Maandag 6 februari 1989
Please Mr. Johnson
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Zondag 5 februari 1989
Small Fry
Small Fry
Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Fred MacMurray, Donald O'Connor
and multiple other artists
Here comes that good for nothin' brat of a boy
He's such a devil I could whip him with joy
He's been carousin' at the burleycue
Just watch me teach him with the sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice peckin' all day long to some old radio song
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you better listen to your paw
And someday practice the law
And then you'll be a real success
Yes, small fry, you kissed the neighbour's daughter
Small fry, shoulda stay in shallow water
Seems I should take you cross my knee
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You've got your feet all soakin' wet
You'll be the death of me yet
Oh me, oh my, small fry
Zondag 5 februari 1989
Please Mr. Gravedigger
Please Mr. Gravedigger
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
"Ah-choo, excuse me"
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
"God, it's pouring down"
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, Oh God
No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello missus, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain"
Zaterdag 4 februari 1989
Old-Man Fiddle
Old-Man Fiddle
First performance by: Pihasoittajat - 1975
The door opens wide – every head turns round to stare
He steps inside with raindrops on his hair
A grey old man with legs a-limping, he finds himself a chair
Then he lifts a fiddle and bow with gentle care
And just like sunlight out of the rain, old man fiddle's come to play again
And light this night up into flame
Just his dancing fiddling bow brings to life all sleepy toes
In this old heart till morning glows
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
We sang along into the dawn till our cares were just memories
Danced in time to country tunes
In some valley he lives free, where his notes ripen on the trees
Underneath the harvest moon
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
In the gentle falling rain, you could still hear the loving sound
That filled the night with memories
And when the skies are turning grey, bring him back here to play again
He'll waken blossoms on the trees
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
Zaterdag 4 februari 1989
Please Love Me Forever
Please Love Me Forever
Composer(s): Ollie Blanchard; John Malone
Performer(s): Tommy Edwards;
and various other artists
Please love me forever
Don't forget me ever
Just listen to my plea
Please don't stop loving me
You're in my dreams nightly
Don't take my love lightly
Begging on bended knee
Please don't stop loving me
Oh, when I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord your love I'll keep
If I should die before I wake
I'll come back for you
That's no mistake
Oh, I'll love you forever
Can't forget you ever
Our love was meant to be
Please don't stop loving me
I'll love you forever
Can't forget you ever
Our love was meant to be
Please don't stop loving me
Vrijdag 3 februari 1989
Small Axe
Small Axe
Composer(s): Lee Perry; Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley - 1971
Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver
So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
These are the words
Of my master, keep on tellin' me
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (... fall in it)
If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
(To cut you down)
(To cut you down)
These are the words
Of my master, tellin' me that
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh (... bury in it)
If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Sharpened ...
Vrijdag 3 februari 1989
Please Hurt Me
Please Hurt Me
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King
Performer(s): Little Eva; The Crystals
If you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me
and if you gotta break a heart, then please break mine
I won't cry if you deceive me
I'll take it with a smile
I know someday you will leave me
But at least I'll have you for a while
So darlin', if you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me
and if I have to be a plaything, that's what I'll be
Please hurt me, oh please hurt me
Come on & please hurt me
Why don't you please hurt me
Donderdag 2 februari 1989
Une Chanson C'est Une Lettre
Une Chanson C'est Une Lettre
Composer(s): Boris Bergman; André Popp
First performance by: Sophie - 1975
Vois-tu? – La chanson c'est une lettre
Qu'on écrit pour soi et puis qu'on jette
Elle ne voit jamais la boîte aux lettres
Et pourtant
On a le courage d'y dire: "Je t'aime"
Puisque c'est un autre sur la scène
Qui vient le crier sans avoir peur
Des projecteurs
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que l'on n'envoie...
Que l'on n'envoie jamais
Les amours y sont toujours parfaites
On a jamais peur d'y être bête
Quand le cœur est prêt à se soumettre
À un cœur
Il est plus facile de dire: "Je t'aime"
À l'alexandrin de son poème
L'amour n'est jamais comme sur la scène
Dans la vie
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que ne prendra jamais plus le facteur
"Partons tous les deux sur ce navire"
Voilà des choses que je ne peux dire
Ma gorge se serre et se déchire
À l'idée
Qu'un jour il faudrait que je t'écrive
Ces mots plantés là sur l'autre rive
Faute de te faire une missive
J'ai chanté
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que ne prendra jamais le facteur
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête
Une chanson c'est une lettre
Qui reste en soi
Qui se froisse et qui meurt
Donderdag 2 februari 1989
Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness
Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness
Composer(s): Stephen Street Morrissey
Performer(s): Sandie Shaw
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like to note my home address
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you kindly note my inside leg
I don't mind what time you come 'round
If it's the daytime then I might be in bed
I'm so very young, I am so really really young
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like a list of my dislikes
There are people with problems
I've known this, I've known this for years
There are paupers and peers who have problems
I don't mind what time you come 'round
If it's the weekend then I have to be dead
I'm so very young, I am so really really young
I'm so young, really really ...
I am so young, I am so young
Woensdag 1 februari 1989
Smack Dab In The Middle
Smack Dab In The Middle
Composer(s): Jesse Stone
First release by: Charlie Calhoun - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists
Pick me a town
In any clime
Where people like
A rockin time
And stay awake
Both day and night
Till everybody's feelin good an' right
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
Oh, I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, now boys you can see why I wanna be smack dab in the middle
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds
with chorus girls
A street that's paved
with natural pearls
a wagon load
of bonds and stocks
Then open up the door at Fort Knox
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, now listen boys throw me smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, throw me now, smack dab in the middle right now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Alright!
Woensdag 1 februari 1989
Please Don't Turn Me Away
Please Don't Turn Me Away
Composer(s): Roy Buchanan; Billy Price Keystone Rhythm Band
Performer(s): Roy Buchanan
Please don't turn me away
Please let me stay
I'm asking you for just a little bit of your time
I'm asking you to leave the past behind
You don't have to tell me that it was never right
I know that baby
But all I really know right now is that I need you tonight
I need your love at once to stop the rain
To easy my pain
I need the sound of your sweet voice
Baby, to comfort me through my dark and rhythmic night
Please don't turn me away
please let me stay
Don't make me pay for each and every one of my crimes
All I want to do baby, all I want to do is hold you one more time
And if I cannot ever be you lover again
For one more night... for one more night let me be your friend
Dinsdag 31 januari 1989
At Va'ani
At Va'ani
First performance by: Shlomo Artzi - 1975
At olah k'mo hashemesh hayoshevet me'alai
veroshemet bekarniah et yomai
at k'rovah k'mo hageshem al roshi ve'al panai
vehamayim shebefi leta'ami
At va'ani, at va'ani, ken
k'mo barak vera'am, ad katzvei hayam
At va'ani, at va'ani, ken
zeh nishma chazak yoter meha'olam
Shneinu yom valailah sovevim le'lo le'ot
zeh mizeh baim vezeh el zeh shavim
k'mo tziv'ei hakeshet od nikshor ana bachut
venomar lo sh'ma ba'im yamim tovim
At va'ani...
at va'ani...
at va'ani, at va'ani, ken
at va'ani, at va'ani, at va'ani, ken
Dinsdag 31 januari 1989
Please Don't Touch
Please Don't Touch
Composer(s): Heath Robinson
Performer(s): Johnny Kidd;
and various other artists
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Well there ain't no other woman that makes me feel this way
When she comes up close, well I just ain't a word to say
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Well I get so nervous when I see her eyes that shine
She looks right through me and the chills run down my spine
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Well I don't know why she got her claws in me
I wanna be a bachelor, fancy free
Running from the preacher, boy what a relief
I'm gonna spend my life shakin' like a leaf
Well remembering the first time her ruby lips brushes my cheek
I opened my mouth but the rest of me just wouldn't speak
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Oh baby don't you touch me now...
Maandag 30 januari 1989
Slutet Gott, Allting Gott
Slutet Gott, Allting Gott
Composer(s): S. Andersson; Ben Wilson; Judy Lynn
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Den första gång jag mötte dig, en regnig, tråkig dag
Så gjorde du en slät figur, såg trist ut tyckte jag
Sen blev jag kär som aldrig förr, om starten än var sval
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Nu är du den jag drömmer om och alltid tänker på
Jag vandrar i ett rosigt rus, min hela värld är blå
Att allting skulle ändra sig, det kunde ingen spå
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Människan spår men ödet rår och man vet aldrig hur
Ibland så går det tokigt till, men ibland så har man tur
Och är man kär så är man där, man kommer aldrig ut
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Människan spår men ödet rår och man vet aldrig hur
Ibland så går det tokigt till, men ibland så har man tur
Och är man kär så är man där, man kommer aldrig ut
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Maandag 30 januari 1989
Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends
Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson;
and various other artists
This could be our last good night together
We may never pass this way again
Just let me enjoy it `til it's over, or forever
Please don't tell me how the story ends
See the way our shadows come together
Softer than your fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all that we remember of each other
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Never's just the echo of forever
Lonesome as a love that might have been
Let me go on lovin' and believing `til it's over
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Zondag 29 januari 1989
Slumming On Park Avenue
Slumming On Park Avenue
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Alice Faye
and multiple other artists
Put on your slumming clothes and get your car
Let's go sightseeing where the high-toned people are
Come on, there's lots of fun in store for you
See how the other half lives on Park Avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on Park Avenue
Let us hide behind a pair of fancy glasses
And make faces when a member of the classes passes
Let's go smelling where they're dwelling
Sniffing ev'rything the way they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why can't we do it too?
Let's go slumming, nose thumbing, on Park Avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on Park Avenue
Where the social hearts
For Broadway lights are throbbing
And they spend their nights
In smart cafés hobknobbing, snobbing
Come let's eye them, pass right by them
Looking down our noses as they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why can't we do it too?
Let's go slumming, crumb bumming, on Park Avenue
Zondag 29 januari 1989
Tablados
Tablados
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Na minha lembrança a moça arrebatava o chão
Do meu coração, tablado solto no sem-fim
Sim, roçava a franja nos desejos do salão
Não pintava a boca só pra mim
Lembro da encarnada moça na iluminação
Encarnada num tablado de encarnado igual
A boca pintada de sangrado coração
Sendo a rosa e o fogo, o bem e o mal
Pra sempre minha onde seu corpo for
Descansar, distrair
Para sempre moça quando o meu amor
Precisar e pedir
Na minha cabeça, moça, a íntima sessão
Sem saia encarnada, nada, num passado assim
Mal iluminado, sua própria encarnação
Fundos de memória, camarim
Zaterdag 28 januari 1989
Singing This Song
Singing This Song
First performance by: Renato - 1975
Don't cry, for what's the use to be counting your blues?
Just say you had a date and your friend turned out to be late
Cheer up, think it's a boon, go on, whistle a tune
Nothing will change what had to be done, it just happened to be
Pack your troubles and make fun, you'll enjoy it, you'll see
So do listen to me, whatever your trouble may be
Join in and come along with a smile and a song
It's good to understand that the world is not at its end
Forget what beats you inside, keep it out of your mind
Nothing will change what had to be done, it just happened to be
Pack your troubles and make fun, you'll enjoy it, you'll see
Sure love not to be hurt, we were born to live on this Earth
So when something goes wrong, join in singing this song
Sure love not to be hurt, we were born to live on this Earth
So when something goes wrong, join in singing this song
Join in singing this song
Zaterdag 28 januari 1989
Ta Pedia Tou Pirea
Ta Pedia Tou Pirea
Composer(s): Manos Hadjidakis
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1960
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Les Enfants Du Pirée (Dalida)
1960 - Ein Schiff Wird Kommen (Lale Andersen)
1960 - Uno A Te, Uno A Me (Dalida)
1960 - Los Niños del Pireo (Dalida)
1960 - Aldrig Om Sønda'n (Grethe Ingmann & Jørgen Ingmann's Ork.)
1961 - Never on Sunday (The Ramsey Lewis Trio)
Ap to parathiro mou stelno ena dio
Ke tria ke tessera filia
Pou ftanoun sto limani ena ke dio
Ke tria ke tessera poulia
Pos ithela na eho ena ke dio
Ke tria ke tessera pedia
Pou san tha megalosoun ola na ginoun
Levendes gia hari tou Pirea
Osso ki an psaxo
Den vrisko allo limani
Treli na m ehi kani
Apo ton Pirea
Pou otan vradiazi
Tragudia m aradiazi
Ke tis penies tou allazi
Gemizi apo pedia
Apo tin porta mou san vgo
Den iparhi kanis
Pou na min ton agapo
Ke san to vradi kimitho
Xero pos, xero pos
Pos tha ton onirefto
Petradia vazo sto lemo
Ke mia han.., ke mia han ..
Ke mia handra filahto
Giati vradia kartero
Sto limani san tha vgo
Kappion ahnosto na vro
Osso ki an psaxo
Te vrisko allo limani
Treli na m ehi kani
Apo tou Pirea
Pou otan vradiazi
Tragudia m aradiazi
Ke tis penies tou allazi
Gemizi apo pedia
Pos ithela na eho ena ke dio
Ke tria ke tessera pedia
Vrijdag 27 januari 1989
Slowly (Luis Eduardo Aute)
