Top2000 Editie 2007 #13: Let's spend the Top2000 together

My Ever Changing Moods

Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best
Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest
The cool before the warm
The calm after the storm
I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food
But I'm caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods
Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet - for me won't be too soon
The hush before the silence
The winds after the blast
I wish we'd move together - this time the bosses sued
But we're caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood
Teardrops turn to children - who've never had the time
To commit the sins they pay for through - another's evil mind
The love after the hate
The love we leave too late
I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved
But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood

Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line
But I know which way I'd run to if the choice was mine
The past is knowledge - the present our mistake
And the future we always leave too late
I wish we'd come to our senses and see there is no truth
In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood

The Style Counsil, geweldig!

Deze ken ik niet
Wel een lekker nummer.

BUFFOONS - IT'S THE END
(Langley; Page)
Imperial IH 777


It's the end, it's the end
No use to say the word
I know it's over
Your heart sings like a bird but not for me
It's the end, it's the end
There's no need to pretend
You go your way down the line
This is the end

The way he looks at you
With eyes to get her
The way you look at him
Soft and relieved
It's the end, it's the end
There's no need to pretend
You go your way down the line
This is the end

I know that you'll be happy with him
Cause you've got so much love to give him
No use to say the word
I know it's over
No need to say goodbye
No need to cry
It's the end, it's the end
There's no need to pretend
You go your way down the line
This is the end

It's the end
It's the end

Beetje teveel drama voor mij, dit nummer van de Buffoons....

Nutbush City Limits
A church-house, gin-house
A school-house, out-house
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town
Oh, Nutbush, they call it Nutbush city limits

You go to field on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go to church ev'ry Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale
You can't cob no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee
That's called a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch what you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush ....

They call it Nutbush

Up Where We Belong
WHO KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS
IN A WORLD WHERE FEW HEARTS SURVIVE
ALL I KNOW IS THE WAY I FEEL
WHEN ITS REAL I LEEP IT ALIVE
THE ROAD IS LONG THERE ARE MOUNTAINS IN THE WAY

LOVE LIFT US UP WHERE WE BELONG
WHERE THE EAGLES FLY ON A MOUNTAN HIGH
LOVE LIFT US UP WHERE WE BELONG
FAR FROM THE WORLD BELOW
WHERE THE CLEAR WINDS BLOW

SOME HANG ON TO USUED TO BE
LIVE THERE LIFE LOOKING BEHIND
ALL WE HAVE IS HERE AND NOW
ALL OUR LIVES OUT THERE TO FIND
THE ROAD IS LONG AND THERE ARE MOUNTAINS IN MY WAY
BUT WE CLIMB THE STAIRS EVERYDAY

CHORUS

TIME GOES BY NO TIME TO CRY
JUST YOU AND I ALONE

CHORUS

Kutversie van dit geweldige nummer. (Nutbush dus).