Vrijdag 18 mei 2001
Delaware
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Donderdag 17 mei 2001
Mit 17 Fängt Das Leben Erst An
Mit 17 Fängt Das Leben Erst An
((Adapted from: Save The Last Dance For Me (The Drifters) - 1960))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Schuman - Kurt Schwaback
Performer(s): Ivo Robic - 1961
Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Dans Nog Eenmaal Met Mij (Fouryo's)
1961 - Garde-Moi La Dernière Danse (Dalida)
1961 - Chiudi Il Ballo Con Me (Dalida)
1962 - Bare Sidste Dans Bli'r Me' Mig (Grethe Sønck)
1968 - Lascia L'ultimo Ballo Per Me (The Rokes)
1981 - Bewaar De Laatste Dans Voor Mij (Will Tura)
1982 - Oh Darling, Dans Nog Eenmaal Met Mij (Johnny Camaro)
1984 - Natten Er Min (Bamses Venner)
1987 - De Laatste Dans (Corry Konings)
2001 - Vivir Cerca De Ti (Frank Galan)
Du wirst rot, wenn ein Mann zu dir sagt
'Du bist wunderschön' und dir Rosen schenkt
Du wirst rot, wenn ein Mann zu dir sagt
dass er Tag und Nacht nur an dich noch denkt
Doch nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer
und denke stets daran
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Und dein Herz, wie es schlägt, wenn ein Mann
deine Hand ergreift und sie zärtlich hält
Und dein Herz, wie es schlägt, wenn er sagt
dass ihm nichts so gut wie dein Mund gefällt
Doch nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer
und denke stets daran
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Denn du weißt noch nicht was Liebe ist
weil dein Leben erst begann
Später sieht das alles anders aus
liebst du erst einen Mann
Wenn du weinst, weil du plötzlich erfährst
dass derselbe Mann eine and're küsst
Wenn du weinst, weil das Glück dich verließ
und dein Herz jetzt weiß, was Enttäuschung ist
Dann nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer
und denke stets daran
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Dann nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer
und denke stets daran
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Donderdag 17 mei 2001
Delaney's Donkey
Delaney's Donkey
Composer(s): Robert Hargreaves
Performer(s): Val Doonican
and multiple other artists
Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired
Tempo'rily lazy and permanently tired
A leg at ev'ry corner balancing his head
And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed
Riley slyly said "We've underrated it, why not train it?"
Then he took a rag
They rubbed it, scrubbed it
They oiled and embrocated it
Got it to the post
And when the starter dropped his flag
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it
Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up
Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it
They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down
The donkey was eyeing them
Openly defying them
Winking, blinking and twisting out of place
Riley reversing it
Ev'rybody cursing it
The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race
The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch
They couldn't budge the donkey a quarter of an inch
Delaney lay exhausted, hanging round its throat
With a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note
Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of 'em
When it saw them, it was willing then
It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of 'em
They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw
She started poking it, grabbing it and choking it
It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed "Hee Haw!"
The whigs, the conservatives
Radical superlatives
Libr'rals and tories
They hurried to the place
Stood there in unity
Helping the community
The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race
The crowd began to cheer it
Then Rafferty, the judge
He came to assist them, but still it wouldn't budge
The jockey who was riding, little John MacGee
Was so thoroughly disgusted that he went to have his tea
Hagan, Fagan was students of psychology
Swore they'd shift it with some dynamite
They bought it, brought it, then without apology
The donkey gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew
P'lice, and auxil'ary
The Garrison Artillery
The Second Enniskillen's and the Life Guards too
They seized it and harried it
They picked it up and carried it
Cheered it, steered it to the winning place
Then the Bookies drew aside
They all commited suicide
Well, the day Delaney's donkey won the halfmile race
Woensdag 16 mei 2001
Any Ice Today, Lady? (A Collegiate Razz-Berry)
Any Ice Today, Lady? (A Collegiate Razz-Berry)
Composer(s): Pat Ballard
Performer(s): Fred Waring
Ice? Any ice?
Any ice today, lady?
It's nice today, lady
How about a piece of ice today?
Oh, it's only a quarter
You know that you oughter
Hurry up before it melts away!
Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am
Not on your linoleum
No, ma'am, no, ma'am
Giddy-up, Napoleon!
Your pop is a nice man
And so's your old iceman
Oh, lady, be good to me!
Any ice today, lady?
It's nice today, lady
How about a piece of ice today?
Tell me why you don't order
Some Eskimo water
Though your credit's good, I wish you'd pay!
Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am
I'll give you a premium
No, ma'am, no, ma'am
Not enriched uranium
I feel so silly
I'll hand you a lily
Oh, lady, be good to me!
Any ice? Any ice? Ice!
Woensdag 16 mei 2001
Delaney Talks To Statues
Delaney Talks To Statues
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett - Amy Lee - Mac McAnally
Performer(s): W.O. Smith Music School Singers; Jimmy Buffett
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstands
She's growin' up too fast for me
And askin' lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I'm lookin' for suggestions
Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Dinsdag 15 mei 2001
Volle Maan
Volle Maan
((Adapted from: Maid Of Orleans (The Waltz Of Joan Of Arc) (by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) - 1982))
Composer(s): Andy McCluskey
Performer(s): Leopold 3 - 1992
Een volle maan verlicht mijn start
maar ik ben alleen in mijn hart
ik slenter door een lege straal
maar niemand die mij verwacht
kon ik maar vertellen wat mijn hart vraagt rond dit uur
ik schreeuw het uit net als een kind
maar blijf zoeken naar die vriend
Het ochtendlicht verzacht de pijn
wil dan niemand bij je zijn
kon ik maar vertellen wat mijn hart vraagt rond dit uur
ik schreeuw het uit net als een kind
maar blijf zoeken naar die vriend
Dinsdag 15 mei 2001
Delaney
Delaney
Composer(s): Colleen Peterson
Performer(s): Colleen Peterson
Runnin' cross the western plains he used to love so dear
Freedom seemed so far away, as he runs all is not clear
The only sound is a shot he fired at his captain on his heels
His chest aches both with fire and fright as midnight sun draws near
Stoppin' only to look behind his footprints in the snow
Wonderin' should he go back now to clear his name, but no
An accidental delivery, an Indian, he should know
Doesn't get no second chance, no questions asked
He keeps runnin', oh
Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Oh Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss
Scared and tired, but he could not stop
His feet kept movin' on
The weary eyes and the alibis of how that gun went off
Accidental delivery, they'd never listen now
And the only way to clear his name is taken from him, oh
Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss
(You'd better watch out Delaney, yeah)
Sixteen years he lived so free on the prairies that he loved
Now the word was out on him as they searched all about
Yes, I fed the boy, afraid to stop with the army on his tail
He had no chance to clear his name
Now his home's the county jail
Oh Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Oh Delaney, you better find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss
Now he's on the run from the army boss
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Maandag 14 mei 2001
Maid Of Orleans (The Waltz Of Joan Of Arc)
Maid Of Orleans (The Waltz Of Joan Of Arc)
((Dutch Version: Volle Maan (by Leopold 3) - 1992))
Composer(s): Andy McCluskey
First release by: Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - 1982
If Joan of Arc
Had a heart
Would she give it as a gift
To such as me
Who longs to see
how an angel ought to be
Her dreams to give
Her heart away
Like an orphan along the way
She cared so much
She offered up
Her body to the grave
Maandag 14 mei 2001
Del Sueño A La Poesía
Del Sueño A La Poesía
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Un mundo de contrahechos
se esparce en la cartulina
bordado con punta fina
como los pelos del pecho
País en que los deshechos
son amados todavía
es la comarca sombría
donde la luz se perdona
porque allí van las personas
del sueño a la poesía
En un sofá diminuto
posa minúscula gente
Unos sonríen al lente
otros cuentan los minutos
Bichejos de rostro enjuto
se asoman a celosías
y carroñeras arpías
prestan garras al retablo
mientras hace redonda el diablo
del sueño a la poesía
Un pavorreal se pasea
por un desván en penumbras
y a su paso, que deslumbra
la oscuridad se voltea
¿Qué transformó pluma en tea
de apariciones umbrías?
¿Qué pasión, qué melodía
tocó el corazón humano
para conducir la mano
del sueño a la poesía?
Zondag 13 mei 2001
Any Guy
Any Guy
Performer(s): Melanie Safka
I was bored
I would not compromise
Wanted more
So I looked in your eyes
But it could have been any guy's
It could have been any guy's eyes
But your eyes were there
And they started to stare
But don't think that I care - No
Now you got
The feeling you're great
Cause we shared
A few looks
And I made one mistake
But it could have been any one
I was looking for that kind of fun
And you were right there
In love, all is fair
But don't think that I care
Now you got
A new friend I know
So I'm packing my things
And I'm going to go
Please don't make a scene
Don't cry
You can't stop me if you try
I love being free
It's the best way to be
Is she as pretty as me, huh??
Is she as pretty as me, huh??
Is she as pretty as me, huh??
Is she as pretty as me, huh-huh?
Is she as pretty as me, huh
Zondag 13 mei 2001
Del Mismo Barro
Del Mismo Barro
Composer(s): León Gieco - Eduardo Rogatti
Performer(s): León Gieco
Cuando tenía sólo dieciocho
llegaba a Buenos Aires
era marzo de neblinas
del tren bajé temblando
parecíamos todos del mismo barro
Los almendros saludaban
al último gran verano
lamentaban no hacer más sombra
a unos gatos naufragando
parecíamos esperanzas caminando
Dónde quedó, esa canción
quizás adentro del corazón
Todavía quedaba algo
del libro de primer grado
se saludaban los pelos largos
cuando en las calles se cruzaban
parecíamos todos del mismo barro
Lucy traía unos diamantes
de un mundo inesperado
Francia en colores del día domingo
marcha de los estudiantes
parecíamos esperanzas caminando
Dónde quedó esa canción
quizás adentro del corazón
Nunca creímos todo lo que nos pasó
Zaterdag 12 mei 2001
Any Girl In Love (Knows What I'm Going Through)
Any Girl In Love (Knows What I'm Going Through)
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
I've got an aching heart
Makes me cry sometimes
I've got an aching heart
Makes me cry sometimes
For every aching heart
Some tears must fall
'Cause when you lose the one you love
You lose your all and all
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
The way I miss your loving
Makes me cry sometimes
The way I miss your loving
Makes me cry sometimes
I gave you my love
In you I had no doubts
But as soon as love walked in
You walked right out
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
The way you hesitate to kiss me
Makes me cry sometimes
The way you never seem to miss me
Makes me cry sometimes
But I never bother
To wipe the tears from my face
'Cause I know another tear
Will fall in it's place
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
Any girl in love, ooh!
Yeah, knows what I'm going through
Zaterdag 12 mei 2001
Del Mio Amare Te
Del Mio Amare Te
((English, French, & Spanish Versions:
After Loving You (Charles Aznavour); De T'avoir Aimée (Charles Aznavour); De Quererte Así (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Georges Calabrese - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Del mio amare te senza limiti
Più servendoti che affrontandoti
Non dormire più non pensare più
Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te
Del mio amare te corpo ed anima
E negare che gli altri esistono
Pur di credere solamente a te
Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te
Resta il mio parlare vuoto e inutile
Le mie dita che non ti stringono
La paura che da domani in poi
Pur morendone ricomincerò
Ad amare te
Del mio amare te tormentandomni
Seguendo idee, impazzendone
E fino a morire d'andarmene
Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te
Se non tutt'al più
La certezza che l'hai distrutto tu
Vrijdag 11 mei 2001
Strange (Patsy Cline)
Strange
Composer(s): Mel Tillis - Fred Burch
First release by: Patsy Cline - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Strange, how you stopped loving me
How you stopped needing me
When she came along
Oh, how strange
Strange, you changed like night and day
Just up and walked away
When she came along
Oh, how strange
Well, I guess that I was just your puppet
You held on a string
To think I thought you really loved me
But look what thoughts can bring
Strange, you're still in all my dreams
Oh what a funny thing
I still care for you
Oh, how strange
Well, I guess that I was just your puppet
You held on a string
To think I thought you really loved me
But look what thoughts can bring
Strange, you're still in all my dreams
Oh what a funny thing
I still care for you
Oh, how strange
Vrijdag 11 mei 2001
Del Amor Ausente
Del Amor Ausente
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
(zamba)
Ya te vas...
ya me voy...
quedará en la tarde temblando mi voz
Sobre mi guitarra, dolida la pena
como yerbabuena vuelve a florecer
Tu calor...
virginal...
perfumó de verde mi viejo nogal
Me tiemblan las manos podando tu viña...
Mi niña!.. .Mi niña!... ¡Qué pronto te vas!
Llorará...
tu partir...
la nostalgia herida de mi guitarrear
cuando en la alta noche llamando tu boca
me muerda la loca ansiedad de ti
Ya te vas...
ya me voy...
Dónde andaban antes tus ojos, mi amor!
Galopé los mares buscando tu río
Tengo mucho frío!... Dame tu calor!
Andarás...
andarás andando
y mi amor quedará tan solo
Pero el río que todo lo sabe
quemará mis naves en tu corazon
Donderdag 10 mei 2001
Any Foolish Thing
Any Foolish Thing
Composer(s): Michael McDonald - Chuck Sabatino
Performer(s): Michael McDonald
I'm not used to saying things like that
'cause all my best intentions fall so flat
But when it comes down to it
My love for you knows no limit, darling
I'll say, I'll do
Any foolish thing to call on your affection
Any foolish thing to show how much I care
Any foolish thing that we say might come about
(any foolish thing that we say might just come true)
Don't take it lightly, girl
'cause it could just work out
(I'd bet it all on you)
That this love won't be any foolish thing
I know you don't believe in every line you hear
Forgive me if I'm sounding too sincere
But I can't take chances you might slip away
While I wait for the right time
And place to say
Any foolish thing to call on your affection
Any foolish thing to show how much I care
Any foolish thing that we say might come about
(any foolish thing that we say might just come true)
Don't take it lightly, girl
'cause it could just work out
(I'd bet it all on you)
That this love won't be any foolish thing
Could turn you away
Can lead you astray
Or shadow this love I feel
Anything I say
Might make you see
That deep in my heart
Your love is safe with me
Any foolish thing to call on your affection
Any foolish thing to show how much I care
Any foolish thing that we say might come about
(any foolish thing that we say might just come true)
Don't take it lightly, girl
'cause it could just work out
(I'd bet it all on you)
That this love won't be any foolish thing
Donderdag 10 mei 2001
Del 63
Del 63
Composer(s): Fito Paéz
Performer(s): Fito Paéz
Nací en el 63, con Kennedy a la cabeza
una melodía en la nariz
creo que hasta el aire estaba raro
mediaba marzo
El mundo me hizo crecer
entre zanahoria y carnes
el 69 me encontró viendo a ese hombre
en esa luna televisada
Y vino el colegio, y vino Vietnam
los yankees juraban amar el Napalm
Jobim me dormía en la noche
cuando todo era calma
Tocaba folclore y después rock & roll
y ahí llegó Lennon hablando de amor
¿qué pasa en la tierra que el cielo
cada vez es más chico?
El barrio está igual que ayer
voltearon la casa de al lado
La gente está igual que ayer
con un par de años encima
Después empecé a fumar
en cada rincón oscuro
ya corría el 76, no se puede andar
solo en la calle, sin un revólver
Y así tuve una mujer
en el medio de mis piernas
como la marea, un día se fue
como bicicleta andaba el mundo
apresurado
Recuerdo lugares de mi ciudad
recuerdo aquel beso en el medio del cine
recuerdo al guardián de la plaza
con su palo de escoba
Hoy mataron a un hombre de pie
en Nueva York
comienza otra década a todo motor
el viento me toca la cara
marca un cambio de rumbo
El barrio está igual que ayer voltearon la casa de al lado
la gente está igual que ayer
con un par de guerras encima
Y así empecé el 83
son casi 20 años de historia
El siglo muere y no cambia más
está agonizando en cualquier hospital
nosotros tenemos la culpa
y hay que solucionarlo
Llamemos al débil y al orador
al mozo, al poeta, al músico, al peón
Llamemos a todos los hombres
que el banquete está listo
Woensdag 9 mei 2001
Papa Tango Charlie
Papa Tango Charlie
Composer(s): Philippe Adler - Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Mort Shuman
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Vous vous dirigez plein sud
Vers le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Je vous entends très bien
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Me laisserez-vous enfin
Je n'ai plus besoin de vous
Je vole par vent debout
Je vais noyer ma solitude
Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Vous n'allez pas d'habitude
Vers le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Je vous entends déjà moins bien
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Auriez vous compris enfin
J'ai perdu celle que j'aimais
Je ne la retrouverai jamais
Je vais noyer ma solitude
Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Vous perdez de l'altitude
Sur le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Je n'entends cette fois plus rien
Ici Papa Tango Charlie
Vous m'avez laissé enfin
Mon avion est comme fou
Moi, je me moque de tout
Je vais noyer ma solitude
Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Une réponse sur latitude
Du triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Répondez nous vous cherchons
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Woensdag 9 mei 2001
Dejen Las Armas
Dejen Las Armas
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ana quiere tener un bebé
y el gobierno no la deja
Oscar quiere dejar de estudiar
y ponerse a trabajar
Ursula está sola
Juan se fue y el nene llora
todo el mundo tiene derecho a fallar
para volverlo a intentar
Por eso
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
Hey! Es inútil pelear
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
con eso no hay que jugar
Cien mil barriles de plutonio
bajo el taller de Antonio
Va a haber un escape de gas
y el gasista no va a estar
Nos mientes de ambos lados
nos espían los costados
Cuando van a censurar
la pornografía nuclear
Por eso
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
Hey! Es inútil pelear
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
con eso no hay que jugar
Tengo balas en el alma
y en carne viva tu amor
ya sabés que me haces falta
tenés que venir
vení por mí
vení por mí
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
Hey! Es inútil pelear
Hey! Solo dejen las armas
Hey! Es inútil pelear
Dinsdag 8 mei 2001
Any Day Now (My Wild Beautiful Bird)
