Free Man In Paris
If I had my way, Id walk thru that door and wander
Down the champs elysees
Going from cafe to cabaret
The way I see it, I just cant win it
Everybodys in it for their own game
You cant please them all
Theres always somebody callin you down
And I do my best and I do good business
As a lot of people asking for my time
Theyre trying to get ahead
And try and be a good friend of mine
I was a free man in paris, I was unfettered and alive
There was nobody to call me up for favours
Noones future to decide
You know Id go back there tomorrow
But for the work Im taking on
? ? ? star makin machinery
Behind the popular song
I deal in dreamers and telephone schemers
Lately I wonder what I do it for
If I had my way, Id walk thru that door and wander
Down the champs elysees
Going from cafe to cabaret
Thinkin how I feel when I find
That very good friend of mine
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Free Man In Paris
The way I see it, he said
You just cant win it...
Everybodys in it for their own gain
You cant please em all
Theres always somebody calling you down
I do my best
And I do good business
Theres a lot of people asking for my time
Theyre trying to get ahead
Theyre trying to be a good friend of mine
I was a free man in paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no ones future to decide
You know Id go back there tomorrow
But for the work Ive taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
I deal in dreamers
And telephone screamers
Lately I wonder what I do it for
If l had my way
Id just walk through those doors
And wander
Down the champs elysees
Going cafe to cabaret
Thinking how Ill feel when I find
That very good friend of mine
I was a free man in paris
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody was calling me up for favors
No ones future to decide
You know Id go back there tomorrow
But for the work Ive taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song.
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Postcards From Paris
postcards from paris
Dear friend of my mine
The weather's fine
Today i saw some ruins of the roman world's decline
And i climbed all those spanish steps
You've heard of them no doubt
But rome has lost its glory, i don't know what its about.
I wish you were here
When the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still
I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing on the seven hills
I make my way to a small cafe, i wonder what you did today
Wish you were here
Dear one at home.
I just flew in from rome,
Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome
And so i climbed the eiffel tower
And prayed at notre dame
But i just can't find the romance
And i wonder why i came
Wish you were here
On the champs elysees lovers walk hand in hand
Wish you were here
They take one look at me and seem to understand
This city of light is a lovely site, the first bright star i see tonight
Wish you were here
Now i write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
And wondering why two people got so far apart
Wish you were here, here in london where the rain the pouring down
Wish you were here
On this airplane headed back to new york town
I'll never leave you alone again. i'm coming home but until then
Wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here.
song performed by by John Denver
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Champs Elysee (live)
Je me balladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce ft toi
Et je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler pour t'apprivoiser
Aux champs lyses,
Aux champs lyses
Au soleil sous la pluie, a midi ou minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux champs lyses
Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare la main du soir au matin
Alors je t'ai accompagn
On a chant, on a dans
Et on a mme pas pens s'embrasser!
Aux Champs-Elysees,
aux Champs-Elysees
Au soleil, sous la pluie, midi ou minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees
song performed by by NOFX
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Differences between a Good Friend and a Bad Friend
A good friend would wait for you;
So you could both walk to the bus;
A bad friend would just leave impatient;
“I’d rather go hang with Gus.”
A good friend would help with a chore;
Even if it’s taking out the trash;
A bad friend would just smirk;
“If only you gave me cash.”
A good friend would listen;
To whatever you have to say;
A bad friend would cover your mouth;
“Quit blabbering away! ”
A good friend would say “Come on over.”
Whenever you feel like you’re alone;
A bad friend would yell at your face;
“Just go on back home! ”
A good friend would phone;
To ask how you are;
A bad friend wouldn’t care;
“Wanna go to the bar? ”
A good friend will cheer you up;
Whenever you feel sad;
A bad friend would laugh;
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
A good friend would stand up for you;
When blamed for a crime;
A bad friend would walk away;
“Oh look at the time.”
A good friend would come to your funeral;
And leave flowers in your wake;
A bad friend would blow it off;
“It was his mistake! ”
poem by Jessica Lopez
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Paris with Her
What would it be like to go to Paris
on a whim with a woman
who is as mystical and magical
as the city of Love
What would it be like to sit at a Café
drinking our wine eating our cheese on
Avenue des Champs-Elysées but seeing only her
What would it be like to hold her hand
strolling over Pont Neuf to the Eiffel Tower
her hair swirling in the wind, d'issay Miyake
clouding my mind
What would it be like to hide in a corner
of Notre Dame Cathedral
and kiss her passionately her eyes holding mine
what would it be like to make love under a Paris moon
on the green grass of Champ de Mars with the woman I love
It would be Heaven.
poem by Barry Renee
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Cabaret
Artist/band lisa minelli
Song title cabaret
Album cabaret
Submitted by merely
Lyrics what good is sitting alone
In you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow a horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your tables waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girlfriend
Known as elsie,
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in chelsea
She wasnt waht youd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker:
Well, thats what comes
From too much pills and liquor.
But when I saw her laid out like a queen,
She was the happiest... corpse...
Id ever seen.
I think of elsie to this very day.
I remember how shed turn to me and say:
What good is sitting alone
In you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
I made my mind up, back in chelsea,
When I go, Im going like elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb
Isnt that a long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Only a cabarert, old chum
And I love a cabaret.
Here you here! good luck
Maria
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Wish You Were Here
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album, and has also been released on the stonehaven sunrise and the john denver collection - caly
Lbums.
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine
Today i saw some ruins of the roman world' decline
And i climbed all those spanish steps, you've heard of them no doubt
But rome has lost its glory, i don't know what it's about
I wish you were here
(when the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic stills)
I wish you were here
(and the bells are ringing on the seven hills)
I make my way to a small cafe
I wonder what you did today
Wish you were here
Dear one at home, i just flew in from rome
And paris is a postcard all decked in color chrome
And so i climbed the eiffel tower and prayed at notre dame
But i just can't find the romance and i wonder why i came
I wish you were here
(on the champs elysees, lovers walking hand in hand)
I wish you were here
(they take one look at me and seem to understand)
This city of light is a lovely sight
The first bright star i see tonight
Wish you were here
Now i write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
Wonderin' why two people got so far apart
I wish you were here
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm coming home, but until then
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Words and music by jimmy webb
song performed by by John Denver
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God's Yield
In the field
Of God's Yield
You're the One that stood out!
You're not the prettiest
The tallest or the slenderest
Or the most graceful,
But my heart chose you
The way your mirror chose me
I never cared for my dull reflection
For with life's shades I've been darkened
But your light chose me
In this instant of neutrality
Made all the difference in you and me
There is no effort here
Just pure flow!
Love is truly blind
We know not why we love
But when our eyes locked
It's bliss beyond measure
You're the Sun of my moon
I am the Moon of your sun
You're the romance of my love
I am the love of your romance
I cannot exist without your light
My mirror would be a very desolate place
You're my Paris, my Champs-Élysées, my Tour Eiffel
You are the sparkle in my eyes
That lights up my Paris, my Champs-Élysées, and my Tour Eiffel
Let love flow freely
My river opens in the arms of your ocean
The more my Poem will glow
Vive L'amour!
poem by leaking Pen
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Back To Chicago
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
I was waiting all alone last night
When they cancelled all remaining flights
And I was suddenly aware, I was being so unfair
To turn and run from you again
So I called you on the telephone
And I said hey girl Im coming home
Cause I know my words were cruel
And that I acted like a fool
But Im gonna make it all up to you
And I dont care what people say
Cause Im gonna love you night & day
Oh baby if you still want me
Still need me, all you gotta do is let me
Walk right up to your door
Im makin my way back to chicago
Im makin my way come rain or shine
Im gonna find true love waiting for me
Im gonna make it all work out for good this time
Lets go walking by the beach tonight
And watch the sun come up on lake shore drive
Then Ill take you in my arms
And Ill keep you from all harm
Cause I know everything is gonna be alright
And I dont care what people say
Cause Im gonna love you night & day
Oh baby if you still want me
Still need me, all you gotta do is let me
Just walk right up to your door
Im makin my way back to chicago
Im makin my way come rain or shine
Im gonna find true love waiting for me
Im gonna make it all work out for good this time
Im makin my way back to chicago
Im makin my way come rain or shine
Im gonna find true love waiting for me
Im gonna make it all work out for good
Know its understood
Im coming home to stay this time
song performed by by Styx
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London To Paris
Paris, the city of gaiety
Paris, oh city so bright
Paris, with girls continental
We are crossing the Channel tonight.
Euros we will spend by 'the plenty'
As soon as we step on your shore.
We love pretty girls continental
The shine in their eyes we adore.
We'll reach the top of the 'Eiffel'
Admiring the wonderful sight,
And we'll walk along the Champs Elysees
As we visit the City of Culture tonight.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Dans Paris
The beauty of a city
the breathtaking
awe-inspiring
captivating
somewhat magical Parisian charm
Paris captures the hearts of those who step into its glossy boutiques and cafes
Just as a beautiful and sensuous seductress ensnares her defenceless prey
The star-studded Eiffel Tower in all its glory
shining like a beacon of fire across the Parisian night sky
Taking a walk along the breezy boulevard of the Champs Elysees
The romantic artists painting their subjects on Montmartres's quaint streets and alleys
The sun sets over the Seine and the City of Lights comes to life
poem by Salwa Nuseiba
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Good From Far, Far From Good
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
I dont go thinkin its right, for somebody else
I know how it is, I can see for myself, yeah
Look left, right, and make up your mind
If anyone tells you different, well theyre wastin your time
Yet its alright
Hey baby, whats a man to do
He says nothin, but he aint no fool
Hes just lookin, but its understood
Looks good from far, but its far from good
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
She feels out of place, but it isnt a dream
She looks round and she knows that its all too extreme, yeah
And meanwhile, a party is beginnin to stall
And now shes ready to turn, and get away from it all
It dont feel right
Hey baby, whats a girl to do
You feel hurt, cause you play by the rules
Your friends tell you youre misunderstood
Looks good from far, but its far from good
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
Good from far, far from good
You must accept that all, you turn and walk away
You live your own life, you get stronger every day
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
Good from far, far from good
Baby, Im feelin alright
Good from far, far from good
No more no more no more no more
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
song performed by by April Wine
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Cafe Prague.
Cream coloured coffee
And hot buttered toast
August sunshine
A packet of cigarettes
Talks on love and life
Friends and strangers all together
Days of summer
Seated on outside chairs
Tears and laughter
Mixed in the air
Of the perfect day just us and them
Cafe pavements
The world at view
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
Used coffee cups
And ashtrays too
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
Trendy young girls
And the wannabe author
Auster, Adams and Mr. Salinger
Days of dreaming
The perfect film
In view for all to see
Hello, hello
So good to see you
Was it twelve?
Or maybe it was two
I’ll sit and wait
And think of you
Cafe pavements
For me and you
Pairs, Rome and cafe Prague
Dirty spoons and knives
And glasses too
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
Teacups and Earl grey
And ice cream sundaes
Black and white life
In full technicolour
Light my cigarette
And I’ll listen all day
Sunshine days
Storm clouds - away
The table over there
Just a smiling man
For today - all alone
Waiting his time
Cafe pavements
The world today
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
Beautiful Ladies
And business gents
Paris, Rome and Cafe Prague
Student cameras
And picture painting
Hollywood lifestyle
In the common street
Brando, Dean and Al Pacino
Next to you and me
See you later
Maybe tomorrow
Give me a ring
And we’ll make a date
I’ll sit and think
And wait for you
Cafe pavements
For meetings and lunch
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
Perfect tables
And used up chairs
Paris, Rome and cafe Prague
poem by Patrick Sant
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Postcard From Paris
(Webb)
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine. Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's decline.
And I climbed all those Spanish steps, you've heard of them, no doubt.
But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it's about.
I wish you were here (when the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic stills).
I wish you were here (And the bells are ringing on the seven hills).
I make my way to a small caf, I wonder what you did today.
Wish you were here, dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.
And Paris is a postcard, all decked out in color chrome.
And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower and prayed at Notre Dame,
but I just can't find the romance and I wonder why I came.
I wish you were here (On the Champs Elysees, lovers walking hand in hand).
I wish you were here (They take one look at me and seem to understand).
This city of light is a lovely sight, the first bright star I see tonight.
Wish you were here, now I write this from the plane, drinking cheap champagne.
Wondering why two people got so far apart.
I wish you were here (Here in London where the rain is pouring down).
I wish you were here (On this airplane headed back to New York town).
I'll never leave you alone again, I'm coming home, but until then,
Wish you were here, wish you were here, wish you were here.
song performed by by John Denver
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Everytime That It Rains
Stuck in an airport in austin, all of the flights are delayed
And as the rain keeps fallin the memries keep callin me back
To another time and place
Back to a rainy dy in oklahoma, she was workin at this roadside cafe
And it was just her and me and looked like it would be
At least till the storm rolled away
I played please come to boston on the jukebox
She said hey thats my favorite song
The next thing I knew the song was through
And we were still dancin along
And with that look in her eyes she pulled from me
Then she pulled off that apron she wore
And with her hand in mine we turned off the sign
And locked the rain outside the door
(chorus)
Every time that it rains I can hear her heart callin
It rains, I can see that dress fallin
The storm clouds roll on, still the memory remains
Every time that it rains
One late rainy night I got a phone call
So I went back to see her again
And through the dnce we both stumbled and with the buttons we fumbled
So we decided just to call it at friends
If we ever had a thing now its over and only the memory remains
Of a roadside cafe on a september day
I relive every time that it rains
*chorus*
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Package
Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I crave
Lie to smile and get what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine, not mine
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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Good Friends
(c. gantry, l. chera)
Feeling one anothers joy and sorrow
Dreams today may come true tomorrow
Good friends
Close together like theyre bookends
Feeling what the other one is feeling
They never seem to be without
Those little things to laugh about
Good friends
They have the kind of love
That only deepens
Its something that you rarely find worth keeping
Oh people even new ones come
Youre lucky if you find just one good friend
And we say goodbye
Knowing what we have will fade away
Well meet another time
Another day
My friend
Good friends
Their paths may never come together again
But in their hearts
Theyre on a road with no end
Where life will take us who can tell
Guess its time to say farewell
My friend
Good friends
You never will forget
Your good friends
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Farewell
(r. stewart / m. quittenton)
Fare thee well my brother
Please dont stand in my way
Im going down to that dirty town
No matter what you say
You fooled me and you ruled me
And you played in every part
I gotta go, its no use me stayin home
Goodbye my sister
Please dont let me see you cry
Gonna be a star some day
No matter what they say
And when you hear the crowds
All callin and shouting out my name
Until then, my little friend, Ill be unsatisfied
So long sweet melinda
Dont forget that youre my girl
Gonna dress you fine
And if you give me time
Make you proud like I said I would
And if the champs elysees no fallacy
If I find the world looks like it should
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars
Then I could stay a while
Well I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And Ill miss you all
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
Farewell all my family
Dont you know I mean you so well
Please appreciate I must make a break
Just to see what I can do
The stage is set so understand
I cant hide in the wings no more
Ive got to go now its no use me staying home
All I can say is I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And I think Im always gonna miss you
And I love you always
I think Im always gonna miss ya
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
And I love you and I miss you
If you dont get no mail you know Im in jail
But I love you and I miss you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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It can't be any simpler: the farewell is going to be on the Champs-Elysees.
quote by Lance Armstrong
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A Morning Song
The thrush is in the wattle tree, an', 'O, you pretty dear!'
He's callin' to his little wife for all the bush to hear.
He's wantin' all the bush to know about his charmin' hen;
He sings it over fifty times, an' then begins again.
For it's Mornin'! Mornin'! The world is wet with dew,
With tiny drops a-twinkle where the sun comes shinin' thro'.
The thrush is in the wattle tree, red robin's underneath,
The little blue-cap's dodgin' in an' out amongst the heath;
An' they're singin', boy, they're singin' like they'd bust 'emselves to bits;
While, up above, old Laughin' Jack is having forty fits.
For it's Mornin'! Mornin'! The leaves are all ashine:
There's treasure all about the place; an' all of it is mine.
Oh, it's good to be a wealthy man, it's grand to be a king
With mornin' on the forest-land an' joy in everything.
It's fine to be a healthy man with healthy work to do
In the singin' land, the clean land, washed again with dew.
When sunlight slants across the trees, an' birds begin to sing,
Then kings may snore in palaces, but I'm awake - and king.
But the king must cook his breakfast, an' the king must sweep the floor;
Then out with axe on shoulder to his kingdom at the door,
His old dog sportin' on ahead, his troubles all behind,
An' joy mixed in the blood of him because the world is kind.
For it's Mornin'! Mornin'! Time to out an' strive!
Oh, there's not a thing I'm askin' else but just to be alive!
It's cranky moods a man will get an' funny ways of mind;
For I've a memory of one whose thoughts were all unkind:
Who sat an' brooded thro' the night beside the blazin' log,
His home a mirthless, silent house, his only pal a dog.
But it's Mornin'! Mornin'! I nurse no thought but praise,
I've more good friends than I could count, tho' I should count for days.
My friends are in the underbrush, my friends are in the trees,
An' merrily they welcome me with mornin' melodies.
Above, below, from bush an' bough each calls his tuneful part;
An' best of all, one trusty friend is callin' in my heart.
For it's Mornin'! Mornin'! When night's black troubles end.
An' never man was friendless yet who stayed his own good friend.
Ben Murray, he's no friend of mine, an' well I know the same;
But why should I be thinkin' hate, an' nursin' thoughts of blame?
Last evenin' I'd no friend within, but troubles all around,
An' madly thought to fight a man for ten or twenty pound.
But it's Mornin'! Mornin'! my friend within's alive,
An' he'd never risk a twenty - tho' he might consider five.
But where's the call to think of strife with such good things about?
The gum-leaves are a-twinkle as the sun comes peepin' out.
The blue-cap's in an' out the fern, red robin's on the gate,
An' who could hear the song of them a hold a thought of hate?
Oh, it's Mornin'! Mornin'! No time for thinkin' wrong.
An' I'd be scared to strike a man, I feel so awful strong.
Grey thrush is in the wattle, an' it's, 'O, you pretty dear!'
He's callin' to his little wife, an' don't care who should hear
In the great bush, the fresh bush, washed again with dew.
An' my axe is on my shoulder, an' there's work ahead to do.
Oh, it's Mornin'! Singin' Mornin'! in the land I count the best,
An' with the heart an' mind of me I'm singin' with the rest.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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