Woensdag 27 juli 1988
Phoenix
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Phoenix
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Dinsdag 26 juli 1988
Chance Of A Lifetime
Chance Of A Lifetime
First performance by: Pat McGeegan - 1968
One day, while I was out walking
I saw your face in the midst of a crowd
Here, I thought, is the chance of a lifetime
I thought you'd stepped from a cloud
Think of that wonderful meeting
oh... the sun shone down on us from above
Why should I be out walking that day
and get the chance of a lifetime of love?
Show me the way you are feeling
always tell me just what I should know
Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together
but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of, oh...
I never thought my dreams would come true
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
Show me the way you are feeling
lways tell me just what I should know
Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together
but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of
I never thought my dreams would come true
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
Dinsdag 26 juli 1988
Philo-Sophie
Philo-Sophie
Composer(s): Brice Homs; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
À Sophie M. de la part de
Platon, Spinoza, Hierkegaard et quelques autres
Vous, belle insolente,
Dont je sais peu de choses, à part le nom
La marche est lente
À suivre votre pas entre le oui et le non
Vous, belle indolente
Qui mettez tant de temps à vous montrer
Longue est la pente
Qu'il faut savoir monter pour vous approcher de près
Mais quoiqu'il en coûte
Quand on se réveille à vos côtés
Moins impie que l'on se voudrait
On sait, sans aucun doute
Que si votre corps est un délit
Tant de délices y sont permis
Vous, belle insoumise
Dont les beaux yeux d'amour mourir me font
Que je vous dise
Combien, loin de vos charmes, on reste à toucher le fond
Vous, belle ingénue
Même trop maquillée, mal vêtue
Vous restez la vérité nue
Celle que l'on courtise
Et qui oblige à la retenue
Jusqu'à tutoyer la Vertu
Vous, que rien ne grise
Même si parfois pour vos beaux yeux
On a tout dit, tout fait, je veux
Ce soir simplement dire
Que, même si c'est de la folie
À vie, vous serez ma philo-Sophie
Maandag 25 juli 1988
Sister Golden Hair
Sister Golden Hair
Composer(s): Gerry Beckley
First release by: America - 1975
Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
Uh I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden, hair's a prize
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Uh I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister Golden-haired surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Now I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Maandag 25 juli 1988
Philosopher
Philosopher
Composer(s): P. Papini; J. Schwartz
Performer(s): Yellowstone & Voice
All of the children in the park
Searching the sculpture to find where you are
All of the blind men in the dark follow you
Do you know where you go?
All of the travelers on the road
Put down the burdens to see where you go
All of the mortals with their loss
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
All of the people wanting more
Needing to follow a philosopher
All of the wealthy and the poor
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Zondag 24 juli 1988
Stress
Stress
First performance by: Odd Børre - 1968
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha det riktig
Bra... bra... bra... bra... bra... bra, ikke glem å
Ta... ta... ta... ta... ta sovemedisin
Små doser er bra, må slappe litt av
Skru på din radio, du har jo sov-i-ro
Ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ringes ved når
Vi... vi... vi... vi... vi... vi, får litt bedre
Tid... tid... tid... tid... tid, siste bussen går
Men en gang - kanskje neste år - skal vi få tid til alle ting
En gang - kanskje neste år - ta alt med ro, bare rusle omkring
Må... må... må... må... må... må, mange flere
Sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... saker jeg sku'
Pra... pra... pra... pra... pra... pratet med deg om
Men... men... men... men... men... men alt de der må
Ven... ven... ven... ven... vente til vi ses i -
Gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen, siste bussen går
Prøv meditasjon... prøv te med sitron
Ta deg en liten drink... ja du må være flink
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Zondag 24 juli 1988
Philadelphia Lawyer
Philadelphia Lawyer (aka Reno Blues)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie;
and various other artists
Way out in Reno Nevada
Where romance blooms and fades
A great Philadelphia lawyer
Was in love with a Hollywood maid
Come love and we will wander
Down where the lights are bright
I'll win you a divorce from your husband
And we can get married tonight
Now, Bill was a gun totin' cowboy
Ten notches were carved on his gun
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill's maiden alone
One night when he was returning
From riding the range in the cold
He dreamed of his Hollywood sweetheart
Her love was as lasting as gold
As he drew near her window
Two shadows he saw in the shade
Twas a great Philadelphia lawyer
Making love to Bill's Hollywood maid
The night was as still as the desert
The moon hanging high overhead
Bill listened awhile to the window
He could hear every word that was said
Your hands are so pretty and lovely
Your form so rare and divine
Come go with me to the city
And leave this wild cowboy behind
Tonight back in old Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful pines
There's one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight
Zaterdag 23 juli 1988
Sisotowbell Lane
Sisotowbell Lane
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
Sisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for youSisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for you
Zaterdag 23 juli 1988
Philadelphia Freedom
Philadelphia Freedom
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John
I used to be a rolling stone
You know if the cause was right
I'd leave to find the answer on the road
I used to be a heart beating for someone
But the times have changed
The less I say the more my work gets done
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I've waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won't you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes
Vrijdag 22 juli 1988
Sir William Gower
Sir William Gower
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
I am a sailor, both stout and strong
To a goodly vessel I do belong
Well guard and anchored and well equipped
Sir William Gower and a very fine ship
Our captain in his cabin lay
When a dreadful voice to him did say
"This night with me in the deep you'll be
So prepare yourself and your company"
The sky grew dark and the sea grew still
Though the men were fearful and the air was chill
Sir William rose to meet his men
Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"
"I loved my mother when she was alive
And to my sister I gave babies five
I killed my wife and her children three
So I now must face what has come for me"
"You'll lash a timber close to my side
And throw me out on the water wide
And if I swim then let me be
But if I sink them pray for me"
So we tied his head and we tied his feet
And around his middle a winding sheet
At every knot the sea did stir
Grew ready for the murderer
And then we saw his open grave
The likeness of a single wave
That swept our ship from her stern to her bow
And bore away Sir William Gower
Vrijdag 22 juli 1988
Philadelphia Filly
Philadelphia Filly
Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball
Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all
My Philly filly from old P A
A modern day rocker in a space age way
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, no!
When she kisses, she makes a smack
Makes a shiver run up my back
Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans
Sweetest gal that you've ever seen
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Number one rocker all over this land
Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand
Speaking in class or doin' handjive
Makes everybody just come alive
Philadelphia filly
Man she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Philadelphia filly
Oh, she's a dilly
Philadelphia filly
Oh, more pity..........
Donderdag 21 juli 1988
Marianne (Sergio Endrigo)
Marianne
Composer(s): G. Bigazzi; Sergio Endrigo
First performance by: Sergio Endrigo - 1968
Marianne
Mi fai felice per un attimo
Poi non vivo più
Marianne
Che cos'è
Questa gran voglia che hai di correre?
Non ti fermi mai
Qui con me
Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù
Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne
Marianne
Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù
Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne
Marianne
Marianne
Donderdag 21 juli 1988
Phenomenal Cat
Phenomenal Cat
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks
A long, long time ago
In the land of idiot boys
There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat
Who loved to wallow all day
No one bothered him
As he sat, content in his tree.
He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat
And that's how he wanted to stay
Though he was big and fat
All the world was good to him,
And he pointed out on the map
All the places he had been
Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la, la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Once when he was thin
He had flown to old Hong Kong
And had learned the secret of life
And the sea and the sky beyond
So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree
And ate himself through eternity
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Woensdag 20 juli 1988
Sir Patrick Spens
Sir Patrick Spens
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Ewan MacColl - 1951
and multiple other artists
The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"
The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command
"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"
"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"
They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"
"Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"
Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet
Woensdag 20 juli 1988
Phantom Writer
Phantom Writer
Composer(s): Gary Wright
Performer(s): Gary Wright
I'm not trying to fool you
I'm just trying to explain
How my love for you is more than mystifyin'
Oh baby, my love is blind
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Once I thought I loved you
While I really was trying to find
A way of touching my own reality
Oh baby, I'm still trying
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Hey, hey, hey
Let me learn to know you
Can you show me a sign tonight
I do believe I need to be near you now
Oh baby, love shines
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
The light, it smiles from your face
Fix me the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Dinsdag 19 juli 1988
La Source
La Source
Composer(s): Guy Bonnet; Henri Djian; Daniel Faure
First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1968
Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Elle était blonde, elle était douce
Elle aimait à se reposer
Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse
Ecoutant les oiseaux chanter
Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville
Par le bois où elle passait
Elle vit soudain, immobiles
Trois hommes qui la regardaient
Trois hommes qui la regardaient
Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Ils étaient là, trois, à l'attendre
Trois hommes-loups, cette brebis
Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre
Ils avaient bien trop d'appétit
Elle ne savait pas défendre
Le souffle léger de sa vie
Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre
Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
Comme une grande fleur coupée
Sa robe blanche et la lumière
On aurait dit une mariée
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
On aurait dit comme un grand lys
Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres
Une claire source a jailli
Une claire source a jailli
Elle chante au milieu du bois
La source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva
S'il faut croire à cette légende
D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Dinsdag 19 juli 1988
Phantom Of The Opera
Phantom Of The Opera
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber;
Charles Hart; Richard Stillgoe
Performer(s): Sarah Brightman;
and various other artists
Christine:
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came....
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
And do I dream again? For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...
Phantom:
Sing once again with me our strange duet...
My power over you grows stronger yet...
And though you turn from me,to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...
Christine:
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...
Phantom:
It's me they hear...
Both:
You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...
Chorus:
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera...
Beware the Phantom of the Opera...
Phantom:
In all your fantasies
you always knew
that man and mystery...
Christine:
...were both in you...
Both:
And in this labyrinth
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here
inside your/my mind...
Phantom:
Sing my Angel of Music!
He's there
The Phantom of the Opera....
Maandag 18 juli 1988
Sir Joseph
Sir Joseph
Performer(s): Gilbert & Sullivan
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor
And I polished up the handle of the big front door
I polished up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He polished, ...
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk
I served the writs with a smile so bland
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand
I copied all the letters in a hand so free
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He copied, ...
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute
And that pass examination did so well for me
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
And that pass examination, ...
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership
And that junior partnership, I ween
Was the only ship that I ever had seen
But that kind of ship so suited me
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
But that kind, ...
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament
I always voted at my party's call
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He thought so little, ...
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be
If you want to rise to the top of the tree
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
Stick close, ...
Maandag 18 juli 1988
Big Joe ... And Phantom 309
Big Joe ... And Phantom 309
Composer(s): Tommy Faile
First release by: Red Sovine - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town
Made a lot of miles, the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down
I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name, I told him mine
And he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line
that seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309
Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night
When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go
'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
And the waiter's face turned kinda white
Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin
He said: Naw, this happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down
There was a bus load of kids, a comin' from town
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheels
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!
Zondag 17 juli 1988
Kun Kello Käy
