Vrijdag 3 juni 2005
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Donderdag 2 juni 2005
Land Of 1000 Dances
Land Of 1000 Dances
Composer(s): Chris Kenner
First release by: Chris Kenner - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
1-2-3
1-2-3
Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!
Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Mash potato, do the alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Hey! Uh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
I need somebody to help me say it one time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Wo--ow!
Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all
Uh! Huh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Come on y'all, let's say it one more time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Ooow!
Playing, it is a habit
With long tall Sally
Twistin' with Lucy
Doin' the Watusi
Roll over on your back
I like it like that
Do that Jerk-uh
Watch me work y'all
Ow! Do it!
Wow! Do it!
Just watch me do it
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me ...
Donderdag 2 juni 2005
Bear Cat
Bear Cat
Performer(s): Rufus Thomas
You know what you said about me, don't you woman...
Well, you ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
You said you was a long-hair
But I can see through that
You said you was a long-hair
But I can see through that
And mama I know
You're just an old bear cat
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
Ain't nothin' but a bear cat
You been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Whoa, rub you!
Whoa, git with it now
Git it, git it, git it, git it!
Oh, listen to that old cat
Meooowwww... scat!
Oh, tip it miss kitty
Tip it honey, tip it!
Hey!
I'm tellin' you honey...
You made me feel so mean
Made me moan and groan
You made me feel so mean
You made me moan and groan
You ain't wantin' no man
You're just lookin' for an old soup bone
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You're just an old bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Meow, meow
Meoooww, meoooowwwww!
Woensdag 1 juni 2005
The Lancashire Lads
The Lancashire Lads
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Old Blind Dogs
Oh it was last Monday morning, as I have heard them say
Our orders came from Manchester, we were to march away
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said a mother to her daughter, What makes you talk so strange
To want to be a soldier's wife, the wide world to range
For soldiers they are rambling boys and get but little pay
And how could they maintain a wife on fourteen pence a day?
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said the mother to the daughter, I'll have you close confined
You'll never marry that Lancashire Lad, he'll be no son of mine
Should you confine me seven long years and after set me free
I'll search the world for my Lancashire Lad when I've gained my liberty
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
My love’s clothed in scarlet and turned up with blue
And every town that he goes through, to his sweetheart he'll be true
Now we'll have money enough, my boys, and girls to please our mind
We'll never forget sweet Manchester and the girls we left behind
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Woensdag 1 juni 2005
Beans In My Ears
Beans In My Ears
Composer(s): Len Chandler
Performer(s): The Serendipity Singers
and multiple other artists
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears, beans in your ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in her ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears, beans in their ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears
Dinsdag 31 mei 2005
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The Lamplighter's Serenade
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
and multiple other artists
A moment after dark around the park
an old-fashion gent comes parading
Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk
but when it's half after love time
He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks
he lights every star in the sky
And if a lady or a beau should answer
No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic
Then he steals away to sing another day
The Lamplighter's Serenade
My how time goes flying back, it’s 1893
A Strummer one horse open hack
There steps a grand old memory
A moment after dark around the park
an old-fashion gent comes parading
Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk
but when it's half after love time
He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks
he lights every star in the sky
And if a lady or a beau should answer
No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic
Then he steals away to sing another day
The Lamplighter's Serenade
Dinsdag 31 mei 2005
Beale Street Blues
Beale Street Blues
Composer(s): W.C. Handy
First recording/First release by: Prince's Band - 1917
Covered by multiple other artists
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse
The seven wonders of the world I've seen
And many are the places I have been
Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs
You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled
You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
Married men would have to take their beds and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know
I'd rather be there than any place I know
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
Maandag 30 mei 2005
L'anamour
L'anamour
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Françoise Hardy - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1997 - Non Affair (by Mick Harvey)
2006 - Loveless Land (by Junior Jazz)
Aucun Bœing sur mon transit
Aucun bateau sur mon transat
Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
Je cherche en vain le mot exit
Je chante pour les transistors
Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
De tes anamours transitoires
De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Tu sais ces photos de de l'Asie
Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli
J'ai cru entendre les hélices
D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
C'est un ventilateur qui passe
Au ciel du poste de police
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Maandag 30 mei 2005
Beads Of Sweat
Beads Of Sweat
Composer(s): Laura Nyro
Performer(s): Laura Nyro
Cold jade wind
Not an angel in the sky
Just cold jade restless wind
Something's coming along
To devastate my soul
I pricked my fingers
On the thorns
And this rain is a-raining hard
This sky's gonna beckon Mariah
To match my soul
Rain in the river
Rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Rain on the highway
Running clear across New York
A windsong through the barren trees
Wild lavender heather
By the railroad sways
Listen to the wailing
Of the rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Roll, roll
River, rock his soul
She's calling you
Rainclouds, rainclouds
Down his neck
Down his neck
Down his neck
Beads of, beads of, beads of
Beads of sweat
Five boys standing
On the banks of the river
Waiting for the virgin snow
Searching for a miracle
A pearl in an oyster
And we all looked out to God
Although He is the colour of the wind
Listen to the wailing
Of the rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Zondag 29 mei 2005
Lana
Lana
Composer(s): Joe Melson - Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
Oh, beautiful Lana
I told it my mama
And my dad
What I had
Was the sweetest
And the neatest
Little girl
In the world
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la Lana
Hey hey Lana
He- he- hey
O- oh Lana
Don’t make me blue
O- oh Lana
Don’t you know
Don’t you know
I love you
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
Oh beautiful Lana
Don’t you know that I wanna
Hug and kiss you
Let you know that I miss you
While we’re apart
Oh my heart
All it can say is
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la-Lana
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la Lana
Hey hey Lana
He- he- hey
Zondag 29 mei 2005
Beach Ball
Beach Ball
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): The Supremes
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
The surf band is playing loud
They swim and they jerk for the swinging crowd
And if you get the notion
You can go and surf the ocean
Gonna have a fun loving time
Gonna play in the sunshine
So come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
You bring your guy, I'll bring mine
Everybody's gonna have a good time
Splishin' and splashin' fun everlasting
Hurry up, everyone, time is passing
So come on, gang, and let's have a ball
All for one and one for all
So come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Hand in hand walking through the sand
Watching the surfers
Take a chance
If sidewalk surfing is not your style
Come on, dance the jerk a while
You can go and surf the ocean
Gonna have a fun loving time
Gonna play in the sunshine
So come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Come on, come on
Come on to the beach ball with me
Zaterdag 28 mei 2005
L'an 2005
L'an 2005
((Adapted from: In The Year 2525 (by Zager & Evans) - 1969))
((Italian Version: Nel 2023 (by Dalida) - 1969))
Composer(s): Rick Evans - Boris Bergman
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1969
En l'année 2005 de notre ère
Si l'homme n'est pas poussière
Si l'oiseau vit à l'air des rivières
En l'année 3005 de notre ère
Qui peut parler de paradis ou d'enfer
Tout ce que tu fais penses et dis
Est en pilule dès aujourd'hui
En l'année 4005 de notre ère
Avoir des yeux un cœur a quoi ça sert
Qui y aura-t-il à aimer et qui pourra te regarder?
En l'année 5005 de notre ère
La vie est un désert
Nous n'avons plus rien à faire
La machine a le feu vert oh oh oh
En l'année 6005 de notre ère
S'il y a un Dieu quand il verra notre terre
Il dira après avoir regardé
Voilà l'heure du jugement dernier
En l'année 7005 de notre ère
Le Tout Puissant sera-t-il très fier
De ce que l'homme a détruit et créé
Ou voudra-t-il recommencer oh oh oh
En l'année 8005 de notre ère
L'homme sera-t-il encore sur terre
Il a tout pris au monde sans laisser de trace
Mais qu'a-t-il mis à la place oh oh oh
Depuis 10 000 ans des hommes
Sont partis avec les larmes
Est-ce l'amour ou la haine qui mit fin à son règne
Mais au fond de l'aurore une étoile s'endort
Sans doute il faut se taire
Ce n'était peut-être qu'hier
En l'année 2005 de notre ère
Si l'homme n'est pas poussière
Aura-t-il compris où est Son bonheur
oh oh oh oh oh
Zaterdag 28 mei 2005
Beach Baby
Beach Baby
((French Version: Vite, Chérie, Vite (by Sacha Distel) - 1975))
Composer(s): John Carter - Gil Shakespeare
Performer(s): Tony Burrows - 1974
Do you remember back in old L.A.
When everybody drove a Chevrolet
Whatever happened to the boy next door
The sun-tanned crew-cut all-american male
Remember dancin' at the high school hop
The dress I ruined with the soda pop
I didn't recognize the girl next-door
The beat up sneakers and the pony tail
Beach baby, Beach Baby give me your hand
Give me somethin' that I can remember
Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight
Beach baby, Beach baby there on the sand
From July 'till the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day
Mmmm Mmm, I never thought that it would end
Oooooh oooooh, Mmmm Mmm, and I was everybody's friend Ooooh ooooh
Long hot days
Cool Sea haze
Juke box plays
But now it's fading awaaaaay
We couldn't wait for graduation night ooh ooh no
We took my car and drove to San Jose ooh ooh ooh
That's where you told me that you'd wear my ring
I guess you don't remember anything
Beach baby, Beach Baby give me your hand
Give me somethin' that I can remember
Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight
Beach baby, Beach baby there on the sand
From July 'till the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby, Beach baby
Vrijdag 27 mei 2005
L'amour, Etc.
L'amour, Etc.
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Tu n'étais qu'une aiguille dans une botte de foin
Mais j'ai su te trouver, moi qui ne trouve rien
L'amour, c'est comme un refrain
Tu le chantes aujourd'hui et tu l'oublies demain
L'amour, c'est comme l'océan
Une marche à l'étoile où l'on se perd souvent
Le sommeil a du bon quand tu dors près de moi
Quand tu viens dans mes rêves en sortant de mes bras
L'amour, c'est comme un oiseau
Ça voyage très loin, ça tombe de très haut
L'amour, c'est comme le vent
C'est tout chaud, c'est tout froid, ça change tout le temps
J'ai dormi des années sans m'en apercevoir
Je me suis reveillé le jour de ton départ
L'amour, c'est comme le latin
On le croît oublié et puis il nous revient
L'amour, c'est comme un poker
Et c'est presque toujours le moins menteur qui perd
Le matin où le jour ne se lèvera pas
Tu verras que tu n'as pas existé pour moi
L'amour, c'est comme l'été
Il nous faut un automne pour le regretter
L'amour, c'est comme un enfant
On lui a tout donné, il part quand il est grand
Vrijdag 27 mei 2005
Be Yourself
Be Yourself
Composer(s): Graham Nash - Terry Reid
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
How does it feel
When life doesn't seem real
And you're floating about on your own
Your life seems uncertain
So you draw the curtain
Pretending there's nobody home
Don't theorize
Look in your eyes
They can't tell lies
Though you may disguise what you see
The mirror is free
We once had a savior
But by our behavior
The one that was worth it is gone
Song birds are talking
And runners are walking
A prodigal son's coming home
Don't theorize
Look in his eyes
They won't tell lies
But if he defies what you see
He'll give you a key
Be yourself
Be yourself
Be yourself
Be yourself
We needed a tutor
So built a computer
And programmed ourselves not to see
The truth and the lying
The dead and the dying
A silent majority
Don't theorize
Look in their eyes
Are they telling lies
The ones that they learn on T.V.
What a way to be free
Be yourself
Be yourself
Then you can free yourself
Free yourself
See yourself
Then you can see yourself
Come on and see yourself
See yourself
Donderdag 26 mei 2005
L'amour Violent
L'amour Violent
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'avais l'impression d'un grand vide
J'allais au hasard ce jour là
Un de ces jours où rien n' se décide
Mais allez donc savoir pourquoi
Oui comme un soleil aveuglant
Qui vous brûle les yeux
Oui l'amour surgit brusquement
Au milieu d'un jour bleu
C'est trop de bonheur
C'est comme un cri de douleur
L'amour violent
Je ris je pleure
J'ai l'impression que je meurs
L'amour dément
C'est trop de joie
C'est trop d'amour à la fois
Mais je joue
À me faire peur
Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous
J'avais un goût d'amertume
J'étais en plein désarroi
Mon cœur battait comme une enclume
L'amour était fini pour moi
Puis tout d'un coup
Mon cœur s'est enflammé
Je l'ai vue
Au rendez-vous du destin
Le hasard l'inconnu
C'est trop de bonheur
Je vais encore en souffrir
L'amour violent
Je ris je pleure
Je vois déjà l'avenir
De mes tourment
Il filera
Toujours entre mes doigts
Mais je joue
À me faire peur
Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous
C'est trop de bonheur
C'est comme un cri de douleur
L'amour violent
Je ris je pleure
J'ai l'impression que je meurs
L'amour tyran
C'est trop de joie
C'est trop d'amour à la fois
Mais je joue
À me faire peur
Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous...
Donderdag 26 mei 2005
Be With You Soon
Be With You Soon
Composer(s): Bon Scott
Performer(s): Sweet; José Feliciano
I smell a perfume
Of the talk
I feel you near me
Then you're gone
The gentle warming
Of the sun
I hear you laughing
The day is done
I know I hear you call in the night
In dreams I come to you every night
This venom brainy
Of the moon
This time I'm coming
Be with you soon
Soft wind is blowing
Through the trees
Your hair is shaken
By the breeze
I know I hear you call in the night
In dreams I come to you every night
Woensdag 25 mei 2005
L'amour Vient, L'amour Va
L'amour Vient, L'amour Va
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - L. Gold
Performer(s): Claude François
J'ai rencontré les plus beaux yeux
Elle était belle à vivre à deux
On s'est aimé toute la nuit
Au petit jour, elle est partie
Elle a quitté cette maison
En ne laissant même pas son nom
Ce soir, je suis plus seul qu'avant
Encore plus seul qu'avant
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme fumée dans le vent
Et neige au soleil
L'amour vient, l'amour va
On ne sait jamais pourquoi
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme la fleur au printemps
L'oiseau dans le ciel
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Mon refrain s'arrête là
L'amour vient, l'amour va
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Ce que j'ai fait de ma vie
Je l'ai payé en une nuit
Elle m'a quitté sans au revoir
Je ne peux pas lui en vouloir
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme fumée dans le vent
Et neige au soleil
L'amour vient, l'amour va
On ne sait jamais pourquoi
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme la fleur au printemps
L'oiseau dans le ciel
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Mon refrain s'arrête là
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme fumée dans le vent
Et neige au soleil
L'amour vient, l'amour va
On ne sait jamais pourquoi
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme la fleur au printemps
L'oiseau dans le ciel
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Mon refrain s'arrête là
L'amour vient, l'amour va
Comme fumée dans le vent
Et neige au soleil
Woensdag 25 mei 2005
Be True To Your School
Be True To Your School
Composer(s): Mike Love - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys
and multiple other artists
When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
"Now what's the matter buddy
Ain't you heard of my school
It's number one in the state"
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
I got a letterman's sweater
With a letter in front
I got for football and track
I'm proud to wear it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got a decal in back
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
On Friday we'll be jacked up on the football game
And I'll be ready to fight
We're gonna smash 'em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And she'll be yelling tonight
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Dinsdag 24 mei 2005
L'amour Te Ressemble
