Maandag 22 augustus 1988
Pictured Within
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Zondag 21 augustus 1988
Primaballerina
Primaballerina
First performance by: Siw Malmkvist - 1969
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, warum bist du allein?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
tanzt auf deiner Spieluhr
und musst immer einsam sein
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina, deine Welt ist die Musik
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
dreh' dich zu dem Glockenspiel
im Tanz da, liegt dein Glück
Du bist schön in deinem weissen Kleid
du mußt dich dreh'n, aber nie zu zweit
Sag, weint dein Herz, wenn die Nachtigall
ihr Lied von ihrem Liebsten singt?
Sag, weint dein Herz, wenn die Nachtigall
ihr Lied von ihrem Liebsten singt?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, noch nie hast du gelacht
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
wer hat dich verzaubert
und ins Märchenland gebracht?
Du bist schön in deinem weißen Kleid
du musst dich dreh'n, aber nie zu zweit
Sag, weinst du nicht, wenn das Mondlicht
sich im Lächeln der Verliebten bricht?
Sag, weinst du nicht, wenn das Mondlicht
sich im Lächeln der Verliebten bricht?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
alles schöne dieser Welt, das muss einmal vergeh'n
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, das wirst du nie versteh'n
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina, einmal bricht das Glück entzwei
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina und dann ist der Tanz vorbei
Zondag 21 augustus 1988
Pictured Life
Pictured Life
Composer(s): Rudolf Schenker; Klaus Meine; Ulrich Roth
Performer(s): Scorpions; Breaker; Firewind
Ooh! Dark meditation
Your second sight can show my light
In a crystal ball
Sweet are the days, intoxication
Crow-black the nights caging my mind
Behind the wall
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Into the rock to find the cream
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Pictured life from yesterday
Ooh! Dark meditation
Deep down inside a stream of light
Begins to flow
Sweet are the days, intoxication
Crow-black the nights caging my mind
Behind the wall
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Into the rock to find the cream
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Pictured life from yesterday
Pictured life, pictured life
Pictured life from yesterday ...
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1988
Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
Composer(s): Buddy Sheffield
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
I remember a time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
When our cares which were already few, were soon forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh, we'd sit every Sunday and watch the married ladies
And we'd dream of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they'd talk and paint their nails while they let us hold their babies
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Where was I when the time came to join the married ladies
Why did I paint the nail when the finger had no ring
Why do I sit at my age and long to hold their babies
Sittin, on the front porch swing
When the mind longs to follow, but the memory erases
And the lips form the words that the heart no longer sings
When the leaves in the hollow have been dyed to match our faces
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh we'll dream of the time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
But the words to the rhyme are not the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1988
Picture This
Picture This
Composer(s): Jimmy Destri; Debbie Harry; Chris Stein
Performer(s): Blondie
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you
All I want is a room with view, oh-oh
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour, oh yeah
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this - a day in December
Picture this - freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only oh-oh
Picture this - a sky full of thunder
Picture this - my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you, oh yeah
All I want is 20-20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, oh-oh
If you can picture this - a day in December
Picture this - freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only oh-oh
Picture this - a sky full of thunder
Picture this - my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what you used to do yeah
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1988
Oj, Oj, Oj Så Glad Jeg Skal Bli
Oj, Oj, Oj Så Glad Jeg Skal Bli
First performance by: Kirsti Sparboe - 1969
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når ikke lenger han har noen på si'
Oj, oj, oj, da skal det bli fest
Og jeg skal være den eneste gjest
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når jeg kan slippe konkurrentene fri
Oj, oj, oj, alene med deg
Ja, det et toppen av livet for meg
Jeg har verdens kjekkeste kar, den saken er klar
Men han har for stor appetitt på mini-invitt
Han flyr etter Eva, Lise og Anne
Og boltrer seg vilt som fisken i vannet
Men hver gang han legger på svøm
Så har jeg en inderlig drøm
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når ikke lenger han har noen på si'
Oj, oj, oj, da skal det bli fest
Og jeg skal være den eneste gjest
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når jeg kan slippe konkurrentene fri
Oj, oj, oj, alene med deg
Ja, det et toppen av livet for meg
Lalala...
Oj, oj, oj, oj!
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1988
Picture In Your Mind
Picture In Your Mind
Composer(s): Larry Knechtel
Performer(s): Bread
Used to be my pleasure
When I'd wake up in the morning
Just to open my eyes and see you
Just to find you were lying there
But mornings now they seem to be an everyday affair
I'm just a picture in the memory of your mind
All I ever wanted
Every dream that I've ever cherished
Was to share in a kind of magic
That only lovers ever share
All you ever offered me
Was the moment then and there
I'm just a picture in your mind
I used to want you, oh how badly did I want you
I could not stand the hunger
I used to stay awake at night and think of nothing but you
And when I would awake to find you lying there beside me
It made me so damn happy
I couldn't satisfy my craziness for you
Now the spell is broken
And my dreams they've all turned to ashes
But I still have a love for living
By loving you I've only just begun
Love is never easy when it's given just by one
I'm just a picture in your mind
I used to want you, oh how badly did I want you
I could not stand the hunger
I used to lie awake at night and think of nothing but you
And when I would awake to find you lying there beside me
It made me so damn happy, babe
I couldn't satisfy my craziness for you
Found a few more answers
And I'm ready for tomorrow
But I still have to stop and wonder
If I've learned anything from what we've done
Love is never easy when it's given just by one
I'm just a picture in your mind
Picture in your mind
Donderdag 18 augustus 1988
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
(Italian Version: Navi)
Composer(s): Otis Redding; Steve Cropper
First recording/First release by: Otis Redding - 1967/1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Donderdag 18 augustus 1988
Picture Book
Picture Book
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks;
and various other artists
Picture yourself when you're getting old
You sat by the fireside, pondering all
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time ago
Picture book, of people with each other
To prove they loved each other a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book
A picture of you in your birthday suit
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon
Picture book, your mama and your papa
And fat old uncle Charlie out cruising with their friends
Picture book, a holiday in August
Outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend
Picture book, when you were just a baby
Those days when you were happy, a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na
A-scooby-dooby-doo
Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na
A-scooby-dooby-doo
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woensdag 17 augustus 1988
Bonjour, Bonjour
Bonjour, Bonjour
First performance by: Paola del Medico - 1969
Bonjour, bonjour, grade heut' scheint die Sonne so schön
An deiner Hand, durch die Stadt zu geh'n, das wunsch' ich mir nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Der Himmel lacht wie mein Herz, wenn du lieb zu mir bist
Es bluhen Blumen, wo sonst nur der Strassenstaub ist
Ein Vogel singt fur uns beide in Moll und in Dur
Bonjour, bonjour
Die Welt ist wunderbar, sie kann nicht schöner sein
Und sie gehört nur den Verliebten allein
Bonjour, bonjour, es ist Schön, dich mal wiederzusehen
Bonjour, bonjour, nur bei dir scheint die Sonne so schön
Was ich erlebe mit dir, das ist alles l'amour
Bonjour, bonjour
'Bonjour, bonjour' sagen alle, die dich und mich seh'n
Bonjour, bonjour, schlagt die Uhr und fur uns bleibt sie steh'n
Gleich zieht ein Denkmal den Hut, darauf warte ich nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Die Welt ist wunderbar, sie kann nicht schöner sein
Und sie gehört nur den Verliebten allein
Bonjour, bonjour, sagt das Gluck, und es kommt zu uns zwei'n
In deinen Armen flieg' ich in den Himmel hinein
Wenn ich auch weiß', fur mich bleibt nach der glucklichen Zeit
Nur Einsamkeit
Bonsoir, bonsoir, es war schön dich mal wiederzusehen
Fallt's mir auch schwer, so verliebt auseinanderzugehen
Ich traum' von dir, bis du kommst und dann sage ich nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Woensdag 17 augustus 1988
Picnic
Picnic
Composer(s): Steve Allen; George Dunning
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters;
and various other artists
On a picnic morning without a warning
I looked at you and somehow I knew
On a day for singing
My heart went winging
A picnic grove was our rendezvous
You and I in the sunshine
We strolled the fields and farms
At the last light of evening
I held you in my arms
Now when days grow stormy
And lonely for me
I just recall picnic time and you
Now when days grow stormy
And lonely for me
I just recall picnic time and you
Dinsdag 16 augustus 1988
Sittin' On A Fence
Sittin' On A Fence
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1965/1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Since I was young I’ve been very hard to please
And I don’t know wrong from right
But there is one thing I could never understand
Some of the sick things that a girl does to a man, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I’m sittin' on a fence
All of my friends at school grew up and settled down
And they mortgaged up their lives
One thing's not said too much, but I think it’s true
They just get married cause there’s nothing else to do, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I’m sittin on a fence
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I’m sittin on a fence
The day can come when you get old and sick and tired of life
You just never realize
Maybe the choice you made wasn’t really right
But you go out and you don’t come back at night, so
I’m just sittin’ on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I’m sittin' on a fence
Dinsdag 16 augustus 1988
Picknick
Picknick
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
De bloemenwei is groen getooid
We hebben bloemen rondgestrooid
Het goudgelokte lentekind en wij
Vriendinnen, vrienden, allemaal
Gezeten rond de vruchtenschaal
Ook u bent welkom, lach en kom erbij
We geven picknick
Onder wilgen, onder linden
Tussen klaprozen en winden
Teerbeminden in mijn hart
En sluit je ogen, pluk een bloem
Daar zit Onipos en Lennaert Nijgh
Van wie ik nog een tientje krijg
Het goudgelokte lentekind slaapt zacht
En zoete rook van blauwe kant
Omgeeft mijn hoofd als haartooiband
En druppels honing geuren op mijn vacht
We geven picknick
Met tante Bets en pater Janssen
Die al zelf en samen dansen
Leliekransen in hun haar
Kom maak muziek, pluk een bloem
We vragen u erbij
De rest is ook van mij
Lennaert Nijgh en ik we geven picknick
Nu speelt de blikken blazersband
Die meer dan honderd nummers kent
Het goudgelokte lentekind speelt fluit
Gekleed in vijgenblad van schuim
Vliegt Dylan door het hemelruim
Speelt hymnen op z'n harp en gouden luit
We geven picknick
Voor de elven en de feeën
Voor de runderen en reeën
Voor de twee en iedereen
Moet aardig zijn, pluk een bloem
Maandag 15 augustus 1988
Sittin' In The Balcony
Sittin' In The Balcony
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First recording/First release by: Johnny Dee - 1956/1957
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm just a-sittin' in the balcony
just a-watchin' the movie
or maybe it's a symphony, I wouldn't know
I don't care about the symphonies
just a-cymballs and a-timpanies
I'm just a-sittin' in the balcony, on the very last row
I'll hold your hand and I'll kiss you too
the feature's over, but we're not through
just a-sittin' in the balcony
holdin' hands in the balcony
just a-sittin' in the balcony, on the very last row
we may stop lovin' to watch bugs bunny
but he can't take the place of my honey
just a-sittin' in the balcony
just a-snootchin' in the balcony
just a-sittin' in the balcony, on the very last row
just a-huggin' and a-kissin'
with my baby in the very last row
Maandag 15 augustus 1988
Pickin' A Chicken
Pickin' A Chicken
Composer(s): Paddy Roberts;
Derek Bernfield; Garfield De Mortimer
Performer(s): Jim Reeves;
Eve Boswell; Alma Cogan
Come to the barbecue and sit by my side
We couldn't choose a better night if we tried
Can't you imagine what a thrill it will be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Zondag 14 augustus 1988
Judy Min Vän
Judy Min Vän
Composer(s): Britt Lindeborg; Roger Wallis
First performance by: Tommy Körberg - 1969
Judy min vän vad du är tankfull
Varför Judy min vän?
Judy min vän du är tyst och sorgsen
Varför Judy min vän?
Börjar du inse nu att vi båda jag och du
Kanske aldrig kan bli lyckliga tillsammans
Judy min vän
Judy min vän du älskar saker, villa TV och bil
Din väg är kantad av lyx och prylar
Det är inte min stil
Våra mönster går isär låt mig säga det såhär
Jag kan aldrig bli den man som du behöver
Judy min vän
Gudarna, ja låt mig förklara
Lever för stunden när drömmarna varar
Detta är min filosofi, jag vill jämt känna
Jag är fri
Judy min vän din dröm om pengar
tycks mig liten och trång
Vi drömmer drömmen om gröna ängar
vinterns lek och en sång
Kanske jag ändrar mig
Då hörs jag av
Då ska jag presentera mig som din
mister medel-Svensson
Judy min vän där går vår korsning
kanske ses vi igen, då får vi se
vad livet har gjort med oss
Judy min vän
Gudarna, ja låt mig förklara,
Lever för stunden när drömmarna varar
Detta är min filosofi, jag vill jämt känna
Jag är fri
Judy min vän där går vår korsning
kanske ses vi igen, då får vi se
vad livet har gjort med oss
Judy min vän
Judy min vän, Judy min vän...
Zondag 14 augustus 1988
Pick Yourself Up
Pick Yourself Up
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jerome Kern
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
(He)
Please teacher, teach me something
Nice teacher, teach me something
I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst
My two feet haven't met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
'Cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst
(She)
Nothing's impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up
Dust myself off
Start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath
Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
(He)
I'll get some self assurance
If your endurance is great
I'll learn by easy stages
If you're courageous and wait
To feel the strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
(Both)
Nothing's impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up
Dust myself off
Start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath
Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
Zaterdag 13 augustus 1988
(Sittin' Here) Lovin' You
(Sittin' Here) Lovin' You
Composer(s): John Sebastian
Performer(s): Bobby Darin; William S. Emert; The Lovin' Spoonful
If you are wonderin'
What I'm gonna do
While you are sleepin'
Am I sleepin', too?
Well, I'm just sittin' here lovin' you
Closin' my eyes and lovin' you
I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you
I have been wonderin'
Just what I would do
If I weren't sleepin'
Had I not found you
I'd be outside findin' you
Walkin' on the avenue findin' you
But I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you
Now the reason that you never see me runnin' `round
Fingers on my forehead couldn't calm me down
She can't even get me up, on my feet
When I got to take care of some bus'ness on the street
I have been walkin'
All my streets alone
I would keep walkin'
To keep from goin' home
I couldn't quite barely conceive of you
Now I can't conceive of ever leavin' you
'Cause I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you
I have been walkin'
All my streets alone
I could keep walkin'
To keep from going home
I couldn't quite barely conceive of you
Now I can't conceive of ever leavin' you
'Cause I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you
I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you
I'm just sittin' back
Sittin' here lovin' you!
Zaterdag 13 augustus 1988
Pick Me Up And Lay Me Down In Dear Old Dixieland
Pick Me Up And Lay Me Down In Dear Old Dixieland
Composer(s): Bert Kalmar; Harry Ruby
One day I watched a flock of whippoor wills
as they flew to their homes across the hills
they were merrily flying, to the south I knew
and I couldn't help crying; "Take me there with you!"
Bring me down there beneath the Southern sky
sing me one little Dixie lullabye
there's a candle light burning
down old Dixie way tell the folks that I'm yearning
for them night and day
Pick me up, and lay me down in dear old Dixieland
the sun shines there each morn that's where the sun was born
My heart's been all wrapped up in that land of magic charms
carry me back to someone's empty arms
Keep those darkies singing, till I get back
to that ivy clinging ram shackle shack
Pick me up just like my mammy
lead me by the hand, and lay me down in dear old Dixie land
Vrijdag 12 augustus 1988
De Troubadour
