Woensdag 11 januari 1984
Runaround
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Woensdag 11 januari 1984
O Corsário Do Rei
O Corsário Do Rei
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
É bonito ver passar o tempo
Ele já foi meu
Ele já foi meu
Já usou meu corpo
Ele abusou de mim
Será que me esqueceu
Será que me esqueceu
Tive grandes planos
Sonhos geniais
Eu já tive vinte anos
Pois agora eu tenho mais
Tenho sete mares
Mortes, mais de cem
Já rendi uma cidade
Agora eu quero bem
Mil e um amores
Cheiro de mulher
Mamas de todas as cores
Mamarei enquanto houver
Garrafões de vinho
Caldeirões de rum
Se ficarem no caminho
Não vai sobrar nenhum
Nem um louco pra cantar as minhas glórias
Nem um fraco, a minha perdição
Nem as águas
As memórias
Da trajetória do meu galeão
Galeões de Espanha
Ide ao vosso rei
Ele sabe a minha sanha
Mencionai-lhe que eu voltei
Preparar a tropa
Almirante inglês
Já montei vossa chalupa
Desmonto dessa vez
Quero bandalheira
Esfregar os pés
Já sujei vossa bandeira
Mijarei vosso convés
Destroçar os panos
Quero bacanais
Eu já tive vinte anos
Agora eu quero mais
Dinsdag 10 januari 1984
It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin'
It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin'
Composer(s): Johnny Tillotson
First release by: Johnny Tillotson - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
I cry myself to sleep each night
Wishing I could hold you tight
Life seems so empty since you went away
And the pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin'
Since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
They say a man ain't s'posed to cry
But when I see you passing by
My heart breaks down and cries a million tears
The pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Dinsdag 10 januari 1984
O Ciúme
O Ciúme
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Dorme o sol à flor do Chico meio-dia
Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume
Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, o rio, Bahia
Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme
O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta
E se viu ferido justo na garganta
Quem nem alegre, nem triste nem poeta
Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta
Velho Chico vens de Minas
De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu
Sei que o levas todo em ti
Não me ensinas
E eu sou só eu só eu
Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde
Petrolina, nem te chegaste a perceber
Mas, na voz que canta tudo ainda arde
Tu é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê
Tanta gente canta, tanta gente cala
Tantas almas esticadas no curtume
Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala
Paira, monstruosa, a sombra do ciúme
Maandag 9 januari 1984
Rosie The Riveter
Rosie The Riveter
Composer(s): Redd Evans; John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Four Vagabonds
and multiple other artists
All the day long
Whether rain or shine
She's a part of the assembly line
She's making history
Working for victory
Rosie the Riveter
Keeps a sharp lookout for sabatoge
Sitting up there on the fuselage
That little girl will do more than a male will do
Rosie's got a boyfriend, Charlie
Charlie, he's a Marine
Rosie is protecting Charlie
Working overtime on the riveting machine
When they gave her a production "E"
She was as proud as she could be
There's something true about
Red, white, and blue about
Rosie the Riveter
Maandag 9 januari 1984
O Circo Místico
O Circo Místico
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Não
Não sei se é um truque banal
Se um invisível cordão
Sustenta a vida real
Cordas de uma orquestra
Sombras de um artista
Palcos de um planeta
E as dançarinas no grande final
Chove tanta flor
Que, sem refletir
Um ardoroso expectador
Vira colibri
Qual
Não sei se é nova ilusão
Se após o salto mortal
Existe outra encarnação
Membro de um elenco
Malas de um destino
Partes de uma orquestra
Duas meninas no imenso vagão
Negro refletor
Flores de organdi
E o grito do homem voador
Ao cair em si
Não sei se é vida real
Um invisível cordão
Após o salto mortal
Zondag 8 januari 1984
It Keeps Rainin'
It Keeps Rainin'
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino; Robert Guidry
Performer(s): Fats Domino; Keith Powell; Jerry Williams
It keeps raining and raining
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is cry
Won't somebody help
Somebody help me
Can't you see
That my baby done left me
She left me reeling and rocking
Walking the floor
She left a note last night
She won't be back no more.
It keeps raining and raining
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is cry
Won't somebody help
Somebody help me
Can't you see
That my baby done left me
She left me reeling and rocking
Walking the floor
She left a note last night
She won't be back no more
Zondag 8 januari 1984
O Cio Da Terra
O Cio Da Terra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Debulhar o trigo
Recolher cada bago do trigo
Forjar no tirgo o milagre do pão
E se fartar de pão
Decepar a cana
Recolher a garapa da cana
Roubar da cana a doçura do mel
Se lambuzar de mel
Afagar a terra
Conhecer os desejos da terra
Cio da terra, a propícia estação
E fecundar o chão
Zaterdag 7 januari 1984
Bing! Bang! Bong!
Bing! Bang! Bong!
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Performer(s): Sophia Loren
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go
make each day be a day full of fun
if there's a game or a girl to be one
do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Presto, presto, do your very besto
don't hang back like a shy little kid
You'll be surprised if you did what you did
If you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance
Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step
Live your life with a zip and a zing
You'll have the world on the end of a string
if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong ( a bing, bang, bong) a bing, bang, bong
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go
make each day be a day full of fun
if there's a game or a girl to be one
do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong)a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance
Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step
Live your life with a zip and a zing
You'll have the world on the end of a string
if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong, a bing, bang, bong
A Bing, Bang, Bong!
Zaterdag 7 januari 1984
O Casamento Dos Pequeno Burgueses
O Casamento Dos Pequeno Burgueses
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Ele faz o noivo correto
E ela faz que quase desmaia
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até que a casa caia
Até que a casa caia
Ele é o empregado discreto
Ela engoma o seu colarinho
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até explodir o ninho
Até explodir o ninho
Ele faz o macho irrequito
E ela faz crianças de monte
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até secar a fonte
Até secar a fonte
Ele é o funcionário completo
E ela aprende a fazer suspiros
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até trocarem tiros
Até trocarem tiros
Ele tem um caso secreto
Ela diz que não sai dos trilhos
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até casarem os filhos
Até casarem os filhos
Ele fala de cianureto
E ela sonha com formicida
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até que alguém decida
Até que alguém decida
Ele tem um velho projeto
Ela tem um monte de estrias
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até o fim dos dias
Até o fim dos dias
Ele às vezes cede um afeto
Ela só se despe no escuro
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até um breve futuro
Até um breve futuro
Ela esquenta a papa do neto
E ele quase que fez fortuna
Vão viver sob o mesmo teto
Até que a morte os una
Até que a morte os una
Vrijdag 6 januari 1984
O Carole
O Carole
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
O Carole
Ne me regarde pas comme ça
Ce soir si je suis là
C'est pour te dire
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Ça ne vaut pas la peine de pleurer pour ça
Tu le remplaceras
D'ici huit jours, tu l'oublieras
Maintenant dans tes yeux
Toute la joie s'est envolée
Sèche tes larmes, oublie tout ça
Avec moi, viens danser
Et quand il saura que tu t'es consolée dans mes bras
Ce jour-là, peut-être, il reviendra vers toi
O Carole
Ne me regarde pas comme ça
Ce soir si je suis là
C'est parc'que tu es tout pour moi
O Carole
Tu danses dans mes bras mais tu es loin de moi
Ouais, tu penses à celui qui ne viendra pas
Mais je crois bien que c'est lui que j'aperçois là-bas
Il vient tout droit vers toi, tu lui souris déjà
Il est trop tard pour moi, c'est bien fini
Et oui, déjà, on dirait qu'il a changé d'avis
O Carole
Ne me regarde comme ça
Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux
C'est bien fini pour moi
O Carole
Ne me regarde comme ça
Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux
C'est bien fini pour moi
Donderdag 5 januari 1984
Barefoot Baby
Barefoot Baby
Composer(s): Carl Barefoot - Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Janis Martin; Laura Jo DeWitt; Shorty Long
The cat I love has got the blues
'Cause his feet won't fit in his blue suede shoes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He can wiggle his hips and wiggle his nose
But the gals go crazy when he wiggles his toes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He's a real cool cat with his crewcut hair
And the cat's meouw when his feet are bare
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
Each time we dance, he says to me
"Kick your shoes off, baby, let your feet fly free"
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my barefoot baby is oh, so sweet
Donderdag 5 januari 1984
O' Captain, My Captain
O' Captain, My Captain
From "American Song"
Composer(s): John Leavitt; Walt Whitman
Performer(s): David Broza
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
The ship has weathered every rack
the prize we sought is won
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths -- for you the shores accrowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread
Walk the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead
Woensdag 4 januari 1984
It Isn't Fair
It Isn't Fair
Composer(s): Richard Himber; Sylvester Sprigato; Frank Warshauer
Performer(s): Rita Smith
and multiple other artists
It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for a day
It isn't fair for you to thrill me
Why do you do the things you do
It isn't fair for you to fill me
With those dreams that can't come true, Dear
Why is it you came into my life
And made it complete
You gave me just a taste of high life
If this is love then I repeat
It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for today
My Darling, it isn't fair
Woensdag 4 januari 1984
Cantador
Cantador
((Adapted from: Like A Lover (by Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66) - 1968))
Composer(s): Dorival Caymmi - Nelson Motta
Performer(s): Patti Cathcart & Tuck Andress - 1989
Amanhece, preciso ir
Meu caminho é sem volta e sem ninguém
Eu vou prá onde a estrada levar
Cantador só sei cantar
Ah! eu canto a dor
Canto a vida e a morte, canto o amor
Cantador não escolhe o seu cantar
Canta o mundo que vê
E pro mundo que vi meu canto é dor
Mas é forte prá espantar a morte
Prá todos ouvirem minha voz
Mesmo longe
De que servem meu canto e eu
Se em meu peito há um amor que não morreu
Ah! se eu soubesse ao menos chorar
Cantador só sei cantar
Ah! Eu canto a dor
De uma vida perdida sem amor
Dinsdag 3 januari 1984
Bangers And Mash
Bangers And Mash
Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren
Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great?
And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates
And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore
I haven't had a decent meal since 1944
Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe
Him: That's all you ever say
Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe
Him: Ever blinking day
Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe
Him: That's all I've heard for years
Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe
Him: It's coming out me ears!
Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake!
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Well alright!
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Tagliatelle
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Vermicelli
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Reporter: 1943: Allied forces land in Italy
Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert
I think she's showing out there
Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then?
Him: Right
Bon-giorno, sig-noreena there
Here, are you married?
Her: Drop-a dead-a
Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?
Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking
He wined me and he dined me every night
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking
But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite
Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph
Her: That's all you ever say
Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph
Her: Ooh! Every blooming day
Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake!
Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make
Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give me a bash with the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was — what are you laughing at now?
Now, this is miserable, please!
Her: Joe?
Him: Yes?
Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat!
Him: Now she's-a tells me
Ha! Mamma mia!
Dinsdag 3 januari 1984
(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away
(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away
Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Maybe I don't wanna know the reason why
But lately you don't talk to me
Darling I can't see me in your eyes
I hold you near but you're so far away
And it's losing you I can't believe
To watch you leave and let this feeling die
You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive
And tomorrow if I'm here without your love
You know I can't survive
Only my love can raise you high above it all
Don't throw it all away, our love, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love, our love
Don't throw it all away, our love
(break)
We can take the darkness and make if full of light
But let your love flow back to me
How can you leave and let this feeling die
This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone
And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on
No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you
We changed the world we made it ours to hold
But dreams are made for those who really try
This losing you is real
But I still feel you here inside
Maandag 2 januari 1984
It Is Obvious
It Is Obvious
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Performer(s): Syd Barrett
It is obvious, may I say oh baby
That it is found on another plane
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars, my stars, a simple cock bars
Only an impulse -- pie in the sky
Mumma listen dolly drift over your mind holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch and she winked an eye
The reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes, my blood red, oh listen
Remember those times I could call through the clear day time
and you'd be there?
And braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
Growing together, the good of each other
Wandering, stumbling, fumbling, rumbling
Minds shot together, our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill wood,
on quarry stood each of us crying
A velvet curtain of gray
marked the blanket where sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn, stranded
My legs moved the last empty inches to you
The softness, the warmth and the weather in suspense
Mog to a grog, the scar of white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together
Maandag 2 januari 1984
(Open Up The Door) Let The Good Times In
(Open Up The Door) Let The Good Times In
Composer(s): Mitch Torok; Ramona Redd
Performer(s): Dean Martin
I woke up this mornin'
Toes out of my shoes
Cold north wind's ahowlin'
Bringin' me the blues
I said, "blues, good mornin'
I don't wanna fight
'Scuse me while I have a smoke
If I can find a light"
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be better than today
I went to that cupboard
Found the cupboard bare
What happened to that sip of wine
I had hidden there
Over in the corner
A little mouse laid on its side
He was wearin' such a grin
I thought the mouse had died
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
I went called my baby
When she got to the phone
I kinda had a little feelin'
My baby was not alone
She said, "daddy, I'm busy
Call some other time"
I don't need that woman, but I sure could use the dime
Open up the door and let the good times in
Don't let nothin' stand in your way
Just open up the door and let the good times in
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Zondag 1 januari 1984
Toys For Tots
