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  • 17-11-1990
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    Something To Grab For
    Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
    Performer(s): Ric Ocasek



    If you want to hang on my shoulder
    I'm standing here
    If you want to do it all over
    Let me get near
    If you were another pretender
    I'd pass you by
    If you were a lost weekender
    Maybe I'd try
    When you gonna give me something to grab for
    When you gonna put it in my sight
    When you gonna give me something to grab for
    When you gonna show me what it's like
    If you want to talk about it
    I got the time
    When you're looking so enchanted
    You cover my mind
    If you think I'll wait forever
    Maybe you're right
    There's no such thing as now or never
    There's only twilight
    If you want to take it lightly
    It won't make a sound
    If you want to take me over
    I won't turn you down



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Used To Be
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    Used To Be
    Composer(s): Miller; Hirsh
    Performer(s):
    Stevie Wonder & Charlene Marilynn D'Angelo



    Superman was killed in Dallas
    There's no love left in the palace
    Someone took the Beatles' lead guitar
    Have another Chivas Regal
    You're 12 years old and sex is legal
    Your parents don't know where or who you are

    Used to be the hero of the ballgame
    Took the time to shake the loser's hand
    Used to be that failure only meant you didn't try
    In a world where people gave a damn

    Great big wars in little places
    Look at all those frightened faces
    But don't come here, we just don't have the room
    Love thy neighbours wife and daughter
    Cleanse your life with Holy water
    We don't need to bathe, we've got perfume

    Used to be a knight in shining armour
    Didn't have to own a shiny car
    Dignity and courage were the measure of a man
    Not the drugs he needs to hide the scar

    Can your teacher read, does your preacher pray
    Does your president have soul
    Have you heard a real good ethnic joke today
    Mama took to speed and daddy ran away
    But you mustn't lose control
    Let's cut the class, I got some grass
    The kids are wild we just can't tame 'em
    Do we have the right to blame them

    We fed them all our indecisions
    We wrecked their minds with television
    But what the hell, they're too young to feel pain
    But I believe that love can save tomorrow
    Believe the truth can make us free
    Someone tried to say it, then we nailed Him to a cross
    I guess it's still the way it used to be




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    16-11-1990
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    Draumur Um Nínu
    Composer(s): Eyjólfur Kristjánsson First performance by: Stefán & Eyfi - 1991



    Núna ertu hjá mér, Nína
    Strýkur mér um vangann, Nína
    Ó... haltu í höndina á mér, Nína
    Því þú veist að ég mun aldrei aftur
    Ég mun aldrei, aldrei aftur
    Aldrei aftur eiga stund með þér

    Það er sárt að sakna, einhvers
    Lífið heldur áfram, til hvers?
    Ég vil ekki vakna, frá þér
    Því ég veit að þú munt aldrei aftur
    Þú munt aldrei, aldrei aftur
    Aldrei aftur strjúka vanga minn

    Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott
    Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld
    Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér

    Er ég vakna, Nína – þú ert ekki lengur hér
    Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér

    Dagurinn er eilífð, án þín
    Kvöldið kalt og tómlegt, án þín
    Er nóttin kemur fer ég, til þín

    Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott
    Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld
    Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér

    Er ég vakna – Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér
    Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér

    Er ég vakna – ó... Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér
    Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Use Ta Be My Girl
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    Use Ta Be My Girl
    Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff
    Performer(s): The O'Jays; Garnett Silk



    Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
    Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
    She used to be my girl

    I respect her
    When she was mine, I used to neglect her
    She wanted more than I could give
    But as long as I live
    She'll be my girl, she, she used to be my girl
    She used to be my girl
    She had a charming personality
    The girl was so right for me
    She's my girl
    And if I had the chance I'd take her back
    As a matter of fact, right away, like today
    Not only good lookin', the girl was so smart, you can't beat her cookin'
    Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
    She used to be my girl
    Deep down inside I still love her
    I place no one above her
    She's warm and sensitive
    For as long as I live she'll be my girl
    If I had the chance I'd take her back
    As a matter of fact right away like today

    Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
    Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
    She used to be my girl, my girl
    She used to be, used to be my girl
    She used to be my girl

    I wouldn't lie about a thing like that
    She used to be my girl

    She used to be my girl

    I know you don't believe me
    She used to be my girl

    She used to be my girl

    All mine

    All mine

    She used to be my girl

    She used to be my girl

    Fade




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    15-11-1990
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    Something Tells Me
    Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Harry Warren - Charles Dunn
    Performer(s): Fats Waller
    and multiple other artists



    Haven't read it in your eyes
    Haven't heard it in your sighs
    Couldn't tell you why it's so
    Nevertheless, I only know....

    Something tells me I'm falling in love
    Something tells me you're sent from above
    Not the stars or the man in the moon
    Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain

    Something tells me my waiting is through
    I hope something is telling you too
    Something whispers that we'll never part
    And something tells me it's my heart

    Must have been so all the time
    Must have known that you'd be mine
    You were bound to come to me
    How I behaved was plain to see

    Something tells me I'm falling in love
    Something tells me you're sent from above
    Not the stars or the man in the moon
    Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain

    Something tells me my waiting is through
    I hope something is telling you too
    Something whispers that we'll never part
    And something tells me it's my heart



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Usignolo
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    Usignolo
    Composer(s): Martelli; Castellani; Concina
    Performer(s): Claudio Villa; Giorgio Consolini



    Quando cantavi alla vita
    Un usignolo eri tu
    Per me, per me, per me
    Ma la tua voce è cambiata
    Più non mi parla d'amor
    Per te, per te, per te
    Usignolo
    Ma come sa di pianto la tua voce
    Mi dice il cuore che non trovi pace
    Mi dice il cuore che non sei felice
    Usignolo
    La tua canzone nasce da un sospiro
    L'amore che tu vivi è tanta amaro
    Sei prigioniero in una gabbia d'oro
    L'oro ha fermato il tuo volo
    E t'ha spezzato le ali
    Nella tua voce v'è il pianto
    O mio usignolo
    Usignolo
    Per sempre spengo un sogno nel mio cuore
    Io che innalzavo già per te un altare
    Coi fior di campo del mio grande amore
    Usignolo
    Usignolo




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    14-11-1990
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    As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By
    Composer(s): George Formby
    Performer(s): George Formby



    He loved her and she loved him but her chance is mighty slim
    Of ever getting married to her man
    They’ve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding day
    She was two hours early and he was six months late

    All day for him she’ll cry, her eyes are never dry
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
    She’ll talk about a week, she stands there ankle deep
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

    They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
    She’ s bought real posh underwear and said the maiden’ s prayer
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

    The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
    Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

    They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
    She complains its so unjust, her trousseau full of dust
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

    How she sighs and sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in size
    She seems to miss the things she’s never had
    When he said goodbye-ye he kissed her on the mat
    That only set her longing for something more than that

    Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
    She says she’s taken root, it’s growing through her boot
    They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together

    There’s a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
    Her age is twenty three, that’s all she means to me

    She’s making baby clothes, and says one never knows
    They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
    Oh she’ll never know for sure, what God made husbands for
    As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó)
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    Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó)
    Composer(s): A.C. Jocafi; P.A.C. Marques
    Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



    perdone usted
    que tanto insista en éste tema
    pero no se hacer peoma ni canción
    que no hable de otra cosa que no sea amor
    si la simpleza de mis versos
    pueda herir al intelecto
    que no use el corazón
    como expresión

    usted abusó
    sacó partido de mí
    abusó
    sacó partido de mí
    abusó
    sacó partido de mí
    abusó

    encuentro injusto
    y muy normal el desamor
    que sufrir tanto es de mal gusto aunque no sé
    si es por vulgar o onfantil que fracasó mi amor
    si la simpleza de mis versos
    pueda herir al intelecto
    que no use el corazón
    como expresión

    usted abusó
    sacó partido de mí
    abusó




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    13-11-1990
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    Sunbathin' In The Park
    Performer(s): George Formby



    Don't think I'm walking all round the world.
    I've got the sunbathe craze
    I first do my back and when that's nicely fried
    Then I turn round and I do t'other side
    A girl said today as I laid on the green
    I was the sweetest worm she'd ever seen

    When I'm sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes down
    From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown

    All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
    "That's not freckles" people shout, "it's the measles breaking out"
    When I’m sunbathing in the park

    I’m sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes, down
    From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
    All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
    I get sunburnt nice and strong all around my om bon pong
    When I'm sunbathing in the park

    I fry and frizzle and fizzle all day like a poached egg on toast
    When the sun shines through my little short vest
    It's so hot it scorches my family crest
    One day last week I got caught on the hop
    A tramp on my chest started grilling a chop

    When I was sunbathing in the park every morning till the sun goes down
    From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
    All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
    I get sunburnt scorched and tanned all around my no-man's land
    When I'm sunbathing in the park

    All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
    And the birds from every tree leave their visiting cards on me
    When I'm sunbathing in the park



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Utah, We Love Thee
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    Utah, We Love Thee
    Composer(s): Evan Stephens



    Land of the mountains high
    Utah, we love thee!
    Land of the sunny sky
    Utah, we love the!
    Far in the glorious West
    Throned on the mountain's crest
    In robes of statehood dressed
    Utah, we love thee!

    Columbia's newest star
    Utah, we love the!
    Thy lustre shines afar
    Utah, we love thee!
    Bright in our banner's blue
    Among her sisters true
    She proudly comes to view
    Utah, we love thee!

    Land of the Pioneers
    Utah, we love thee!
    Grow with the coming years
    Utah, we love thee!
    With wealth and peace in store
    To fame and glory soar
    Godguarded evermore
    Utah, we love thee!




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    12-11-1990
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    Something Stupid Composer(s): C. Carson Parks First release by: Carson and Gaile - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus) 1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti) 1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg) 1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal) 2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) 2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



    I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
    To spend an evening with me
    And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
    You won't be leaving with me

    And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
    And have a drink or two
    And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
    Like: "I love you"

    I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
    You heard the night before
    And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
    It never seemed so right before

    I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
    To make the meaning come through
    But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
    And I'm alone with you

    The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
    And oh the night's so blue
    And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
    Like: "I love you"
    ("I love you, I love you ...")



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Utan Dej, Mitt Liv GÃ¥r Vidare
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    Utan Dej, Mitt Liv Går Vidare
    English Title: Without You, My Life Goes On
    Composer(s): H. Veigel; D. Zimmerman
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
    Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
    Att jag måste ensam gå
    Utan dej, utan dej

    Allt vad vi sagt
    Allt vad vi gjort är en saga idag
    En saga som blev sanning en gång
    Jag var så kär och ännu är
    Men vad hjälper det nu
    När du har lämnat mej här?

    Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
    Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
    Att jag måste ensam gå
    Utan dej, utan dej

    Himlen är grå
    När jag nu står och ser upp mot den sky
    Som fylldes utav stjärnor en kväll
    Brevet du skrev har jag nu slängt
    Ty det gjorde så ont
    Att läsa att allt var slut

    Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
    Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
    Att jag måste ensam gå
    Utan dej, utan dej




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    11-11-1990
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Qualche Stupido
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    Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" ((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967)) Composer(s): C. Carson Parks Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967

    Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti) 1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg) 1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal) 2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) 2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



    Difficile trovare la maniera di passare la serata con te
    Supponi per esempio ce ne andassimo a ballare lo sai bene com'è
    Insieme finiremmo per cercare un posto quieto per nasconderci
    Inevitabilmente finirei con qualche stupido "Ti amo"

    E lo so già finiresti col reagire perlomeno risentendoti
    Pensando non sia altro che una frase tra le tante che si dicono

    Rimurgino le parole estremamente intelligenti come piacciono a me
    E aspetto che la sera mi procuri l'atmosfera per offrirle a te
    Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
    Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"

    Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
    Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"
    "Ti amo"
    "Ti amo"



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    Utile
    Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
    Performer(s): Julien Clerc;
    Florence Davis; Juliette Gréco



    "A quoi sert une chanson
    Si elle est désarmée?"
    Me disaient des chiliens
    Bras ouverts, poings serrés

    Comme une langue ancienne
    Qu'on voudrait massacrer
    Je veux être utile
    À vivre et à rêver

    Comme la lune fidèle
    A n'importe quel quartier
    Je veux être utile
    À ceux qui m'ont aimé

    À ceux qui m'aimeront
    Et à ceux qui m'aimaient
    Je veux être utile
    À vivre et á chanter

    Dans n'importe quel quartier
    D'une lune perdue
    Même si les maitres parlent
    Et qu'on ne m'entend plus

    Même si c'est moi qui chante
    À n'importe quel coin de rue
    Je veux être utile
    À vivre et á rever

    À quoi sert une chanson
    Si elle est désarmée?




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    10-11-1990
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    Fri?
    Composer(s): Kim Engblom - Tina Krause - Janne Engblom - Stina Engblom
    First performance by: Beat - 1990



    Oo yeah...

    Fri, om jag frågar dig, säger du ej nej
    Frihet har vi väl
    Men, om du frågar mig, vad vår frihet är
    Svarar jag så här

    Fri, vem av oss är fri?
    Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
    Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
    Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...

    Säg, varför dessa krav
    Vad gör mig så svag för ditt yttre skal?
    Vem ger behoven fart?
    Vem gör mig till slav under all reklam?

    Fri, vem av oss är fri?
    Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
    Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
    Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...

    Whoa... vem av oss är fri?
    Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
    Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
    Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...

    Fri, vem av oss är fri?
    Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa...
    Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel
    Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...

    Fri?



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Utopia
    Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
    Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



    Je chanterai le nouveau monde
    Né de la zone et de l'ordure
    En ces temps-là vos belles actions
    Passaient toujours par l'écriture
    Vous vous gaviez de projections
    De projects sérieux, de futur
    Pendant que l'ordre et la répression
    Vous alignaient contre un mur

    Vous ronronniez pour le vieux monde
    Dans l'opposition objective
    Respectant la règle et la ronde
    Dans vos manchettes maladives
    Ça sentait le médicament
    La frustration et le soumis
    Ça puait déjà l'électron
    Le temps qui passe à crédit

    Des technocrates maigrichons
    Vous prédisaient des jours meilleurs
    Des aurores de l'expansion
    A la sournoise nuit des chomeurs
    Vous faisiez du lard aux ceintures
    Les pancartes au bout des bras mous
    Faisaient des cercles dans l'ordure
    Ou vous vous traîniez à genoux

    Les barbares, qui montraient leurs crocs
    Aux barrières des périphériques
    Ricanaient, remplaçant vos mots
    Par des cris de guerriers celtiques
    Vous en aviez froid dans le dos
    Bien qu'expliquant ce phénomène
    Vous essayiez de rentrer tôt
    Détestant les milices urbaines

    Vous nous regardiez en ces temps
    Inventer une autres musique
    Faite de violence et de sang
    D'ignorance et de prophétique
    Votre raison vous pesait lourd
    Dans vos masochistes partouzes
    Dans vos dérisoires amours
    Votre révolte et vos ventouses

    La petite gauche vivotait
    Frileuse comme une alouette
    Vos bars, vos fêtes, vos congrès
    Vos chanteurs, vos peintres, vos poètes
    Votre raison, votre droiture
    Vos illusions, vos habitudes
    Vos soumissions, votre culture
    Vos ambitions, vos certitudes

    Cette lucidité bidon
    Qui remplaçait si bien les tripes
    Etait sinistre et sans passion
    Et militante et castratrice
    Elle vous bloquait le creux des reins
    Comme un calcul diabétique
    Elle vous laissait sur votre faim
    De bien nourris et d'asthmatiques

    Nous rêvons d'une autre planète
    En ce futur, t'en souvient-tu?
    Nous tirons des plans à facettes
    Vers des comètes disparues
    Nous installons nos mines d'or
    Sur des podiums itinérants
    Ou nous jouons toujours très fort
    De la guitare, et du vent

    Nous pressentons une cassure
    Une crevasse nette et sanglante
    Une balafre dans l'azur
    Un cran d'arrêt dans le silence
    Une fissure dans le certain
    Une embolie dans la finance
    Un détonateur dans la main
    Un embarras dans la nuance

    Nous vivons au ras des pavés
    N'ayant jamais connu la plage
    Et jamais le roi des étés
    Ne s'est inscrit au paysage
    Nous avons la haine au profond
    Une haine fondamentale
    De la hiérarchie et des cons
    Du quotidien et du fatal




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    09-11-1990
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    Something Sort Of Grandish
    Composer(s): Burton Lane - E.Y. Harburg
    Performer(s): David Wayne & Ella Logan
    and multiple other artists



    Petula:
    Is it a warmish, kind of glowish, kind of peculiarish sensation?

    Tommy:
    Oh no, it's sort of a shimmerish kind of quimmerish, flibbery-gibberish sensation

    Petula: Does it make you feel humming birds in your heart?

    Tommy: Butterflies in me feet

    Petula: And bees in your bonnet

    Tommy: Stars in me britches

    Petula: Does it make you want to dance?

    Tommy: I hadn't noticed

    Petula: And sing?

    Tommy: Oh, it does, it does....

    Tommy:
    Something sweet
    Something sort of grandish
    Sweeps my soul
    When thou art near
    My heart feels so sugar candish
    My head feels so ginger beer
    Something so dareish
    So I don't careish
    Stirs me from limb to limb
    It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish
    To have such an amorish, glamorish dish
    We could be, oh, so bride and groomish
    Skies could be so bluish blue
    Life could be so love in bloomish
    If my ishes could come true

    Petula:
    Thou art sweet
    Thou art sort of grandish
    Thou outlandish cavalier
    From now on, we're hand in handish
    Romeo

    Tommy:
    And Guinevere
    Thou'rt so adorish
    Toujours l'amourish
    I'm so cherchez la femme
    Petula:
    Why should I vanquish
    Relinquish, resish

    Tommy:
    When I simply relish this hellish condish
    I might be manish or mouseish
    I might be a fowl or fish
    But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish
    Please accept my propasish

    Both:
    You're under my skinish
    So please be give-inish
    Or it's the beginish of the finish of me


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    Reprise:

    Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
    You can have anything that's made in fairyland

    There'll be things plenty for allish
    Wondrish toys and magic tricks
    Electrish trains and basket ballish
    Mintish drops and licorice stick

    Life will be keenish all halloweenish
    And jelly beanish too
    With ice-cream, and cakish
    And soda to sup
    And no bellyacheish
    To wakeish you up

    There will be such delicious dishes
    And will end to this daffyish plot
    We will go from wretch to riches
    When we'll find that goldish pot

    There will be chocolate castish
    With hot-dogs, and mustish
    But cheers! ev'rybodysh
    Must fastish come trough



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    Utterly Simple
    Composer(s): Dave Mason
    Performer(s): Traffic; The Smoke



    Everything really is stupidly simple
    And yet all around is utter confusion
    Fairy tales written may help you to see it
    Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?
    We fit all our lives into regular patterns
    All that we really know is that we're really living

    (spoken:
    The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind
    And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not
    talk And have a friend to find
    Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet
    The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind
    Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find
    Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet)

    We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it?
    I know there are some but they're screwed up inside
    If you need a reason for all this I'm singing
    It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning




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    08-11-1990
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    Milas Poli
    Composer(s): Haris Anastasiou
    First performance by: Haris Anastasiou - 1990



    The xero pos na s'agapiso
    The xero pos na su to po
    The xero ti na su hariso
    Ti thromo pia na perpato
    Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena
    Oso s'akolutho?
    Milas poli, zitas pola
    Vres ena tropo mia fora
    Ti parla na ti stamatas
    Milas poli, zitas pola

    The xero ti na su thimiso
    Pia melothia, pio rithmo
    Me musiki na zontanepso ta loyia pu tha po
    Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena
    Oso s'akolutho?

    Milas poli, zitas pola
    Vres ena tropo mia fora
    Ti parla na ti stamatas
    Milas poli, zitas pola

    Lipon kalitera, mia ora arhitera
    Na teleionume mia yia panta
    Then itan boreto na sinehisume
    Kaname lathi pola

    Milas poli, zitas pola
    Vres ena tropo mia fora
    Ti parla na ti stamatas
    Milas poli, zitas pola

    Milas poli, zitas pola
    Vres ena tropo mia fora
    Ti parla na ti stamatas
    Milas poli, zitas pola



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    Ugly Chile
    Composer(s): Clarence Williams; Johnny Mercer
    Performer(s): Johnny Mercer



    You're so pretty
    Oh! so pretty
    You're some pretty doll
    You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
    They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
    Oh! I love you, how I love you
    More and more each day
    You've got some smile, you're pretty too
    I've got a million dollars that I'll spend on you
    'Cause you're so pretty, oh! o pretty
    You're some pretty doll

    Now that's the way my folks would always sing to me
    When I was just a blossom on my family tree
    But when I got around to datin' my first chick
    This is what she said, an' did she spread it thick...

    Hey! You're ugly, oh! so ugly
    You're some ugly chile
    The clothes you wear are not in style
    You look like an ape every time you smile
    How I hate you, you alligator bait, you
    Why don't you lay down and die
    How I hate you, you alligator bait, you
    An' here's the reason why...

    You're knock kneed, pigeon toed, box ankled
    You're big foot, barefoot slue footed too
    How'd they ever get a pair of shoes on you
    Your short and squatty, just nobody
    You're some Ugly Chile
    What a joke on your family when along comes you
    You're dippy, dappy, hey! slap happy
    You're some Ugly Chile!

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    Alternate Version:
    You're Some Pretty Doll



    You're so pretty, oh! so pretty
    You're some pretty doll
    You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
    They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
    Oh! I love you, how I love you
    More and more each day
    You've got some smile, you're pretty too
    And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you
    'Cause you're so pretty
    Oh! so pretty
    You're some pretty doll

    Now listen Dolly, come over here
    There's something I must whisper in your ear
    You've got me hanging 'round you like a child
    It seems as if you're goin' to drive me wild
    These words I tell you are really true
    And what I say I'll surely do
    Oh! you're cute and handsome, I can't help but fall
    You're just a perfect Doll

    Your baby ways and your loving smile
    It sets my heart jumping ll the while
    Those charming little curls and dimples too
    They make me know that it is you, just you
    I wonder if your dear heart is mine
    If so, it is a joy divine
    Oh! won't you tell me and put my heart at ease
    Oh! for a loving squeeze

    You're so pretty, oh! so pretty
    You're some pretty doll
    You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk
    They make me get so nervous that I have to walk
    Oh! I love you, how I love you,
    More and more each day
    You've got some smile, you're pretty too
    And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you
    'Cause you're so pretty
    Oh! so pretty
    You're some pretty doll

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