Dinsdag 2 november 1982
Experiment
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Maandag 1 november 1982
I'm Sorry (The Platters)
I'm Sorry
Composer(s): Peter Tinturin; William W. White; Buck Ram
First release by: The Platters - 1957
I'm sorry for the things I've done
I know that I'm the foolish one
Now that I see who's to blame
I'm so ashamed, I'm sorry
I'm sorry for the things I've said
Just like a child, I lost my head
I should have known from the start
I'd break your heart, I'm sorry
Please be kind and I know you'll find
It's so easy to forgive
Darling, wait, for it's not too late
Give our love a chance to live
I know the heartaches you've been through
I know, for I've had heartaches too
There's nothing more I can do
But say to you, I'm sorry
Please be kind and I know you'll find
It's so easy to forgive
Darling, wait, for it's not too late
Give our love a chance to live
Maandag 1 november 1982
Experience Unnecessary
Experience Unnecessary
Composer(s): Luigi Creatore;
Hugo Peretti; Gladys Shelley; John Whiteman
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
I want a man to hold me tight
I want a man to kiss goodnight
If he's young and free just send him to me
Experience unnecessary
I want a man with lots of charm
I want a man, no false alarm
The kind of guy who kiss my tears when I cry
Experience unnecessary
If he is big and strong and willing to learn
There are such thrills in store
And when the lights are dim and Im close to him
I'll teach him what my lips are for
I want a man around the house
I want a man not just a mouse
We'll spend a cozy life as husband and wife
Experience unnecessary
repeat 3 & 4 stanza
Experience unnecessary
Zondag 31 oktober 1982
I'm Sorry (John Denver)
I'm Sorry
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
It’s cold here in the city
It always seems that way
And I’ve been thinking about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again
I’m sorry for the way things are in China
I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
'Cause you’re not here with me
Our friends ask all about you
I say you’re doing fine
And I expect to hear from you almost anytime
But they all know I’m crying
I can’t sleep at night
They all know I’m dying down deep inside
I’m sorry for all the lies I told you
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
I can’t believe you went away
I’m sorry if I took some things for granted
I’m sorry for the chains I put on you
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
For living without you
Zondag 31 oktober 1982
Expedición
Expedición
Composer(s): Domínguez; Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Viajamos entre la tormenta
después de la explosión de Dios
Cada relámpago nos muestra
fantasmagóricos de amor
A cada paso se hunde el lodo
salta un reptil, acechan diez
Cada segundo es como el cobro
de lo que resultamos ser
A bordo de esta expedición
va un loco, un albañil
un nigromante, un ruiseñor
y un beso espadachín
Nos falta un día, un niño, un don
para sobrevivir
Primero fuimos los heraldos
llevando buenas del Señor
pero excedimos su mandato
cargando el peso del dolor
Hoy somos ángeles caídos
junto al que fuimos a curar
Temen que a nuestros propios hijos
les enseñemos a volar
A bordo de esta expedición
va un loco, un albañil
un nigromante, un ruiseñor
y un beso espadachín
Nos falta un día, un niño, un don
para sobrevivir
Zaterdag 30 oktober 1982
I'm Sorry (Gitte - German Version)
I'm Sorry
(Adapted from: I'm Sorry - Brenda Lee - English Version - 1959/1960)
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self
Performer(s): Gitte; Regina Palm
Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - Jeg Be'r Dig
1978 - Vergeef Me
I'm sorry, so sorry
Denn ich war ja so dumm
Wenn Lippen schweigen,
Herzen sind nicht stumm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
Du, sag mir, was falsch war
Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen?
Bin ja so traurig
und bin so allein
I'm sorry, so sorry
Erste Liebe macht ja so blind
Du mußt verstehen,
daß wir zu jung noch sind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
Du, sag mir, was falsch war
Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen?
Bin ja so traurig
und bin so allein
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
I'm sorry, so sorry
Erste Liebe macht ja so blind
Doch Du muß verstehen,
daß wir zu jung noch sind
Sorry!
Zaterdag 30 oktober 1982
Expecting To Fly
Expecting To Fly
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield;
and various other artists
There you stood on the edge of your feather
Expecting to fly
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye
Knowin' that you'd gone
By the summer it was healing
We had said goodbye
All the years we'd spent with feeling
Ended with a cry
Babe, ended with a cry
Babe, ended with a cry
I tried so hard to stand
As I stumbled and fell to the ground
So hard to laugh as I fumbled
And reached for the love I found
Knowin' it was gone
If I never lived without you
Now you know I'd die
If I never said I loved you
Now you know I'd try
Babe, now you know I'd try
Babe, now you know I'd try
Babe
Vrijdag 29 oktober 1982
I'm Sorry (Brenda Lee - English Version)
I'm Sorry
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self
First recording/First release by: Brenda Lee - 1959/1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - Jeg Be'r Dig
1978 - Vergeef Me
I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
I didn't know
Love could be so cruel
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done
(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But love is blind
And I was too blind to see
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes
I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But love was blind
And I was too blind to see
(Sorry)
Vrijdag 29 oktober 1982
EXP
EXP
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Performer(s): The Jimi Hendrix Experience; Sting
[Announcer:]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to radio station EXP
Tonight we are featuring an interview
with a very peculiar looking gentleman
who goes by the name of Mr. Paul Corusoe
on the dodgy subject of are there
or are there not flying saucers or UFOs?
Please Mr. Corusoe, please
could you give us your regarded
opinion on this nonsense about
spaceships and even space people?
[Mr. Corusoe:]
Thank you
As you well know
you just can't believe everything you
see and hear, can you?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way
[Announcer:]
Bu...but,but...gulb...I, I, don't believe it
[Mr. Corusoe:]
Pffffttt!!...Pop!!...Bang!!...Etc!!!?
Donderdag 28 oktober 1982
Vergeef Me
Vergeef Me
(Adapted from: I'm Sorry - 1959/1960)
(Danish Version: Jeg Be'r Dig - 1974)
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self; Co van Raaijen
Performer(s): Mieke - 1978)
Vergeef me
Het spijt me
Jouw blik doet me pijn
Je verwijt me steeds weer het gene
Dat allang is verdwenen
M'n liefde
Ik huilde
Om jou die ik zonder meer ruilde
Ik heb je bedrogen
En zie in je ogen verdriet
Liefste
Het spijt me
Zeg me alsjeblieft
Wat kan ik doen
Om het allemaal weer goed te maken
Vergeef me nog
Deze ene keer
Misschien wordt het dan net weer
Zoals het vroeger was
Jou kan ik
Niet missen
Ik zou alles uit willen wissen
Opnieuw te beginnen
Jou weer te beminnen voor altijd
Vergeef me
Geloof me
Het was niets
En ik zal je beloven
M'n liefde te geven
En verder te leven
Voor jou...
Donderdag 28 oktober 1982
Exodus
Exodus
((Adapted from: Exodus (Ernest Gold) - 1960); The Exodus Song (This Land Is Mine) (Pat Boone) - 1961))
Composer(s): Ernest Gold - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Ils sont partis dans un soleil d'hiver
Ils sont partis courir la mer
Pour effacer la peur
Pour écraser la peur
Que la vie leur a clouée au fond du coeur
Ils sont partis en croyant aux moissons
Du vieux pays de leurs chansons
Le coeur chantant d'espoir
Le coeur hurlant d'espoir
Ils ont repris le chemin de leur mémoire
Ils ont pleuré les larmes de la mer
Ils ont versé tant de prières
"Délivrez-nous, nos frères
Délivrez-nous, nos frères!"
Que leurs frères les ont tirés vers la lumière
Ils sont là-bas dans un pays nouveau
Qui flotte au mât de leur bateau
Le coeur brisé d'amour
Le coeur perdu d'amour
Ils ont retrouvé la Terre de l'Amour....
Woensdag 27 oktober 1982
Crazy Rhythm
Crazy Rhythm
Composer(s): Roger Wolfe Kahn; Joseph Meyer; Irving Caesar
First release by: Roger Wolfe Kahn and his Orch. - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists
Bee:
Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway
I'll go my way, you'll go your way
Crazy rhythm, from now on
We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown
I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down
Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow
Walkin' along Broadway
Soon the high-brow
He has no brow
Ain't it a shame?
And you're to blame
What's the use of prohibition?
You produce the same condition
Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through
Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy
Woensdag 27 oktober 1982
Existential Blues
Existential Blues
Composer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus
Performer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus
Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?
The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door
My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4"
Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?
The amenities of life have been chasing my soul
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?
Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues
God bless America, and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential blues!
Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da
Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!
[Spoken:]
I was on a quest!
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me
They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and said
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
The lollipop kids
We are the lollipop kids!
And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!
I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life one must see The Wizard!"
I said, "The Wizard? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one, live?"
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'
I don't even have a little dog, Toto"
Such predicaments, I must forge ahead!
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I must find the truth of life
I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-dark house
up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little old lady
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids, uh, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke
Follow the yellow brick road (Come on)
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing)
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road
If ever a wonderful wiz there was
The Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha!
We're off to see the wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow road
So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out there
And they, heh, smelled so good
Whoa
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I
Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of
Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! Poppies!
(Cough)
Hey, what a strange dream, man!
The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired
The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna
Stretch out again in the little field of
Poppies! Poppies! Poppies!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(Snifffffff)
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
....confidence in herself, man
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt
A little short man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son"
I said, "Old man, don't bother me
Poppies, mmmmmmmmm!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be The Wizard!"
He must be the Wizard
The Wizard of Oz
Why have you come to haunt me?
Oh, Wizard of Oz
I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
I got tired
Poppies! Poppies!
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax"
I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax"
He said, "To tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth"
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong
Heh heh
To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this?
Uh...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come to find, son
that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle"
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son
In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in front of me than A Frontal Lobotomy!"
How profound, Wizard!
Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?
(Star Trek-like sound effects)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uu-uuuuu-ues!
Dinsdag 26 oktober 1982
I'm So Worried
I'm So Worried
Composer(s): Terry Jones
Performer(s): Monty Python
I'm so worried about what's happening today in the Middle East, you know
And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow
I'm so worried about the fashions today
I don't think they're good for your feet
And I'm so worried about the shows on TV that sometimes they want to repeat
I'm so worried about what's happening today, you know
And I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow
I'm so worried about my hair falling out and the state of the world today
And I'm so worried about being so full of doubt about everything, anyway
I'm so worried about modern technology
I'm so worried about all the things that they dump in the sea
I'm so worried about it
Worried about it
Worried
Worried
Worried
I'm so worried about everything that can go wrong
I'm so worried about whether people like this song
I'm so worried about this very next verse
It isn't the best that I've got
And I'm so worried about whether I should go on, or whether I shouldn't just stop
I'm worried about whether I ought to have stopped
And I'm worried because it's the sort of thing I ought to know
And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow
I'm so worried about whether I should have stopped then
I'm so worried that I'm driving everyone 'round the bend
I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow
Dinsdag 26 oktober 1982
Exilio En Paris
Exilio En Paris
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
(Va a París)
Estoy de vuelta, estoy aquí
vos sabés bien porque me tuve que ir
Oh! nena
Sentía miedo, no se porqué
si trabajaba el día para vivir
Quizás con tiempo lo podrás entender
le di mi amor al cartero
fue difícil, mujer ser argentino en París
esperando tener noticias para volver
exilio, auxilio
Aaaahhh!!!
Una llamada, un coche gris
una historieta de terror, que se acaba
Oh! nena
seis años duros de facultad
y terminar como taxista siendo físico nuclear
Oh! no
Te espero a eso de las 6 junto al río
con la manzana mordida
y la tonta expresión
de un perro sin dueño, recordando su amor
mientras Buenos Aires se divierte
se divierte, no, no
Estoy de vuelta (exilio)
estoy aquí (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París
Estoy de vuelta (exilio)
estoy aquí (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París
No tengo miedo (exilio)
no se porque (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París
Maandag 25 oktober 1982
I'm So Tired
I'm So Tired
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no
I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get
Maandag 25 oktober 1982
Exil
Exil
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers; Guillaume Rossel
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Elle m'appelle et me fascine
Elle a laissé très loin ses îles
La mer
Grandes marées et grands naufrages
C'est une idée du fond des âges
La mer
Elle est la voix des trépassés
Sur les brisants la nuit tombée
La mer
Elle rassure ou elle fait peur
Elle est de toutes les couleurs
La mer
Quand je déroule sur sa plage
Mon corps fatigué de sauvage
La mer
Elle me raconte qu'avant moi
D'autres hommes ont perdu la voix
Sur terre
J'écoute sa voix son tempo
Et les sirènes des cargos
Dans l'air
Ces quelques mots pour Atlantide
A l'heure où la vie est liquide
Amère
Partir écouter le silence
Loin du monde et de l'arrogance
La mer
On va, fuyant, inaccessible
Très loin des foules inutiles
La mer
Avec ce charme contagieux
Qui convient aux aventureux
Très fiers
Tu ne te répètes jamais
Et c'est pour ça que tu me plais
La mer
Quand vous recevrez cette lettre
Je serai sûrement très loin
En mer
Alors, que l'écho de mon chant
Vienne sur vous en dérivant
Dans l'air
Mes amis, prenez en cadeau
Les belles des bars à tango
De Buenos Aires
Et s'il y a un trésor caché
Il est moins beau que l'Amitié
Mes frères
Quand vous recevrez cette lettre
Je serai sûrement très loin
En mer
Zondag 24 oktober 1982
I'm So Restless
I'm So Restless
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn; Jacques Levy
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Hey, Mr. D do you want me to be
A farmer a cowhand an old country boy
To get up in the a.m. and tend to the chores
And leave all my troubles behind a locked door
Layin' with my lady and strumming' on my toy
Oh, I know what you mean and it sounds good to me
But oh, Mr. D. I'm so restless
Hey, Mr. L. do you want me to yell
To howl at the moon when I'm losing my grip
Without no possessions and finding myself
The picture of mental and physical health
But I'm still paying dues for that Indian trip
Oh, I know what you mean and it sure rings a bell
But oh, Mr. L. I'm so restless
Hey, Mr. J. do you want me to stray
To be a bad boy a mean boy and ready to kill
Wriggling' and slinkin' in snakeskin and black
Holding my thumb on some chick in the sack
And never say no if it gives me a thrill
Oh, I know what you mean and I'd go all the way
But oh, Mr. J. I'm so restless
Zondag 24 oktober 1982
Ex-Fan Des Sixties
Ex-Fan Des Sixties
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Jane Birkin; Stereo Total
Ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n' Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles
où est l'ombre des Shadows
des Byrds, des Doors
des Animals
des Moo-
dy Blues
séparés Mac Cartney
Georges Harrison
et Ringo Starr
et John Lennon - ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n' Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles
Disparus Brian Jones
Jim Morrison
Eddy Cochran
Buddy
Holly
idem Jimi Hendrix
Otis Redding
Janis Joplin
T.Rex
Elvis
Zaterdag 23 oktober 1982
I'm So Proud
