Armstrong, Will Filmography

• The Producers
  2005, role: actor , character name: Auditioner

Armstrong, Don Filmography

• RocketMan
  1997, role: actor , character name: Anchorman
• Gamera 2: Region shurai
  1996, role: actor , character name: Radio News Reporter, Tokyo News Anchor

Armstrong, Will Filmography

• Stand by for Action
  1942, role: actor , character name: Sailor
• Mr. Dynamite
  1941, role: actor , character name: Tenant
• The Merry Frinks
  1934, role: actor , character name: Second Expressman
• Red Fork Range
  1931, role: actor , character name: Sergeant O'Flaherty
• Why Gorillas Leave Home
  1929, role: actor
• A Gallant Gob
  1928, role: actor
• Love in a Police Station
  1927, role: actor , character name: Police Sgt. Murray
• For Sale, a Bungalow
  1927, role: actor , character name: The Customer
• Clancy's Kosher Wedding
  1927, role: actor , character name: Timothy Clancy
• A Boy of the Streets
  1927, role: actor , character name: Dan Gallagher

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Armstrong - Lobo
• Armstrong - Nanci Griffith
• Armstrong - John Stewart
• Armstrong - Claude Nougaro

Black boy in Chicago
Playin' in the street
Not enough to wear
Not near enough to eat
But don't you know he saw it
On that July afternoon
Saw a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
Young girl in Calcutta
Barely eight years old
The fly's that swarm the market place
Will see she don't grow old
But don't you know she heard it
On a July afternoon
Heard a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
River's getting dirty
The wind in getting bad
War and hate are killing off
The only earth we have
But the whole world stopped to watch it
On that July afternoon
Watched a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
And I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe
They watched a man named Adam

Black boy in Chicago, playing in the street
Not near enough to wear, not near enough to eat
Don't you know he saw it on a July afternoon?
He saw a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon
Young girl in Calcutta, barely eight years old
The flies that swarm the market place will see she don't get old
Don't you know she heard it yeah on that July afternoon?
She heard a man named 'Armstrong' he walked upon the moon
She heard a man named 'Armstrong' he walked upon the moon
The rivers are getting dirty and the wind is getting bad
War and hate are killing off the only earth we have
But the world all stopped to watch it, yeah, on that July afternoon
To watch a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon
To watch a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon
To watch a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon
And I wonder if a long time ago, somewhere in the universe

Black boy in Chicago
Playing in the street
Not enough to wear
Not near enough to eat
But don't you know he saw it
On a July afternoon
He saw a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
Young girl in Calcutta
Barely eight years old
The flies that swarm the market place
Will see she don't get old
But don't you know she heard it
On that July afternoon
She heard a man named Armstrong
Had walked upon the moon
She heard a man named Armstrong
Had walked upon the moon
The rivers are getting' dirty
The wind is getting bad
War and hate is killing off
The only earth we have
But the world all stopped to watch it
On that July afternoon
To watch a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
To watch a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
Oh I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe
They watched a man named Adam

Paroles : Claude Nougaro
Musique : Traditionnel américain "Let my people go"
Arrangement : Maurice Vander
© 1991 coédition by les Éditions du Chiffre Neuf et Emi
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Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir,
Je suis blanc de peau
Quand on veut chan
ter l'espoir
Quel manque de pot !
Oui j'ai beau voir le ciel, l'oiseau
Rien, rien ne lui là-haut
Les anges, zéro
Je suis blanc de peau.
Armstrong, tu te fends la poire,
On voit toutes tes dents,
Moi je broie plutôt du noir
Du noir en dedans.
Chante pour moi, Louis, oh oui,
Chante, chante, chante ça tient chaud
J'ai froid, oh moi
Qui suis blanc de peau.
Armstrong, la vie quelle histoire !
C'est pas très marrant
Qu'on l'écrive blanc sur noir
Ou bien noir sur blanc
On voit surtout du roug
e, du rouge,
Sang, sang, sans trêve ni repos,
Qu'on soit, ma foi
Noir ou blanc de peau.
Armstrong, un jour, tôt ou tard
On n'est que des os...
Est-ce que les tiens seront noirs
Ce s'rait rigolo
Allez Louis, alléluia,
Au-delà de nos oripeaux,
Noir et Blanc sont ressemblants