Donderdag 20 januari 2000
Wunga Bunga Boo
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Woensdag 19 januari 2000
Ami (Francis Cabrel)
Ami
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Ami cherche un autre ami perdu
Dans l'immensité des nues
Visages et corps inconnus
Rêveur cherche à retrouver son ciel
Du fond de la nuit appelle
Son étoile maternelle
Car il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds
Reviens, étoile aux plaines d'argent
Reviens chercher ton enfant
Avant qu'il ne soit géant
Avant qu'il ne se brûle à un feu
Qu'il ne se blesse à un jeu
Avant qu'il ne soit trop vieux
Car il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds
Il y a vingt ans un orage
L'a fait tomber de mon nuage
Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné
Au matin d'un lointain voyage
Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Woensdag 19 januari 2000
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Johnny Rivers
Made myself a coming county welfare line
I was feeling strung out
Hung out on the line
Saw myself a going, down to war in June
All I want
All I want is to write myself a tune
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Got myself arrested
Wound me up in jail
Richmond 'bout to blow up
Communication failed
If you see the answer, now's the time to say
All I want All I want is to get you down to pray.
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Saw the people standing thousand years in chains
Somebody said it's different now, look, it's just the same
Pharaohs spin the message, round and round the truth
They could have saved a million people
How can I tell you?
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Wrote a song for truth
Wrote A Song For Everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you
Dinsdag 18 januari 2000
Ami (Johnny Hallyday)
Ami
Composer(s): Eric Benzi
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Voir passer les nuages
Grimper au sommet
Remonter les rivières
Retenir l'été
S'inventer des mirages
Tout recommencer
Rester en arrière
Ou passer le premier
Devenir grand
Sans jamais vieillir
Boucler sa valise
Trois, quatre et partir
Dormir sous les étoiles
Et rire gratuit
Partager ses angoisses
Et ses désirs aussi
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies
L'amour infidèle
Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit
S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres
Ami
Boire aux mêmes lèvres
Des sirènes d'un jour
Et tomber par terre
À chacun son tour
Passer les frontières
Et embrasser la rue
Au hasard d'une bière
Sur un pari perdu
J'aurai les mêmes rides
Sur le même côté
Du côté de tes rires
Du côté où tu es
Et si la grande noire
Viens pour t'emmener
Au-delà des ombres
Tu m'entendras crier
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies
L'amour infidèle
Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit
S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres
Ami, ami
Tourne, tourne, tourne la vie
Je serai le même
Longue, longue et longue est la nuit
Mais je te serai toujours fidèle
Ami, ami, ami
Dinsdag 18 januari 2000
Wrong Number
Wrong Number
Performer(s): The Cure
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday
I give you a call
You know I’m getting kind of worried
She doesn't seem herself at all
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I’ve never seen her like this before
I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while
You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life for one more?
Burn red, red and gold
The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold
The deep dark colors of the devil at home
She pulls me down just as I’m trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird
It's the only way for her to get the worm
I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“Hello? Are you still there?”
And much too late . . .
“Sorry . . . wrong number”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number”
"Yeah... sorry, wrong number"
Maandag 17 januari 2000
Americano (José Feliciano)
Americano
Composer(s): Raul Abramzon - Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): José Feliciano; Matt Monro
Con todo el sabor
que traigo desde mi tierra
le canto al amor
y es fuego el canto de mis venas
Y así andaré
por los caminos hermanos
y así cantaré
poniendo el alma en mis manos
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Con el puro sentimiento
voy cantando como el viento
a mi gente la que siento
Y así, y así, y así es él
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Y quiero llegar
a esas almas gemelas
gozar la amistad
y apaciguar nuestras penas
No importa el color
y no me importa el idioma
de un canto de amor
todos perciben su aroma
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Hoy te abrazo fiel amigo
ante Dios, mi buen testigo
y en mi canto te bendigo
Y así, y así, y así es él
Americano...Americano
Americano...Americano
Maandag 17 januari 2000
Write To Me From Naples
Write To Me From Naples
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy; Alex Alstone
Performer(s): Dean Martin; Elvis Presley
(I can hear a mandolino)
Write to me from Naples
Write me ev'ry day
I love you and Naples
More than words can say
Call me "Cara mia"
Tell me all that's new
Write to me from Naples
Keep my heart with you
(I can hear a mandolino
Softly it sighs
While I raise a glass of vino
Praising your eyes)
Since we said "Arrivederci"
My poor heart cries
For a letter from you
Write to me from Naples
I love you and Naples
Call me "Cara mia"
tell me all that's new
Write to me from Naples
Keep my heart with you
Keep my heart with you
Zondag 16 januari 2000
Americana
Americana
Composer(s): Kathy Wakefield
Performer(s): Dalida
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
L'avion se pose en silence
Comme un goéland qui vient de France
Sur la ville qui sommeille, l'ombre d'une statue ce réveille
Du ciel gris de l'Atlantique, au soleil brûlant du Pacifique
C'est une île qui vagabonde
une lie jusqu'au beau milieu du monde
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana,
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Manhattan, centième étage
Accroché son cœur dans les nuages
Quand San-Francisco s'affolent
Au rythmes des amours qui s'envolent
On se saoule de musique
Sur des mots souvent mélancolique
Las-Vegas et ses machines
Et ses filles sorties des magazines
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana,
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Et moi qui suis d'ici d'ailleurs de nul part
Je refais souvent le voyage, ce voyage
Depuis que j'ai vu l'Amérique
Ces plages au parfums d'Acapulco
Plongés d'avenues au numéros
Et ses boulevards plus long que des villes
Ces quartiers qui parle en Italien
Restaurants Chinois ou Parisien
Ou chacun retrouve un peu de son pays
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana, Americana
C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver
Americana, Americana
Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant
Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie
Americana c'est un mot qui claque dans la nuit
Zondag 16 januari 2000
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Composer(s): Steven Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away (yes it is)
Well I've been away forever
Suicide's crossin' my mind
Well I'll never, never, never, never, never
Get so far behind
I said, the ways of the night are evil
Without that Lord of Day
But I'll never, never, never, never, never
get so far away
I said write me
Write me
Write me
I said write me
Write me
Write me
Well there's nothin' I can see
That'd ever make me
Want to be without her
She's good, she good to me
Said there's no way to explain
The kind of feelin' that you get out in the way
She good, she good to me
She good, she good to me
See this emptyness inside will make me scream
Make gonna know how
She good, she good to me
I love her
Write Me A Letter
Write Me A Letter
Write it today
I'm goin' away
Well I've been away forever
Suicide's crossin' my mind
Well I'll never, never, never, never, never
get so far behind
Well I've been so many places
Hidin' from the wind and the rain
But you could write me a letter
For to save me from goin' insane
I said write me
Write me
Write me
A letter (what's inside?)
Write me
Write me
Write me baby!!
Zaterdag 15 januari 2000
American Woman
American Woman
Composer(s): Randy Bachman - Burton Cummings - Jim Kale - Garry Peterson
First release by: The Guess Who - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
American Woman, stay away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a hangin' around my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you
Now Woman, I said stay away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don't come a knockin' around my door
Don't wanna see your shadow no more
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, I said get away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, said get away
American Woman, listen what I say
Don't come a hangin' around my door
Don't wanna see your face no more
I don't need your war machines
I don't need your ghetto scenes
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go
I'm gonna leave you woman
Gonna leave you woman
Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye
You're no good for me
I'm no good for you
Gonna look you right in the eye
Tell you what I'm gonna do
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go-o, woman
I'm gonna leave you woman
Goodbye American Woman
Goodbye American chick
Zaterdag 15 januari 2000
Move On (Terry Sullivan)
Move On
Composer(s): Betty Thatcher
Performer(s): Terry Sullivan
As the night begins to fade
And time turns the page
Now I'm alive for another day
We're alive for another day
Do you wonder what could be?
Do you dream to be the wise
Can we fix the mess that we've made
And fix the mess we've made
And to stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
You turn in face to give
But first you've got to give
To move on
(never get, never get to rewind)
From the eyes of a child
From that simple smiling face
???
But nothing else has changed
And to stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
You turn in face to give
But first you got to give
To move on
(never get to rewind)
On and on and on
(never get, never get to rewind)
To move on
???
Move on
Move on
To stand the test of time
But never get to rewind
To turn in face to give
But first you got to give
To move on
On and on and on
To move on
On and on and on
On and on and on
(never get to rewind)
To move on (moving on)
On and on and on
(moving on)
To move on
On and on and on
(never get to rewind)
To Move on
On and on and on
To move on
On and on and on ...
Vrijdag 14 januari 2000
American Tune
American Tune
((Italian Version: Canzone Italiana (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Paul Simon - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home
So far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
For we lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Ah and it's all right
it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
Vrijdag 14 januari 2000
Wringle Wrangle
Wringle Wrangle
Performer(s): Fess Parker
(Whip sound) Get up there, H'ya (whip sound)
Oooh Oooh
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
Mighty fine horse
I'm in love of course
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
Spurs on my boots
And I don't give a hoot
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
With a dollar's worth of beans,
And a new pair of jeans
Got a woman to cook and wash...and things
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
If I die
I ain't-a gonna cry
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle
Yes, I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle
Wringle
Jingy jong jangle
Oooh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle,whip)
Mighty fine horse
I'm in love of course
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip) Get on there
Spurs on my boots
And I don't give a hoot
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Got a dollar's worth of beans,
And a new pair of jeans
Got a woman to cook and wash...and things
Oh wringle wrangle
Jingy jong jangle (whistle, whip)
If I die
I ain't-a gonna cry
'Cause I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Yes, I got me a pretty woman's love
Wringle wrangle
Wringle wrangle (whistle, whip)
Get up there, H'ya (whip)
Donderdag 13 januari 2000
American Pie
American Pie ((aka The Saga Begins (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1999))
Composer(s): Don McLean
First release by: Don McLean - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
Donderdag 13 januari 2000
Wrecking Ball
Wrecking Ball
Composer(s): Neil Young
Originally performed by: Neil Young
Covered by: Emmylou Harris
My life's an open book, you read it on the radio
We've got no where to hide, we got no where to go
But' if you still decide you want to take a ride
Meet me at the Wrecking ball
Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancing tonight
Meet me at the Wrecking Ball
Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dacing tonight
I see smokey eyes right across the bar
I've seen that look before shining from star to star
Though I can't take that chance
If you've got time for one dance
The restless line of cars goes stretching down the road
But I won't telephone çause you might say hello
What is it makes me feel this way
What is it makes me want to say
Woensdag 12 januari 2000
The Saga Begins
The Saga Begins
((Adapted from: American Pie (by Don McLean) - 1971))
Composer(s): Don McLean - "Weird Al" Yankovic
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1999
A long long time ago
in a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the Federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I know who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here
Just stick it in your pointy ear
I still will teach this boy"
He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gungans died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Woensdag 12 januari 2000
Wreck Of The Hesperus (Procol Harum)
Wreck Of The Hesperus
Composer(s): Matthew Fisher; Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum; John Tabacco
We'll hoist a hand
becalmed upon a troubled sea
'Make haste to your funeral
' cries the Valkyrie
We'll hoist a hand or drown
amidst this stormy sea
'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery
it calls to me
And all for nothing quite in vain
was hope forever tossed
No thoughts explained, no moments gained
all hope forever lost
One moment's space
one moment's final fall from grace
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
We'll hoist a hand
becalmed upon a troubled sea
I fear a mighty wave is threatening me
We'll hoist a hand, or drown
amidst this stormy sea
'Come follow after,' cry the humble
'You will surely see ...'
But still for nothing quite in vain
was hope forever tossed
No moments gained, no thoughts explained
all hope forever lost
One moment's space
one moment's final fall from grace
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
Dinsdag 11 januari 2000
American Music
American Music
Composer(s): Dave Alvin - Parker McGee
Performer(s): The Pointer Sisters
and multiple other artists
Well the rock still rolls
The beat goes on
After all of this time
The faces change but the song's the same
So roll over Mister Dylan for the next in line
They want American music
For drivin' with the radio
She said I know that I would be alright
If I could just make somebody my baby tonight
American music
For dancin' with the stereo
Oh do what you like
Feel what you feel
The music is right
Well it almost feels real American
From the purple peaks to the city streets
People searching for the rock and roll scene
The power of the pounding beat
The magic in the dream
They want American music
For trav'lin' with the radio
She said I know that I would be alright
If I could just make somebody my baby tonight
American music
For dancin' with the stereo
Oh do what you like
Feel what you feel
The music is right
Well it almost feels real American
Just when you think that you've heard enough
Well somebody say turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Dinsdag 11 januari 2000
Wreck Of The Hesperus (George Harrison)
Wreck Of The Hesperus
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): George Harrison
I'm not the wreck of the Hesperus
feel more like the Wall of China
getting old as Methuselah, feel tall as the Eiffel Tower
I'm not a power or attorney but I can rock as good as Gibraltar
Ain't no more no spring chicken, been plucked but I'm still kicking
But it's alright, it's alright
Poison penmen sneak, have no nerve to speak, make up lies then they leak ‘em out
Behind a pseudonym, the rottenness in them, reaching out trying to touch me
Met some Oscars and Tonys, I slipped on a pavement oyster
met a snake climbing ladders, got out of the line of fire
But it's alright, it's alright
Brainless writers gossip nonsenses to others heads dense as they is
It's the same old malady, what they see is faulty
I'm not the wreck of the Hesperus, feel more like Big Bill Broonzy
Getting old as my mother, but I tell you I got some company
But it's alright, it's alright
But it's alright, it's alright…
Maandag 10 januari 2000
American Hearts
