Just because they're such lovely songs and they bring back so many memories.....
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
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Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
I am getting older and older, much older than I was supposed to get about 20 years ago.
Sometimes I tend to dig up pieces of the past, fishing for good memories, like this song I sang as a young girl (47 years ago), not knowing I would see a lot more than I could have wished for.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen;
Nobody knows my sorrow.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen;
Glory, Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down;
Oh, yes, Lord.
Sometimes I'm almost to the groun',
Oh, yes, Lord.
I wish that I could find a way;
Oh, yes, Lord,
But life is just one long, rainy day;
Oh, yes, Lord.
Glory, Hallelujah!
Solo singing was sort of a punishment of my musicteacherKors Monsterwho knew he would never get me on stage without a reason. I don't remember what I did to deserve it. It was a strickt ánd Christian school, so it was easy for me to make mistakes...
But now, as time goes by I get more and more disapointed.
I had dreams: I have always wished for my children and my grandchildren and all the other children everywhere, to inherrit a better
world from us. Because I thought and still think that we have all the
ingredients for a splendid life for everyone. There is more than enough of
everything for everybody. But I fear things have to get even worse before they'll get better.
But
I never lost hope.... and I hope I never will.
No lo digo muy a menudo pero a este artista glorioso como fue Paco de Lucía le echaré mucho de menos. 'Crecí' en la cultura Española con él, en Jerez, en Andalucía, era el mejor embajador de flamenco y de música de guitarra flamenca.
Qui dit études dit travail
Qui dit taf te dit les thunes
Qui dit argent dit dépenses
Qui dit crédit dit créances
Qui dit dette te dit huissier
Oui : dit assis dans la merde
Qui dit amour dit les gosses
Dit toujours et dit divorce
Qui dit proches te dit deuil
Car les problèmes ne viennent pas seuls
Qui dit crise te dit monde, dit famine, dit Tiers-Monde
Qui dit fatigue dit réveil, encore sourd de la veille
Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes
Alors on danse.
Et là tu te dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.
Quand tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors,
Quand y en a plus, eh ben y en a encore !
Est-ce la zik ou les problèmes,
Les problèmes ou bien la musique ?
Ca te prend les tripes, ça te prend la tête
Et puis tu pries pour que ça s'arrête
Mais c'est ton corps, c'est pas le ciel,
Alors tu te bouches plus les oreilles
Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ça persiste
Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,
Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala
Alors on chante
Et puis seulement quand c'est fini, ors on danse
Alors on danse
Eh ben y en a encore!
So we just dance
When we say study, it means
work,
When we say work, it means money,
When we say money, it means spending
When we say credit, it means debt,
When we say debt, it means bailiff,
We agree to being in deep sh*t
When we say love, it means kids,
When we say forever, it means divorce.
When we say family, we say grief,
because misfortune never comes alone.
When we say crisis, we talk about the world, famine and then third world.
When we say tiredness, we talk
about waking up still deaf from sleepless night
So we just go out to forget all our problems.
So we just dance
So you say that it’s over
because the only thing worse would be death.
When you finally think you’ll make it, there’s more and more!
Ecstasy means a problem, problems or just music.
It grabs you by the guts, it takes hold of your head and then you pray for it
to end.
But your body is no heaven so you block your ears even more.
Met deze tekst altijd actueel.... het laatste optreden!
Ramses Shaffy - Liesbeth List: Pastorale
Mijn hemel blauw met gouden hallen Mijn wolkentorens, ijskristallen Kometen, manen en planeten, aah alles draait om mij En door de witte wolkenpoort tot diep onder de golven Boort mijn vuur, mijn liefde, zich in de aarde En bij het water speelt een kind En alle schelpen die het vindt gaan blinken als ik lach.
'k Hou van je warmte op mijn gezicht Ik hou van de koperen kleur van je licht Ik geef je water in mijn hand En schelpen uit het zoute zand Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik scheur de rotsen met mijn stralen Verhoog de meren in de dalen en Onweersluchten doe ik vluchten, aah als de regen valt Verberg je ogen in mijn hand Voordat m'n glimlach ze verbrandt M'n vuur, m'n liefde, mijn gouden ogen 't Is beter als je nog wat wacht Want even later komt de nacht en schijnt de koele maan
De nacht is te koud, de maan te grijs Toe neem me toch mee naar jou hemelpaleis Daar wil ik zijn alleen met jou En stralen in het hemelblauw Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Als ik de aarde ga verwarmen Laat ik haar leven in m'n armen Van sterren weefde ik het verre, aah het noorderlicht Maar soms ben ik als kolkend lood Ik ben het leven en de dood In vuur, in liefde, in alle tijden M'n kind ik vraag je, kijk omhoog Vandaag span ik mijn regenboog Die is alleen voor jou
Nee nooit sta ik een seconde stil 'k Wil liever branden neem me mee Geen mens kan mij dwingen wanneer ik niet wil Wanneer je vanavond gaat slapen in zee Geen leven dat ik niet begon En vliegen langs jouw hemelbaan Je kunt niet houden van de zon Ik wil niet meer bij jou vandaan
Ik heb je lief, zo lief Ik heb je lief, zo lief Ik heb je lief, zo lief Ik heb je lief, zo lief Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Every now and then you come to a point that there doesn’t even appear to be one single road to wherever. Occasionally you lose hope and the sun doesn't even get up. Then you might think all is lost. Not true!
My camellia was pregnant for 9 months and just gave birth to her first flowers.
Patience is a must!
I embrace the idea that there might be two roads, one going and one coming back. And between those two roads one may follow paths that cross the roads and lead to different views.
Sometimes what you hear is not true. People may speak with different tongues; it depends on their state of mind and also on your own perception. From time to time people speak a different language, one you must be able to translate. Sometimes you hear what you whish to hear.
And occasionally you run into people that have been using the same roads but not the same paths in between. But it doesn't seem to matter, the destiny is the same.
The roads back and forth are paved with all sorts of intentions; one must be able to zigzag to avoid obstacles
Sometimes you learn you can twist en make braids and the result is a little confusing at first.
After a short while it forces you to listen in a different way and the elegant fusion of cultures and musical creativity illuminates the road.
The melancholic though cherished sad memories are mixed with hope for survival and spontaneous happiness.
