Something, calls to me, The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why Those gentle voices I hear Explain it all with a sigh. I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind, It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind, So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love, If you'll just come with me and see the beauty of
I feel so unsure As I take your hand And lead yout to the dance floor As the music dies Something in your eyes Calls to mind a silver screen And all it?s sad goodbyes
Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottomdrawer with your belgian lace, taking them out every year to watch the colours fade away Do you still believe in Santa Claus, there's a millionair looking for your frontdoor With a key to a life that you'd never understand Groetjes, Didier
A gentleman's excuse me - Fish! Hierbij een nieuwe: The sign went up one rainy morning Just a couple of hours after dawn Mrs. Hadley peaked out through her curtains Wondering what was going on The neighbors said over coffee cups That nice young couple is breaking up And in the living room the linen and the crystals Sit all packed and set to go I tell myself once more I won't be here in spring To see my roses grow And all the things you tried to fix The roof still leaks, the door still sticks
I listen to my heartbeat´s rhythm now she´s leaving hesitating when I try to smile yes I know my eyes are darkening like evening she´s going to make her own trip in a while She´s flying to America my friend don´t know her ambition, cannot understand what the hell is going on with me she´s flying too far away from here you see head and brains are empty like the great atlantic and I´ve got the chills cause she´s to go there´s no more to tell her past had it´s own value but her future´s somewhere else I know she´s flying to America my friend etc. maybe she´ll hear me if she will keep listening she´ll be in my songs and my giutar thanks for being gentle please do remember I´ll stay where the waves and sea-birds are She´s flying to America my friend don´t know her ambition, cannot understand what the hell is going on with me she´s flying too far away from here you see Groetjes, Didier p.s. mooi gevoelig liedje trouwens
Nee....House for Sale van Lucifer.... Die van jou is She´s flying to America van Hessel, mooie tekst! Hier een nieuwe: Didnt I like to hold you in my hand I was doing you no harm I made you understand All my life Ive been that way It happened long ago Didnt I pray to love you through the night I was dreaming wide awake The early morning light shine on me A sorry state My heart has told me so And the storm clouds gather overhead No shelter we can share Lie down on my flower bed I got no control I would sell my soul To be there So forever do or die We just belong Kiss hello , no wave goodbye And the heat is stronger For the moment when we touch No wind can hold me Come from loving you too much And the nights are longer
Bee-Gees: Make it like a memory Nieuwe tekst: Der Schöpfer sieht's und freuet sich. Auch Unsre Freud' erschalle laut, Des Herren Lob sei unser Lied! Zu dir, o Herr, blickt alles auf. Um Speise fleht dich alles an. Du öffnest deine Hand, Gesättigt werden sie. Groetjes, Didier
Ik reken 'm goed, dacht meer aan Babs Streisand maar Barry Gibb schreef 'm. de oplossing van jouw opgave: Die Schöpfung van J. Haydn 'k heb nog een leuke voor je: Come la rabbia la tempesta l'imprudenza l'ansietà quante idee vanno in fumo mi basterebbe un po' di sabbia un po' di giorni fuori la città anche senza nessuno tagliare il vento come il volo degli alianti che nel silenzio stanno su senza resse senza scosse senza l'inquilino che abita giù senza il rumore che batte in testa senza musica di un finto rock anche stando a digiuno senza orologio senza più tempo e senza i clacson di un crocevia è il momento opportuno guardare avanti e riscoprire le distanze gli spazi che non vivi più senza impegni senza scosse senza il batticuore e la sua schiavitù. Cieli aperti praterie e le profondità
Anna Oxa: Senza Mooie muziek trouwens, heb het meteen even binnengehaald Eén van mijn favo liedjes: So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? Groetjes, Didier
Okay, hier komt hij: Peace on Earth, can it be Years from now, perhaps we'll see See the day of glory See the day, when men of good will Live in peace, live in peace again Peace on Earth, can it be Every child must be made aware Every child must be made to care Care enough for his fellow man To give all the love that he can I pray my wish will come true For my child and your child too He'll see the day of glory See the day when men of good will Live in peace, live in peace again Peace on Earth, can it be Can it be Groetjes, Didier