Woensdag 1 juli 1992
Heartbeat (Ruby Murray)
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Heartbeat
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Woensdag 1 juli 1992
Harlequin
Harlequin
Composer(s): Garry Broker
Performer(s): The Hollies
Harlequin has lost his crown
Look they say "a broken clown"
Yesterday he ruled the world
Now he's crying to be heard
Yesterday he called the tune
Now he's howling at the moon
Harlequin has broken down
Harlequin, Harlequin has lost his crown
Harlequin has broken loose
Slipped the knot and skipped the noose
Can those bloodhounds find his trail?
Will they send him back to jail?
Can those bloodhounds find his scent?
Will they find out where he went?
Harlequin cannot be found
Harlequin, Harlequin has gone to ground
Harlequin is back on top
Now his fame will never stop
See him shown from coast to coast
He's the one they love the most
See them slap him on the back
How they love his every crack
Harlequin we knew you'd do it
Harlequin, Harlequin
Harlequin (repeat)
Dinsdag 30 juni 1992
Spanish Boots
Spanish Boots
Composer(s): Jeff Beck - Rod Stewart - Ron Wood
First release by: Jeff Beck - 1969
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "So Long!"
Long Spanish boots on a "So Long!"
I took a day job in Bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "So Long!"
High Spanish boots on a "So Long!"
Dig it
I took a Spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, Mr. Nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said "So Long!"
Laced up my high boots and "So Long!"
Goodbye
... am on a job you see
'Cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"
High Spanish boots on and "So Long!"
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"
Those old Spanish boots
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"
High spanish boots
Dinsdag 30 juni 1992
Heartbeat (Buddy Holly)
Heartbeat
Composer(s): Bobby Montgomery; Norman Petty
Performer(s): Buddy Holly
Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat why does a love kiss stay in my memory?
Pitity-pat, I know that new love thrills me
I know that true love will be
Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat why do you skip when my baby's lips meet mine?
Heartbeat why do you flip then give me a skip beat sign?
Pitity-pat, and sing to me love stories
And bring to me love's glory
Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
Dinsdag 30 juni 1992
Harlem Spagnolo
Harlem Spagnolo
((Adapted from: Spanish Harlem (Ben E. King) - 1961))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Phil Spector
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961
Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Nuits D'espagne (Dalida)
1961 - Der Joe Hat Mir Das Herz Gestohlen (Dalida)
1961 - Aquella Rosa (Dalida)
1964 - Das Ist Die Frage Aller Fragen (Cliff Richard)
La,la,la...
Laggiù nell'harlem di Spagna
C'è una rosa molto rara
E un fiore strano assai
Il sol non vede mai
Fiorisce solo se la luna corre in ciel ed ogni stella brilla
E cresce nella via ma dolcissima
Delicata nel chiaro
Di luna
Laggiù nell'Harlem di Spagna
C'è una rosa molto rara
Son neri gli occhi suoi
Che ruban l'anima
E san bruciare con il fuoco dell'amor chi osi darle
Un becio
Nessun la puo comprar
Per vedela sbocciar
Nel suo
Giardino
La, la, la...
Stasera l'Harlem di Spagna
Ha una rosa innamorata
Ho ritrovato in te
Un sogno splendido
E la mia bocca stà narrandoti tesor la vera storia mia
Stanotte sol per te
Quel fior sboccierà
E di te sarà la luna
La, la, la...
Maandag 29 juni 1992
A Little Bit
A Little Bit
Composer(s): Luca Genta - Gerrit aan 't Goor
First performance by: Nina Åström - 2000
I'm in love with the place where I was born
Where I lived my life in harmony with every new dawn
I'm in love with the people that I know
With whom I share my tears of laughter, the times I feel low
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love I need
To keep me going, keep me smiling
It's love that makes me breathe
It may be Finland, France or Spain
Berlin, Prague or Rome
It's the place where you live
Where your heart feels at home
There's a world that is bigger than my own
Where they strive to try and unify, to dull monotone
Every change that really matters comes from within
When in love we stand together through thick and thin
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It's love that makes us breathe
It may be Amsterdam or Bern
Sweden or U.K.
Where your heart is at home
You will feel okay
(It's a little bit of love), it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It's love that makes us breathe
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It is love that makes us breathe
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It is love that makes us breathe
Maandag 29 juni 1992
Heart Attack And Vine
Heart Attack And Vine
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Screamin' Jay Hawkins;
and various other artists
Liar, liar with your pants on fire
White spades hanging on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness you'll have to wait in line
You'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine
See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
With the pedal pushers, suckin' on a soda pop
Well I'll bet that she's still a virgin
But it's only twenty-five to nine
You can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine
Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Then crawlin' down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful ev'ry goddamn time
You're waiting for the RTD on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine
Maandag 29 juni 1992
Harlem Shuffle
Harlem Shuffle
Composer(s): Earl Nelson; Bob Relf
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
You move it to the left
And you go for yourself
You move it to the right
Yeah if it takes all night
Now take it kinda slow
With a whole lot of soul
Don't move it too fast
Just make it last
You scratch just like a monkey
Yeah you do real cool
You slide it to the limbo
Yeah how low can you go?
Now come on baby
Don't fall down on me now
Just move it right here
To the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle
Hitch hitch hike baby
Across the floor
I can't stand it no more
Now come on baby
Now get into your slide
Just ride ride ride
Little pony, ride!
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Do the Monkey shine
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah like your mother told you how
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Zondag 28 juni 1992
Spanish Bombs
Spanish Bombs
Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon
The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon
Zondag 28 juni 1992
Heartaches By The Number
Heartaches By The Number
((German Version: Ich Zähle Täglich Meine Sorgen (by Peter Alexander))
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Ray Price - 1959
and multiple other artists
Heartache Number One was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
Heartache Number Two was when you came back again
You came back and never meant to stay
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three was when you called me
And told me you was coming to stay
With hoping heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Ah the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Zondag 28 juni 1992
Harlem Nocturne
Harlem Nocturne
Composer(s): Earle Hagen
Performer(s): Mel Tormé
A nocturne for the blues played on a broken heart string
It's wailing out the news my baby is gone from me
Dark shadows in the rain, a telephone that won't ring
Just memories remain of lovers that used to be
I miss the laughs and the fun, my spot in the sun
When I was the one one and only
The music and lights, those wonderful nights
The morning is the time we'd kiss
The laughs and the fun, my days in the sun
They're over and done, and I'm lonely
Don't ask me to hide the heartbreak inside
The gleam - ing spark is gone, the light went dark
This nocturn for the blues took all and left me nothing
Nothing but the blues 'til baby comes back to me
Zaterdag 27 juni 1992
When Spirits Are Calling My Name
When Spirits Are Calling My Name
Composer(s): Peter Dahl - Linda Jansson - Thomas Holmstrand
First performance by: Roger Pontare - 2000
I am caught in a trap, there is no turning back, I'm finally facin' the fear
The sky is on fire, and up with the flames, my hope and my dreams disappear
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
Show me the way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
Let me be the native son with freedom in my heart
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
My name...
Let me out of the darkness, the shadow of pain, and I'm keepin' my promise to you
My people, my spirit, the home of my heart - you're with me wherever I go
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
I've got a way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
Let me be the native son with freedom in my heart
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
My name...
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
I've got a way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
Let me be the native son with freedom in my home
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
Spirits are calling my name
Zaterdag 27 juni 1992
Heartaches
Heartaches
Composer(s): John Klenner; Al Hoffman
Performer(s): Ted Weems;
and various other artists
Heartaches
Heartaches
My loving you meant only heartaches
Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me
I can't believe it's just a burning memory
Heartaches
Heartaches
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
I should be happy with someone new
But my heart aches for you
Zaterdag 27 juni 1992
Harden My Heart
Harden My Heart
Composer(s): Marvin Ross
Performer(s): Quarterflash;
and various other artists
Cryin' on the corner, waitin' in the rain
I swear I'll never, ever wait again
You gave me your word..but words for you are lies
Darlin' in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd go
But it's time to let you know....oh...
Chorus:
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna turn...and...leave you here.....
All of my life I've been waitin' in the rain
I've been waiting for a feeling...that never, ever came
It feels so close, but always disappears....
Darlin', in your wildest dreams, you never had a clue...
But it's time you got the news......oooo....
Repeat Chorus
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
Harden my heart...harden my heart...
swallow my tears
I'm gonna harden my heart....
Vrijdag 26 juni 1992
Spam Song
Spam Song
Composer(s): Terry Jones - Michael Palin - Fred Tomlinson
Performer(s): Monty Python's Flying Circus
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spaaam!
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spam
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Lovely Spaaam! (Lovely Spam!)
Lovely Spaaam! (Lovely Spam!)
Lovely Spaaam!
Spaaam, Spaaam, Spaaam, Spaaaaaam!
Vrijdag 26 juni 1992
Heartache Tonight
Heartache Tonight
Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Don Henley;
Bob Seger; J.D. Souther
Performer(s): The Eagles;
and various other artists
Somebody's gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothin' we can do
Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
And make it come out right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know
Some people like to stay out late
Some folks can't hold out that long
But nobody wants to go home now
There's too much goin' on
This night is gonna last forever
Last all, last all summer long
Sometimes before the sun comes up
The radio is gonna play that song
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
The moon's shinin' bright
So turn out the light
And we'll get it right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Somebody's gonna hurt someone (somebody)
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothin' we can do (everybody)
Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
And make it come out right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Let's go
We can beat around the bushes
We can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parkin' lot
But either way there's gonna be a -
Heartache tonight, a heartache tonight
I know
Oh, I know
There'll be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Vrijdag 26 juni 1992
Hard Core Poetry
Hard Core Poetry
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert; Brian Potter
Performer(s): Tavares; The 5th Dimension
It depends on who is looking at the tenement walls
Whether he's coming home or passing through
You can walk the streets and find so much to criticize
But that would be the easy thing to do
'Coz there's beauty in the concrete
If you see it with your heart
The sidewalks only hurt you
If you hate them from the start
This is a song not necessarily sweet
I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
And if my words don't make history
Just call it hardcore poetry
You can blame the world if troubles come
And knock at your door
Let your weakness cut you down to size
If you find some fault with everything surrounding you
Maybe it's your narrow-minded eyes
'Coz there's music in the city
If your ear is to the ground
Only nonbelievers never hear a single sound
This is a song not necessarily sweet
I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
And if my words don't make history
Just call it hardcore poetry
Donderdag 25 juni 1992
La Vita Cos'è
La Vita Cos'è
First performance by: Jane Bogaert - 2000
Mi sveglio al mattino
Il caffè ancora caldo di ieri
La pioggia sulla finestra
Che legge nei miei pensieri
Mi chiedo dove sei amore lontano
Il telefono non ha suonato
Quel tuo sorriso mi fa impazzire
Non posso più aspettare
So che non era facile, il cuore mio così fragile
Si accende in un momento e vola via con il vento
Mi sento una piccola onda nel mare, azzurro dell'amore
Adesso nei miei giorni ci sei tu
La vita cos'è? La vita dov'è?
Una spina nel cuore che mi crea dolore
Se tu non ci sei
La vita dov'è? La vita cos'è?
Un palco d'amore ma l'applauso non c'é
Se tu non ci sei
Dividi con me il mondo, fammi vivere ogni giorno
Per restare accesa come la luce di una stella
Vivere un amore nel cielo, non c'è una cosa più bella
Stringimi più forte, baciami
La vita cos'è? La vita dov'è?
Una spina nel cuore che mi crea dolore
Se tu non ci sei
La vita dov'è? la vita cos'è?
Un palco d'amore ma l'applauso non c'é
Se tu non ci sei
Se tu non ci sei
Donderdag 25 juni 1992
Heartache No. 9
Heartache No. 9
Composer(s): David Grant; Evan Rogers; Carl Sturken
Performer(s): Hot Chocolate; Pauli Carman
Heartache number nine - heartache number nine
You look like a dream
but it's obscence the way you play your game
You treat them like a number without a name
Lovers used
their hearts abused
I'm gone without a trace
Don't you know it's time to mend your ways?
Don't wanna be heartache number nine
I'm not gonna play that part
I'm gonna be the one to change your mind
You're never gonna break my heart
When I'm down I'll be the only one
I'll never be known as heartache number nine
One to three were way before me
and four was a friend of mine
They fail for your lies time after time
Five and six were here and gone
they didn't last too long
And seven and eight were next in line
Don't wanna be heartache number nine
It's been eight times that love's walked in and out of your life
But it's all in the past 'cause I'm here to stay
oh baby
Heartache number nine - heartache number nine
When I'm down I'll be the only one
I'll never be known as heartache number nine
Heartache number nine
Don't wanna be heartache number nine - heartache number nine
Donderdag 25 juni 1992
Hard, Ain't It Hard
