Donderdag 11 september 2008
Buccaneer
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Woensdag 10 september 2008
L'heure De La Sortie
L'heure De La Sortie
Composer(s): Claude Carrère - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Sheila
Nous sommes un groupe une petite troupe
D'amis fidèles qui nous entendons bien
Et nous travaillons tous soir et matin
Afin de gagner not' pain quotidien
Des secrétaires, des couturières
Et des vendeurs dans les grands magasins
Mais que l'on soit photographe ou mannequin
On est tous d'accord sur un point
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
Pourtant nous sommes ravis en sommes
D'avoir choisi un métier qui nous plait
Faudrait pas croire que toute la journée
On ait qu'une idée: aller s'promener
Mais quel dommage que d'être en cage
Lorsqu'on aperçoit le soleil dehors
Et qu'il faut finir le travail d'abord
On doit vraiment faire un effort
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
Quand l'heure approche j'entends la cloche
Et je sais bien qu'au coin d'la rue là-bas
Il y a un garçon qui m'attend déjà
Et qui regarde l'horloge comme moi
Celui que j'aime, toujours le même
Je me souviens quand j'allais avec lui
Chanter dans la rue "l'école est finie"
Rien n'a vraiment changé depuis
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée ...
Woensdag 10 september 2008
Bubbling Over
Bubbling Over (aka Life Is Bubbling Over All The Time)
Composer(s): John William Kellette
In the human heart there's a hope that glows
like the budding rose
Full of promise grows
And the dawning light finds that hope so bright
But hopes bubble over then fade from sight
Through our dearest dreams as we scheme our schemes
Hope is ever new
And each golden hue
Keeps them soaring high, till they fade and die
Or those that we cherish take wings and fly
Bubbling over
Bubbling over
Hope with me is bubbling over all the time
Just as a rosebud blooms, its petals fall
Like all my dreams, they die, then all goes tumbling over, crumbling over
Like my castles high in the air I search for sunshine and the raindrops fall
Then as I hunt for fortune, it just hides, that's all
Dreams are over
Hopes are over
Life is bubbling over all the time
Dinsdag 9 september 2008
L'heure Bleue
L'heure Bleue
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
C'est l'heure que je préfère
on l'appelle l'heure bleue
où tout devient plus beau, plus doux, plus lumineux
c'et comme un voile de rêve
qu'elle mettrait devant les yeux
cette heure bien trop brève
et qui s'appelle l'heure bleue
c'est une heure incertaine, c'est une heure entre deux
où le ciel n'est pas gris même quand le ciel pleut
je n'aime pas bien le jour
le jour s'évanouit peu à peu
la nuit attend son tour
cela s'appelle l'heure bleue
le jour t'avait pris
et tu te promènes
dans le soir de Paris
l'heure bleue te ramène
c'est l'heure de l'attente quand on est amoureux
attendre celui qu'on aime, il n y a rien de mieux
quand on sait qu'il va venir
c'est le moment le plus heureux
et laissez-moi vous dire
que ça s'appelle l'heure bleue
oui laissez-moi vous dire
comme j'aime l'heure bleue
Dinsdag 9 september 2008
Bubblin' Up
Bubblin' Up
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Dr. Hook
I used to be a prancer
A one-eyed song and dancer
But eyes for true romance
I didn't even try
I'd get 'em and forget 'em
But I never could stay with 'em
Cause I thought my well of love had done run dry
But now it's bubblin' up
I feel it bubblin' up
And you can't hold back this true love
No matter what you do
Because it's bubblin' up
(You can hear it, baby)
It's bubblin' up,
And it'll soon be bubblin' over just for you
(Get that look off your face!)
I know that when I met you
You loved me and I let you
But I'd gladly bet you
That it wouldn't last too long
But I had no way of knowing
That this thing would keep on growin'
And now the feeling still is going strong
And yes it's bubblin' up
Maandag 8 september 2008
L'herbe Tendre
L'herbe Tendre
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Michel Colombier
First release by: Michel Simon & Serge Gainsbourg - 1968
D'avoir vécu le cul
Dans l'herbe tendre
Et d'avoir su m'étendre
Quand j'étais amoureux
J'aurais vécu obscur
Et sans esclandre
En gardant le cœur tendre
Le long des jours heureux
Pour faire des vieux os
Faut y aller mollo
Pas abuser de rien pour aller loin
Pas se casser le cul
Savoir se fendre
De quelques baisers tendres
Sous un coin de ciel bleu
Pas se casser le cul
Savoir se fendre
De quelques baisers tendres
Sous un coin de ciel bleu
Maandag 8 september 2008
Bubbles In My Beer
Bubbles In My Beer
Composer(s): Tommy Duncan; Cindy Walker; Bob Wills
Originally performed by: Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
Covered by various other artists
Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting
Apart from the laughter and the cheers
While scenes from the past, rise before me
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer
A vision of someone who loved me
Brings a lone silent tear to my eye
Oh! I know that my life's been a failure
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer
I'm seeing a road that I've traveled
A road paved with hearthaches and tears
And I'm seeing the past that I've wasted
While watchin' the bubbles in my beer
As I think of the heart that I've broken
And of the golden chances that have passed me by
And the dreams that I made, now are empty
As empty as the bubbles in my beer
Zondag 7 september 2008
Leyenda De Los Dos Amantes
Leyenda De Los Dos Amantes
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Como tiernas babosas de la campiña
ella y él se enroscaron húmedamente
y el dejó de ser hombre, como ella niña
para ser uno sólo completamente
Desde todos los puntos que los juntaban
se saborearon tanto y con tal delicia
que las horas de vida que les quedaban
decidieron pasarlas en la caricia
A menos de un suspiro del tibio abrazo
el resto de la historia se debatía
en átomos, galaxias y otros acasos
que encontraron certeza justo aquel día
Y se hicieron leyenda los dos amantes
enroscados eterna y húmedamente
Nada pudo tocarlos detrás de guantes
Sólo pueden saberlo los igualmente
Zondag 7 september 2008
Bubbles
Bubbles
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do, bubbles booble-ee-oo-do
Why are my love affairs just bubbles
Whenever I fall, if I give her a call, there’s a busy line
With my kind of luck I not only get stuck but I lose my dime
They’re only troubles booble-ee-oo-do
Troubles booble-ee-oo-do
And when I care they’re mostly doubles
I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time
I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time
Zondag 7 september 2008
Buachaill Ón Éirne
Buachaill Ón Éirne
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Clannad
and various other artists
Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill
gan coite gan bád gan gráinín brach' ar bith liom
ach duilliúir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is óró, a sheacht m'anam déag thú, is tú ag féachaint orm anall
Zaterdag 6 september 2008
Leyenda
Leyenda
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Miguel Zenón
Al amanecer
algunos ojos ya eran de la oscuridad
y huyeron hacia las tiniebas del ayer
con un punado de semillas por sembrar
con un punado de promesas por crecer
y amar
Pero salio el sol
y se elevo sobre la tierra siempre mas
secando el frio nocturnal dando calor
regocijando al mundo con su prodigar
irguiendo al viento el poderoso corazon
de amar
Y su luz subio
saltando las montanas traspasando el mar
resgando el mundo con su calida verdad
su calida razon
esparciendo la claridad
como una estacion
Era bello el sol
que se elevaba sobre el mundo siempre mas
con su destierro de nevadas su cancion
su semillero en jubiloso despertar
erguido al viento el poderoso corazon
de amar
Y su luz llego
al reino oscuro a las torres del ayer
y la cimiente arrebatada de su amor
sintiose renacer
al contacto de su calor
y de su quehacer
Luego al final
a la hora en que se suponia atardecer
sintieron que la luz quedo en su respirar
como una sangre de la atmosfera un poder
un pacto eterno con la claridad solar
Zaterdag 6 september 2008
Bryant Hotel
Bryant Hotel
Composer(s): Tom Feher
Performer(s): The Left Banke
Bryant Hotel
Cardboard ceilings and mayhem
Nobody cares
Hours for sale
Broadway Harlequin harem...
Foot of the stairs
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell.....
Bryant hotel
Fossils lie in the lobby
Biding their time
Midsummer hell
Sink-down sofa, seat shabby
Fifty cent wine
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
A month of dear belated bills to pay
But that's OK - they never had it so well
at the Bryant Hotel.....
Bryant Hotel
Elevator vacation
Hourly ride
Telephone call
Find another location
Credit denied!
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell.....
Vrijdag 5 september 2008
Lewis Boogie
Lewis Boogie
Composer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
First recording/First release by: Jerry Lee Lewis and His Pumping Piano - 1957/1958
Covered by multiple other artists
My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana
I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano
Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it
I'll make you do it and make you do it until you break it
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen
The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot
My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Aw,
Oh, boy!
Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town
That's where that Presley boy said you ain't nothing but a hound
But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove
Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Oh, boogie woogie
When your hips start rockin'
And your knees start knockin'
Lewis boogie, Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Vrijdag 5 september 2008
Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn
(Traditional)
Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born
He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn
But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in
"Whoo, I'll lead the fashions" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear
He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair
With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in
"Whoo, they're pleasant and cool" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back
He went to his neighbor's and borrowed a sack
Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin
"Whoo, they'll take them for ruffles" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head
He thought that the pot would do him instead
Then he murdered murdered a cod for the sake of its fin
"Whoo, 'twill pass for a feather" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat
He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat
With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then
"Whoo, they'll take them for pistols" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear
He bought him a rat's skin to make him a pair
He then drew them on and they fitted his shin
"Whoo, they're illegant wear" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes
He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those
Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins
"Whoo, they'll shine out like buckles" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on
He scooped out a turnip to make him a one
Then he planted a cricket in under the skin
"Whoo, they'll think it's a-tickin'" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door
He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor
He'd a way to jump out and a way to swim in
"Whoo, it's very convenient" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother
They all went home o'er the bridge together
The bridge it broke down and they all tumbled in
"Whoo, we'll go home by water" says Bryan O'Lynn
Donderdag 4 september 2008
Levva Livet!
Levva Livet!
Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen
Æ syns atomkrig e for jævlig
men at høsten kan vær fin
og det beste her på jorda
det e å væra din
Æ syns at Reagan e ein tulling
og at vintern e før lang
hvis æ mesta dæ vart livet mett
ein tung og dyster sang
Men når det bles som værst på toppan
og når galskapen får rå
ska vi hold omkring hver ainner
og vi veit det her ska gå
Å - å levva livet
Å - å levva livet
E syns Andropov e ein gærning
og at vintern e før lang
hvis æ mesta dæ vart livet mett
ein tung og dyster sang
Og når det bles som værst på toppan
og når galskapen får rå
ska vi hold omkring hverainner
og vi veit det her ska gå
Å - å levva livet
Å - å levva livet
Donderdag 4 september 2008
Bruxelles
Bruxelles
Dutch Title: Brussel
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Originally performed by: Jacques Brel
Covered by various other artists
C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait
C'était au temps du cinéma muet
C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait
C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait
Place de Broukère on voyait des vitrines
Avec des hommes des femmes en crinoline
Place de Broukère on voyait l'omnibus
Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus
Et sur l'impériale
Le cœur dans les étoiles
Il y avait mon grand-père
Il y avait ma grand-mère
Il était militaire
Elle était fonctionnaire
Il pensait pas elle pensait rien
Et on voudrait que je sois malin
C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait
C'était au temps du cinéma muet
C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait
C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait
Sur les pavés de la place Sainte-Catherine
Dansaient les hommes les femmes en crinoline
Sur les pavés dansaient les omnibus
Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus
Et sur l'impériale
Le cœur dans les étoiles
Il y avait mon grand-père
Il y avait ma grand-mère
Il avait su y faire
Elle l'avait laissé faire
Ils l'avaient donc fait tous les deux
Et on voudrait que je sois sérieux
C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait
C'était au temps du cinéma muet
C'était au temps où Bruxelles dansait
C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait
Sous les lampions de la place Sainte-Justine
Chantaient les hommes les femmes en crinoline
Sous les lampions dansaient les omnibus
Avec des femmes des messieurs en gibus
Et sur l'impériale
Le cœur dans les étoiles
Il y avait mon grand-père
Il y avait ma grand-mère
Il attendait la guerre
Elle attendait mon père
Ils étaient gais comme le canal
Et on voudrait que j'aie le moral
C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait
C'était au temps du cinéma muet
C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait
C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait
Woensdag 3 september 2008
Levon
Levon
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus 'cause he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon, Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spend his days counting
In a garage by the motorway
He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times
Said God is dead and war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
Levons sells cartoon balloons in town
His family business thrives
Jesus blows up balloons all day
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus
Leave Levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing
While Levon, Levon slowly dies
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
Woensdag 3 september 2008
Bruton Town
Bruton Town
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Pentangle
and various other artists
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear
By day and night they were contriving
To fill their parents' heart with fear
He told his secrets to no other
But unto her brother this he said
'I think our servant courts our sister
I think they has a great mind to wed
I'll put an end to all their courtship
I'll send him silent to his grave'
They asked him to go a-hunting
Without any fear or strife
And these two bold and wicked villains
They took away this young man's life
And in the ditch there was no water
Where only bush and briars grew
They could not hide the blood of slaughter
So in the ditch his body they threw
When they returned home from hunting
She asked for her servant-man
"I ask because I see you whisper
So brothers tell me if you can"
"O sister, you do offend me
Because you so examine me
We've lost him where we've been a-hunting
No more of him we could not see"
As she lay dreaming on her pillow
She thought she saw her heart's delight
By her bed side as she lay weeping
He was dressed all in his bloody coat
"Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel
Don't weep for me nor care nor pine
For your two brothers killed me so cruel
In such a place you may me find"
As she rose early the very next morning
With heavy sigh and bitter groan
The only love that she admired
She found in the ditch where he was thrown
Three days and nights she did sit by him
And her poor heart was filled with woe
Till cruel hunger crept upon her
And home she was obliged to go
Dinsdag 2 september 2008
Lettre Ouverte
Lettre Ouverte
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Le silence des ports enflamme ma planète
Les ondes des radios surveillent mes décors
Princesse de la nuit, fille des astres morts
La centrale atomique pose son théorème
Dans la veine bleutée du junky qui délire
Noyé dans la musique coule un liquide froid
Qui mesure en c.c. ce qui reste à vivre
De nos cerveaux rongés monte l'hymne à la joie
Je suis un écrivain ivre de dialectique
J'ai l'optimisme suisse sur un compte bloqué
À peu près aussi drôle qu'une porte de clinique
Qui s'ouvre sur la morgue juste après le guichet
Souriez ! souriez ! déchirez-vous la gueule!
Ordre nouveau est là, pour nos petits enfants!
Mr. Pauwels s'en va fleurir nos camisoles
Dans les matins magiques et les buissons ardents!
Je suis un pessimiste et payé par personne
Au-dessus de mes yeux poussent des fleurs fanées
La fumée des usines me fait une couronne
Ma mère a enfantè dans les pieds d'un crassier
Dinsdag 2 september 2008
Brussels Blues
