My Man Oh, my man, I love him so, he'll never know All my life is just despair, but I don't

care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright, all right... What's the difference if I say I'll go away When I know I'll come back on my knee someday For whatever my man is, I am his forever more It cost me a lot, But there's one thing that I've got, it's my man Cold and wet tired, you bet, But all that I soon forget with my man He's not much for looks And no hero out of books is my man Two or three girls has he That he likes as well as me, but I love him... Oh, my man, I love him so, he'll never know All my life is just despair, but I don't care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright, all right... What's the difference if I say I'll go away When I know I'll come back on my knee someday For whatever my man is, I am his forever more...
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Memory
C Am Midnight, not a sound on the pavement F Em Has the moon lost a memory? She is smiling alone Dm Am In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet G C And the wind begins to moan C Am Memory, all alone in the moonlight F I can smile at the old days Em I was beautiful then Dm Am I remember the time I knew what happiness was G C Let the memory live again Em F Em F Every street lamp seems to beat Em C G A fainter listening warning Em D Someone mutters and a street lamp flutters Em C D And soon it will be morning C Am Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise F I must think of a new life Em And I mustn't give in Dm Am When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too G C And a new day will begin Em F Em F Burnt out ends of smokey days Em C G The stale cold smell of morning Em D A street lamp dies another night is over Em C D Another day is dawning C Am Touch me, it's so easy to leave me F All alone with the memory EM Of my days in the sun Dm Am If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is G C Look, a new day has begun

Bbm May be the face I can' t forget F# A trace of pleasure I regret C# Bb May be my treasure or the price I have to pay D#m F#m She may be the song that Solomon sings C# May be the chill that autumn brings D#m May be a hundred tearful things G#sus4 G# C# F# G#sus4 G# Within the mea-sure of the day (idem) She May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside, a shell (pas de F# G#sus4 G#) A She E Who always seems so happy to crow D Whose eyes can be so private and so proud C# No one' s allowed to see them when they cry F#m B E She may be the love that can and hope to last A D# May come to me from shadows of the past D#7 G# That I remember till the day I die C# She

She C#

Bbm May be the reason I survive

F# The why and where for I' m alive

C# Bb The one I' ll care for through the rough and rainy years D#m F#m Me I' ll take her laughter and her tears C# And make them all my souvenirs D#m For where she goes I got to be G#sus4 G# The meaning of my life is F# F#m C# F# (F#m C#)<==fade out She, she,.....she

On my own D Em D D/C# On my own, pretending hes beside me, Bm E A AM7 All alone, I walk with him till morning, G F#7 Bm Without him, I feel his arms around me, Em A And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me. In the rain, the pavement shines like silver, All the lights are misty in the river, In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight, And all I see is him and me forever and forever. Bb G#7 Bb Bb/A And I know its only in my mind, Gm Gm7 Eb That Im talking to myself and not to him, Em B B7 And although I know that he is blind, C C7 Still I say theres a way for us. F Gm F F/E I love him, but when the night is over, Dm G C CM7 He is gone, the rivers just a river, Bb A7 Dm Without him the world around me changes, Gm C The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers. I love him, but every day im learning, All my life Ive only been pretending, Without me his world will go on turning, A world thats full of happiness that I have never known. F F7 Bb I love him, I love him, I love him, F#7 F But only on my own.

A heart full of love A E/G# F#m

A E6/G# F#m A heart full of love A E6/G# F#7 A heart full of song Bm I'm doing everything all wrong Bb Oh God, for shame Dm I do not even know your name G Dear Mad'moiselle G7 F Will you Cm Won't you say? A E6/G# F#m tell? A heart full of love

A E6/G# F#7 No fear, no regret Bm My name is Marius Pontmercy Bb And mine's Cosette Dm Cosette, I don't know what to say G Then make no sound G7 F I am Cm I am lost A E6/G# F#m found! A heart full of light

A E6/G# F#7 A night bright as day A heart full of you Bm And you must never go away Bb Cosette, Cosette

Dm This is a chain we'll never break G7 F Cm Do we dream? A E/G# F#m We're a--wake! A heart full of love

F#m A E6/G# F# He was never mine to lose A heart full of you F# Bm Why______________regret what could not be? A single look and_________then I knew. Bb I knew it too G7 Not to me Dm These are words he'll never say Cm From today F Bb Not to me, not to me. Ev'ry day, Eb Gm Bb His heart_______full of love. for it isn't a dream, Cm F7 Bb Not a dream af---ter all. he will never feel this way.

La Marseilllaise G Allons enfants de la Patrie C D7 G Le jour de gloire est arriv D Contre nous de la tyrannie G L'tendard sanglant est lev L'tendard sanglant est lev D7 G Entendez vous dans les campagnes C D Mugir ces froces soldats Gm* D Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras, Eb* G Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes --------------------------------------(LE REFRAIN) D G D G D Aux armes citoyens ! Formez vos bataillons ! G Marchons, marchons, C G C G Qu'un sang impur abreu - ve nos sillons --------------------------------------Que veut cette horde d'esclaves De tratres, de Rois conjurs ? Pour qui ces ignobles entraves, Ces fers ds longtemps prpars ? {2x} Franais ! pour nous, ah ! quel outrage ! Quels transports il doit exciter ! C'est nous qu'on ose mditer De rendre l'antique esclavage ! AU REFRAIN Quoi ! des cohortes trangres Feraient la loi dans nos foyers ? Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers {2x} Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchanes Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient, De vils despotes deviendraient Les matres de nos destines ?

AU REFRAIN Tremblez, tyrans ! et vous, perfides, L'opprobe de tous les partis, Tremblez ! vos projets parricides Vont enfin recevoir leur prix {2x}. Tout est soldat pour vous combattre, S'ils tombent, nos jeunes hros, La terre en produit de nouveaux Contre vous tous prts se battre AU REFRAIN Franais ! en guerriers magnanimes Portez ou retenez vos coups. Epargnez ces tristes victimes A regret s'armant contre nous {2x}. Mais le despote sanguinaire, Mais les complices de Bouill, Tous ces tigres qui sans piti Dchirent le sein de leur mre AU REFRAIN Amour sacr de la Patrie Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Libert, Libert chrie ! Combats avec tes dfenseurs {2x}. Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure tes mles accents, Que tes ennemis expirant Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! AU REFRAIN Nous entrerons dans la carrire, Quand nos ans n'y seront plus Nous y trouverons leur poussire Et les traces de leurs vertus. {2x} Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre Que de partager leur cercueil, Nous aurons le sublime orgueil De les venger ou de les suivre ! AU REFRAIN

Cambalache C Cdim G Que el mundo fue y ser una porquera, ya lo s, G Cdim C en el quinientos seis y en el dos mil tambin; G que siempre ha habido chorros, maquiavelos y estafaos, Cdim G Baug C C7 contentos y amargaos, valores y dubl. F Fm C Pero que el siglo veinte es un despliegue A7 Dm G7 C G7 C C7 de mald insolente ya no hay quien lo nieeegue, F Fm C vivimos revolcaos en un merengue A7 Dm G7 C G C y en el mismo lodo todos manoseaos. C C7 F Hoy resulta que es lo mismo ser derecho que traidor, A7 Dm A7 Dm G7 C ignorante, sabio, chorro, pretencioso, estafador. Am C Am Dm Todo es igual, nada es mejor, G G7 C lo mismo un burro que un gran profesor! G C Am Dm F No hay aplazaos ni escaalafn, G G7 C los inmorales nos han igualao... C Gm C7 Si uno vive en la impostuuura F Fm y otro afana en su ambicin, C da lo mismo que sea cura, Dm colchonero, rey de bastos,o G7 C G C caradura o polizn. Qu falta de respeto, qu atropello a la razn! Cualquiera es un seor, cualquiera es un ladrn! Mezclaos con Stavisky van don Bosco y la Mignon, don Chicho y Napolen, Carnera y San Martn. Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa de los cambalaches se ha mezclao la vida, y herida por un sable sin remache ves llorar la Biblia contra un calefn. Siglo veinte, cambalache, problemtico y febril, el que no llora no mama y el que no afana es un gil. Dale noms, dale que va, que all en el horno nos vamo a encontrar! No pienses ms, tirate a un lao, que a nadie importa si naciste honrao! Si es lo mismo el que labura noche y da como un buey que el que vive de los otros, que el que mata o el que cura o est fuera de la ley. A7

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