Donderdag 13 juli 1989
Possibilities
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Possibilities
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Woensdag 12 juli 1989
So In Love (Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark)
So In Love
Composer(s): Stephen Hague - Paul Humphreys - Andy McCluskey
First release by: Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists
Talk to me, don't lie to me
Save your breath
Don't look at me, don't smile at me
Just close your eyes
I was so impressed by you
I was running blind
I would fall for every trick
Every twist of mind
Heaven is cold
Without any soul
It's hard to believe
I was so in love with you
Don't say your prayers, don't build your hopes
Just walk away
Don't phone me up, don't call around
Don't waste your time
You were so in awe of me
You were so divine
You would do just anything
To still be mine
Heaven is cold
Without any soul
It's hard to believe
I was so in love with you
All the things you said to me
I was so obsessed
You were always talking talking
God I did my best
Heaven is cold
Without any soul
It's hard to believe
I was so in love with you ...
Woensdag 12 juli 1989
Possession
Possession
Composer(s): Doug Ingle
Performer(s): Iron Butterfly
When a man has a woman
and he doesn't really love her
why does he burn inside
when she starts to love another
It's possession
It's possession
It's possession
It's possession
It's possession
It's possession
Dinsdag 11 juli 1989
Hey Nana
Hey Nana
Composer(s): Guy Beyers - Charles Dumolin
First performance by: Micha Marah - 1979
Hey, kom je mee
Blijf je hier bij mij vannacht
'k heb oh... zo lang op jou gewacht
Hey, weet je wel
't is nu tijd voor 't grote spel
Jij wordt nu mijn pantofelheld
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Ik zal altijd heel lief voor je zijn
Zou dat niet heerlijk zijn voor jou en mij
Zo'n heel klein huisje voor ons allebei
Waarin we heel gelukkig zouden zijn
En als je 's avonds na je werk verschijnt
Dan roep ik
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Zo zie je maar
Zo komt alles voor mekaar
Wij worden samen nu een paar
Ik zorg voor jou
Net zoals jij zorgt voor mij
En ons geluk gaat nooit voorbij
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Ik zal altijd heel lief voor je zijn
Zou dat niet heerlijk zijn voor jou en mij
Zo'n heel klein huisje voor ons allebei
Waarin we heel gelukkig zouden zijn
En als je 's avonds na je werk verschijnt
Dan roep ik
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Na…
Dinsdag 11 juli 1989
Positively 4th Street
Positively 4th Street
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan;
and various other artists
You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning
You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it
You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it
I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it
No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you
Maandag 10 juli 1989
So I Wrote You A Song
So I Wrote You A Song
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger
I woke up with this feeling
There was something I wanted to say
So I wrote you a song
Lately girl I've been dreamin'
Dreamin' 'bout you all through the day
So I wrote you a song
Hope the words will be right
When I see you tonight
You'll know how I feel
I'm no longer alone
Think I've found me a home
And I think it's real
I woke up with this feeling
Haven't felt it for quite some time
So I wrote you a song
All these thoughts I've been dreaming
Somehow I've got to make them right
Got to make them belong
Everytime that you're here
Everytime that you're near
Everything is real
I'm no longer alone
Think I've found me a home
And I think it's real
So I wrote you a song
Maandag 10 juli 1989
Pose Ta Joue Sur Mon Épaule
Pose Ta Joue Sur Mon Épaule
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Jairo
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Ferme les yeux
Qu'un peu d'éternité nous frôle
Soyons heureux, tous les deux
Chasse tes soucis, tes problèmes
Autour de nous, le monde est fou
Il change et je reste le même
Viens te noyer dans mes "je t'aime"
Qui t'offrent tout
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Avec douceur
Que la tendresse joue son rôle
Comblant ton coeur et mon coeur
Quand le bonheur t'offre une chance
Mets ton destin entre mes mains
Un simple geste et tout commence
Je fleurirai ton existence
Tes lendemains
Viens contre moi
Et imagine
Ces voies divines
S'ouvrant à toi
Ces paradis aux fleurs étranges
Dont le seul ange
Sera toi et moi
Loin des gens et toutes choses
Le coeur en feu
Rideaux tirés et portes closes
Rêvons un peu, si tu veux
Que l'amour prenne contrôle
Pour te donner l'éternité
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Je veux t'aimer
Zondag 9 juli 1989
Je Suis L'enfant-Soleil
Je Suis L'enfant-Soleil
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; Hubert Giraud
First performance by: Anne-Marie David - 1979
Il est arrivé du nord, et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Il a dit des mots plus forts et plus doux que le coton du ciel
Il a partagé le pain et mon père lui a donné un lit
"Tu commenceras demain, près du chêne gris"
Je n'ai pas rêvé de lui, je ne dormais pas
Etendue au pied du chêne gris, je guettais son pas
Et tout un hiver brûlant, notre amour a fait chanter la terre
Comme un recommencement, comme une prière
Il était un homme-neige et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Le printemps sur son manège déroulait pour nous ses arcs-en-ciel
S'il avait voulu partir, je n'aurais même pas su pleurer
J'aurais gardé le sourire qu'il m'avait donné
Quand des hommes sont venus, je n'ai pas compris
Au-devant de moi il a couru, vers le chêne gris
Mais sans qu'il ait rien pu faire, le piège s'était fermé sur lui
Ils ont remercié mon père, puis ils sont partis
Il est retourné au nord, et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Il avait ses mains dehors et sur son dos le coton du ciel
Il a partagé le pain, et mon père lui a donné un lit
Ce jour-là me paraît loin, près du chêne gris
Hé, reviens, je suis l'enfant-soleil
Hé, reviens, je suis l'enfant-soleil
Soleil, soleil
Zondag 9 juli 1989
Portugal
Portugal
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki; Chico Buarque; Ruy Guerra
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Oh muse ma complice
Petite sœur d'exil
Tu as les cicatrices
D'un 21 avril
Mais ne sois pas sévère
Pour ceux qui t'ont déçue
De n'avoir rien pu faire
Ou de n'avoir jamais su
A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
A fleuri au Portugal
On crucifie l'Espagne
On torture au Chili
La guerre du Viêt-Nam
Continue dans l'oubli
Aux quatre coins du monde
Des frères ennemis
S'expliquent par les bombes
Par la fureur et le bruit
A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
À fleuri au Portugal
Pour tous les camarades
Pourchassés dans les villes
Enfermés dans les stades
Déportés dans les îles
Oh muse ma compagne
Ne vois-tu rien venir
Je vois comme une flamme
Qui éclaire l'avenir
A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
À fleuri au Portugal
Débouche une bouteille
Prends ton accordéon
Que de bouche à oreille
S'envole ta chanson
Car enfin le soleil
Réchauffe les pétales
De mille fleurs vermeilles
En avril au Portugal
Et cette fleur nouvelle
Qui fleurit au Portugal
C'est peut-être la fin
D'un empire colonial
Et cette fleur nouvelle
Qui fleurit au Portugal
C'est peut-être la fin
D'un empire colonial
Zaterdag 8 juli 1989
So How Come (No One Loves Me)
So How Come (No One Loves Me)
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
They say that everyone
wants someone
So how come no one
wants me
Then they say that everyone
needs someone
So how come no one
needs me
Well if you wonder
who the loneliest creatures
in the world can be
It's the ugly duck
the little black sheep
and me
They say that everyone
loves someone
So how come no one
loves me
Well if you wonder
who the loneliest creatures
in the world can be
It's the ugly duck
the little black sheep
and me
They say that everyone
loves someone
So how come no one
loves me
So how come no one
loves me
So how come no one
loves me
Zaterdag 8 juli 1989
Portrait Of My Love
Portrait Of My Love
Composer(s): Cyril Ornadel; David West
Performer(s): Steve Lawrence;
and various other artists
There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream
You will never see a portrait of my love
For miracles are never seen.
Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa
It would take I know, a Michelangelo
And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love
It would take I know, a Michelangelo
And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love
Vrijdag 7 juli 1989
Dschinghis Khan
Dschinghis Khan
Composer(s): Bernd Meinunger - Ralph Siegel
First performance by: Dschinghis Khan - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Sie ritten um die Wette mit dem Steppenwind
tausend Mann
Und einer ritt voran, dem folgten alle blind
Dschinghis Khan
Die Hufe ihrer Pferde, die peitschten den Sand
sie trugen Angst und Schrecken in jedes Land
und weder Blitz noch Donner hielt sie auf
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Kahn
auf Brüder - sauft Brüder - rauft Brüder, immer wieder
lasst noch Wodka holen - ho, ho, ho
denn wir sind Mongolen - ha, ha, ha
und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
he Männer - ho Männer - tanzt Männer, so wie immer
und man hört ihn lachen - ho, ho, ho
immer lauter lachen - ha, ha, ha
und er leert den Krug in einem Zug
Und jedes Weib, das ihm gefiel,
das nahm er sich in sein Zelt
Es hieß, die Frau, die ihn nicht liebte
gab es nicht auf der Welt
Er zeugte sieben Kinder in einer Nacht
und über seine Feinde hat er nur gelacht
denn seiner Kraft konnt' keiner widerstehen
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Kahn
auf Brüder - sauft Brüder - rauft Brüder, immer wieder
lasst noch Wodka holen - ho, ho, ho
denn wir sind Mongolen - ha, ha, ha
und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
he Männer - ho Männer - tanzt Männer, so wie immer
und man hört ihn lachen - ho, ho, ho
immer lauter lachen - ha, ha, ha
und er leert den Krug in einem Zug!
Vrijdag 7 juli 1989
Portrait En Couleurs
Portrait En Couleurs
English Title: My Colouring Book
Composer(s): J. Kander; J. Keating;
F. Ebb; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Prenez une feuille de papier blanc
Une palette de couleurs
Amusez-vous maintenant
A faire mon portrait
Pour que mes yeux ressemblent
Aux larmes d'adieu
Prenez du bleu
Et pour mon cœur
Qui n'a plus le goût de la vie
Mettez du gris
Et pour mes nuits mes rêves
Ignore encore comment
Dessine le néant
Pour ce collier qu'il m'a donné
Un jour d'espoir
Prenez du noir
Pour la maison sans âme sans flamme
Où rôdent des ombres, témoins du bonheur
Plus besoin de couleur
Et pour celui
Qui est sorti de mon chemin
Ne mettez rien
Donderdag 6 juli 1989
So Hard To Give It All Up
So Hard To Give It All Up
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
Performer(s): Hoyt Axton
So hard to give it all up when you have what you want
So hard to realize you've been a fool again
Sometimes when you take what you want you lose what you love
So hard to realize I'm losing you again
Up on the mountain is a motherless son
Sometimes he howls just like a wolf on the run
We're all just children and we're lost in the woods
The woman I love tells me she's misunderstood
And I say so hard to give it all up...
She knew she had me by the look in my eyes
She had the power she could sure hypnotize
I had been living in a fanciful dream
My heart was broken worse than you've ever seen
I say so hard to give it all up...
So hard to give it all up...
Donderdag 6 juli 1989
Portofino
Portofino
Composer(s): Mark Spiro; Jack White
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck;
Glen Agritelley; Tony Fontaine
Long ago I used to know where love was found
A place in the sun
Long before this heart of mine had broken down
You were the one
But now you're a lonely memory
My heartache will never end
Though all of those nights are far away
I wish I were with you again
Portofino I still remember the sun in your hair
Portofino marriage to music that danced in the air
Portofino I want you back in my arms
'Cause every time I close my eyes
I'm holding you in the dark
In Portofino where you broke my heart
I think of your face and still it can take my breath away
After so long
And though I'll be lonely living for only yesterday
I'll get along though now you're a faded memory
My heartache will never end
This unforgotten melody keeps playing over and over again
Portofino I still remember the sun in your hair
Portofino marriage to music that danced in the air
Portofino I want you back in my arms
'Cause every time I close my eyes
I'm holding you in the dark
In Portofino where you broke my heart
In Portofino where you broke my heart
Woensdag 5 juli 1989
The British Soldier
The British Soldier
Composer(s): Harvey Andrews
Performer(s): Harvey Andrews
In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there, if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again
'Come join the British Army' said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army, getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced, a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some mem'ries and a trade
Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name, the blind against the blind
The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands, the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear, a screech of brakes, the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there, too many running feet
"Take cover," yelled the soldier, "Take cover for your lives"
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle, God, why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks, how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world, so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake
There was no time to cry or shout, there was no time to moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
Woensdag 5 juli 1989
Porterville
Porterville
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
It's been an awful long time since I been home
But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone
Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung
I don't care! I don't care!
They came and took my Dad away to serve some time
But it was me that paid the debt he left behind
Folks said I was full of sin, because I was the next of kin
I don't care! I don't care!
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
I don't care! I don't care!
Folks were out one night to put me up a fence
And you can guess that I've been runnin' ever since
Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, and I'll keep on, I tell myself
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
Ain't no one that's 'bout to help
And I'll keep on, I tell myself
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
Dinsdag 4 juli 1989
Blue Canadian Rockies
Blue Canadian Rockies
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
First release by: Gene Autry - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists
In the Blue Canadian Rockies
Spring is sighin' through the trees
And the golden poppies are bloomin'
Round the banks of Lake Louise
Across the sea they call me
And I'm lonesome and so blue
For the Blue Canadian Rockies
And the girl I love so true
Spring is sighin' through the trees
Round the banks of Lake Louise
Across the sea they call me
And I'm lonesome and so blue
For the Blue Canadian Rockies
And the girl I love so true
Dinsdag 4 juli 1989
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Antonio Coggio
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni
È domenica mattina
si è svegliato già il mercato
in licenza son tornato e sono qua
per comprarmi dei blue jeans
al posto di questa divisa
e stasera poi le faccio una sorpresa...
C'è la vecchia che ha sul banco
foto di Papa Giovanni
lei sta qui da quarant'anni o forse più
e i suoi occhi han visto re
scannati ricchi ed impiegati
capelloni ladri artisti e figli di...
- e figli di...
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?...
Vado avanti a gomitate
tra la gente che si affolla
le patacche che ti ammolla quello là
ci ha di tutto pezzi d'auto
spade antiche quadri falsi
e la foto nuda di Brigitte Bardot...
- Brigitte Bardot...
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?...
Tutti rotti quei calzoni
si vabbè che è roba usata
ma chissà chi l'ha portata quanto vuoi?
Quella lì non è possibile
che è lei insieme a un altro
non è certo suo fratello quello
e se l'è scelto proprio bello
ci son cascato come un pollo io...
"A ragà...
ma che hai fatto?
Ma 'sti carzoni li vòi o nun li vòi?"
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai tu?
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai tu?
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?
"Fiore de sale
l'amore fa penà ma nun se mòre...
d'amore nun se mòre
ma se sta male..."
Maandag 3 juli 1989
Golden Memories And Silver Tears
