Woensdag 17 juli 1974
The French Can-Can Polka
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The French Can-Can Polka
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Woensdag 17 juli 1974
Ce N'est Qu'un Au Revoir
Ce N'est Qu'un Au Revoir
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
À pied, en avion, en voiture
avec ou sans bagage
ce fût de belles aventures
Merci pour le voyage
oui nous nous reverrons Mitchell
Ce n'est qu'un au revoir
À bientôt pour d'autres aventures
Ce n'est qu'un au revoir
Ce n'est qu'un au revoir
Ce n'est qu'un au revoir ...
Woensdag 17 juli 1974
For My Good Fortune
For My Good Fortune
Composer(s): Otis Blackwell; Bobby Stevenson
Performer(s): Pat Boone;
The Blackwell Brothers
I wanna clap my hands
I wanna clap my hands
I wanna clap my hands
For my good fortune
I wanna clap my feet
I wanna clap my feet
I wanna clap my feet
For my good fortune
Each time I hold you
I'm really in a spin
You can see without your love
Just where I-I mighta been
I'm gonna give a shout
Stand right up and shout
I'm gonna give a shout
Clap my feet, clap my hands
For my good fortune
Each time I hold you
I'm really in a spin
You can see without your love
Just where I mighta been
I'm gonna give a shout
Stand right up and shout
I'm gonna give a shout
I'm gonna clap my feet
I'm gonna clap my hands
For my good fortune
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Dinsdag 16 juli 1974
The Free Electric Band
The Free Electric Band
Composer(s): Albert Hammond - Mike Hazelwood
Performer(s): Albert Hammond; Ray Conniff & The Singers
My father is a doctor he's a family man
my mother works for charity whenever she can
and they're both good clean americans who abide by the law
and they both stick up for liberty and they both support the war
my happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
for summers in a summer camp and winters in the town
my future in the system was talked about and planned
but I gave it up for music and The Free Electric Band
I went to school in handwashed shirts with neatly ordered hair
and the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
and the teachers taught us values that we had to learn to keep
and they'd clip the ear of any idle kid who went to sleep
my father organised for me a college in the east
but I went to California the sunshine and the beach
my parents and my lecturers could never understand
why I gave it up for music and The Free Electric Band
well they used to sit and speculate upon their son's career
a lawyer or a doctor or a civil engineer
just give me bread and water put a guitar in my hand
cos all I need is music and The Free Electric Band
my father sent me money and I spent it very fast
on a girl I met in Berkeley in a social science class
yes and we learnt about her body but her mind we didn't know
until deep rooted attitudes and morals began to show
she wanted to get married even though she never said
but I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
she'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
so I gave her up for music and The Free Electric Band
ooh... The Free Electric Band...
Dinsdag 16 juli 1974
Ce N'est Pas Une Vie
Ce N'est Pas Une Vie
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Ce n'est pas une vie
De passer ton son temps
Dans les bains de vapeur
Chez les masseurs sauvages
En craignant sans répit
Qu'un fil de cheveux blanc
Trahisse à tout moment
La teinture et son âge
Ce n'est pas une vie
De te priver de tout
Et de crever de faim
Quand les autres déjeunent
Comptant les calories
Comme on compte ses sous
Pour paraître plus fin
Et te prétendre jeune
Ce n'est pas une vie
De croire qu'il te faut
Pour tromper les années
Te confier à l'adresse
D'un as chirurgien
Qui sait tirer les peaux
Comme pour les tanner
Et rendre la jeunesse
Ce n'est pas une vie
Courir les discothèques
Affublé des vieux jean
Qui boudine et bedonne
Et gaspiller tes nuits
Et ton argent avec
Pour bluffer des gamines
Et ne duper personne
Ce n'est pas une vie
De donner à ton coeur
Qui est loin d'être neuf
Des fatigues abusives
Par des acrobaties
Pour prouver ta vigueur
En soufflant comme un boeuf
À chaque tentative
Ce n'est pas une vie
D'honorer la beauté
Et de rater son but
Notre amour propre flambe
On reste sur le lit
Fumant l'air détaché
Mais toute honte bue
Et l'âge entre les jambes
Ce n'est pas une vie
Tout imbibé d'alcool
D'entrer au petit jour
Chez toi à quatre pattes
Fouiller la pharmacie
Le foie au vitriol
Croyant trouver secours
Dans la bicarbonate
Ce n'est pas une vie
Et ça ne sert à rien
D'aller contre le temps
Inconscient et frivole
Ça va pour aujourd'hui
Mais qui sait si demain
Tu n'iras pas bavant
Aux sorties des écoles
Garde ta dignité
Et dis-toi qu'après tout
Chaque âge a ses trésors
Ses printemps, ses folies
Être et avoir été
N'est qu'un rêve de fou
Mais passé l'âge d'or
Le rêve c'est la vie
Dinsdag 16 juli 1974
For My Broken Heart
For My Broken Heart
Composer(s): Liz Hengber; Keith Palmer
Performer(s): Reba McEntire;
The Countdown Singers; Hit Crew
There were no angry words at all
As we carried boxes down the hall
One by one we put them in your car
Nothing much for us to say
One last goodbye and you drove away
I watched your tail-lights
As they faded in the dark
I couldn't face the night in that lonely bed
So I laid down on the couch instead
Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep
Then I cried myself to sleep
So sure life wouldn't go on without you
But oh this sun is blinding me
As it wakes me from the dark
I guess the world didn't stop
For my broken heart
Clocks still tickin, life goes on
Radio still plays a song
As I try to put my scattered thoughts in place
And it takes all the strength I've got
To stumble to the coffee pot
The first of many lonely mornings I've got to face
You call to see if I'm ok
Look out the window and I just say
Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep
Then I cried myself to sleep
So sure life wouldn't go on without you
But oh this sun is blinding me
As it wakes me from the dark
I guess the world didn't stop
For my broken heart
I guess the world ain't gonna stop
For my broken heart
Maandag 15 juli 1974
The Free And Easy
The Free And Easy
Composer(s): Roy Turk - Fred Ahlert
Performer(s): Ambrose & His Band
Free and easy
Smell the floor with wax
Let yourself relax
Loosen up your backs
Free and easy
Starting breezy
Let your elbows sag
Let your tootsies drag
Like you've hired a flag (?)
Free and easy
Slavin'
Bravin'
One foot in the grave n'
Grab yourself a partner now
Slow go
Showgirls
Never had a beau girls
Here's your only chance and how
If you please-ly
While the music plays
You can dance for days
To the lazy craze
Free and easy
Maandag 15 juli 1974
Ce N'est Pas Tout D'être Mon Père
Ce N'est Pas Tout D'être Mon Père
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Maxime le Forestier
Du fait qu'un couple de fieffés
Minables a pris le café
Du pauvre, on naît et nous voilà
Contraints d'estimer ces gens-là
Parc' qu'un minus de cinq à sept
Chevauche une pauvre mazette
Qui resta froide, sortit du
Néant un qui n'aurait pas dû
Ce n'est pas tout d'être mon père
Il faut aussi me plaire
Êtr' mon fils ce n'est pas tout
Il faut me plaire itou
Trouver son père sympathique
C'est pas automatique
Avoir un fils qui nous agrée
Ce n'est pas assuré
Quand on s'avise de venir
Sur terre, il faut se prémunir
Contre la tentation facile
D'être un rejeton d'imbécile
Ne pas mettre au monde un connard
C'est malcommode et c'est un art
Que ne pratique pas souvent
La majorité des vivants
Ce n'est pas tout d'être mon père
Il faut aussi me plaire
Êtr' mon fils ce n'est pas tout
Il faut me plaire itou
Trouver son père sympathique
C'est pas automatique
Avoir un fils qui nous agrée
Ce n'est pas assuré
L'enfant naturel, l'orphelin
Est malheureux et je le plains
Mais, du moins, il n'est pas tenu
Au respect d'un père inconnu.
Jésus, lui, fut plus avisé
Et plutôt que de s'exposer
A prendre un crétin pour papa
Il aima mieux n'en avoir pas
Ce n'est pas tout d'être mon père
Il faut aussi me plaire
Êtr' mon fils ce n'est pas tout
Il faut me plaire itou
Trouver son père sympathique
C'est pas automatique
Avoir un fils qui nous agrée
Ce n'est pas assuré
C'est pas un compte personnel
Que je règle; mon paternel
Brave vieux, me plaisait beaucoup
Etait tout à fait à mon goût
Quant à moi qui, malgré des tas
De galipettes de fada
N'ai point engendré de petits
J'n'ai pas pu faire d'abrutis
Ce n'est pas tout d'être mon père
Il faut aussi me plaire
Êtr' mon fils ce n'est pas tout
Il faut me plaire itou
Trouver son père sympathique
C'est pas automatique
Avoir un fils qui nous agrée
Ce n'est pas assuré
Maandag 15 juli 1974
For Miss Caulker
For Miss Caulker
Composer(s): Eric Burdon
Performer(s): The Animals; The Tee Set
Well, you've been gone
For fourteen long days
Yes, you've been gone
For fourteen long, lonely days
And I'm prayin' to the Lord
Please don't take my love away...
Come back home
All I want is you
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey
Come back home, baby
You know all I want is you
You know you'll never find another boy
To treat you like I used to treat you
Oh baby,
Baby, why don't you come back home to me
Hey, baby baby,
Why don't you come back home to me
I want you to come back home baby
Baby, please set me free...
Zondag 14 juli 1974
The Freckle Song
The Freckle Song
Composer(s): Harry Stewart - Larry Vincent
Performer(s): Larry Vincent & His Lookout Boys
and multiple other artists
Now I've got a girl that I'm just simply wild about
Folks say that I sure am a lucky boy
Well ev'rywhere we go, the folks all rave about
This pretty little bundle of joy
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
And when she's in my arms it's paradise
Oh she smells just like a rose
From her head down to her toes
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
(Yes... Well, howdy-doody, doody... Wave on, brother, yes, yes)
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
And when she's in my arms it's paradise
All the sailors give her a chase
'Cause they love her navel base
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
(Yes, a-rompin' and a-stompin' around now... Take it out, Eddie)
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
And when she's in my arms it's paradise
She looks just like my Nelly
From her head down to her elbow
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
(Ah, yes, sure soundin' nice... Ain't it the truth)
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
And when she's in my arms it's paradise
In a classroom she's a loafer
But get her on a sofa
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice, yes
(Well, Roy, play it son, play it... ah, yes)
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
And when she's in my arms it's paradise
She was born in Hackensack
She made a fortune on her career
She's got freckles on her but... she's nice
Zondag 14 juli 1974
Ce N'est Pas Parce Que
Ce N'est Pas Parce Que
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Ce n'est pas parce que
L'automne et l'hiver viendront
Qu'il faut avoir peur de l'été
Ce n'est pas parce que
L'automne et l'hiver viendront
Qu'il faut arrêter le printemps
Les bourgeons éclatent
La fête est là
Et ma vie qui vole en éclats
Mais déjà tu trembles
Nos cœurs sont à nu
Tu vois les hivers revenus
Ce n'est pas parce que
Nos mots d'amour pâliront
Qu'il faut les serrer dans nos cœurs
Ce n'est pas parce que
Ses feuilles s'envoleront
Qu'il faut arrêter le muguet
Je t'ai dit: Je t'aime
Un matin de mai
Ces mots tu ne les dis jamais
Que pleuvent les feuilles
Que pleure le temps
J'irai toujours le cœur battant
Ce n'est pas parce que
Les nuits recommenceront
Qu'il faut avoir peur du soleil
Ce n'est pas parce que
L'automne et l'hiver viendront
Qu'il faut arrêter le printemps
Zondag 14 juli 1974
For Me And My Gal
For Me And My Gal
Composer(s): George W. Meyer;
Edgar Leslie; E. Ray Goetz
Performer(s): Judy Garland & Gene Kelly;
and various other artists
What a beautiful day
For a wedding in May
See the people all stare
At the lovable pair
She's a vision of joy
He's the luckiest boy
In his wedding array
Hear him smilingly say....
The bells are ringing for me and my gal
The birds are singing for me and my gal
Ev'rybody's been knowing to a wedding they're going
And for weeks they're been sewing, ev'ry Susie and Sal
They're congregating for me and my gal
The Parson's waiting for me and my gal
And sometime, I'm goin' to build a little home for two
For three or four, or more, in Loveland for me and my gal
See the relatives there
Looking over the pair
They can tell at a glance
It's a loving romance
It's a wonderful sight
As the fam'lies unite
Gee! it makes the boy proud
As he says to the crowd....
The bells are ringing for me and my gal
The birds are singing for me and my gal
Ev'rybody's been knowing to a wedding they're going
And for weeks they're been sewing, ev'ry Susie and Sal
They're congregating for me and my gal
The Parson's waiting for me and my gal
And sometime, I'm goin' to build a little home for two
For three or four, or more, in Loveland for me and my gal
Zaterdag 13 juli 1974
The Fox
The Fox
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Burl Ives
The fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
He ran til he came to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were put therein
"A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o"
He grabbed the gray goose by the neck
Throwed a duck across his back
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack
And their legs a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack
And their legs a-dangling down-o
Then old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Crying, "John, John! The gray goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o"
Crying, "John, John! The gray goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o!"
Then John, he went to the top of the hill
Blowed his horn both loud and shrill
The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
Or they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!"
The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
Or they'll soon be on my trail-o!"
He ran till he came to his cozy den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
They said, "Daddy, better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!"
They said, "Daddy, better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!
Then the fox and his wife without any strife
Cut up the goose with a fork and knife
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o
Zaterdag 13 juli 1974
Ce N'est Pas Méchant
Ce N'est Pas Méchant
Composer(s): Johnny Hallyday - Nathalie Guenet
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Parc'qu'ils sont au seuil de la vie
Et parce que tout, tout leur souris
Les jeunes parfois font du chahut
Ils se bousculent dans la rue
Mais je vous le dit simplement
Ce n'est pas méchant
S'ils portent les cheveux un peu longs
Des blue jeans et même des blousons
C'est qu'ils en pincent pour cette tenue
Et c'est mieux que d'marcher nu
Aussi je le dit simplement
Ce n'est pas méchant
Parmi les gens plus âgé
Qui leur donnent tort
Il en est en vérité
Qui font bien plus fort
Et on se demande à les voir parfois
Faire la nouba
Si les jeunes c'est bien ce que l'on croit
On peut les voir quand vient l'printemps
À trois ou quatre c'est amusant
Sur une moto d'un demi cheval
Qui fait un bruit infernal
Mais entre nous sincèrement
Ce n'est pas méchant
Parce qu'ils claquent des doigts en chantant
On dit que les jeunes sont fatiguants
Oui oui oui et dans les machines à sous
Qui dansent et font les p'tits fous
Entre nous j'l'avoue franchement
Ce n'est pas méchant
Parfois à la belle saison
Filles et garçons
Sans s'occuper des passants
S'embrassent sur un banc
Alors on se met à les critiquer
C'est insensé
Puisque l'amour n'est pas un péché
Parce qu'ils ne sont pas encore mûrs
Aux joies, aux peines de la nature
Oui oui oui pardonnez leurs ces petits défauts
Ils ne sont pas bien bien gros
Mais au fond tout ça vraiment
Ce n'est pas méchant
Ce n'est pas méchant
Ce n'est pas méchant
Zaterdag 13 juli 1974
For Mama
For Mama
((Adapted from: La Mamma (French Version) (by Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Charles Aznavour - Don Black
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1964
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - La Mamma (Zij Kwamen Overal Vandaan) (by Corry Brokken)
1964 - La Mamma (Italian Version) (by Charles Aznavour)
1964 - Mama (by Vice Vukov)
1965 - La Mamá (by Raphael)
1965 - Mamãe (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
1978 - La Mamma (Dutch Version) (by Will Tura)
She said my son I beg of you
I have a wish that must come true
The last thing you can do
For mama
Please promise me that you will stay
And take my place while I'm away
And give the children love each day
I had to smile what could I say?
How hard I tried to find the words
I prayed she would not see me cry
So much to say that should be heard
But only time to say goodbye to mama
Now soon there'll be another spring
And I will start remembering
The way she loved to hear us sing
Her favourite song 'Ave Maria'
Ave Maria
The children all have grown up now
I kept my promise to mama
I cannot guide them anymore
I've done my best all for mama
Ave Maria
Still this seems so very small
For all
She did for me
Vrijdag 12 juli 1974
Four Winds And The Seven Seas
Four Winds And The Seven Seas
Composer(s): Hal David - Don Rodney
Performer(s): Mel Tormé
and multiple other artists
You ask where I live
Here's the address I give
The four winds and the seven seas
The hills were my home
Till I started to roam
The four winds and the seven seas
My love and I
Would sit and sigh
Till the moon grew pale
We vowed and said someday we'd wed
In the church in the vale
A train came to town
And a stranger stepped down
A smilin' so my love could see
She answered his smile
And then after awhile
The only stranger there was me
And that is why my heart and I
Follow every breeze
You ask where I live
Here's the address I give
The four winds and the seven seas
The four winds and the seven seas
You ask where I live
Here's the address I give
The four winds and the seven seas
(The four winds and the seven seas)
The seven seas
Vrijdag 12 juli 1974
Ce N'est Pas Juste Après Tout
Ce N'est Pas Juste Après Tout
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
C'est pas juste après tout
Que tu moques ainsi de mes larmes
L'amour m'a rendu fou
De ton corps, de tes yeux et de tes charmes
C'est pas juste, crois-moi
Que tu me traite comme une bête
Il serait temps qu'enfin tu t'arrête
Quand je me meurs pour toi
Ne vois-tu pas
C'est pas juste et je cours
Jour après jour après des chimères
En attendant ce jour
Ce jour béni qu'enfin mon cœur espère
Donne-moi les joies dont j'ai rêvé
Oh mon amour, ne soit pas sans pitié
Viens, mon cœur, l'amour est là pour nous aimer
C'est pas juste, crois-moi
Que tu me traite comme une bête
Il serait temps qu'enfin tu t'arrête
Quand je me meurs pour toi
Ne vois-tu pas
C'est pas juste et je cours
Jour après jour après des chimères
En attendant ce jour
Ce jour béni qu'enfin mon cœur espère
Donne-moi les joies dont j'ai rêvé
Oh mon amour, ne soit pas sans pitié
Par l'amour, vois-tu, je suis touché à mort....
Vrijdag 12 juli 1974
For Lovin' Me
For Lovin' Me
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Peter, Paul And Mary;
and various other artists
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone, as you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I've found
Movin' is my stock in trade, I'm movin' on
I won't think of you when I'm gone
So don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone, as you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
Donderdag 11 juli 1974
The Fountain Of Lamneth
The Fountain Of Lamneth
Composer(s): Geddy Lee - Alex Lifeson - Neil Peart
Performer(s): Rush
I. In The Valley
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very wide
Images around me
Don't identify inside
Just one blur I recognize
The one that soothes and feeds
My way of life is easy
And as simple are my needs
Yet my eyes are drawn toward
The mountain in the east
Fascinates and captivates
Gives my heart no peace
The mountain holds the sunrise
In the prison of the night
Till bursting forth from rocky chains
The valley floods with light
Living one long sunrise
For to me all things are new
I've never watched the sky grow pale
Or strolled through fields of dew
I do not know of dust to dust
I live from breath to breath
I live to climb that mountain to
The fountain of lamneth
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II. Didacts And Narpets
Listen...
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III. No One At The Bridge
Crying back to consciousness
The coldness grips my skin
The sky is pitching violently
Drawn by shrieking winds
Seaspray blurs my vision
Waves roll by so fast
Save my ship of freedom
I'm lashed helpless to the mast
Call out for direction
And there's no one there to steer
Shout out for salvation
But there's no one there to hear
Cry out supplication
For the maelstrom is near
Scream out desperation
But no one cares to hear
Remembering when first I held
The wheel in my own hands
I took the helm so eagerly
And sailed for distant lands
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just don't understand
Why must my crew desert me
When I need a guiding hand
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IV. Panacea
The whiteness of confusion
Is unfolding from my mind
I stare around in wonder
Have I left my life behind
I catch the scent of ambergris
And turn my head... surprised
My gaze is caught and held
And I am helpless, mesmerized
Panacea -- liquid grace
Oh let me touch your gentle face
Enchantment falls around me
And I know I cannot leave
Here's a meaning for my life
A shelter from the storm
Pacify my troubles with
Her body, soft and warm
Naked in our unity
A smile for every tear
Gentle hands that promise me
Comfort through the years
Yet I know I must be gone
Before the light of dawn
Panacea -- passion pure
I can't resist your gentle lure
My heart will lie beside you
And my wandering body grieves
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V. Bacchus Plateau
Another endless day
Silhouettes of grey
Another glass of wine
Drink with eyes that shine
To days without that chill at morning
Nights time out of mind
Draw another goblet
From the cask of '43
Crimson misty memory
Hazy glimpse of me
Give me back my wonder
I've something more to give
I guess it doesn't matter
there's not much more to live
Another foggy dawn
The mountain almost gone
Another doubtful fear
The road is not so clear
My soul grows ever weary
And the end is ever near
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VI. The Fountain
Look... the mist is rising
And the sun is peaking through
See, the steps grow lighter
As I reach their final few
Hear, the dancing waters
I must be drawing near
Feel, my heart is pounding
With embattled hope and fear
Now, at last I fall before
The fountain of lamneth
I thought I would be singing
But I'm tired... out of breath
Many journeys end here
But, the secret's told the same
Life is just a candle
And a dream must give it flame
The key, the end, the answer
Stripped of their disguise
Still it's all confusion
And tears spring to my eyes
Though I've reached a signpost
It's really not the end
Like old sol behind the mountain
I'll be coming up again...
I'm in motion
I am still
I am crying
I am still
I'm together
I'm apart
I'm forever
At the start
Still... I am
Donderdag 11 juli 1974
Ce Mortel Ennui
