et je m'endormirai sur les galets...
pub de la blanche porte ...
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gy & cy
nos débuts...
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souvenirs... printemps de bourges 1978
programme :
alan stivell, anne sylvestre, areski fontaine, bernard lubat, claude nougaro, gabriel yacoub, georges moustaki, gilbert laffaille, graeme allwright, jean-roger caussimon, lluis llach, louise forestier, maria del mar bonet, michèle bernard, mireille, mona lisa, pia colombo, renaud, roger siffer, steve waring...
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trains
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prunes
endurance, résistance, ténacité
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brother, can you spare a dime?
they used to tell me i was building a dream
and so i followed the mob when there was earth to plow or guns to bear
i was always there right on the job
they used to tell me i was building a dream with peace and glory ahead
why should i be standing in line just waiting for bread?
once i built a railroad i made it run made it race against time
once i built a railroad now it's done
brother, can you spare a dime?
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malicorne
© eric pascual
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walt whitman
i hear america singing, the varied carols i hear,
those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
the carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
the mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
the boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
the shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
the wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission
or at sundown,
the delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
or of the girl sewing or washing,
each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
the day what belongs to the day
at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs
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