Zondag 10 december 1989
Private Hell
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Private Hell
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Zaterdag 9 december 1989
Solamente Una Vez
Solamente Una Vez
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
First performance by: José Mojica - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1944 - You Belong To My Heart
1966 - Olen Onnellinen
Solamente una vez
Amé en la vida
Solamente una vez
Y nada más
Una vez nada más
En mi huerto
Brilló la esperanza
La esperanza que alumbra
El camino de mi soledad
Una vez nada más
Se entrega el alma
Con la dulce
Y total renunciación
Y quando ese milagro
Realiza el prodigio de amarse
Hay campanas de fiesta
Que cantan
En el corazón
Zaterdag 9 december 1989
Private Eye
Private Eye
Composer(s): Phil Pickett
Performer(s): Sailor
I watched the dawning of a concrete day
Got out of bed, scratched my head, had a hotel shave
The operator called me up just to say hey, hey
"You've got a message to call her now
She said the writing's on the wall right now
(Mr. Romero) You've got a message to call
She said that's all"
She switched the light on in the swimming pool
A silhouette with a cigarette, boy was I cool
She looked right through me, then I fell off my stool
"You've got to find me some truth," she said
"I don't need money or eternal youth," she said
"Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth
Find me the truth?"
(Chorus A:)
I'm just a private eye, an ordinary guy
You're asking me to find you paradise
Makes a change from homicide and vice
I'll be your private eye...
There must be something more than this
A swimming pool, a crazy fool and a Hollywood kiss
The finest clothes and breakfast at Tiffany's
"You've got to find me some truth," she said
"I don't need money or eternal youth," she said
"Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth
Find me the truth?"
(Chorus B:)
I'm just a private eye, no ordinary guy
Trust in me and I will find you paradise
Now sit back and watch the sun arise
I'll be your private eye...
I'm floating, I'm floating
I'm floating higher than the sun
To find the truth, no stone unturned...
Paradise
Now sit back and watch the sun arise
I'll be your private eye
(Repeat chorus B)
We talked all night about the Science Age
And how a soft remembered word
Would help to turn the page
And make way for the wisdom of the sage...
"You've got a message to call her now
She said the writing's on the wall right now
Mr. Romero..."
(Repeat)
Vrijdag 8 december 1989
Främling
Främling
First performance by: Carola Häggkvist - 1983
Främling
Vad döljer du för mig?
I dina mörka ögon
En svag nyans, av ljus nånstans
Men ändå, en främling
Så känner jag för dig
Jag ber dig, låt mig få veta
Vem vill du vara?
Kan du förklara
Det för mig?
Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende
Så gömmer också du en hemlighet
Stjärnor jag ser dem
Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig
Där bortom himlen finns en evighet
Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig
Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll
En känsla och jag litar på den
Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Natten finns till för dig och mig
Glöm det som är omkring oss
Låt mig få komma
Låt mig få vara nära dig
Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende
Så gömmer också du en hemlighet
Stjärnor jag ser dem
Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig
Där bortom himlen finns en evighet
Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig
Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll
En känsla och jag litar på den
Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Då blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Vrijdag 8 december 1989
Private Dancer
Private Dancer
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Tina Turner
Well the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don`t look at their faces
And you don`t ask their names
You don`t think of them as human
You don`t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
chorus
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I`ll do what you want me to do
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do
I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don`t look at their faces
And you don`t ask their names
chorus twice
Deutschmarks or Dollars
American Express will do nicely - thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me do you want to see the shimmy again
chorus
Donderdag 7 december 1989
Solo Più Che Mai
Solo Più Che Mai
((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966))
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Ermanno Parazzini
Performer(s): Johnny Dorelli - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra)
1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika)
1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn)
1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund)
1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets)
1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Solo più che mai
In una notte che non mi dirà
Se avrò un domani
E che solo lei
Decidere potrà
Solo più che mai
Senza ricordi
Che non trovo più
Nel mio passato
Un passato che
Più niente mi darà
Cerco intorno a me
Un nuovo volto
Che vorrei potesse dir
Parole nuove che mi portino così
Dove io
Vorrei
In un mondo che non c'è
Ma e' vissuto sempre in me
Son solo più che mai
In una notte che non mi dirà
Se avrò un domani
E che solo lei
Di me deciderà
In quel mondo che non c'è
Vorrei trovarmi sai perchè
Son solo più che mai
Senza ricordi
Che non trovo più
Nel mio passato
Un passato che
È triste quanto me
Donderdag 7 december 1989
Prisunic
Prisunic
Composer(s): Henri Gougaud
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium fleuri
Je flâne en vos jardins d'ustensiles étranges
Prisunic Prisunic en passant je souris
Aux petites vendeuses couleur de pschitt orange
O vendeuses chéries en matière plastique
Prenez mon plasti-coeur et mes plasti-baisers
Puis nous nous coucherons dans l'herbe synthétique
Nous ferons des enfants à l'âme triphasée
Sur des arbres en carton y'a de la plasti-mousse
Et des plasti-nuages accrochés aux néons
Oh le celluloïd comme il a la peau douce
La machine à laver où l'as-tu vue Léon
Moi je n'ai d'yeux que pour les Prisunic vendeuses
Engrangeant des étoiles aux réfrigérateurs
Imaginez-les donc en robes vaporeuses
Elles mettraient un cochon dedans votre moteur
Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium tout gris
La musique vous prend dans ses douces volutes
Prisunic Prisunic vos néons sont fleuris
Paraît que le nylon ça brûle en deux minutes
Woensdag 6 december 1989
Étrangers Dans La Nuit
Étrangers Dans La Nuit
((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966))
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Jacques Mareuil
Performer(s): Dania Rika - 1966
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra)
1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli)
1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn)
1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund)
1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets)
1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Étrangers dans la nuit
On se regarde
Étrangers dans la nuit
Nos yeux bavardent
C'est bon d'être ainsi
Étrangers dans la nuit
Pourquoi se parler
Mieux vaut se taire
Quand on peut rêver
Devant un verre
Que la nuit s'en va
Mais que l'amour est là
Il aura suffi
Avant que le jour vienne
Il aura suffi
De ta main dans la mienne
Pour changer ma vie
Pour changer mon ciel
Pour que tout là-haut
Dans la nuit brillent
Mille et mille étoiles
Et toi dans la nuit
Tu peux sourire
Déjà j'ai compris
Tu veux me dire
Soyons réunis
Étrangers dans la nuit
Pour nous, tout là-haut
Dans la nuit brillent
Mille et mille étoiles
Et toi dans la nuit
Tu peux sourire
Déjà j'ai compris
Tu veux me dire
Soyons réunis
Étrangers dans la nuit
Woensdag 6 december 1989
Prisons
Prisons
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Malgré
Parfums et abat-jours
Livres précieux étoffes rares
La nuit, même en plein jour
Divans profonds, filtres bizarres
Où je tourne en rond
C'est drôle
Comme ils sont lourds
Ce cœur et ce corps qui m'alarment
C'est drôle qu'après je coure
Quand déjà je me désincarne
C'est drôle toutes ces prisons
Où moi je tourne en rond
Où toi tu tournes en rond
C'est drôle toutes ces prisons
Dinsdag 5 december 1989
Strangers In The Night
Strangers In The Night
((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966))
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Charlie Singleton - Eddie Snyder
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra - 1966
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika)
1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli)
1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn)
1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund)
1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets)
1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night
What were the chances we'd be sharing love
Before the night was through
Something in your eyes was so inviting
Something in you smile was so exciting
Something in my heart
Told me I must have you
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment
When we said our first hello
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away
A warm embracing dance away and......
Ever since that night we've been together
Lovers at first sight, in love forever
It turned out so right
For strangers in the night
La da da da da.......
Dinsdag 5 december 1989
Prisonniers
Prisonniers
Composer(s): Philippe Soupault
Performer(s): Michael Mantler
Ils sont là cent cinquante
Ils ne dorment pas
Ils attendent
Il y a ceux qui attendent toujours
Il y a ceux qui murmurent un nom
Ceux qui respirent à peine
Ceux qui mentent
Il y a ceux qui souffrent sans cesse
Ceux qui crient doucement
Ceux qui chantent
Il y ceux qui ont faim et soif
Ceux qui marchent lentement
Ceux qui mangent
Il y a ceux qui hurlent de toutes leurs forces
Ceux qui baissent la tête
Ceux qui vivent
Hommes de peines
Hommes de peines
Que nos nuits sont longues
Maandag 4 december 1989
I'm Never Giving Up
I'm Never Giving Up
Composer(s): Ron Roker - Jan Pulsford - Phil Wigger
First performance by: Sweet Dreams - 1983
I don't believe in idle gossip
The jealous mind can be unfair
I hear them make their accusations
But baby, come what may
No matter what the people say
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in
If there's the slightest chance that I could win
The battle may be lost, but I can win the war
And get your lovin' back the way it was before
At times it's hard to see the changes
Or read the writing on the wall
We may become the best of strangers
But I'll keep holding on
Until I know my chance has gone
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in
If there's the slightest chance that I could win
The battle may be lost, but I can win the war
And get your lovin' back the way it was before
Never givin' up, I'm never givin' up
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in
If there's the slightest chance that I could win
The battle may be lost, but I can win the war
And get your lovin' back the way it was
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in
If there's the slightest chance that I could win
The battle may be lost, but I can win the war
And get your lovin' back the way it was before
Never givin' up, I'm never givin' up
(I'm allowed to... all I want to... need your lovin')
I'm never never givin'... never never givin'... never givin' up
Maandag 4 december 1989
Prisoner Of Love
Prisoner Of Love
Composer(s): Russ Columbo; Clarence Gaskill; Leo Robin
Performer(s): Perry Como
Alone from night to night you’ll find me
Too weak to break the chains that bind me
I need no shackles to remind me
I’m just a prisoner of love
For one command I stand and wait now
From one who’s master of my fate now
I can’t escape for it’s too late now
I’m just a prisoner of love
What’s the good of my caring
If someone is sharing those arms with me
Although she has another
I can’t have another for I’m not free
She’s in my dreams, awake or sleeping
Upon my knees, to her I’m creeping
My very life is in her keeping
I’m just a prisoner of love
What’s the good of my caring
If someone is sharing those arms with me
Although she has another
I can’t have another for I’m not free
She’s in my dreams, awake or sleeping
Upon my knees, to her I’m creeping
My very life is in her keeping
I’m just a prisoner of love
Zondag 3 december 1989
Sol Forastero
Sol Forastero
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé - L. Ferrario - M. Grilli
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Tu que nunca quisiste
oir hablar de América
ahora vas y dices que
quieres ir p’ allá...
Si ni siquiera sabes
dónde está California
me cuentas que ahora mueres por
ponerte morena allá
Bajo un sol forastero
Bajo un sol forastero …
Y ahora de repente
te pones camiseta New York
y no tienes ni idea
de qué tiempo hará
Bajo un sol forastero
un forastero seré
bajo un cielo negro negro
extranjero hablaré
Pero que mito hey !
qué barras ni qué estrellas
de qué me hablas chica mira que te ciegas
pero qué libertad, qué clase de cultura
pero qué gringo mandingo ni que polla dura
pero qué presidente ni qué rascacielos
pere qué sociedad que vive sin camelos
pero qué coño dices mira cómo comes
Que si que ve, ve, ve
De donde dan las tomes
Justo ayer me decías
mañana iremos al mar
explica entonces que es ésto
de vuelo intercontinental…
Cariño hablamos despacio
la vida allá es triste
se duerme poco, se gasta mucho
y se come ese pan de alpiste
bajo un solo forastero
forastero seré
bajo un cielo negro negro
extranjero hablaré
Zondag 3 december 1989
Prison Blues
Prison Blues
Composer(s): Jimmy Page; Chris Farlow
Performer(s): Jimmy Page
I've been a b-bad boy baby
I've been a bad boy all night long - oh yes I have
Yes, I've been a bad boy honey
I've been a bad boy all night long
That woman, she don't even let me
She did not even telephone
I'm gonna leave my little honey
Like a rabbit leaves the hole
A-ow-ah leave my little honey baby
Just like that little bunny rabbit leaves the hole
I got a weasel in my pocket
I'm gonna stick that weasel down my mamma
I'm gonna stick it down that little hole
I'm never gonna get out of this prison baby
The only way I get out is climb over the wall
Oh baby, the only way out is that I get a ladder
and climb over the wall
Well I can't climb the ladder baby
'Cause I'm afraid that I, that I might fall
Come on yeah!
I'm staying in this Folsom prison honey
Yeah, I'm gonna stay in this prison till the day that I die
Oh, I'll stay in Folsom prison baby
Oh, till the day, until the day that I die
Hear more, I'm gonna kill nobody
Oh my baby you know, you know that I'm staying alive
'Cause I know baby, that's gonna be a great big lie
(You know I'm livin' in this F-Fol' prison)
Zaterdag 2 december 1989
Do Re Mi
Do Re Mi
First performance by: Jahn Teigen - 1983
Skalaen er en sang - alene
Så enkel og så fin - alene
Gitaren tryller fram - en liten sang
Piano og gitar - i sammen
Strenger lager lyd - i sammen
Klanger bringer fram - en liten sang
Overalt finns det refrenger
Skalaen er alt det du trenger
Syng
Do Re Mi Fa Sol
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol)
La Ti Do
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol)
La Ti Do
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do)
Noen spiller best - alene
Andre synger mest - alene
Men alle får vi fram - en liten sang
La oss spille mer - i sammen
Vi skal få det til - i sammen
Syng så godt du kan - en liten sang
Overalt finns det refrenger
Skalaen er alt det du trenger
Syng
Do Re Mi Fa Sol
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol)
La Ti Do
(Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do
Do Re Mi
Zaterdag 2 december 1989
Prism Song
Prism Song
Composer(s): Gale Garnett
Performer(s): Gale Garnett
refrain:
Red and Yellow, Blue and Green
Prettiest thing I'd ever seen
You know it's Red and Yellow, Blue and Green
Lord this world treat a little child mean
Goin' a home from school today
I met a nice man on my way
He gave me a prism, shiny and clean
Prettiest thing I ever seen
You know it's
(refrain)
Daddy left my mama but I won't cry
Hold my prism to my eye
Hold it there, night and day
Hold it 'til the earth goes away
Because it's
(refrain)
Heard yesterday my daddy was dead
Cried until my little heart bled
That was bad, but then today
Policemen come and take my mama away
But I got
(refrain)
Police got a padlock on our door
I can't go home anymore
I'd go back, but if I do
The man that got my mama gonna get me too
So I keep
Red and Yellow, Blue and Green
Prettiest thing I ever seen
You know it's Red and Yellow, Blue and Green
Lord this world treat a little child...
Red and Yellow, Red and Yellow
Pretty Thing, Pretty...
Pretty...
Vrijdag 1 december 1989
Sol E Chuva
Sol E Chuva
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Zizi Possi
Se esta noite o tempo vai virar
Não me deixes sair sozinha
Pode amanhecer
Tudo fora de lugar
Posso não estar aqui
Nossa vida, o vento esfarrapar
Tua manta não ser a minha
Pode acontecer
Quando o tempo serenar
De eu não me lembrar de ti
Sim
Pode vir uma enxurrada
E carregar tudo o que eu tinha
Sim
Posso até gostar
Deixa eu sair sozinha
É sol e chuva, é penumbra e luz
Meu corpo está gelado e queima
Pode acontecer
Podes vir me procurar
Posso não estar aqui
Vrijdag 1 december 1989
Prisioneros En Libertad
Prisioneros En Libertad
Composer(s): Bradley; Miguel Gallardo; Stewart James
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Si la sangre no ardiera en mi
y estas ansias de ser, hoy, me dejarán descansar
si la lluvia borrara en ti
esos sueños de aire que te obligan a escapar
Prisioneros en libertad, noche sin final
corazones en libertad, perros sin guardián
¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal!
es la soledad
Si supiera llegar a ti
y entregarte la fe y la inocencia que perdí
si quisieras volver a mi
con el alma en la cara y sin nada que fingir
Prisioneros en libertad, somos tu y yo
corazones en libertad, cuerpos sin calor
¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal!
es la soledad
Prisioneros en libertad, sin saber que hacer
corazones en libertad, de alas de papel
¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal!
es la soledad
Donderdag 30 november 1989
Vivre (Guy Bonnet)
