Zaterdag 14 januari 1984
It Makes No Difference
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It Makes No Difference
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Zaterdag 14 januari 1984
O Divã
O Divã
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Relembro a casa com varanda
Muitas flores na janela
Minha mãe lá dentro dela
Me dizia num sorriso
Mas na lágrima um aviso
Pra que eu tivesse cuidado
Na partida pro futuro
Eu ainda era puro
Mas num beijo disse adeus
Minha casa era modesta
Mas eu estava seguro
Não tinha medo de nada
Não tinha medo de escuro
Não temia trovoada
Meus irmãos à minha volta
E o meu pai sempre de volta
Trazia o suor no rosto
Nenhum dinheiro no bolso
Mas trazia esperanças
Essas recordações me matam (3x)
Por isso eu venho aqui
Relembro bem a festa, o apito
E na multidão o grito
O sangue no ninho branco
A paz de quem carregava
Em seus braços quem chorava
E no céu ainda olhava
E encontrava esperança
De um dia tão distante
Pelo menos por instantes
Encontrar a paz sonhada
Eu venho aqui me deito e falo
Pra você que só escuta
Não entende a minha luta
Afinal, de que me queixo
São problemas superados
Mas o meu passado vive
Em tudo que eu faço agora
Ele está no meu presente
Mas eu apenas desabafo
Confusões da minha mente
Vrijdag 13 januari 1984
It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane
It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane
Composer(s): Edgar Leslie; Joe Burke
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo
and multiple other artists
Buds wil soon be flowers
Birds will sing of spring
Now's the time when love
Should bloom for me...
It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
The sunshine of your smile's no longer there
It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
Your golden voice no longer fills the air
The rippling notes have left the old mill stream
There's nothing left for me but just a dream
There'd be no rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
If you were there to tell me that you care
Vrijdag 13 januari 1984
O Dio Mio
O Dio Mio
Performer(s): Joan Regan
O dio mio, I love him so
O dio mio, please let him know
How much I need him
How much I want him
How much I long for his love
O dio mio, what can I do?
You make him tell me
He loves me too
If he would love me
Oh what a thrill that would be
If he loved me
Each time I hear the church bells chime
I dream of him and he is mine
O dio mio, I love him so
O dio mio, please let him know
How much I need him
How much I long for his love
How much I need him
How much I long for his love
Make him my love
Make him my love
O dio mio
Donderdag 12 januari 1984
It Keeps You Runnin'
It Keeps You Runnin'
Composer(s): Michael McDonald
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
and multiple other artists
Say, where you gonna go
Girl, where you gonna hide?
You go on leavin' out your heart
And all it's sayin' deep inside
From here I can feel your heartbeat
Oh you got me all wrong
You ain't got no worry
You just been lonely too long
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
Oh, you know how I feel
Hey, you know I been there
But what you're keepin' to your self
Oh you know it just ain't fair
Are you gonna worry
For the rest of your life
Why you in such a hurry
To be lonely one more night?
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
Donderdag 12 januari 1984
O Death
O Death
Traditional
Performer(s): Ralph Stanley
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Won't you spare me over till another year
Won't you spare me over till another year
Won't you spare me over till another year
Woensdag 11 januari 1984
Runaround
Runaround
Composer(s): Chuck Berry; Cirino Colacrai
Performer(s): The Fleetwoods
I'll never be the one to part
Youve found a place here in my heart
Go have your fun, runaround
I'll never leave you, I'm forever bound
The streets are noisy, I'm all alone
I sit and wait, dear, for you to phone
Go have your fun
Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams
(and waited and waited and waited) x12
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found
Ooh
Settle down, runaround
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Go have your fun
I'll have my fun
Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams
(and waited and waited and waited) x12
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found
Ooh
Settle down, runaround
I'll never be the one to part
Youve found a place here in my heart
Go have your fun
Go have your fun runaround
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