December
The missile leaves the car
Flies through the window pane
The mother and the child
Flee the ball of flame
And then we hear the siren song
Again, again, again
So we put on our headphones
And complete our retreat
I might just stop breathing
I might just stop keeping time
With the violins
Or I might come out swinging
And what if I sang out of key
With the violins?
November
Early August, warm night was calling
To the quarry, you and I went crawling
Every single star
Shine a light where we are
Shine a light on the water
Now the story is just beginning
Down in the quarry I watched you swimming
Every single star
Watching where you are
Your skin it shines in the moonlight
Now early August nights
I make believe that you're still mine
You still shine will you shine on forever, forever,
And in the quarry yeah the moon still glows
And where you are no one knows
But the stars still shine on the water
October
Can you stand upon one leg
It's harder than you think
If you can do it without falling down
You can do just about anything
Go on, see if you can
See how long you can stand on one leg
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Can you stand upon on leg - The Devine Comedy
September
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
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Do you believe
Do you believe
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
Do you believe
Do you believe in
M-A-Y-O Frites?
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Do you believe
Do you believe
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
Do you believe
Do you believe in
Sexy Mayo Frites?
Do you believe in Mayo Frites?
SEXIER THAN A PAIR OF TITS
August
Ik ben de vrede
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Ik ben het vertrouwen
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Ik ben de liefde
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Ik ben de hoop
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4 kaarsen - Walwinck
July
Well it was the bidding of the London Mayor
To stop feeding pigeons on Trafalgar Square
But if you want to feed some pigeons
You'll find plenty her
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On a Stepney roof overgrown with creeper
That in Winter looks like wiry hair
And an old lady from Russia
Who has lived here for thirty years
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Well she scatters bread on the ground
And the circling pigeons flutter down
And oh they have no beauty and no song
Such hateful birds
They shit on cars and wreck the pavements
They nest under blackened arches
And up on the ledges of untidy tenements
And oh they have no beauty and no song
June
My heart is sad, and I'm in sorrow
`For the only one I love
When shall I see him, oh, no, never
Till I meet him in heavenabove
Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me
They told me that he did not love me
I could not believe it was true
Until an angel softly whispered
He has proven untrue to you
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Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me
May
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I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
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He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car
When he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
April
I want to feel you restless
I want to wake up from it
I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep
I want to feel you restless
I want to wake up from it
I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
It's a little stuffy in here
I want to wring my hands in open elevators
A shaky finger I am pushing the door open button
I want to feel the urge to press against my neighbors while I keep you in my mind
I keep you in my mind all of the time here
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
One is moving one is standing
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
March
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show
You know, baby, it's the guitar man
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He can make you love
He can make you cry
He will bring you down
Then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin'
Miles and miles a day
To find another place to play
Night after night who treats you right
Baby, it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio
You go listen to the guitar man
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The guitar man - Bread
Februari
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A long time ago when the earth was young
The elephants didn't take care
They never looked where they were going
And walked most anywhere
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They even walked on plover's nests
Disturbed the birds and bees
Knocked down termite castles
And broke down plants and trees
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Where do the elephants go?
Do elephants ever die?
An elephant graveyard's never been found
And if you listen I'll tell you why
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Then one day the queen of termites
Called the elephant king
And said, you'd better take more care
Or we will do something
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Where do the Elephants go - John Edmond
Januari
Tante Fie die danst de Chestnut Tree
Samen met m'n oom Louis
Met een zenuwscheut in elke knie
Een, twee, hup, de Chestnut Tree
Als kamelen in de maneschijn
Van de Libische woestijn
Danst m'n tante Fie met oom Louis
Een, twee, hup, de Chestnut Tree
Hij doet 't plastisch
Eenmaal huts en eenmaal fluts
Zij swingt elastisch
En ze roepen samen Chest nut
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De Chestnut Tree - Albert De Booy
December
I’m done with talking
So let’s think of something
We might go away then, yeah
I don’t know what’s happening
But I’m not done with wrapping
My head around this, yeah
Cause seeing you in that red dress
Has got me thinking of my own regrets
So let’s just go and dance the night away
Unless you got something to say
Cause I am lost In my world
Thinking of how to get a girl like her
Cause when I step outside
Everything seems to be a big ol blur, yeah
Cause I’ve dealt With this battle
But imma take a break to unravel My head, yeah So let’s just go to Greece
So let’s just go to Greece
So let's just go to Greece
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Let's go to Greece - J.Yung
November
Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
And I don't know if I'm being foolish
Don't know if I'm being wise
But it's something that I must believe in
And it's there when I look in your eyes
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Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
Love is in the air, in the thunder of the sea
And I don't know if I'm just dreaming
Don't know if I feel safe
But it's something that I must believe in
And it's there when you call out my name
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Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh, oh, oh, oh
October
I've had a largemouth bass, bust my line
A couple of beautiful girls tell me goodbye
Trucks break down, dogs run off
Politicians lie, been fired by the boss
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It takes one hand to count the things I can count on
No, there ain't much, man that ain't ever let me down
Longneck, ice cold beer never broke my heart
Like diamond rings and football teams
Have torn this boy apart
Like a neon dream it just dawned on me
The bars and this guitar
And longneck, ice cold beer never broke my heart
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Beer never broke my heart - Luke Combs
September
It is so simple
Lonely always It feels just right
I can't explain
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it It is so simple
Lonely always It feels just right
I can't explain it It is so simple
Lonely always It feels just right
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I can't explain it It is so simple
Lonely always It feels just right I can't explain it
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Simple - Benjamin Sem, Lee
August
Als vagebond zen ek gebore
m'n ouwers eb ek noêt gekend
'k eb noêt niks g'ad of niks verlore
oenger en dörst 'k zen et gewend
zoe dwaal ek rond langs bos en strate
zoe dwaal ek rond gelak nen ond
totdad ek kom al in Oêgstrate
et rendez-vous van de vagebond
Waaroem zou ek wel moette waerke
'k eb vrou noch kind gelak ge ziet
en oem m'neige te verstaerke
dörveur vind ek altijd wel iet
steel ek sumtijds konijn of kieke
'k wör achtervolgd en deur den duur
krijg ek zjendaerme vör domestikke
de dievekoets wörd mijn voituur
Al waar ek dwaal langs iêrewege
lacht de natuur mij vrij en blij
d'onde die basse mij wel tege
mor bijte ni en ik gon vörbij
ne rijke mens zie mij ni' gere
zie me worschijnlijk nog ni staan
mor ik veeg m'n broek on iêl de wereld
want der is niks of 't moet vergaan
July
Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
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Out of these girls go passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
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A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
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Waiting on a friend - The Rolling Stones
June
I Hear you now
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After the first embrace from you my senses knew
The look of love was in your eyes
and after we first make love our senses tingle to
Thetouch oh how we hypnotize
Oh, to get the feeling on and on
Oh, just to get the feeling
Holding you closer in my arms we drift to heaven
Bringing in the morning light
And after all is said and done there's only us
We can make it right
So, our love will carry on and on
Now our love will be free, be free.
And when we play, love don't delay, I hear you now
For what was then, is what is now, anyhow
As I became a guest of love's tune hear again
We'll carry on together like today.
After the first embrace from you I want you too
After the first embrace from you I want you too
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Jon & Vangelis
May
One sheep
Two sheep
Three sheep
Black Sheep
No further ado
I give introduction
Of Dres and Mista Lawnge
A newfound baby sound production
I'm not out to [vick?] you
To strip or evict you
But merely do the things you wanted to but weren't able
Like move a party side to side
Sway for sway and stride for stride
First fine tune then hit volume
Aw sheep, hit the bass and got the boom
So move to a rhythm that's quite uplifting
Just when you thought that nothing would rise, I'm drifting
Higher (higher)
Yeah, higher
I'm not a king, a prince, a ruler or a squire
I'm not a prophet and I'm not a messiah
I'm not a wolf or another flat tire...
Listen
I'm the Black Sheep man, oh yeah, I'm here
And even if you turn, I bet your girlfriend stares at me
And with me
You step, she just might come get me
Not slow but with a bounding leap
She'll be pulling my wool... (and what else?)
Count Black Sheep
April
Well, Rosie, don't be scared by the storm outside
We are safe and warm, we are home and dry
And though it rages on, there's no need to cry
Oh, Rosie, don't you worry, my dear
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For there are many things that I can not explain
Like the howling wind, like the pouring rain
Like the love for a child, like the pinprick of pain
Oh, Rosie, don't you worry, my dear
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Well, Rosie, don't you think about the things that you can't change
For the world is cruel, and it's violent and strange
But there is beauty too if you look the right way
Oh, Rosie, don't you worry, my dear
Oh, oh, Rosie, don't you worry, my dear
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Rosie - Passenger
March
Ohhh, the sewing machine, the sewing machine
A girl's best friend
If I didn't having my sewing machine I'd a-come to no good end
But a bobbin a bobbin and peddle a peddle
And wheel the wheel by day
So by night I feel so weary that I never get out to play
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Ohhh, the sewing machine, the sewing machine
A helping hand If I didn't have my sewing machine
I'd drink to beat the band
But a bobbin a bobbin and peddle a peddle
As busy as a bug
so by night I feel so weary that I can hardly lift a mug
FEBRUARI
My father's chair, was the chair that he sat on
My father's chair, was the chair that he used
My father's chair was the chair that he spent
So much time of my youth, telling me his truth
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A great big and solid chair it was
Built for the railroad office
Just like my Dad, it was mighty strong
As solid as the Rock of Gibraltar
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Chair, chair, my father's chair, means so much to me
Chair chair, it's what I have, of his memory
My father sat upon his chair
And told me of the days when he was young
He told me of the days gone by
When he was only little and life was fun
Chair, chair, my father's chair, means so much to me
Chair chair, it's what I have, of his memory
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Wes Nickerson - My Father's Chair
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January
Put on the red shoes that you want to.
Put on the red shoes that you like.
Put on the red shoes that you've never worn before.
Put on the red shoes, put on the red shoes that you like.
Put on the red dress that you want to.
Put on the red dress that you like.
Put on the red dress that you've never worn before.
Put on the red dress, put on the red dress that you like.
Everybody's dreaming and so am I
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