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Atomic swing
02:47
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Hold on your style piece Strong blows the wind The world
Holes on a string
The bright lights
The smokey wind Never seen
Such a beautiful thing
Show me yours I’ll show you mine Fast rockets Acrss the sky
Let me dance in the heat And sing
That Atomic swing
Hold on your style piece Heavy is the wind
Never seen
Such a beautiful thing
Too late to think
It’s now time for me to split And leave you with that Atomic swing
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Give me the groove
03:11
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Sometimes I don’t know where I’m going Sometimes I feel so all alone
Sometimes I don’t know what keeps me going What keeps me dragging this sac of bones
Open my eyes every morning Takes me a while to lift my hand Just about everything is aching Takes me a while to understand
Give me the groove
Oh baby give me the groove Give me the groove
Oh baby give me the groove
Only you can move me
Give me a kick give me a thrill Only you can save me
Take me over that hill
Give me the groove
Oh baby give me the groove Give me the groove
Oh baby give me the groove
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Your cheesy smile and your guilty heart Electric car for mister smart
Now it’s too late to wear a frown
It’s the tropical breakdown
The tropical breakdown
Rebel rebel why me why me
I’m a fashion victim
Lord have mercy
You look so pretty in your dressing gown It’s the tropical breakdown
The tropical breakdown
I used to work in a factory
I used to love mummy and daddy Now zombies are running downtown It’s the tropical breakdown
The tropical breakdown
You gotta deal with the heat Your ass is stuck on the seat You’ve painted the town brown It’s the tropical breakdown
The tropical breakdown
The whole world can go to hell No one left for ringing the bell
A bone head is wearing the crown It’s the tropical breakdown
The tropical breakdown
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L’amour a la plage
03:45
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Ce soir j'irai danser le mambo
Au Royal Casino sous les lambris rococo
La pluie viendra me faire oublier
Tu me feras rêver
Comme dans les chansons d'été
C'est l'amour à la plage (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Et mes yeux dans tes yeux (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Baisers et coquillages (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Entre toi et l'eau bleue (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
La mer quand vient le temps des vacances
C'est le temps de la danse entre tes bras toutes les nuits Et si j'ai le cœur tout retourné
Là je t'embrasserai jusqu'à la fin de l'été
C'est l'amour à la plage (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Et mes yeux dans tes yeux (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Baisers et coquillages (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Entre toi et l'eau bleue (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Yeah, ouh, ouh, yeah
Ouh, ouh, yeah
Ouh, ouh, yeah
Ouh, ouh
Et si j'ai le cœur tout retourné
Là je t'embrasserai jusqu'à la fin de l'été
C'est l'amour à la plage (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Et mes yeux dans tes yeux (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Baisers et coquillages (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Entre toi et l'eau bleue (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
C'est l'amour à la plage (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Et mes yeux dans tes yeux (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Baisers et coquillages (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Entre toi et l'eau bleue (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
C'est l'amour à la plage (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Et mes yeux dans tes yeux (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
Baisers et coquillages (ah-ouh, cha cha cha)
Entre toi et l'eau bleue (ah-ouh, ah-ouh)
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It doesn’t sound the way it should I tried to do the best that I could
I think it’s well understood
This song is up to no good
When you try to sing along
It’s funny how things go wrong
So far from where you belong
Like Captain Beefheart in Hong Kong
Then you think you see the light But you still don^t get it right
A D chord casts a blight
Just admit you lost the fight
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Zanzibar
03:18
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I wonder how
I could get rid of you
I wonder how
To make my dream come true The years go by
And you are still around There was a time
I really didi love you
I hear a little bird
Singing out on the edge of my window That little bird stoped singing
Now all I hear is a crow
I’d like to give you a spicy kiss
Go to the island and spend a night of bliss We’d go out for a little drink at the bar
A special drink they have in Zanzibar
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Get down on your knees
02:57
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Get down on your knees and pray
listen, what we’v got to say
Get down on your knees and pray
this is the end of the play
moonlight shines and lightens earth night life and mister dead sharpen his knife
pray for the sake of the moon you will be gone pretty soon
be a good man, be a good wife while dead is sharpen his knife Get down on your knees and pray
Get down on your knees and pray listen, what we’v got to say
Get down on your knees and pray this is the end of the play
and the sun, gives us heeps of fun and the earth, celebrates birth pray for the sake of the sun
soon you’ll be gone and all alone be a good man, be a good wife while dead is sharpen his knife Get down on your knees and pray
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Remember the time that you reigned all night? The queen of Siam in my arms
Remember the time that the islands sank?
But nobody opened their eyes
Remember that time that the trees fell down? The wood crashing through the wall
Remember the sound that could wake the dead? But nobody woke up at all
Somebody died for this Somebody died for just one kiss Just one kiss
Remember the time that the sky went black? We waited alone on the sands
Remember the taste of the raging sea?
But nobody held out their hands
Somebody died for this
Somebody died for just one kiss
Just one kiss, just one kiss, just one kiss
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What we are doing here
02:42
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Some say they saw him at Bongo Joe’s He’s got his fingers everywhere
He never seems to loose the Mojo
And he never cuts his hair
Living his life like in a movie
With his little red racing car Everything always has to be groovy All he wants is to be a start
That little world will keep on turning
Just like the wax they are spinning
And we’ll just keep on singing
Not really knowing what we are doing here Not really Knowing what we are doing here Not really knowing what we are doing here
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10. |
Lanen
03:45
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Ein Lied möchten wir singen Klangstrukturen präsentieren
für ein gutes Gelingen
die Glieder ein wenig schwingen wir möchten uns überwinden Liebe und Tiefe zu finden
die Sinne sollten vibrieren beim liegen, lieben und fliegen
Wir fragen uns warum denn müssen wir immerzu stumm sein ein Song möchten wir summen wie die Hummeln brummen
wir fühlen und berufen
mit Luft zu füllen die Lungen und suchen die Ruhmesstufen beim buhlen suhlen und gurren
Probleme möchten wir lösen ergründen die Lügen der Menschen wir sagen euch, es ist von Nöten büssend die Sünden zu tilgen
wir möchten schweben ab Boden mit Vögeln in luftigen Höhen
die röhrenden Hirschbullen hören
flötend und blödelnd flötend und blödelnd flötend und blödelnd
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11. |
Leslie Kong
04:36
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Jimmy was walking down Orange street Stopped at the Beverly’s for one cup of coffee He met Cecile, Fats and Mr Leslie
Sang a little tune the rest is history
His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong
He was a good man, the unsung hero behind Ken Bob Desmond Toots and Derrick
So gather together brothers and sisters
Join hands to hands, children start to dance
His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong
It was fifty years ago today
Leslie sadly passed away
The Reggae state of the art
When the curse just stopped his heart
His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong His name is Kong, King Kong, Leslie Kong
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12. |
Swing street
03:12
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I saw you hanging on Swing street Downstairs at the Flamingo
I taught I had just found heaven Or was it the Olé Olé bar?
I will make up a little story Whispered over your shoulder On the edge of a melody
I don’t wanna die sober
The night is dark and chilly
But baby have no fear
I know where and how to grow Lilies The sky is getting clear
We had a coffe at the lake
But it felt just like the sea
With you life is a piece of cake Like I never taught it could be
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Pierre Omer's Swing Revue Geneva, Switzerland
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