Zaterdag 29 december 1979
I Should Be Dancing
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I Should Be Dancing
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Zaterdag 29 december 1979
Édition Spéciale
Édition Spéciale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
D'abord y a cette fille
Dans la boîte de verre
Qui dit "Bonne nuit, à demain"
Sur un bout de musique
Des bonshommes à l'envers
Et puis après plus rien
J'étais là à huit heures
Pour les mauvaises nouvelles
Elle m'a laissé tout seul
Avec mes envies d'elle
Derrière son visage
Un paysage de neige
Et puis après plus rien
Après je prends mon pote
Sur la radio locale
Au milieu d'un discours
C'est le temps qu'il espère
Au-dessus de son bocal
S'il arrive à faire jour
Parce qu'il paraît qu'y a le feu
À la moitié de la Terre
Et qu'on attend du mieux
Juste pour les sagittaires
Après un dernier verre
Le souffle des étoiles
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En couleur naturelle
Mes envies d'elle
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En grandeur nature
Ses yeux sur le mur
Et puis après je cherche
Quelqu'un que je connais
Qui soit encore debout
Faut pas que je me leurre
À l'heure qu'il est
On doit pas être beaucoup
J'ai du mal à dormir
À côté de personne
Et le silence m'attend
Je l'entends qui résonne
"Allez, salut bonsoir !"
Le bruit quand je raccroche
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après plus rien
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En grandeur nature
Ses yeux sur le mur
Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
En couleur naturelle
Mes envies d'elle
Quand je me lève
La fille dans la boîte de verre
A déjà dit bonjour
Mon pote est reparti
Sur une autre colère
Dans un autre discours
Mais la nuit arrive vite
À ceux qui ont peur d'elle
Y a des choses qu'on évite
Pas facile avec elle
Après-midi tranquille
Après-midi banal
Et puis après...
Et puis après...
Et puis après...
Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
Vrijdag 28 december 1979
Truckin' (Bread)
Truckin'
Composer(s): James Griffin - Robb Royer
Performer(s): Bread
Truckin' down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That's where you can find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the cab of
A ten ton machine
Gettin' pretty tired of stoppin'
In old run down cafes
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way
Gonna make some inroads
Drivin' home a payload
Truckin' down the highway
Like you never seen
Gettin' pretty tired of lookin'
In truck stop cabarets
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way
Then you're gonna find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the back of
A long limousine
Vrijdag 28 december 1979
Kiss Them For Me
Kiss Them For Me
From the film "Kiss Them For Me" (1957)
Composer(s): Lionel Newman; Carroll Coates
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
Kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me
Goodbye my honey though you gotta go now
Least I know now I'm the one whose won
So if the losers need some sympathy
You can kiss them, kiss them for me
It sounds kinda funny but I won't be jealous
When you fellas, find you're far from home
If you need a little femininity
You can kiss them, kiss them for me
There's safety in numbers, so it's quite okay
Kiss the darling day, kiss the blues away
It'd sure be the biggest thrill they'd ever had
But I won't get mad, 'cause I won't be there to see
Make hay while it's sunny so you love me
Oh, please if you're lonely I will understand
And you'll thank my lips for waiting faithfully
When you kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me
Kiss them for me
Vrijdag 28 december 1979
Edith And The Kingpin
Edith And The Kingpin
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Big man, small town, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight
Edith in the ring
The passed-over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on
Women he has wanted grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon
Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song-some mysterious song
Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says-his crime belongs
Edith and the Kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away
Donderdag 27 december 1979
Truckin' (Billy Cotton)
Truckin'
Composer(s): Rube Bloom - Ted Koehler
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band
We had to get something new
A dance to do up here in Harlem
So someone started truckin'
???? as soon as the news got round
Well the folks down town came up to Harlem
And what they see, boy
Everybody was truckin'
It didn't take long before
The highbrows were doin' it
Park Avenue-in' it, all over town
You'll see them shufflin', shufflin'
Truckin' along
Boy, it's spreadin' like a forest blaze
It became a craze, thanks to Harlem nights
Now, everybody's truckin'
Donderdag 27 december 1979
I Shot The Sheriff
I Shot The Sheriff
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no!
Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
Ooh, oo-ooh)
All around in my home town
They tryin' to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the life of a deputy
For the life of a deputy
But I say, yeah
(I shot the sheriff
But I swear it was in self-defence)
I swear it was in selfdefence, yea-ea-eah!
It was I who shot the sheriff
(And they say it is a) capital offence
(Oo-ooh)
Sheriff John Brown always hates me
For what, I don't know
Every time I plant a seed
He say, "Kill them before they grow"
He say, "Kill them before they grow", now
And so, yeah - and so
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
(Oh no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I (didn't shoot no deputy)
I didn't shoot no deputy
(Oo-ooh)
No-no-no-no-no!
Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
Then all of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
He was aiming to shoot I down
So I shot, yes, I shot - shot him down and I say, yeah
By-by-by - I shot the sheriff
Love, I didn't shoot no deputy
(oh, no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
(Oo-ooh)
Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be
Every day the bucket goes to the well
I say, one day the bottom a-go drop out
One day the bottom will drop out
And so - and so, read it!
(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
Oh no, oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
Oo-ooh)
Donderdag 27 december 1979
Edge Of Seventeen
Edge Of Seventeen
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
First release by: Stevie Nicks - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
And the days go by... like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own... I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted... something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe I will go again... tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly... familiar
And I see you doing... what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet... and the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it... when it rains
But the sea changes colours... but the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow... of age
I went forth... with an age old... desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly... there was no one...left standing
In the hall... yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer... just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing... come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning... and I hear you...
At nightfall... sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you... my love...
I'm a few years older than you... are (I'm a few years older than you) my love
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo baby... ooo... said ...
Woensdag 26 december 1979
Trucker's Paradise
Trucker's Paradise
Composer(s): Jerry I. Allison
Performer(s): Del Reeves
There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo
And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two
There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys, she's nice
They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise
She knows about the roads and the overloads
And fillin' out those phoney logs
And the story 'bout the time when a tire caught fire
And burned up a truckload o' hogs
If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price
Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise
No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
But she's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise
No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise
Woensdag 26 december 1979
I Shall Sing
I Shall Sing
((French Version: À Chacun Sa Chanson (by Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Art Garfunkel - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
With my heart, with my soul
For the young, for the old
When I'm high, when I'm low
When I'm first, when I'm slow, I shall sing
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Woensdag 26 december 1979
Edge Of Reality
Edge Of Reality
Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1968
I walk along a thin line, darling (Darling)
Dark shadows follow me (Follow Me)
Here's where life's dream lies disillusioned (Disillusioned)
The edge of reality
Oh, I can hear strange voices echo (Echo)
Laughing with mockery (Mockery)
The border line of doom I'm facing (I'm facing)
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
With fears that I can't explain
She drove me to the point of madness (Madness
The brink of misery (Misery)
If she's not real, then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
With fears that I can't explain
She drove me to the point of madness (Madness)
The brink of misery (Misery)
If she's not real then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
The edge of reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality)....
Dinsdag 25 december 1979
Trucker's Lament
Trucker's Lament
(aka I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore)
Composer(s): Sheb Wooley - Dick Feller
Performer(s): Sheb Wooley
and multiple other artists
I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself
Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else
I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door
I just don't look good naked anymore
So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall
I hung it there when I was trim and tall
I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore
But I just don't look good naked anymore
Well, I used to go out with the girls
I loved them one and all
Now they don't get very close to me
They're afraid that I might fall
Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam
Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "Man"
I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the score"
He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore
Well, me and my wife had a dance routine
Everybody said it was unique
Now it's only when we're back to back
That we're dancing cheek to cheek
Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun
Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun
Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the shore
I just don't look good naked anymore
Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell
And my butt's a-draggin' the floor
An' I just don't look good naked anymore
No, I just don't look good naked anymore
Dinsdag 25 december 1979
I Shall Be Released
I Shall Be Released
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First recording by: Bob Dylan - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1995 - Nous Serons Libres
2006 - Jag Ska Bli Fri
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Yet ev'ry distance is not near
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say ev'ry man needs protection
They say ev'ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Dinsdag 25 december 1979
Eden Blues
Eden Blues
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Edith Piaf
En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
C'est là que Jim a rencontré
Sur une route un soir de pluie
Catherine la fille d'un fermier
Et qu'ils s'aimèrent toute la nuit
Le soleil fait briller son or
Dans quelques rares flaques d'eau
Le cactus forme le décor
Le chardon couvre les coteaux
C'est là qu'Adam le sénateur
Est venu finir ses vieux jours
Puis il est mort d'un coup au cœur
On prétend que c'est du mal d'amour
Mais les fleurs couchées par le vent
Semblent prier pour son repos
La lune verse une larme d'argent
Sur la croix blanche du tombeau
En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
Maandag 24 december 1979
Trova De Edgardo
Trova De Edgardo
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar
Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy haré una página celeste
trovadicta, trovardiente
Hoy, cantando sólo con la luna
ya que se hizo puta la fortuna
Hoy me trovaré para alegrarme
como Edgardo, sin alarde
Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar
Maandag 24 december 1979
I Shall Be Free, No. 10
I Shall Be Free, No. 10
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee' pretty scary!
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I'm crazy!
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court
I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends!
Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
Now you're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England
Maandag 24 december 1979
Edelweiss (French Version)
Edelweiss
((Adapted from: Edelweiss (English Version) (Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin) - 1959))
((Danish Version: Edelweiss (Danish Version) - 1966))
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Sois toujours notre emblème
Fleur si blanche, tu te penches
Pour saluer ceux qui t'aiment
Contre l'assaut des vents et des neiges
Le ciel te protège
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veilles sur nos montagnes
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Toi l'amie des nuages
Fleur de neige ou de ciel
Tu vis libre et sauvage
Veill' sur le pays de mes amours
Tout au long des âges
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Quand le ciel fait naufrage
Tu attends le soleil
Dans la nuit des alpages
Car tu sais bien qu'il revient toujours
Après les orages
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village
Zondag 23 december 1979
Appartiene A Me
Appartiene A Me
((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Tito Schipa Jr.
Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr. - 1987
Versions In Other Languages:
1978 - Sie G'hört Zu Mir (Wolfgang Ambros)
1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri)
2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)
Lei sa bene quel che vuole è un'artista - non bada in giro
Lei si ruba il buio della notte e tinge il giorno in nero
Tu prova a star su in piedi forte e fiero – rubale ogni sensazione
Ma finirai a spiare dalla chiave chino a pecorone
Lei mica inciampa chi non sta su non cade
E' apolide è enne enne la Legge lei manco la vede
Porta un anello assiro se splende ti parlerà
E' un'ipnocollezionista e tu sei una bioantichità
La domenica un inchino il compleanno un'ovazione
A carnevale una trombetta e a Natale un bel torrone
Zondag 23 december 1979
Keep On Doin' What You're Doin'
Keep On Doin' What You're Doin'
Composer(s): James Brown; Bobby Byrd; Fred Wesley
Performer(s): Bobby Byrd
Don't you stop
Keep on doin' what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Don't stop, hey
I need it and I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad
I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best
Keep on doin', hey, what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Don't stop, hey
I can take anything you dish out
I'm a man, baby
I'm not a mouse
I'm gonna prove it, yeah
If it takes all night long
I'm gonna get satisfaction, hey
'Cause my love is strong
Keep on doin', keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on, keep on
Don't stop, keep on, hey
Keep on, keep on doin'
Yeah, hey
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby, oh
Don't stop, hey
I need it, said I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad
I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best
Keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on
Zondag 23 december 1979
Edelweiss (English Version)
