Vrijdag 5 mei 1989
Snow Flake
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Snow Flake
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Vrijdag 5 mei 1989
Poor Jerusalem
Poor Jerusalem
Spanish Title: Pobre Jerusalén
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice
Performer(s): Amy Ray
Jesus:
Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews
Nor Judas, nor the twelve, nor the Priests, nor the scribes
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all... understand at all
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes
But you close your eyes
While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem
To conquer death you only have to die
You only have to die
Donderdag 4 mei 1989
Questo Amore
Questo Amore
Composer(s): Sergio Bardotti; Mauro Lusini; E. Picciotta
First performance by: Ricchi e Poveri - 1978
Questo amore, tu mi piaci da morire
Questo amore, dai, smettiamo di ballare
Questo amore, qui fa caldo usciamo un po’?
Questo amore, io domani non lavoro
Io nemmeno la tua bocca sulla mia
Che fatica, andare via, cominciava cosi
Cosi con niente
La giostra che va e la testa mi gira
Raccontala giusta e non avere paura, no
Scommetti che mi vuoi bene
Andiamo insieme, ancora un po’, ancora piu su
Questo amore, tu mi piaci da morire
Non parlare, non riesco a respirare
Questo amore, acqua viva su di me
E’ vero ti voglio bene
Questo amore, le tue unghie, le mie braccia
La tua faccia, la tua bocca sulla mia
Che fatica andare via, ma perche andare via
Questo amore, quanti giochi improvisati
Due bambini non sarebbero mai stati
Piu vicini, piu impossibili di noi
Donderdag 4 mei 1989
Poor Jenny
Poor Jenny
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists
I took my little Jenny to a party last night
At ten o'clock it ended in a heck of a fight
When someone hit my Jenny she went out like a light
Poor Jenny
And then some joker went and called the cops on the phone
So everybody scattered out for places unknown
I couldn't carry Jenny so I left her alone
Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this morning
She made it with a bang
According to the story in the paper this morning
Jenny is the leader of a teenage gang
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail
Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope
I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail
Poor Jenny
I went downtown to see her, she was locked in a cell
She wasn't very glad to see me, that I could tell
In fact, to tell the truth, she wasn't looking too well
Poor Jenny
Her eye was black, her face was red, her hair was a fright
She looked as though she'd been crying half of the night
I told her I was sorry, she said "Get out of sight"
Poor Jenny
It seems a shame that Jenny had to go get apprehended, a heck of a fate
This party was the first one she ever had attended
It had to happen on our very first date
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail
Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail
I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail
Poor Jenny
Woensdag 3 mei 1989
Snow Deer
Snow Deer
Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists
Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pines
While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale
Your cowboy lover, your heart will cover
Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait
For you and me by the trees in the dale
Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail
My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear
From your side I'll never part
Every trail leads to your heart
It's time to marry, no time to tarry
Let me carry you away from here
My sweet Snow Deer
The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some
Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me
We'll crown the story with love and glory
Now after all must I fall, hear my call
And fly away while we may, can't you see
Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be
Woensdag 3 mei 1989
Poor Fool
Poor Fool
Composer(s): Ike Turner
Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner
I want to tell all of you
that ain't doin' nothin' for me
and can't do nothing for me
You should tend to your business
and leave mine alone
Because as far as this man is concerned
I wanna tell ya he's mine
(you've been a fool too long)
now let me tell ya he's mine
(wake up and he's gone)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
(we know how you feel)
yeh eh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
he's mine
(but is it love for real) I'm not ashamed
(poor fool)
cause he's my man
(says who?)
and he's mine
(you've been a fool too long)
Now listen, this man is mine
he's my every thought
I'd give him prussia
if it could be bought
I'm not ashamed of nothing I do
I'd guide a missile if he told me to
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
The man is mine
(you been a fool too long)
And listen, if I make my bed hard
that's where I'm gonna sleep
you people talking means nothing to me
I work my fingers right down to the bone
doin' the things to please him right or wrong
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
the man is mine
(you been a fool too long)
ohh he's a mine
(you've been a fool too long)
and let me tell ya he's mine
(wake up and he's gone)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
(we know how you feel)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he mine
(but is it love for real?)
I'm not ashamed
(poor fool)
'cause he's my man
(says who?)
and he's mine
(you've been a fool too long)
And listen, I'm with my man in every way
Don't keep him hoppin' each and every day
I'll never hurt him or make him frown
I'm with my man if he's up or down
'cause he's mine
(poor fool)
I know he's mine
(says who?)
the man is mine
(you've been a fool too long)
And ohhhhhhhh he's a mine
(you've been a fool too long)
Now let me tell you he's mine
(wake up and he's gone)
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
(we know how you feel)
yeh yeh yeh yeh
he's mine
Dinsdag 2 mei 1989
Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna
Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Spegel, spegel på väggen där
Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är
Det fanns en gång för länge sen
En flicka så skön som en vårbris
Och hon hette Snövit
Hon levede i ett gammalt slott
Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll
Snövit var för vacker
Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol
Och hennes hud var vit
Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon
För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land
Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man
Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann
Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus
Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit
Hon städade, hon diskade
När dvärgarna jobbade hårt
I en liten gruva
Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu
Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju
Snövit hon var vacker
Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig
Hon kom på besök
Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt
För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på
Att någon vill göra illa henne så
Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav
Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död
När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen
Fann de att Snövit var död,
De grät av saknad många dar
Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg
Men ridandes det kom en prins
Upp på en häst så vit
Han Snövit tog uti sin famn
Och kysste henne ömt
Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!
Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn
Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng
För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann
Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land
Dinsdag 2 mei 1989
Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley)
Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley)
Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell
Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends
Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way
Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day
Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave
Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day
Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Tribute
I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me
I said it's all about a man
Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him
Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him
Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him
Good morning Robert Johnson son
You built your life before your song was sung
People agree and now you're number one
So sad to think we had to wait so long
It keeps on getting better every day
And maybe someday soon, people will say
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion
Maandag 1 mei 1989
Born To Sing (Colm C.T. Wilkinson)
Born To Sing
Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson
First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978
I said: "It would never work"
You said: "Let us try"
I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry"
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on
And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music
(Couldn't stop the music)
No, I couldn't stop the music
Because I...
Hey, I was born...
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing
Maandag 1 mei 1989
Poor Butterfly
Poor Butterfly
Composer(s): Hubble; Golden
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
There’s a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely ‘neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly’s her name
A sweet little innocent child was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love the American way
To love with a soul ‘twas easy to learn
Then he sailed away with a promise to return
Poor Butterfly ‘neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low
The moon and I
Know that he’ll be faithful
I’m sure he’ll come to me by and by
But if he won’t come back
Then I’ll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
Zondag 30 april 1989
Snortin' Whiskey
Snortin' Whiskey
Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers
First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
All over town
I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down
I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around
I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Insanity
Snortin' whiskey, drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and I'm, I'm drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Got this feelin', I'm gonna drive that gurl insane.....
Zondag 30 april 1989
Poor Boy Lookin' For A Home
Poor Boy Lookin' For A Home
Composer(s): Melvin Schmidt
Performer(s): Glen Campbell
Well-a old Mister fox done found him a home
Down in the ground so deep
Well, the fox got a place to call his own
He got a place to sleep
Old Mister coon got a real fine home
High in the hollow tree
Well the coon's got a place he can call his own
But there ain't no place for me
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Well the boll weevil find him a cotton boll
He move all his kin folk in
He found a place that is mighty snug
Down by the cotton gin
Well the bee's got a home in the honey hive
Honey in the honey comb
Well, old Mister bee's gotta keep alive
While the poor boy's lookin' for a home
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Oh the catfish home is a muddy pond
He just eat and swim
Well, he don't cry when the crawdad's gone
Tadpole's fine with him
Crow's found a nest in a tree top tall
He never pay no rent
Well the poor boy's got him no home at all
He ain't got a livin' cent
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Zaterdag 29 april 1989
L'oiseau Et L'enfant
L'oiseau Et L'enfant
Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara
First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau
Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues
Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent
Belle la chanson naissante des vagues
Abandonnées au sable blanc
Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète
Qui en chantant, invente l'amour
Pour que la vie s'habille de fête
Et que la nuit se change en jour
Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève
Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds
Où les matins effeuillent les rêves
Pour nous donner un monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.
Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre
Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir
Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde
Viens allumer mon soleil noir
Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre
Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps
Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière
Pour ceux qui ont un cœur d'enfant
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
Zaterdag 29 april 1989
Poor Boy Blues
Poor Boy Blues
Composer(s): Paul Kennerley
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins
Do I want you? Yes I do
Do I need you? Baby you know it's true
But I ain't got nothin' that you can use
So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues
One day, baby, you will see
You're gonna give all your love to me
I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose
But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues
Pick it son, pick it nice
Things won't always be the same
Someday soon, everything will change
You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
Vrijdag 28 april 1989
Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron
Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron
(Italian Version: Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso)
Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler
First release by: The Royal Guardsmen - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down--"Curses, foiled again!"
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany ...
Vrijdag 28 april 1989
Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland
And I've travelled many days to reach this place
to make my stand
Oh, I fell in with a merry band and drank away the hours
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood
The city boys and the country boys they come from miles around
To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand
Of the thieving dukes and abbots and the gentry of the land
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong
Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home
The dancing girls and the open fires, and the wine that flows like water
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Donderdag 27 april 1989
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
(Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966)
Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber
Achtung Achtung!
Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?
Questa è la storia senza pietà
Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa
Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì
L'uccello di guerra nacque così
In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì
E col suo apparecchio veloce salì
Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò
Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Ogni speranza piano piano svanì
Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì
Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù
Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più
Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò
Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò
Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così
Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Donderdag 27 april 1989
Poor Boy (Elvis Presley)
Poor Boy
Composer(s): Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow
I don't have a horse to pull the plow
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I got a dolly like you
I got a dolly like
I got a dolly like you
Woensdag 26 april 1989
A Million In One, Two, Three
A Million In One, Two, Three
Composer(s): Luc Smets
First performance by: Dream Express - 1977
A million in one, two, three
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
My bedroom wall's covered with glamour
The Lido in December would not be bad
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Ships and sails, Formula races
Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
Woensdag 26 april 1989
Poor Baby
