kitchen
Gold, gold, hooked am I
Susannah, go ahead and cry
Gold fever, gold fever, gold fever, gold fever, gold fever
Deal!
Zondag 30 april 1972
Tatave


Tatave
Composer(s): A. Siminin - Henri Crolla
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
La venue au monde, c'est un vrai char
'y a de périodes pour les veinards
Puis d'autres où ne naissent que des cloches
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, c'est là qu'il s'est trouvé
Il a tiré, tiré
À la loterie de l'existence
La série des ceu'ze qu'ont pas de chance
Des pas beaux gosses et des paumés
Des ceu'ze qui bectent à la cuisine
Qui marchent à côté de leurs bottines
Et qui doivent jamais la ramener
Tatave! Tatave!
Il était pas gâté!
Dans ces cas-là, sans hésiter
La raison commande de chercher
Sans tarder une consolation
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, dans le piège, il est tombé
Il a tiré, tiré
Au jeu de l'amour, une mauvaise brème
Un de ces lots qui disent "comme on s'aime"
Juste à la veille de vous doubler
De ces filles ardentes et si belles
Que rien semble assez beau pour elles
Tant on craint de les voir se tirer
Tatave! Tatave!
Cette môme, elle t'a quimpée!
Dès qu'il eût connu cette souris
Tatave alla chercher le grisby
Indispensable pour la gâter
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin
Tatave, à ce truc-là, s'est mouillé
Il a tiré, tiré
Sur l'employé qui faisait de la rebiffe
Tiré sur deux mecs de la renifle
Qui surgissaient, enfouraillés
Pas pressés de mourir, les perdreaux
À cette pomme, ont pas fait de cadeau
Tatave su' l'tas il est tombé
Tatave! Tatave! Tatave, il t'a repassé!...
Tatave! Tatave! Le jeu était truqué...
Pauvre Tatave
Zondag 30 april 1972
Musique De Ma Vie


Musique De Ma Vie
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Entre dans mon poème unique passion
Qu'il soit uniquement ta respiration
Immobile sans toi désert de ton absence
Qu'il prenne enfin de toi son sens et sa puissance
Il sera ce frémissement de ta venue
Le bonheur de mon bras touché de ta main nue
Il sera comme à l'aube un lieu de long labour
Quand l'hiver se dissipe et l'herbe sort au jour
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Entre dans mon poème où les mots qui t'accueillent
Ont le palpitement obscur et doux des feuilles
Où t'entourent la fuite et l'ombre des oiseaux
Et le cheminement invisible des eaux
Tout t'appartient Je suis tout entier ton domaine
Ma mémoire est à toi Toi seule t'y promènes
Toi seule va foulant mes sentiers effacés
Mes songes et mes cerfs t'y regardent passer
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Que je n'entende plus qu'en moi ce coeur dompté
Assieds-toi c'est le soir et souris c'est l'été
Du jardin que les murs de tous côtés endiguent
Où l'ombre a la senteur violente des figues
Mais déjà c'est ta lèvre et ce couple c'est nous
C'est toi le clair de lune où je tombe à genoux
Et la terrasse y tremble et la pierre se trouble
Etoiles dans ma nuit ma violette double
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Empare-toi de moi jusqu'au profond de l'âme
Musique de ma vie ô mon parfum ma femme
Zondag 30 april 1972
Gold & Silver


Gold & Silver
Composer(s): Shurt Legate
Performer(s): George Jones;
and various other artists
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you more
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you love
Don't have a gold mine or a mansion
Haven't even got you a finger ring
Deep in my heart there's a little secret now
I'm gonna share it with you
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you more
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you love
They can have the gold in Fort Knox Kentucky
As far as we're gonna stand on love
I knew a man once had lots of money
Cried every night for love
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you more
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you love
I'd rather have a sweet girl's love
than to hold a rich man's gold
Don't have a penny in our pockets
I know we're gonna live on love
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you more
Gold and silver have I none
I can give you love...
Zaterdag 29 april 1972
Make The Madness Stop


Make The Madness Stop
Composer(s): Chris Dedrick - Sandy Zynczak
Performer(s): The Free Design
Come along, come along
Follow the way that leads between madness and madness
Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense
Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson
Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and mens grouping groping nonsense
Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity
Doesn't that sound corny
Wish that I were corny
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Zaterdag 29 april 1972
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