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Scratched Disc

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If you keep dancing that way,
They''ll think the music is good
With you everything becomes perfect
 
This big smile, the most beautiful in the world
As if life is so marvellous
Even though it’s not all that
 
And what about another place
To your house or to my life
You choose
Sadness will kill itself
With a dose of joy
With you completing my day
 
Come be my week
My weekend and my holiday
My perscription
My scratched disc
 
On the part that says
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
 
Come be my week
My weekend and my holiday
My perscription
My scratched disc
 
On the part that says
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
 
And what about another place
To your house or to my life
You choose
 
Sadness will kill itself
With a dose of joy
With you completing my day
 
Come be my week
My weekend and my holiday
My perscription
My scratched disc
 
On the part that says
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
 
Come be my week
My weekend and my holiday
My perscription
My scratched disc
 
On the part that says
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
 
Come be my week
My weekend and my holiday
My perscription
My scratched disc
 
On the part that says
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
 


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You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

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Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
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Little by little, it rained
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When it became morning againi
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You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
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Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
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The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
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Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
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The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
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The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.