Maandag 3 april 1989
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Maandag 3 april 1989
Poissons Morts
Poissons Morts
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Poissons morts
Qui descendez le cours des fleuves
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Des fleurs
Poissons morts
Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière
Poissons morts
Les hommes jettent des barrières
Toujours entre eux et le bonheur
Et le bonheur
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses
Poissons morts
Que la graisse de mitrailleuse
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
De Dieu
Poissons morts
Qui descendez cette rivière
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je me perds en longs discours
Méchants discours...
Zondag 2 april 1989
Smorgasbord
Smorgasbord
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all
I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord
Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord
Mmm
Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind
I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind
I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord
Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
Zondag 2 april 1989
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring
I do, don't you?
'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We've gained notoriety
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park
Zaterdag 1 april 1989
Casanova (Anita Skorgan)
Casanova
Composer(s): Svein Strugstad - Jonathan King
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1977
See the workman standing in the crowd
Can he hear your heart? – It beats so loud
Eyes so blue and head so gold
Can't believe what you been told
When he looks at you, you feel so proud
Every girl's excited by his smile
He's handsome, he's charming, he's got style
Listen, girl, I'm warning you
Don't go through what I went through
You're just another entry for his file
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
He can come for every girl in town
Hold you close, then run and let you down
Love for him is just a game
Every girl is just the same
Just another jewel for his crown
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
Zaterdag 1 april 1989
Poison Whiskey
Poison Whiskey
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Tishamingo
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
'Hey doctor, won't you check his head?'
The only thing that was wrong with him
Was Johnny Walker's Red
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead
It happened back in the bayou many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head
'Twenty years of rotgut whiskey
Done killed the poor man dead'
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead
Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor
The doctor's gonna shake his head
The only thing he's gonna tell ya
'Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red
Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy'
Vrijdag 31 maart 1989
Smooth
Smooth
Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur
First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999
Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool
My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame
In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Vrijdag 31 maart 1989
Poison Ivy
Poison Ivy
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters
She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her get under your skin
Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
La la la la
la la la la
la la la la
Donderdag 30 maart 1989
Boom Boom Boomerang
Boom Boom Boomerang
Composer(s): Georg Herrnstadt; Willi Resetarits; Herbert Zöchling-Tampier; Lukas Resetarits
First performance by: Schmetterlinge - 1977
Music is love for you and me
Music is money for the record company
Musik liegt wieder in der Luft
Mmm ... das ist der ganz besond´re Duft
Der großen Welt, die uns gefällt
Deejay vor dem Mikrophon
Leg uns jetzt auf den Plattenteller
(Den Schlager der Saison)
Moneten bringt der Superseller
Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Also sprach Big Brother´s Voice
'Super-Hits für Girls and Boys'
Yeah!
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Ein gutes Lied ist pures Gold
(Das hören die Konzernherrn
Von Nashville bis Luzern gern)
Und der Dollar rockt und rollt
Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Album oder Single
Klingel, Kassa, klingel!
Rhythm and Blues, Rock 'n' Roll
Reggae, Shuffle oder Soul
Clap your hands, slap your feet
Und kauf dir diesen Superhit
Yeah!
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Ein Lied ist wie ein Boomerang
(Boom Boom Boomerang)
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
(Who?) Me and you
(Who?) Me and you
Donderdag 30 maart 1989
Poison Heart
Poison Heart
Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey
Performer(s): The Ramones;
and various other artists
No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
Woensdag 29 maart 1989
Smoking Gun
Smoking Gun
Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray
Performer(s): Robert Cray
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone
I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone
I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun
Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun
But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb
I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum
And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun
I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done
I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun
I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum
Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun
Yeah still hot, smokin gun
Yes they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Oh they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Knocked me down, taken it
Woensdag 29 maart 1989
Pois É
Pois É
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists
Pois é
Fica o dito e o redito por não dito
E é difícil dizer que foi bonito
É inútil cantar o que perdi
Taí
Nosso mais-que-perfeito está desfeito
E o que me parecia tão direito
Caiu desse jeito sem perdão
Então
Disfarçar minha dor eu não consigo
Dizer: somos sempre bons amigos
É muita mentira para mim
Enfim
Hoje na solidão ainda custo
A entender como o amor foi tão injusto
Pra quem só lhe foi dedicação
Pois é, e então ...
Dinsdag 28 maart 1989
Smokin' In The Boys' Room
Smokin' In The Boys' Room
Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz
First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973
How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days
Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case?
From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend?
Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
But I found a way to get out of 'em
Let me tell you about it!
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!"
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
All right!
Oh, put me to work, in the school book store
Check out counter and I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later, you know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
One mo'!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!
Dinsdag 28 maart 1989
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): The Partridge Family
Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good
and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood
Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise
Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes
Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed
and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost
She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near
'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home
Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time
She didn't know who or where she was
"And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine"
Real good friend of mine
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
And help me get home, help me get home
Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears
Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years
Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might
Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home
(Repeat)
Maandag 27 maart 1989
Une Petite Française
Une Petite Française
Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville
Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977
Je n'suis pas Marilyn
Je n'aime pas la nuit
Et dans les magazines
Je ne lis pas ma vie
Je suis une provinciale
Je n'ai pas lu Pascal
J'ai une vie normale
C'est presque original
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Je n'suis pas une idole
Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit
Je vis mes années folles
Toujours loin de Paris
Et sans avoir de Rolls
Il n'y a pas mieux je crois
Quand je vois quelques gosses
Qui jouent autour de moi
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Maandag 27 maart 1989
Point Blank
Point Blank
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Do you still say your prayers little darlin'
do you go to bed at night
Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tommorow's fall in number
in number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
you don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time
little girl that's a fact
Right between the eyes, baby, point blank
right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell
You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
but what they asked baby wasn't right
you didn't have to live that life
I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don't wait on Romeo's
you wait on that welfare check
and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have
and on all the promises
That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
and it's one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again
baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin' at the bar
it was hard to hear
The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go
Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain
You didn't answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away
like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away
Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot right through the heart
Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it
Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights
Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love
girl, did you forget how to fight
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
'Cause point blank
bang bang baby you're dead
Zondag 26 maart 1989
Smokin'
Smokin'
Composer(s): Bradley Delp; Tom Scholz
Performer(s): Boston
We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock and roll
You've gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control
We're getting' high today
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
Smokin' Smokin'
I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Get your feet to the floor everybody rock and roll
You've got nothing' to lose it's just rhythm and blues that's all
You're gonna feel okay
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
Smokin' Smokin'
I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to a boogie tonight
Clap you hands, move your feet, if you don't know it won't see right
We're getting' high today
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Yea you know we're getting high today
We'll pick you up and take you way get down tonight...Alright!
Zondag 26 maart 1989
Point
Point
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
Mal en point
Et il me tient
Fort comme un point
Faible sait faire à ce point
C'est un point pas acquis
Un point noir dans ma vie
Jamais un point d'appuis
Point
Pour faire le point
J'essaie de l'interroger plus ou moins
C'est en vain
De point en point
Je tourne en rond
Point d'interrogation
Point sensible qui fait mal
Et pourtant point vital
Et peut-être point final
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
Mal en point
Et il me tient
Fort comme un point
Faible sait faire à ce point
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien...
Zaterdag 25 maart 1989
It's Nice To Be In Love Again
It's Nice To Be In Love Again
First performance by: The Swarbriggs Plus Two - 1977
The sweetest thrill is knowing you're wanted
Never thought I'd feel it again
So long ago I almost forgot it
It's coming back like and old refrain
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You say hello and you know it's love
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
The sweetest thrill, I couldn't believe it
I hadn't even a friend
This heart of mine was thinking of leaving
Until you came walking 'round that bend
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when you say hello
And you know it's love
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when you say hello
Zaterdag 25 maart 1989
Poinciana (Song Of The Tree)
