Woensdag 11 mei 1988
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Dinsdag 10 mei 1988
Nygammal Vals (Hip Man Svinaherde)
Nygammal Vals (Hip Man Svinaherde)
First performance by: Lill Lindfors & Svante Thuresson - 1966
För länge sedan i världen fanns
En svinaherde, en stenhipp man
Och en prinsessa, stolt jungfru hon var
En dag möttes de och han steg fram och sa
Kors i karamellen, vilken schysst mam'sell du verkar vara
Titta vilken klänning, jätteklämmig
Är det maskerad, va?
Stick iväg från stigen, du var mig en osedvanlig lurk
Jag är prinsessa, ganska så sipp
Jag heter kunnigunda, konungens gull
Du, simma långsamt, var lite hipp
Hör när jag trummelummar på min kastrull
Digga digga pop...
Tjong i medaljongen, en så'n festlig sång du trumma' nyss, va?
Lär du bara mig att trummelumma får du mun min kyssa
Mun har varje jänta, kan man inte tänka sig en slant?
Dricker ur bäcken, lever av mull
Har man en slant på fickan kan man stå lull
Du var en fräck en, får inget gull
Men jag vill trummelumma på din kastrull
Digga digga pop...
Klang i kantarellen, det var väldans, bruden har visst bråttom
Vad i hela friden ser du i den? Grytor finns det gott om
Grytan där den låter skönt, den ljuder grönt, en lajbans klang
Vi gör ett avtal, ta't eller stick
Jag blir hipp svinaherde, du kungens gull
Jag som prinsessa? Visst man är hipp
Ta då min trummelumma, ta min kastrull
Han som prinsessa, hipp man i clips
Hivades ut från hovet av en patrull
Hon svinaherde, sipp brud i slips
Gjorde var männ'ska galen, spelte kastrull
Döden i grytan byta bort sin kastrull
Dinsdag 10 mei 1988
Pequeno Claro De Luna
Pequeno Claro De Luna
((Adapted from: Tintarella Di Luna (by Mina) - 1959))
Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Dalida - 1960
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Le Petit Clair De Lune (by Dalida)
1960 - Banho De Lua (by Celly Campelo)
Tintarella di luna
Paliducha te has quedado
Porque siempre estás de noche
Como gato en el tejado
Cada vez que hay luna llena
Tú, te vuelves cándida
Tintarella di luna
Que te has vuelto delicada
Como flor de invernadero
De la noche enamorada
Cada vez que hay luna llena
Tu te vuelves cándida
Tin, tin, tin baños de luna
Tin, tin, tin mágica luz
No existe ninguna cándida como tú
Tintarella di luna
Paliducha te has quedado
Porque siempre estás de noche
Como gato en el tejado
Cada vez que hay luna llena
Tú te vuelves cándida
Tin, tin, tin baños de luna
Tin, tin, tin mágica luz
No existe ninguna cándida como tú
Tintarella di luna
Paliducha te has quedado
Porque siempre estás de noche
Como gato en el tejado
Cada vez que hay luna llena
Tú, te vuelves cándida
Cada vez que hay luna llena
Tú, te vuelves cándida
Maandag 9 mei 1988
Sing It Pretty, Sue
Sing It Pretty, Sue
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
So you gave up all between us
For a glamourous career
And with all your talent you should be
The big star of the year
Then you'll be public property
So I release my claim to you
Go on and give 'em all you've got
Sing it pretty, Sue
I can't take just part of you
And give the world a half
So smile for all the papers
And give 'em autographs
Go on to all the cities
So your public can see you
But I'll watch on television
So sing it pretty, Sue
I hope you'll soon be on the top
Of every hit parade
I'll try to be excited
'Bout the progress that you've made
I'll collect your pictures
Like any fan would do
And I'll buy all your records
So sing it pretty, Sue
But I won't ever tell a soul
That we have ever met
I'll just be one of millions
Who'll give the praise you get
And maybe every year or so
I'll drop a card to you
To tell you I'm still listening
So sing it pretty, Sue
Maandag 9 mei 1988
Pequeñas Cosas
Pequeñas Cosas
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Pequeña estrella, gota de luz
como es la paz, dímelo tú
vuela paloma, sin descansar
tus alas llevan, la libertad
A veces me pregunto
porque guardamos todos
oculta tras un velo la verdad
si ella nace con el sol
crece junto a cada flor
y madura alrededor
de pequeñas cosas
Navega el río, muere en el mar
como a mi vida, te veo pasar
A veces me pregunto
porque guardamos todos
oculta tras un velo la verdad
si ella nace con el sol
crece junto a cada flor
y madura alrededor
de pequeñas cosas
De pequeñas cosas
Zondag 8 mei 1988
Sing For Your Supper
Sing For Your Supper
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Lorenz Hart
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
and multiple other artists
Hawks and crows do lots of things
but the canary only sings
She is a courtesan on wings
So I've heard
Eagles and storks are twice as strong
All the canary knows is song
But the canary gets along
Guilded bird!
Sing for your supper
And you'll get breakfast
Songbirds always eat
If their song is sweet to hear
Sing for your luncheon
And you'll get dinner
Dine with wine of choice
If romance is in your voice
I heard from a wise canary
Trilling makes a fellow willing
So, little swallow, swallow now
Now is the time to
Sing for your supper
And you'll get breakfast
Songbirds are not dumb
They don't buy a crumb
Of bread
It's said
So sing and you'll be fed
Zondag 8 mei 1988
Pequeña Serenata Diurna
Pequeña Serenata Diurna
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez;
and various other artists
Vivo en un país libre
cual solamente puede ser libre
en esta tierra, en este instante
y soy feliz porque soy gigante
Amo a una mujer clara
que amo y me ama
sin pedir nada
o casi nada
que no es lo mismo
pero es igual
Y si esto fuera poco
tengo mis cantos
que poco a poco
muelo y rehago
habitando el tiempo
como le cuadra
a un hombre despierto
Soy feliz
soy un hombre feliz
y quiero que me perdonen
por este día
los muertos de mi felicidad
Zaterdag 7 mei 1988
Sing For The Song
Sing For The Song
Composer(s): Bob Gibson
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
Oh sometimes you sing for the money
Sometimes you sing for the show
Sometimes you sing for those dewy eyed darlings
It still makes them cry don't you know
One time you sang for the glory
But the glory didn't last very long
From the haze to the stage back to the days
When you used to sing for the song
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies
that haunted your soul
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies
that haunted your soul
Comes the time when you don't make much money
And you don't put on much of a show
And those dewy eyed darlings
Next week will be crying
For somebody else don't you know
Now your tune is becoming your burden
Words are all twisted and wrong
And the song that you sell
Don't taste quite as well
As when you used to sing for the song
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies
that haunted your soul
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did when you stood on that corner
and didn't even feel the cold
Sing for the song boys
Just like you did before all of the cocaine
And flash bulbs and bright painted ladies
that haunted your soul
Zaterdag 7 mei 1988
Peppermint Twist
Peppermint Twist
Composer(s): Joey Dee & The Starliters; Harry Glover
Performer(s): Joey Dee & The Starliters
Well they've got a new dance and it goes like this
(Bop shoo-op, a bop bop shoo-op)
Yeah the name of the dance is Peppermint Twist
(Bop shoo-op, a bop bop shoo-op)
Well you like it like this, the Peppermint Twist
It goes round and round, up and down
Round and round, up and down
Round and round and a up and down
And a one two three kick, one two three jump
Well meet me baby down at 45th street
Where the Peppermint Twisters meet
And you'll learn to do this, the Peppermint Twist
It's alright, all night, it's alright
It's okay, all day, it's okay
You'll learn to do this, the Peppermint Twist
Yeah, yeah
Vrijdag 6 mei 1988
Sing Child
Sing Child
Composer(s): Roger Fisher; Steve Fossen; Nancy Wilson; Ann Wilson
Performer(s): Heart
Sing child sing
Sing child sing
Melody Maker
Giver and taker
Heartbreaker
He want to sing I know
Try it again
Sooner or later
He gonna break down and sing
Holy junkie
Funky monkey
Everybody calls him honey
He gonna sing I know
He don't want to play that game
He gotta play that game
Oh, honey, honey, honey
You got to come down and sing
Dreamer
Machiner
What will you ever do when you blow a fuse
Don't want to stay here
Honey roll
Sooner or later
You've gotta get down and sing
Sing child
Vrijdag 6 mei 1988
Pépito
Pépito
Composer(s): T. Taylor; Jonathon Truscott
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Pépito est malheureux, il traîne un cœur douloureux
Il y a des larmes, des milliers de larmes dans ses yeux
Pépito est amoureux, mais aucun de ses aveux
Ne touche la belle, à l'âme cruelle
C'est un miséreux qui s'en va
Portant dans ses bras, son amie: sa guitare
Pépito est malheureux, mais quand pour les amoureux
Chaque soir il chante, les mots qu'il invente, st joyeux
Pour 4 pièces d'argent, la sérénade est donnée
Pour remplacer Don Juan qui voudra se faire aimer
Et ce soir il chantera
Pour celle qui l'oublie dans d'autres bras
Pépito est malheureux, mais il doit jouer le jeu
Il chante quand même en cachant la peine de ses yeux
Pépito est amoureux, ce qu'il fait est dangereux
Car sa ritournelle sera pour la belle un dernier adieux
Mais demain, pour d'autres refrains, il prendra sa guitare
Pépito sur ton chemin, une fille te tend la main
Encore bien plus belle, déjà tu l'appel ton destin
Pepito mi corazon, pepito de mis amores
Cantame a mi, cantame a mi con amor
Pepito eres mi vida, mi carinio mi querido
Nunca he comprendido... porque intereso ti
Quiere me, quiere me, mese me, entre tus brazos
Pepito mi corazon, dame mas de tu carinio
Cantame asi, cantame asi, con amor
Donderdag 5 mei 1988
Ele E Ela
Ele E Ela
Composer(s): Carlos Canelhas - Filipe Bx - João Luís
First performance by: Madalena Iglésias - 1966
Sei quem ele é
ele é bom rapaz
um pouco tímido até
vivia no sonho de encontrar o amor
pois seu coração pedia mais
mais calor
Ela apareceu
e a beleza dela
desde logo o prendeu
gostam um do outro e agora ele diz
que alcançou na vida o maior bem
é feliz
Só pensa nela
a toda a hora
jonha com ela
p'la noite fora
chora por ela
se ela não vem
Só fala nela
cada momento
vive com ela
no pensamento
ele sem ela
não é ninguém
Sei quem ele é
ele é bom rapaz
um pouco tímido até
vivia no sonho de encontrar o amor
pois seu coração pedia mais
mais calor
Ela apareceu
e a beleza dela
desde logo o prendeu
gostam um do outro
e agora ele diz
que alcançou na vida o maior bem
é feliz
Só pensa nela
a toda a hora
sonha com ela
p'la noite fora
chora por ela
se ela não vem
Só fala nela
cada momento
vive com ela
no pensamento
ele sem ela não é ninguém
ele sem ela não é ninguém
ele sem ela não é ninguém
Donderdag 5 mei 1988
Pepino The Italian Mouse
Pepino The Italian Mouse
French Title: Minnie Petite Souris
Composer(s): Ray Allen; Wandra Merrell
Performer(s): Lou Monte
Signore e signori, io mi chiamo Pepino Suracilla
[Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Pepino the Mouse]
And, what a mulaniana!
Pepino, oh, you little mouse
Oh, won't you go away
Find yourself another house to run around and play
You scare my girl, you eat my cheese, you even drink my wine
I try so hard to catch you but you trick me all the time
Ce sta una suracilla basci’ u’ “cellar” mezzo mure
Ogni sera ella esce quando la casa é scura
Ella do indo la cucina balla sula-sula
Appara ‘nu malandrina, pura la gata s’a paura
[There’s a mouse down in the cellar between the walls
Every evening it comes out when the house is dark
She comes up in the kitchen and dances all alone
She seems like such a rascal, even the cat is terrified]
Pepino suracilla, m’a fatta scumbati
Managia suracilla!
Di casa n’andai
Stasera illa cucina ‘nu poco di vino en c’e lascia
E quando s’embriaga, ah Pepino é c’encappa
[Pepino the mouse, you’ve embarassed me
The heck with this mouse
Get out of my house
This evening in the kitchen a little wine will be left
And when he’s good and drunk, ah, Pepino will be caught!]
The other night I called my girl
I asked her could we meet
I said let's go to my house
We could have a bite to eat
And as we walked in through the door
she screamed at what she saw
There was little Pepino
Doin' the cha-cha on the floor
Pepino suracilla, m’a fatta scumbati
Managia suracilla! Di casa n’andai
Stasera illa cucina ‘nu poco di vino en c’e lascia
E quando s’embriaga a Pepino e c’encappa
A essa non si piace formaggio American’
Ella va trovando ‘nu poca Parmegian’
S’e fatto ghiata ghiata usce stegga da pur
Quando qu’ella camina apara nu propia calendola
[It doesn’t like American cheese
It goes around finding Parmesan
Then it’ll get really big and fat
And when it walks it’ll look like a calendola [a fat, wobbly herb]
Woensdag 4 mei 1988
Sing C'est La Vie (Dutch Version)
Sing C'est La Vie
((Adapted from: Sing C'est La Vie (by Sonny & Cher) - 1965))
(Swedisch Version: Sjung Denna Sång - 1968)
Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Charles Greene; Brian Stone
Performer(s): Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo, Luc Steeno - 2003
Sing C'est La Vie
And soon you will see
Your cares will be free
Just sing C'est La Vie
Er woonde een man op t' vierde bij ons in't gebouw
Hij had daar gezelschap, 'n poes, twintig honden, een pauw
Van al dat lawaai werd de slager beneden zo zot
Heel stiekem verdwenen die beesten voorgoed in de pot
But he said when things go wrong
Just sing this song
The birds in the trees
Will sing harmony
Sing C'est La Vie
And soon you will see
Your cares will be free
Just sing C'est La Vie
Er was een concierge bij ons, die had een idool
Hij kweelde haar na en speelde daarbij nog viool
Een drama was het voor ieder daar in de buurt
k' heb toen maar een "killer" gezocht, die naar hem toegestuurd
But she said when things go wrong
Just sing this song
The birds in the trees
Will sing harmony
Sing C'est La Vie
And soon you will see
Your cares will be free
Just sing C'est La Vie
Den bakker bij ons, den dikke, was al jaren getrouwd
Zijn vrouwkje, ochgodtoch, heeft zich, dat altijd berouwd
Hij ging ervandoor en bouwde zich helemaal om
Hij woont nu in't stad en noemt zich madame Duromme
But she said when things go wrong
Just sing this song
The birds in the trees
Will sing harmony
Sing C'est La Vie
And soon you will see
Your cares will be free
Just sing C'est La Vie
C'est La Vie
Woensdag 4 mei 1988
Pépée
Pépée
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
T'avais les mains comm' des raquettes
Pépée
Et quand j'te f'sais les ongles
J'voyais des fleurs dans ta barbiche
T'avais les oreill's de Gainsbourg
Mais toi t'avais pas besoin d'scotch
Pour les r'plier la nuit
Tandis que lui... ben oui!
Pépée
T'avais les yeux comm' des lucarnes
Pépée
Comme on en voit dans l'port d'Anvers
Quand les matins ont l'âme verte
Et qu'il leur faut des yeux d'rechange
Pour regarder la nuit des autres
Comme on r'gardait un chimpanzé
Chez les Ferré
Pépée
T'avais le cœur comme un tambour
Pépée
De ceux qu'on voil' le vendredi saint
Vers les trois heures après midi
Pour regarder Jésus-machin
Souffler sur ses trent'-trois bougies
Tandis que toi t'en avais qu'huit
Le sept avril
De soixante-huit
Pépée
J'voudrais avoir les mains d'la mort
Pépée
Et puis les yeux et puis le cœur
Et m'en venir coucher chez toi
Ça chang'rait rien à mon décor
On couch' toujours avec des morts
On couch' toujours avec des morts
On couch' toujours avec des morts
Pépée
Dinsdag 3 mei 1988
Sing C'est La Vie (English Version)
Sing C'est La Vie
((Dutch Version: Sing C'est La Vie (by Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo, Luc Steeno) - 2003))
(Swedisch Version: Sjung Denna Sång - 1968)
Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Charles Greene; Brian Stone
First release by: Sonny & Cher - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Sing c'est la vie and soon you will see
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie
I once knew a man who owned a butcher shop (ah!)
He also had apartments to rent up on top
But he didn't include on the sign that he painted "No pets"
And the tenant who rented had 6 hungry dogs, he regrets
(But he said...)
When things go wrong, just sing a song
The birds in the trees will sing harmony
Sing c'est la vie and soon you will see
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie
If you think the old woman who lived in the shoe had it bad
The story of Mrs. Pierre is 10 times as sad (ah, poor woman!)
With 22 children, a duck and 2 goats in the bins
She was gaily informed by a doctor that she's having twins
(But she said...)
When things go wrong, just sing a song
The birds in the trees will sing harmony
Sing c'est la vie and soon you will see
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie
And have I mentioned to you the worst one of all?
The night Amer & his wife had their annual ball (ah, I remember that!)
The speeches he makes after dinner became quite renowned
But this time he sneezed when he spoke, and his pants, they fell down
(But they said...)
When things go wrong, just sing a song
The birds in the trees will sing harmony
Sing c'est la vie and soon you will see
Your cares will be free; just sing c'est la vie
(C'est la vie!)
Dinsdag 3 mei 1988
Pepe Rodríguez, El De La Barba En Flor
Pepe Rodríguez, El De La Barba En Flor
Composer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
cuando cae la tarde coge el metro hasta Sol
sube las escaleras silbando una canción
mirada en ristre, llega a la Plaza Mayor
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
es celta y árabe, ibero y español
romántico y torero, guitarrero y cantor
de mujeres y vinos muy buen catador
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
del "American Pie" es gran degustador
Arco de Cuchilleros baja con tal primor
que extranjeras y "guiris" le demandan amor
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
sabe inglés que aprendió de noche en un mesón
Llega pues y sonríe, un vino y ya ligó
!Oh! mío Pepe, el de la barba en flor
Les habla de Unamuno, de Goya y de Colón
de Segovia y Toledo, de playas y de sol
y de Pablo Guerrero, por aquello del folk
Bueno esto último me lo he inventado yo
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
lleva a sus "guiris" a un piso coquetón
y después de unas copas lo que allí sucedió
ni lo cuentas las crónicas, ni lo contaré yo
Pepe Rodríguez, el de la barba en flor
se porta como lo que es, un legítimo español
y les regala un sombrero cordobés, cómo no
y unas cuantas postales de Madrid con amor
!Oh! mío Pepe, el de la barba en flor
tus amigos te envidian por tu liberación
vives como en Europa y salvas la tradición
que los siglos te canten, como te canto yo
Maandag 2 mei 1988
Playboy (Ann Christine)
Playboy
Composer(s): Ossi Runne
First performance by: Ann Christine - 1966
Autot tulipunaiset
kalliit nahkaistuimet
malli viimeinen sinuun luota en
tytöt seurapiirien, niihin kuulu mä en
hurmaat, naurat, viettelet, syyttää isät vihaiset
Olet playboy, liukas playboy
varma playboy, mutta verkkoos tartu en
olet playboy, liukas playboy
varma playboy, mutta verkkoos tartu en
Lainelautaurheilu, tennis sekä miekkailu
tuota silmäilen sinuun luota en
entäs talviurheilu: tytöt -niin- ja kelkkailu
talvi St. Moritzin on ilman sua lohduton
Olet playboy, sama playboy
soma playboy, mutta kelkkaas tule en
Olet playboy, sama playboy
soma playboy, mutta kelkkaas tule en
Monet ladyt varakkaat
monet raharuhtinaat
petät hymyillen sinuun luota en
nolla nolla seitsemän, nimes muka liitetään
nollat siinä olla vois
mutta seiskan jätän pois
Olet playboy, kunnon playboy
aito playboy, elää ilman sua voin
Olet playboy, kunnon playboy
aito playboy, elää ilman sua voin
Elää ilman sua voin
Maandag 2 mei 1988
Pépé
Pépé
Composer(s): Hans Wittstatt
Performer(s): Dalida
Dans toute la ville on le nomme Pépé
C'est un curieux petit bonhomme Pépé
Pantalon en accordéon, moustache noire en tire-bouchon
Quand on l'appelle hop!
il ne fait qu'un bond
Dîtes-moi donc
Sous le chapeau cocasse de Pépé
Qui aurait plus de grâce que Pépé
Qui fait l'été quand il sourit
A qui toujours tout réussi dans la vie
Pépé, Pépé c'est lui
Sa chemise est trouée comme une dentelle
Mais il y fait des reprises avec des morceaux de ciel
Son cerveau bat la campagne et bien qu'il soit tout petit
Son cœur est une montagne qu'il donne à tous ces amis
Dans toute la ville on le nomme Pépé
C'est un curieux petit bonhomme Pépé
Pantalon en accordéon, moustache noire en tire bouchon
Quand on l'appelle, hop!
il ne fait qu'un bond
Dîtes-moi donc
Qui a moins dans les poches que Pépé
Et moins dans la caboche que Pépé
Mais qui est heureux comme il vit
Et qui cent fois redit merci à la vie
Pépé, Pépé, Pépé
Oh Pépé, c'est lui
Zondag 1 mei 1988
Sing Boy Sing
