Donderdag 11 september 1980
King Midas In Reverse
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King Midas In Reverse
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Woensdag 10 september 1980
Two Little Orphans
Two Little Orphans
(aka Two Little Children)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Roy Acuff
and multiple other artists
Two little children, a girl and a boy
Stood by an old church door
The little girls feet were as brown as the curls
That hung upon the dress that she wore
The little boy's coat was all tattered and torn
And tears hung in his blue eyes
Why Don't you go home to your mother I said
And this was the maiden's reply
Mama's in Heaven, Angels took her away
She is gone to that land fair and bright
She said she would come for her darlings some day
Perhaps she will come tonight
We can't earn our bread, we're too little, she said
Jim's five and I'm only seven
We can't earn our living since Papa is dead
And our darling Mama's in heaven
Papa got drowned on the sea long ago
We waited all night by the shore
For he was a lifesaving captain you know
And he never came back anymore
Perhaps, there's no room up in Heaven, she said
For two little darlings to keep
She then placed her hand under Jims little head
She kissed him, and both fell asleep
The sexton came early to ring the church bell
And found them beneath the snow white
The angels made room for two orphans to dwell
In heaven with Mama that night
Woensdag 10 september 1980
Ich Kann Nicht Vergessen
Ich Kann Nicht Vergessen
English & French Titles: I Never Will Marry - 1933/1939; Jamais Je Ne Me Marierai
Composer(s): W. Brandin
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Er ging von mir im Morgengrau'n
Zerbrach was uns zwei verband
Und mein Weg wird nun sehr einsam sein
Ich geb keinem mehr die Hand
Ich kann nicht vergessen
Denn er fehlt mir so sehr
Und wo gibt es einen
Der so ist wie er
Sein Zug fuhr fort nach Irgendwo
Ich weiß nicht einmal sein Ziel
Es gibt wohl keine Wiederkehr
Weil soviel in Scherben hier
Ich kann nicht vergessen
Denn er fehlt mir so sehr
Und wo gibt es einen
Der so ist wie er
Kein Tag sieht wie der andre aus
Und das wird auch bei mir so sein
Manch Mädchen schenkt sein Herz auf Zeit
Aber ich bleibe wohl allein
Ich kann nicht vergessen
Denn er fehlt mir so sehr
Und wo gibt es einen
Der so ist wie er
Ich kann nicht vergessen
Denn er fehlt mir so sehr
Und wo gibt es einen
Der so ist wie er
Woensdag 10 september 1980
King Of Pain
King Of Pain
Composer(s): Sting
Performer(s): The Police;
and various other artists
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
Tha's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my sould up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
That's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
Ther's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox thorn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I'll always be king of pain
Dinsdag 9 september 1980
Two Little Girls In Blue (The Fairbanks Twins)
Two Little Girls In Blue
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - Vincent Youmans
Performer(s): Madeline & Marion Fairbanks
(Dolly)
It seems as if this trip
Would take forever and a day
But where there is a will
You know, there has to be a way
(Polly)
I know a million reasons now
Why we should turn and run
But really, I'm so frightened
That I can't remember one
(Both)
With an Irish cook and a wild-man crew
And a mate who is Portuguese and six feet two
Ooh! Ooh! I wonder what they'd do
If they ever knew - if they ever knew -
We were two little girls in blue
Not one
But two little girls in blue
(Polly)
With you along, I know
I won't be very terrified
But dear, you know a trunk's
An awful place in which to hide
(Dolly)
Now be a Pollyana, Polly
And I'm sure you'll find
The trunk as comfy as the two
By four we left behind
(Both)
We can fool the cook and the wild-man crew
For we fooled our mother and our father too
Ooh! ooh! When we made our debut
And the old stork flew - and before they knew -
There were two litttle girls in blue
Not one
But two little girls in blue
Dinsdag 9 september 1980
Ich Halte Dich Schon Warm
Ich Halte Dich Schon Warm
English, French, & Italian Titles: I Will Warm Your Heart; Je Te Réchaufferai; Io Ti Riscalderò
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Der Herbst packt seine Koffer jetzt, Helene
Der Winter hat sein buntes Kleid zerfetzt
Was du tätst? Schau nicht so entsetzt, Helene
ich halte dich schon warm
ich halte dich schon warm
Geh'n wir zum Träumen an die Seine, Helene
ein letztes grünes Fleckchen finden wir
wenn's doch zu kühl wird rück zu mir, Helene
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich halte dich schon warm
Dazu lege ich sofort für alle Fälle
gleich meinen Arm um dich
und frierst du auch dann
zieh ich dir auf der Stelle
noch meine Jacke an
Wenn dann vielleicht der Wind sich dreht, Helene
Und nun aus Norden noch viel kälter weht
Dräng dich an mich so nah es geht, Helene
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich halte dich schon warm
Zwingt die Kälte uns dann doch zu fliehen
Ich bring dich und mein Glück in Sicherheit
Mein kleines Zimmer ist nicht weit, Helene
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich schliess die Fenster und die Jalousien
Ich sperr die Tür von innen zweimal zu
Und mach ein Feuer an im Nu, Helene
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich werd mit dem Holz für dich bestimmt nicht geizen
Ist keins mehr da was soll's?
Dann werd ich komplett die Möbel noch verheizen
Nur eines nicht, das Bett
Frierst du dann trotz allem doch, Helene
Noch fester leg ich nur um dich den Arm
Und lieb dich zehnmal heisser noch, Helene
Ich halte dich schon warm
Ich halte dich schon warm
Dinsdag 9 september 1980
King Of The Hill
King Of The Hill
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn; Tom Petty
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
L.A.'s asleep
You roll up your window
The night air is cold
The freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag
Are your prized possessions
The jewels of your mind
To hold back the fear
And when Monday comes around
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill
The driveway is long
Your princess is lovely
Your servants all wait
For your knock on the door
How many years
Will you crawl through the castle
So satisfied
And still wanting more
And when Monday comes around
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill
The guests have arrived
With all the right faces
But you miss the ball
In that room down the hall
It's sunrise again
The driveway is empty
The crystal is cracked
There's blood on the wall
And when Monday comes around
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill
Maandag 8 september 1980
Two Little Girls In Blue (Charles Graham)
Two Little Girls In Blue
Composer(s): Charles Graham
An old man gazed on a photograph
In a locket he'd worn for years
His nephew then asked him the reason why
That picture had caused him tears
"Come listen," he said, "I will tell you, lad
A story that's strange, but true!
Your father and I, at the school one day
Met two little girls in blue
That picture is one of those girls," he said
And to me she was once a wife
I thought her unfaithful, we quarrelled lad
And parted that night for life
My fancy of jealousy wronged a heart
A heart that was good and true
For two better girls never lived than they
Those two little girls in blue"
Two little girls in blue, lad
Two little girls in blue
They were sisters, we were brothers
And learned to love the two
And one little girl in blue, lad
Who won your father's heart
Became your mother
I married the other
And now we have drifted apart
Maandag 8 september 1980
Ich Glaub An Dich
Ich Glaub An Dich
Adapted from: I Believe In You - 1980
French Title: Je Crois En Nous - 1984
Composer(s): Roger Cook; Sam Hogin; M. Künze
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Ich glaube nicht an Superstars
An Rendezvous in Kellerbars
Ich glaube nicht an Glanz und Ruhm
An Hollywood und Heldentum
Ich glaub nicht, dass man älter wird
Solang das Herz nicht kälter wird
Dass besser ist, wer mehr kassiert
Und dass das Geld die Welt regiert
Ich glaub an Zärtlichkeit
Und ich glaub an Liebe
Und vor allem glaube ich
An nichts so wie an dich
Ich glaub nicht, dass Gott die nur liebt
Die er oft in der Kirche sieht
Ich glaub nicht an Gerechtigkeit
Die nur bestraft und nie verzeiht
An Klugheit, die sich selbst gefällt
Und sich für was Bess'res hält
Ich glaub an kein Moralgesetz
Dass die, die anders sind, verletzt
Ich glaub an Ehrlichkeit
Und ich glaub an Freundschaft
Und vor allem glaube ich
An nichts so wie an dich
Wohin die Reise morgen geht
Wie lange sich die Welt noch dreht
Dass weiß niemand
Doch ich
Glaub ganz fest an dich
Ich glaube nicht an Sicherheit
An Pillen gegen Traurigkeit
An Kunst, die niemand mehr versteht
An Fortschritt, der nur rückwärts geht
Ich glaub nicht an den Unterschied
Von Schwarz und Weiß und Nord und Süd
Ich glaub's nicht, wenn man mir erzählt
Dass nichts mehr gut ist auf der Welt
Ich glaub an Selbstvertrau'n
Und ich glaub an Morgen
Und vor allem glaube ich
An nichts so wie an dich
Ich glaub an Zärtlichkeit
Und ich glaub an Liebe
Und vor allem glaube ich
An nichts so wie an dich
Maandag 8 september 1980
King Of The Road
King Of The Road
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Roger Miller;
and various other artists
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found,
Short but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no-one's around
I sing...
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Zondag 7 september 1980
Two Little Girls From Little Rock
Two Little Girls From Little Rock
Composer(s): Jule Styne - Leo Robin
Performer(s): Marilyn Monroe & Jane Russell
We're just two little girls from Little Rock
We lived on the wrong side of the tracks
But the gentlemen friends who used to call
they never did seem to mind at all
They came to the wrong side of the tracks
Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock
so I up and left the pieces there
Like a little lost lamb I roamed about
I came to New York and I found out
that men are the same way everywhere
I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined
and I worked at it all around the clock
Now one of these days in my fancy clothes
I'm a going back home and punch the nose
of the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart)
The one who broke my heart in Little Rock, Little Rock, Little Rock... Little Rock
I'm just a little girl from Little Rock
a horse used to be my closest pal
Though I never did learn to read or write
I learned about love in the pale moonlight
and now I'm an educated gal
I learned an awful lot in Little Rock
and here's some advice I'd like to share
find a gentleman who is shy or bold
or short or tall, or young or old...
as long as the guy's a millionaire!
For a kid from the small street I did very well on Wall Street
though I never owned a share of stock
And now that I'm known in the biggest banks
I'm going back home and give my thanks
to the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart)
The one who broke my heart in Little Rock!
Zondag 7 september 1980
Ich Fühl Wie Du
Ich Fühl Wie Du
Performer(s): Peter Maffay
(Er)
Ich fühl wie du
Ja es ist soweit
Für immer du
in alle Ewigkeit
Ich fühl wie du
und will dich fühlen
ich hör dir zu
Auch ohne Worte
kann ich dich versteh'n
Du wirst seh'n
denn bist du da
geht die Sonne auf
und ich geh wie auf Wolken
Oh - und werd es immer tun
Ich fühl wie du
ein Abenteuer
In mir brennt
ein neues Feuer
Ich gebe zu
Zärtlichkeit war
vor dir nur ein Wort
nicht mehr
ich mag dich sehr
und bist du nicht da
hört mein Herz auf zu schlagen
und wird es nie mehr tun
(Sie)
Ich fühl wie du
du bist mein Leben
Für immer du
es wird niemals anders sein
Ich hör dir zu
Auch ohne Worte
kann ich dich versteh'n
du wirst seh'n
(Beide)
Bricht der Himmel zusammen
Geht ein Sturm durch mein Blut
Steht die Erde in Flammen
Und wird es immer tun!
Zondag 7 september 1980
King Of The Surf Guitar
King Of The Surf Guitar
Composer(s): Alonzo Willis
Performer(s): Dick Dale & The Del-Tones; The Stompers
Chorus:
Listen to the king of the surf guitar
Listen to the king of the surf guitar
Listen, listen to the king
Oh how he can pluck a string
Oh how he makes you sing
Listen, listen to the king
From Balboa to Anaheim
San Bernardino to Riverside
All the kids in all L.A.
Love to hear Dick Dale play
(instrumental)
From Balboa to Anaheim
San Bernardino to Riverside
All the kids in all L.A.
Love to hear Dick Dale play
(chorus)
(repeat & fade):
Come on & listen
Zaterdag 6 september 1980
When We Were Two Little Boys
When We Were Two Little Boys
Composer(s): Edward Madden - Theodore Morse
First release: Billy Murray - 1903
Covered by multiple other artists
Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summers day
Warriors both of cause
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horses head
Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
As his young playmate said
Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here, Jack and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we'll both be soliders
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember when we were
Two little boys
Long years past, war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannon roared loud and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dieing lie, up goes a shout
A horse dashes out, out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay, then came a voice he know
Did you think I would leave you dieing
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here, Joe we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Joe I'm all a tremble, perhaps it's the battles noise
But I thinks it's that I remember when we were two little boys
Do you think I would leave you dieing
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here, Joe we'll soon be flying
Back to the ranks so blue
Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble, perhaps it's the battles noise
But I think it's that I remember when we were two little boys
Zaterdag 6 september 1980
I Wouldn't Treat My Dog (Like You Treat Me)
I Wouldn't Treat My Dog (Like You Treat Me)
Composer(s): Cy Coben
Performer(s): Skeeter Davis
I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me, babe
I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me
If I made my dog cry like you made me cry yesterday
The neighbors all would go and call the ASPCA
I wouldn't hurt my dog like you hurt me, babe
I wouldn't say those mean old things to him
If I pushed my little hound the way you push me around
A fightin' bitin' mean ol' pooch he'd be, babe
But I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me
I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me, babe
At least I'd take him out once in a while
I wouldn't pet another dog if he was standing there
I'd hug him and I'd kiss him and I'd let him know I care
I'd give him love and kindness all the time, babe
And he pays me back with loyalty
Though he's just a D-o-g, he's got feelings too, you see
And I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me, babe
No, I wouldn't treat my dog like you treat me
Zaterdag 6 september 1980
King Of The Whole Wide World
King Of The Whole Wide World
From "Kid Galahad"
Composer(s): Ruth Batchelor; Bob Roberts
Performer(s): Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires
A poor man wants the oyster
The rich man wants the pearl
But the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
Come on and sing (Come on and sing)
Sing brother sing (Come on and sing), oh-ho-ho
'Cause the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
The rich man wants the princess
The poor man just wants a girl
But the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
Come on and sing (Come on and sing)
Sing brother sing (Come on and sing), oh-ho-ho
'Cause the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
(Instrumental Break)
A poor man wants to be a rich man
The rich man wants to be a king
But the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
Come on and sing (Come on and sing)
Sing brother sing (Come on and sing), a-ha-ha
'Cause the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
Come on and sing (Come on and sing)
Sing brother sing (Come on and sing), a-ha-ha
'Cause the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
Of the whole wide world
Of the whole wide world
Vrijdag 5 september 1980
Two Little Babes In The Wood
Two Little Babes In The Wood
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Julia Silvers & George Hale; Irene Bordoni; Cole Porter
Listen, my children, and don't say a word...
Now you'll grant me that Denmark has ne'er had a grander son
Than her great author, old Hans Christian Andersen
All of you know him, so just to be good to you
I'll tell his tale of the Babes in the Wood to you
There's a tale of two little orphans
Who were left in their Uncle's care
To be reared and ruled and properly schooled
Till they grew to be ladies fair
But, oh, the luckless pair
For the Uncle, he was a cruel trustee
And he longed to possess their gold
So he led them hence to a forest dense
Where he left them to die of cold
That, at least, is what we're told
They were two little babes in the wood
Two little babes, oh so good
Two little hearts, two little heads
Longed to be home in their two little beds
So, two little birds built a nest
Where the two little babes went to rest
While the breeze, hovering nigh
Sang a last lullaby
To the two little babes in the wood
Listen, my children, and don't say a word...
Now in spite of all efforts to strengthen and quicken it
Andersens's tale never had any kick in it
So his descendant, John Murray, in fantasy
Add a scene for the tired businessman to see
They were lying there in the freezing air
When fortunately there appeared
A rich old man in a big sedan
And a very, very fancy beard
He saw those girls and cheered
Then he drove them down to New York Town
Where he covered them with useful things
Such as bonds and stocks, and Paris frocks
And Oriental pearls in strings
And a showcase full of rings
Now those two little babes in the wood
Are the talk of the whole neighbourhood
For they've too many cars, too many clothes
Too many parties and too many beaus
They have found that the fountain of youth
Is a mixture of gin and vermouth
And the whole town's agreed
That the last thing in speed
Is the two little babes in the wood
Vrijdag 5 september 1980
Give 'Em My Number
Give 'Em My Number
Composer(s): Dave Loggins
Performer(s): Rick Nelson
and multiple other artists
I met you at a party, I gave you my number
You called me and we started goin' out
You'd call me every night, you moved into my life
And you called me to say you're movin' out
Now that you won't have any use for it, it'd sure be nice
If somebody walks up to you and they ask you for some advice
Tell 'em if they're lookin' like they need a love in their life, in their life
Give 'em my number
Give 'em my number, tell them I'm waitin' by the phone
Give 'em my number, tell 'em I hate to be alone
Give 'em my number, and say somethin' kind about me baby
You know I'd do the same for you
Give 'em my number, give 'em my number
I don't know a lot of people, I'm a little shy
And seldom have any place to go
I can remember how it was when we were in love
How you used to call and tell me so
Now that you won't have any use for it, it'd sure be nice
If somebody walks up to you and they ask you for a dime
Before you let 'em dial another line
Give 'em my number
Give 'em my number, tell them I'm waitin' by the phone
Give 'em my number, tell 'em I hate to be alone
Give 'em my number, and say somethin' kind about me baby
You know I'd do the same for you
Give 'em my number, give 'em my number
Any hour of the day or night, if you run into somebody
That looks like they'd be my type
Sad or blue, look anything like you
Give 'em my number
Give 'em my number, tell them I'm waitin' by the phone
Give 'em my number, tell 'em I hate to be alone
Give 'em my number, and say somethin' kind about me baby
You know I'd do the same for you
Give 'em my number, give 'em my number...
Vrijdag 5 september 1980
King Of The World
King Of The World
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan; Joe Jackson
Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
Chorus
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helping hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe
Chorus
I'm reading last year's papers
Although I don't know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
Chorus
Donderdag 4 september 1980
Two Less Lonely People In The World
