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Em C G D If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair . Em G C G If you're goin' to San Francisco, G6 Bm Em7 G D you're gonna meet some gentle people there. Em C G D For those who come to San Francisco, summertime will be a love-in there. Em G C G In the streets of San Francisco, G6 Bm Em7 G D gentle people with flowers in their hair. F Dm F Dm G All across the nation, such a strong vibration : people in motion. F Dm F Dm There's a whole generation with a new explanation. G D People in motion, people in motion. Em C G D For those who come to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. Em G C G If you come to San Francisco, Em D summertime will be a love-in there. Em C G D If you come to San Francisco, Em C G D summertime will be a love-in there.

D G D I can see clearly now the rain is gone D G A I can see all obstacles in my way D G D Gone all the dark clouds that made me blind C G D It's gonna be a bright, (bright) bright, (bright) sun shiny day C G D It's gonna be a bright, (bright) bright, (bright) sun shiny day I think I can make it now the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is the rainbow I've been praying for It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright, bright, sun shiny day F C Look all around, there's nothing but blue skies F A Look straight ahead, there's nothing but blue skies C#m G C#m G C Bm A Of : E A E E A B E A E D A E G D G B Ebm A Ebm A D C#m B of: A D A A D E A D A G D A C G C E Abm D Abm D G F#m E

C7 sunshine came softly through my a-window today C7 could've tripped out easy but i've a-changed my ways F it'll take some time i know it but in a while C7 your gonna be mine i know it,we'll do it in style G7 F F 'cause i made my mind up you're going to be mine,i'll tell you right now C7 any trick in the book now baby a-that i can find everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene when i say we'll be cool i think that you know what i mean we stood on the beach at sunset,do you remember when? i know a beach where baby a-it never ends when you've made your mind up,forever to be mine i'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind 'cause i made my mind up,you're going to be mine i'll tell you right now any trick in the book now baby a-that i can find superman or green lantern ain't got nothing on me i can make like a turtle and dive for pearls in the sea a-you can just sit there a-thinkin' on your velvet throne 'bout all the rainbows a-you can have for your own when you've made your mind up forever to be mine i'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind when you've made up your mind forever to be mine i'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind when you've made up your mind forever to be mine

[Em]Nights in white [D]satin [Em] Never reaching the [D]end [C]Letters I've [G]written [F] Never meaning to [Em]send [Em]Beauty I'd [D]always missed [Em] With these eyes [D]before [C]Just what the [G]truth is, [F] I can't say any[Em]more 'Cause I [A]love you Yes I [C]love you Oh how I [Em]love you [D] [Em] [D] [Em]Gazing at [D]people [Em] Some hand in [D]hand [C]Just what I'm [G]going thru [F] They can't under[Em]stand [Em]Some try to [D]tell me [Em] Thoughts thay cannot [D]defend [C]Just what you [G]want to be [F] You'll be in the [Em]end 'Cause I [A]love you Yes I [C]love you Oh how I [Em]love you [D] [Em] [D]

[G]Almost heaven, West [Em]Virginia, [D]Blue Ridge Mountains, [C]Shenandoah [G]River. [G]Life is old there, [Em]older than the trees, [D]Younger than the mountains [C]growin' like a [G]breeze (CHORUS) [G]Country Roads, take me [D]home To the [Em]place I be[C]long: West Vir[G]ginia, mountain mom[D]ma, Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads. [G]All my mem'ries [Em]gather 'round her, [D]Miner's lady, [C]stranger to blue [G]water. Dark and dusty, [Em]painted on the sky, [D]Misty taste of moonshine, [C]teardrop in my [G]eye. (CHORUS) [G]Country Roads, take me [D]home To the [Em]place I be[C]long: West Vir[G]ginia, mountain mom[D]ma, Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads. [Em]I hear her [D]voice, in the [G]mornin' hours she calls me, The radio re[C]minds me of my [G]home far [D]away, And [Em]drivin' down the [F]road I get a [C]feelin' that I [G]should have been home [D]yesterday, yester[D7]day. (CHORUS) [G]Country Roads, take me [D]home To the [Em]place I be[C]long: West Vir[G]ginia, mountain mom[D]ma, Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads. [G]Country Roads, take me [D]home To the [Em]place I be[C]long: West Vir[G]ginia, mountain mom[D]ma, Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads. Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads. Take me [C]home, Country [G]Roads.

1:FRET 3 [C] It is the [D] evening of the [F] day. [G7] [C] I sit and [D] watch the children [F] play. [G7] [G] Smiling faces [G7] I can see, [C] but not for [Am] me. [F] I sit and watch as tears go [G7] by.[c] [C] My riches [D] can't buy every[F]thing. [G7] [C] I want to [D] hear the children [F] sing. [G7] [G] All I hear [G7] is the sound [C] of rain falling [Am] on the ground. [F] I sit and watch as tears go [G7] by.[c] Solo (the same as the intro) [C] It is the [D] evening of the [C] day. [G7] [C] I sit and [D] watch the children [F] play. [G7] [G] Doing things I [G7] used to do [C] they think are [Am] new. [F] I sit and watch as tears go [G7] by.[c] 2: [G] It is the [A] evening of the [C] day. [D] [G] I sit and [A] watch the children [C] play. [D] [C] Smiling faces [D] I can see, [G] but not for [Em] me. [C] I sit and watch as tears [Em] go [D] by. [G] My riches [A] can't buy every[C]thing. [D] [G] I want to [A] hear the children [C] sing. [D] [C] All I hear [D] is the sound [G] of rain falling [Em] on the ground. [C] I sit and watch as tears [Em] go [D] by. Solo (the same as the intro) [G] It is the [A] evening of the [C] day. [D] [G] I sit and [A] watch the children [C] play. [D] [C] Doing things I [D] used to do [G] they think are [Em] new. [C] I sit and watch as tears [Em] go [D] by. [G] [A] [C] [D] [G] [A] [C] [D]

[Fret 5] 1. [Am]On a [G]wagon [Am]bound for [G]market [AM]there's a [F]calf with a [G]mournfull [Am]eye [Am]high a[G]bove him [Am]there's a [G]swallow [Am]winging [F]swifly [G]through the [Am]sky [G]How the winds are [Am]laughing, they [G]laugh with all their [Am]might(mind) [G]laugh and laugh the [C]whole [Em]day [Am]through and [Am]half the [G]summers [Am]night Chorus [G]Donna Donna Donna [Am]Donna [G]Donna Donna Donna [Am]Don [G]Donna Donna Donna [Am]Donna [G]Donna Donna Donna [Am]Don 2. Stop complaining, said the farmer, who told you a calf to be why don't you have wings to fly with like a swallow so proud and free ? 3. Calves are easily bound and slaughtered never knowing the reason why but who ever treasures freedom, like the swallow had learned to fly

PARIJS - De Franse auteur en schrijver van liedjesteksten Jacques Lanzmann is op 79-jarige leeftijd in Parijs overleden, zo heeft zijn familie bekendgemaakt. Hij schreef onder meer het liedje 'Il est cinq heures, Paris s'éveille' dat gezongen werd door Jacques Dutronc.   [Am]Je suis le dauphin de la place dauphine [C]Et la place blanche a mauvaise mine [Am]Les camions sont pleins de lait [C]Les balayeurs sont pleins de balais.   chorus:   [C]Il est 5 [E7]heures [Am]Paris s'eveill[Bm]e [E7]Paris s'eveill[Am]e.   Les travestis vont se raser Les streap-teaseuses sont rhabillees Les traversins sont ecrases Les amoureux sont fatigues.   chorus   Le cafe est dans les tasses Les cafes nettoient leurs glaces Et sur le boulevard Montparnasse La gare n'est plus qu'une carcasse.   chorus   Les banlieusards sont dans les gares A la villette on tranche le lard Paris by night regagne les cars Les boulangers font des batards.   chorus   La tour Eiffel a froid aux pieds L'Arc de Triomphe est ranime Et l'Obelisque est bien dressee Entre le nuit et la journee.   chorus   Les journaux sont imprimes Les ouvriers sont deprimes Les gens se levent ils sont brimes C'est l'heure ou je vais me coucher.   [C]Il est 5 [E7]heures [A]Paris s'evei[Bm]lle, [C]Il est 5 [E7]heures [E7]Je n'ai pas sommei[Am]l.

I [C]closed [G]my [Am]eyes, on[G]ly for a m[Dm]oment and the m[Am]oment is gone [C]All m[G]y d[Am]reams p[G]assed before my [Dm]eyes in cur[Am]iousity [G]Dust in the w[Am]ind, [G]all we are is dust in the win[Am]d   [C]same [G]old [Am]song j[G]ust a drop of wa[Dm]ter in a en[Am]dless sea [C]all [G]we [Am]do c[G]rumbles to the g[Dm]round though we re[Am]fused to see [G]Dust in the w[Am]ind, a[G]ll we are is dust in the win[Am]d   instrumentaal:   now [C]don't h[G]ang [Am]on [G]nothing last fore[Dm]ver but the e[Am]arth and sky it s[C]lips a[G]wa[Am]y al[G]l your money w[Dm]ould another m[Am]inute by [G]Dust in the [Am]wind, al[G]l we are is dust in the wi[Am]nd. all [G]we are is dust in the wi[Am]nd. D[G]ust in the wi[Am]nd,   eve[G]rything is dust In the [Am]wind. e[G]verything is dust In th[Am]e wind

G Yellow is the colour of my true loves hair C G in the morning when we rise C G in the morning when we rise D C G That's the time thats the time I love the best G Green's the colour of the sprklin' corn C G in the morning when we rise C G in the morning when we rise D C G That's the time thats the time I love the best G Mellow is the feelin' that I get C G when I see her Mm hmm C G when I see her uh - huh D C G That's the time thats the time I love the best G Freedom is a word I rarely use C G Without thinkin' mm - hmm C G without thinkin' mm -hmm D C G C G of the time of the time when I've been loved

Em D Hello darkness, my old friend, Em I've come to talk with you again, C G Because a vision soft creeping, Em C G Left it's seeds while I was sleeping, C C/G G And the vision that was planted in my brain Em Still remains D Em Within the sound of silence. Em D In restless dreams I walked alone Em Narrow streets of cobblestone, Em C G 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, Em C G I turned my collar to the cold and damp C When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon G light Em That split the night D Em And touched the sound of silence. Em D And in the naked light I saw Em Ten thousand people, maybe more. Em C G People talking without speaking, Em C G People hearing without listening, C G People writing songs that voices never share Em And no one dare D Em Disturb the sound of silence. Em D Fools said i, you do not know Em Silence like a cancer grows. Em C G Hear my words that I might teach you, Em C G Take my arms that I might reach you. C G But my words like silent raindrops fell, Em And echoed D Em In the wells of silence Em D And the people bowed and prayed Em To the neon God they made. Em C G And the sign flashed out it's warning, Em C G In the words that it was forming. Em C And the sign said, the words of the prophets C G Are written on the subway walls Em And tenement halls. D Em And whispered in the sounds of silence.

Am C G F I come from down in the valley, where mister when you're young Am C F C They bring you up to do like your daddy done F C G Am Me and Mary we met in high school, when she was just seventeen Dm C F We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green Am F G C We'd go down to the river, And into the river we'd dive Am F G A Oh down to the river we'd ride Am C G F Then I got Mary pregnant, And man that was all she wrote Am C F C And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat F C G Am We went down to the courthouse, And the judge put it all to rest Dm C F No wedding day smiles no walk down in the aisle, No flowers no wedding dress Am F G C That night we went down to the river, And into the river we'd dive Am F G F On down to the river we did ride Am C G F I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company Am C F C But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy F Now all them things that seemed so important C G Am Well mister they vanished right into the air Dm C F Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care Am C But I remember us riding in my brother's car G F Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir Am C At night on them banks I'd lie awake F C And pull her close just to feel each other breath she'd take F C Am Now those memories come back to haunt me, They haunt me like a curse Dm C Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, Or is it something worse that sends me Am F G C Down to the river though I know the river is dry, Am F G That sends me down to the river tonight Am F G C Am F G Down to the river, My baby and I, Oh down the river we'd ride Am F oh oh oh oh oh oh

Tu me [G]dis loin des [C]yeux, loin du [G]cœur Tu me dis qu'on oub[C]lie le meil[D/D7]leur Malgré [G]les hori[C]zons, Je [G]sais qu'elle m'aime encore Cette fille que [D]j'avais surnom[G]mée :   Ref.:   [G]Butterfly, my Butterfly Dans un [c]mois je revien[D]drais Butter[G]fly, my Butterfly [C]Près de [D7]toi je reste[G]rais   L'océan c'est petit, tout petit Pour deux cœurs où l'amour a grandi Malgré ce que tu dis, Tu vois qu'elle m'aime encore Cette fille que j'avais enlacée   Notre amour est si grand, oui si grand Que le ciel y tiendrait tout dedans Malgré ce que tu dis, Je sais qu'elle m'aime encore Cette fille que j'avais embrassée   Ref. 5x

E Petit, petit, petit E A D E Tout est mini dans notre vie E... Mini-moke et mini-jupe Mini-moche et lilliput Il est mini Docteur Schweitzer Mini mini ça manque d'air Mini-jupe et mini-moque Miniature de quoi j'me moque Ministère et terminus Minimum et minibus Petit, petit, petit Tout est mini dans notre vie Mini-moke et mini-jupe Mini-moche et lilliput Il est mini Docteur Schweitzer Mini mini ça manque d'air Mini, mini, mini Mini, mini, mini, mini Moi je préfère les maxis Maxi-moke et maxi-jupe Maxi-moche et maxi-pute Il est maxi Docteur Schweitzer Maxi maxi ça respire l'air Maxitère et termaxus Maximum et maxibus Maxistère et termaxus Maximum et maxibus Maxistère et termaxus

G C Je suis pour le communisme Am G Je suis pour le socialisme G C Et pour le capitalisme Am Em Parce que je suis opportuniste. Ref: . G C Il y en a qui contestent Am G Qui revendiquent et qui protestent G C Moi je ne fais qu'un seul geste Am Em Je retourne ma veste, je retourne ma veste Bm Em Toujours du bon cote. Je n'ai pas peur des profiteurs Ni meme des agitateurs J'fais confiance aux electeurs Et j'en profite pour faire mon beurre Ref Je suis de tous les partis Je suis de toutes les patries Je suis de toutes les cotteries Je suis le roi des convertis Ref Je crie vive la rivolution Je crie vive les institutions Je crie vive les manifestations Je crie vive la collaboration Ref Je l'ai tellement retournee Qu'elle craque de tous cotes A la prochaine revolution Je retourne mon pantalon

D A E 700 millions de chinois D A E Et moi et moi et moi D A E Avec ma vie, mon p'tit chez moi D A E Mon mal de tête, mon poing au foie D A E J'y pense et puis j'oublie D A E C'est la vie, c'est la vie   80 millions d'indonésiens Et moi et moi et moi Avec ma voiture et mon chien son canigou quand il aboie J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   3 ou 400 millions de Renoirs Et moi et moi et moi Qui vais au brunissoir Au sauna pour perdre du poids J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   300 millions de soviétiques Et moi et moi et moi Avec mes manies et mes tics Dans mon p'tit lit de plume d'oie J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   900 millions de crève la faim Et moi et moi et moi Avec mon régime végétarien Et tout le whisky que je m'envoie J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   500 millions de sud-américains Et moi et moi et moi Je suis tout nu dans mon bain Avec une fille qui me nettoie J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   50 millions de vietnamiens Et moi et moi et moi Le dimanche à la chasse au lapin avec mon fusil je suis le roi J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie   500 milliards de petits martiens Et moi et moi et moi Comme un con de parisien j'attend mon chèque de fin de mois J'y pense et puis j'oublie C'est la vie, c'est la vie

C F All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go C F I’m standin’ here outside your door C Am G G7 I hate to wake you up to say goodbye C F But the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn C F The taxi’s waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn C F G G7 Already I’m so lonesome, I could die Chorus : C F C F So kiss me and smile for me, Tell me that you’ll wait for me C Dm G7 Hold me like you’ll never let me go C F C F ’Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane, Don’t know when I’ll be back again C Am G7 Oh babe, I hate to go C F There’s so many times I’ve let you down C F So many times I’ve played around C Am G G7 I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing C F Every place I go, I’ll think of you C F Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you C Am G G7 When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring Chorus C F Now the time has come to leave you C F One more time, let me kiss you C Am Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way C F Dream about the days to come C F When I won’t have to leave alone C Am G G7 About the times, I won’t have to say Chorus Laatste 3 regels chorus x3

(George Weiss / Bob Thiele) I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying "I love you" I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself, what a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world Oh yeah

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