Zondag 27 september 1992
Hello Trouble
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Zondag 27 september 1992
He Did It
He Did It
Composer(s): Jackie DeShannon; Sharon Sheeley
Performer(s): The Ronettes
He, yes he did it
And he, oh oh he said it
But he, he'll regret it
People let me tell you
I don't understand his alibi
I don't understand his reasons why
I don't understand him right or wrong
But he, oh he did it and he's gone
Oh how he fooled me
When he used me
And then he, he accused me
Let me tell you oh
I don't understand his alibi
I don't understand his reasons why
I don't understand him right or wrong
But he, oh he did it and he's gone
He, oh he shamed me
He, when he blamed me
But I, I'm not guilty
Let me tell you now
I don't understand his alibi
I don't understand his reasons why
I don't understand him right or wrong
But he, oh he did it and he's gone
He, he did it
He's gone
He did it now he's gone
Zaterdag 26 september 1992
Il Faut Du Temps (Je Me Battrai Pour Ça)
Il Faut Du Temps (Je Me Battrai Pour Ça)
Composer(s): Patrick Bruel - Marie-Florence Gros - Rick Allison
First performance by: Sandrine François - 2002
Il faut du temps pour apprendre à sourire
Pour apprendre à grandir au milieu d'un combat
Il faut du temps pour pendre haut et court
Les idéaux trop courts, mais on n'en est pas là
Je me suis battue pour ça, j'ai serré dans ma voix
Tous ces mots qui font peur quand on n'les entend pas
Je me suis battue pour ça, j'ai serré dans mes bras
Toutes ces femmes qui pleurent et que l'on ne voit pas
Il faut du temps, on nous dit ça, on dit
On parle et on écrit, et la guerre se vend
Il faut du temps, non, il faut vouloir fort
Monsieur Gandhi est mort, est-il mort pour longtemps?
Je me battrais pour ça, ici et maintenant
Moi, je n'ai plus le temps, j'ai qu'une vie devant moi
Je me battrai pour ça, je me battrai comment
La paix n'est qu'une enfant qui ne marche pas droit
Je n'suis qu'un p'tit soldat sans arme que ma voix
Mais je crierai pour toi, ma colombe pour toi
Je n'suis qu'un p'tit soldat, maintenant et là-bas
Mais des milliers de voix le crieront avec moi
Je me battrai pour ça, ici et maintenant
J'entends monter le vent, mais qui se lèvera?
Je me battrai pour ça, je me battrai comment
On dit qu'il faut du temps, mais des milliers de voix
Le crieront avec moi
Zaterdag 26 september 1992
Hello Susie
Hello Susie
Composer(s): Roy Wood; Art Wood
Performer(s): Amen Corner; The Move
Ev'rybody sat here
Waiting for the train to come
Just laid down
A bright-red carpet for her to step on
Looking through the band
I see her waving her hands at me
Her looks were tanned
And quite amazing as she ran to me
Frantic'lly she knocked me over
Causing such a scene
Shook the crowd enough
To sway the interest from the Queen
Her black transistor socked out 1 o' clock radio
Completely drowned the band
And loud enough to stop the show
Hello Susie tell me the news about yourself
Hello Susie tell me that you've enjoyed yourself
Yes sir, rock and roll the day away
Come on ev'rybody
They all seem too keen to make a scene
Come on ev'rybody
Gotta kick the dust away
Zaterdag 26 september 1992
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
Composer(s): Bob Russell; Bobby Scott
Performer(s): The Hollies
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with gladness
And love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
Vrijdag 25 september 1992
Spin, Spin, Spin
Spin, Spin, Spin
Composer(s): Jim Croce - Ingrid Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
The harlequin dances in a costume of green
Spin around
But under his makeup his age can't be seen
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
You look out on the city from your penthouse so high
Spin around
But your pedestal's your prison and so is your high
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Your pills are you conscience
They make ev'rything seem all right
Spin around
Take a white one go to sleep
Take a red one to stay up all night
To spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Spin, spin, spin
Spin away, spin away
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Vrijdag 25 september 1992
Hello Summertime
Hello Summertime
Composer(s): William Backer; Roger Cook;
Raquel Davis; Roger Greenaway
Performer(s): Bobby Goldsboro
Birds and bees and all the flowers and trees, fishes on the line
Girls and guys and yellow butterflies singing hello summertime
A homemade boat and a river to float nothing on our mind
Summer moon above two people in love singing hello summertime
Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun
It's a time for two just me and you and the summertime
Swing from a limb drop in for a swim, hey the water sure looks fine
Ain't nothing wrong just floating along singing hello summertime
Summertime grins, lots of good friends we're all feeling fine
Watch the sun go down, hear the summer sounds singing hello summertime
Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun
It's a time for two just me and you and the summertime
Vrijdag 25 september 1992
He Ain't Got Rhythm
He Ain't Got Rhythm
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Alice Faye
I know a professor of great renown
And he is the loneliest man in town
He's as smart as a man can be
But he never has company
Why is he the loneliest man in town?
He ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown
He attracted some attention when he found the fourth dimension
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he bending over his books
Hhis wife and family keep giving him dirty looks
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
When they call him up, it's to call him down
With a daring aviator he encircled the equator
But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
He ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown
With a problem scientific, he's colossal and terrific
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he bending over his books
His wife and family keep giving him dirty looks
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
When they call him up, it's to call him down
In the month of January he compiled a dictionary
But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
Donderdag 24 september 1992
Hello Stranger
Hello Stranger
Composer(s): Barbara Lewis
Performer(s): Barbara Lewis
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop)
Hello, stranger
(ooh) It seems so good to see you back again
How long has it been?
(ooh, seems like a mighty long time)
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh)
It seems like a mighty long time
Oh-uh-oh, I my, my, my, m
I'm so glad
You stopped by to say "hello" to me
Remember that's the way it used to be
Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh)
It seems like a mighty long time
Lewis sings a series of "oh-uh-oh's"on both sides of "I'm so glad you're here
again" while backups do 7 (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)'s
Oh-ahh-uh-oh
If you're not gonna stay
(ooh) Please don't treat me like you did before
Because I still love you so a-a-although
It seems like a mighty long time
Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh
It seems like a mighty long time
Lewis does " Oh-uh-oh, I my, my, my, my" and "I'm so happy that you're here
again" and backups repeat (shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)
Donderdag 24 september 1992
He
He
Composer(s): Richard Mullen; Jack Richards
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters;
and various other artists
He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea
He alone decides who writes a symphony
He lights ev'ry star that makes the darkness bright
He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night
He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer
Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say "I forgive"
He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold
He knows every lie that you and I have told
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say "I forgive"
He forgives
Woensdag 23 september 1992
Hello Petite Fille
Hello Petite Fille
English Title: Hello Little Girl
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney;
Claude Carrère; Hubert Ithier
Performer(s): Sheila;
Claudette Vandal; Jacqueline Guy
Un matin je m'en allais simplement
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Dans mon cœur on entendait le printemps
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Je rêvais lorsqu'une voix m'appela
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Voulez-vous vous promener avec moi?
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Mais moi, moi qui ne savais pas
Qui ne comprenais pas
Ce qui se passait là, oh la la
J’ai osé le regarder malgré moi
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
J’ai osé le regarder malgré moi
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Et j’ai vu un beau garçon devant moi
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Il m’a dit, je dis toujours ces mots-là
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
C’est curieux ça prend, crois-moi chaque fois
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Mais moi, moi je pensais déjà
Parle toujours, tu verras
Car bientôt tu diras, oh la la
Tu diras rien que pour moi ces mots-là
Ah, ah, hello petite fille
Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui
Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui
Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui
Hello petite fille oui, oui, oui
Hello oui, oui, oui, oui, oui, oui...
Woensdag 23 september 1992
Hazte Fama
Hazte Fama
Performer(s): Fito Paez
( ...Suena "Start me up", de los Rolling Stones..
Señora Humberta, no sabe lo que pasa!
Que pasa, señora Batata?
Pasa que el flacucho de pelo largo y sucio del septimo piso
hace un ruido insoportable y me tiene harta, harta, harta...
Ay! ese homosexual, drogodependiente, hace cinco años que me tiene repodrida
Ayer salieron 10 muchachos (eran once, eran once) y antes de ayer 20 muchachas drogadas
(y lesbianas) (dulce de leche)Escuche la musica, escuche la musica...
Dulce de leche!
Mami, mami, me compre las bombachas de la Barbie y los anteojos de Batman y el disco..
sabes de quien? mira
De quien?
De Fito Paez!
Pero Constanza, todas porquerias!
Ay mama, sos borracha, borracha, chancha pedorra
(cachetada) Queres callarte?
Ay!... Anda, la reputa que te pario, escucha el disco)
Fito tiene sida, toma anfetaminas
y no hace otra cosa que caerse borracho por ahi, por ahi
todas mis vecinas me hablan de lo mismo
y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir
Duerme con pastillas, fuma marihuana
y no hace otra cosa que volverse loco por ahi, por ahi
todos mis amigos me hablan de los mismo
y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir
Todo el mundo sabe que ya no hay mas que hacer con su vida
Todo el mundo sabe que ya no sabe mas que hacer
Cuando este mundo se agita
todos empiezan a joder
Llega de mañana, no duerme en su cama
Y tira todas las botellas por el, no ves
Le pega a su chica, mea en los mercados
Pero hizo un par de discos que siempre detesta ver
Dicen que lo vieron no hace mucho tiempo
recolectando jeringas en el parque japonés, japonés
Y de vez en cuando, caza la guitarra
y se la va rocanroleando hasta el amanecer
Todo el mundo sabe que ya no hay mas que hacer con su vida
Todo el mundo sabe que ya no sabe mas que hacer
Cuando este mundo se agita todos empiezan a joder
Fito tiene sida, toma anfetaminas
y no hace otra cosa que caerse borracho por ahi, por ahi
todas mis vecinas me hablan de lo mismo
y yo les digo hazte fama y echate a dormir
y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir
y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir
y yo les digo (yo les digo) hazte fama y echate a dormir
(uouuh yeey uohuu)
Dinsdag 22 september 1992
Hello Nadine
Hello Nadine
Composer(s): Chrysalis; Ray Dorset
Performer(s): Mungo Jerry
I remember when the days were young
Summertime had only just begun
Hello Nadine, hello Nadine, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Well we used to go out every afternoon
Swim together in the blue lagoon
Hello Nadine, hello Nadine, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Ah! now the nights are drawin' in
I'll be 'round to see you
No more days out in the sun
We got no place to go
Oh, I'll save my money and I'll buy a car
We'll go parking 'til the early hours
Hello Nadine, hello Nadine, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Ah! now the nights are drawin' in
I'll be 'round to see you
No more days out in the sun
We got no place to go
Oh, I'll save my money and I'll buy a car
We'll go parking 'til the early hours
Hello Nadine, hello Nadine, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Ah! Nadine, hello Nadine, Nadine, hello Nadine
Nadine, hello, Nadine hello, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Ah! Nadine, hello Nadine, Nadine, hello Nadine
Nadine, hello, Nadine hello, hello
Hey Nadine, hello
Ah! Nadine, hello Nadine
Dinsdag 22 september 1992
Hazme El Milagro
Hazme El Milagro
Composer(s): Leopoldo Zaragoza García
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Esto no es vida ya mi amor se me fue
es un martirio en mi soledad
Siento que la vida se me está acabando
me estoy muriendo poco a poco de dolor
Diosito santo no me dejes morir
hazme el milagro que te voy a pedir
Dame licencia de volver a mirarla
de estrecharla en mis brazos
de besar su frente por última vez
Diosito santo no me dejes morir
hazme el milagro que te voy a pedir
Dame licencia de volver a mirarla
de estrecharla en mis brazos
de besar su frente por última vez
Maandag 21 september 1992
Sister
Sister
Composer(s): Marc Paelinck - Dirk Paelinck
First performance by: Sergio & the Ladies - 2002
(Sister, sister, sister, sister)
Once upon a time, I was looking for a girl like you
Like a thunder in the night, felt a fire burning so brand new
She was scared and so much younger
And she never learnt of what to do
That's why I'm telling you
Sister – come and move your body
Sister – so come on and make my day
'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way
That's what I wanna say
Oh yeah, that's what I wanna say, honey
Come on
When a boy becomes a man, guess you better know the chance you take
Don't you play your game so fast 'cause a broken heart's the price to pay
So let me try and make it better
'Cause there's so much more that we can do
That's why I'm telling you
Sister – come and move your body
Sister – so come on and make my day
'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way
Oh baby
Sister – get it right the first time
Sister – don't you wait another day
'Cause I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way
That's what I wanna say
(Sister) Let's make it better
(Make my day) I just can't wait
(Sister) It's now or never
(Make my day) Don't you walk away
(Sister) Let's stick together
(Make my day) Night and day
Baby, won't you show me the way?
(Sister) Oh yeah
(Come and move your body) Oh...
(Sister) So come on and make my day
'Cause you're in love, and I can make you feel this way
(Hey, hey) Come on, everybody
Sister – get it right the first time
Sister – don't you wait another day
I'm in love, and I can make you feel this way
Oh baby, sister
Maandag 21 september 1992
Hello My Baby
Hello My Baby
Composer(s): Ida Emerson; Joseph E. Howard; Louis Singer
Performer(s): Phish; Benay Venuta
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you'll lose me
Then you'll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you'll lose me
Then you'll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own
Maandag 21 september 1992
Hazme El Amor
Hazme El Amor
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo; C. Mole
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo;
and various other artists
Ves en mis ojos, una extraña expresión
un vacío infinito, y un profundo temor
Entre dos lunas, veo mi mente girar
una luna es la vida, otra luna la paz
Ilusiones, nada más
mariposas de cristal
que me llevan lejos de ti
... Pero, Hazme el amor, acaríciame
ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver
Pacto de sangre, teorema de amor
poesía en tu vientre, siempre fuimos los dos
Ilusiones, nada más
mariposas de cristal
que me llevan lejos de ti
... Pero, Hazme el amor, aprisióname
despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez
Hazme el amor, acaríciame
ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver
Hazme el amor, aprisióname
despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez
Hazme el amor, acaríciame
ayuda a un corazón, a un pobre corazón... A volver
Hazme el amor, aprisióname
despierta mi emoción, libera tu pasión... Otra vez
Zondag 20 september 1992
Spill The Wine
Spill The Wine
Composer(s): Thomas Allen - Howard Scott - Harold Brown - Morris Dewayne Dickerson
Lee Oskar Levitin - Charles Miller - Leroy L. Jordan
First release by: Eric Burdon & War - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
I was once out strolling, one very hot summer's day
when I thought I'd lay myself down to rest (Excuse me) in a big field with tall grass
I laid there in the sun, felt it caress my face as I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie (Places, everyone), and that I was the star (Three minutes, Mr. Polo)
This really blew my mind
the fact that me, an overfed, long-haired, weeping gnome should be the star of a Hollywood movie
There I was
I was taken to a place, the Hall of the Mountain King
I stood high upon a mountaintop, naked with the world in front of every kind of girl
There were strong ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones, black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear, something crazy
She said
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine
Spill the wine, dig that girl
I could feel the hot flame of fire roaring in my back as she disappeared
But soon, she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine; in the other, a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass, and raised it to her lips
and just before she drank, she said
Take the wine, take that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Zondag 20 september 1992
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter From Camp)
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter From Camp)
Composer(s): Allan Sherman
Performer(s): Allan Sherman
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh
Here I am at Camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses
Now I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party
Take me home, oh muddah fadduh, take me home, I hate Grenada
Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear
Take me home, I promise I will not make noise or mess the house with
other boys, oh please don't make me stay, I've been here one whole day
Dearest fadduh, darling muddah
How's my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if ya miss me
I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
Wait a minute, it stopped hailing
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's better
Muddah Fadduh please disregard this letter
Zondag 20 september 1992
Hay Un Lugar
