To 1977 οι Keith Emerson (keyboards), Greg Lake (vocals, guitars, bass) και Carl Palmer (drums, percussion) που αποτελούσαν το περίφημο συγκρότημα "Emerson, Lake & Palmer" κυκλοφόρησαν ένα διπλό LP με τίτλο: "Works Volume 1".. Στις τρεις από τις τέσσερις πλευρές του δίσκου ο κάθε ένας εκ των τριών μελών του γκρουπ παρουσίαζε την προσωπική του δουλειά και στο τέταρτο υπήρχαν τραγούδια που είχαν γραφεί και από του τρεις. Ένα από τα τραγούδια του δίσκου λεγόταν "C'est la vie" και ανήκε στα τραγούδια του κιθαρίστα Greg Lake. Μια μπαλάντα εξαιρετικής ομορφιάς που την έκανε ακόμα oμορφότερη η χροιά της φωνής του Greg.
C'est la vie Have your leaves all turned to brown Will you scatter them around you C'est la vie
Do you love And then how am I to know If you don't let your love show for me C'est la vie
Oh, oh, c'est la vie Oh, oh, c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie
In the night Do you light a lover's fire Do the ashes of desire for you remain
Like the sea There's a love too deep to show Took a storm before my love flowed for you C'est la vie
Oh, oh, c'est la vie Oh, oh, c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie
Like a song Out of tune and out of time All I needed was a rhyme for you C'est la vie
Do you give Do you live from day to day Is there no song I can play for you C'est la vie
Oh, oh, c'est la vie Oh, oh, c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie
Επιτυχία είναι η συνεχής (έστω και μικρή) βελτίωση.
Για τους φίλους της country and western music. Το τραγούδι αυτό ήταν εφηβική μου τρέλα. O τραγουδιστής είναι ο ηθοποιός Lorne Green που πρωταγωνιστούσε στη western σειρά "Bonanza". Το τραγούδι κυκλοφόρησε το 1964 και έφτασε στο Νο 1 των Η.Π.Α.
He lay face down in the desert sand Clutching his six-gun in his hand Shot from behind, I thought he was dead But under his heart was an ounce of lead But a spark still burned so I used my knife And late that night I saved the life of Ringo
I nursed him till the danger passed The days went by, he mended fast Then from dawn till setting sun He practiced with that deadly gun And hour on hour I watched in awe No human being could match the draw of Ringo
One day we rode the mountain crest And I went east and he went west I took to law and wore a star While he spread terror near and far With lead and blood he gained such fame All through the West they feared the name of Ringo
I knew someday I'd face the test Which one of us would be the best And sure enough the word came down That he was holed up in the town I left the posse out in the street And I went in alone to meet Ringo
They said my speed was next to none But my lightning draw had just begun When I heard a blast that stung my wrist The gun went flying from my fist And I was looking down the bore Of the deadly .44 of Ringo
They say that was the only time That anyone had seen him smile He slowly lowered his gun and then He said to me "We're even, friend" And so at last I understood That there was still a spark of good in Ringo
I blocked the path of his retreat He turned and stepped into the street A dozen guns spit fire and lead A moment later, he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer Nowhere was there shed a tear for Ringo
The story spread throughout the land That I had beaten Ringo's hand And it was just the years, they say That made me put my guns away But on his grave they can't explain The tarnished star above the name of Ringo
Επιτυχία είναι η συνεχής (έστω και μικρή) βελτίωση.
Κι εγώ έζησα τις χρυσές μας εποχές. Αλλά ήρθα εδώ να παλέψω και να σώσω την ομάδα μου. Δεν κάθομαι σε ένα πληκτρολόγιο να κρίνω και να μη βοηθάω. Ήρθα πρώτος να παλέψω τον πόλεμο. Αν δεν τους αρέσει, να μην ασχολούνται. Κουράστηκα να ακούω μαλακίες! Θ. Χατζόπουλος