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Ladies and gentleman ... the president! Mesdames et messieurs... le président Hush little baby don`t you cry your mama is gone for a while all your trials..., soon be over. (Just can`t stop the peace train!) (Peace train is sounding louder now!)

In deep respect for John Lennon (I will always remember)and Yoko Ono.

Nasty weather! Nasty war!

Al what will left is dust. I was born from earth. I will go to earth. But my spirit is free. I will live as long as you think of me. And in a view seconds I`ll be there with you.

Time to say goodbye, home sweet home.

Who`s coming home from war? Will you be the same? Or will you see the blue sky or the stars before you close your eyes?

Anti war song. Ah, Blood Sweat and Tears, one of my favorit Groups. We have played many songs of them in the sixties.

A fantastic song. By the way I like the way of Mark Knopfer`s guitar playing in the original version.

Not better as Santana but I like to singing this song. It is relaxing and full of Rhytme. I playd it with many Bands. For the first time I can sing it without bandmembers. Karaoke makes it possible today.

My first Love. I never smelled a kiss like this. She choosed another. Pity.

My mother and I singing one of the beautiful songs from the "Whiskey on a sunday" CD from Danny Doyle. He has one of the best voices in the world. (Mary Black too). This is our favorit song. Sometimes we forgotten the words. Excuse please. Here they are: If you could wait a moment longer, The sun would rise before the morn. The shadows from the sky would vanish, And the day be twice as long. Ev’ry minute would be an hour, Ev’ry hour a loving kiss, Ev’ry kiss a fresh springflower, Sparkling in the morning mist. If you were here again beside me, The running waters I would hold. And turn their flow to you my lover, To wash your feet, your hair of gold. Ev’ry drop a silver crystal, Ev’ry crystal all aglow, Ev’ry glow a breath of beauty, From your skin like dimple snow. But since you’ve gone the light has faded, Birds are silent in the wood. The grass still trampled in a hollow, Marks the spots on wich you stood. Ev’ry tree a sad reminder, Ev’ry branch a memory bad, Ev’ry memory tinged with sorrow That you are gone and I still care.

I like to sing old songs with good melody.

Tom sings a favorit song.

Her hair is hollow gold, her lips sweet surprise. Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to think twice. She's pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes. And she'll tease you, she'll unease you, all the better just to please you. She's precautious, and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush. She got Greta Garbo's standard size, she's got Bette Davis eyes. She'll let you take her home. It works her appetite. She'll lay you on the throne, she got Bette Davis eyes. She'll take a tumble on you, roll you like you were dice. Until you come out blue, she's got Bette Davis eyes. She'll expose you, when she snows you. Hope you breathe with the crumbs she throws you. She's ferocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush. All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes. And she'll tease you, she'll unease you, all the better just to please you. She's precautious, and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush. All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes. She will tease you. She'll unease you. Just to please you, she's got Bette Davis eyes. She'll expose you. Then she snows you. She knows you, she's got Bette Davis eyes.

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