Zondag 12 november 1989
Sognando E Risognando
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Zondag 12 november 1989
Pretty Vacant
Pretty Vacant
Composer(s): Paul Cook; Steve Jones;
Glen Matlock; Johnny Rotten
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason, it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop your cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Ah, but now and we don't care
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason, it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Ah, but now and we don't care pretty, a pretty vacant
Care
Zaterdag 11 november 1989
Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique
Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique
(Dutch Version: Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven - 2002)
Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans
First release by: Stella - 1982
C'est si doux le matin se lever en musique
Ça rend un peu fou, mais le réveil est plus euphorique
Elle te suit partout pendant toute la journée
Et tous tes ennuis s'envolent aussitôt en fumée
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi
Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera
N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix
Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
La chanson, c'est ce qu'il y a de plus fantastique
Aussi nous chantons sur toutes les surfaces géographiques
Le bonheur se trouve souvent dans une musique
Et la bonne humeur, c'est comme une fleur vraiment magique
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi
Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera
N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix
Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi
Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera
N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix
Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
Zaterdag 11 november 1989
Pretty Thing
Pretty Thing
Performer(s): Bo Diddley;
and various other artists
You pretty thing
Let me buy you a wedding ring
Let me hear the choir sing
Oh you pretty thing
You pretty thing
Let me walk you down the aisle
Darling, it’s where our love is found
Oh you pretty thing
Let me kiss you gentle
Squeeze and hold you tight
Let me give all my love
The rest of my life
You pretty thing
Let me hold you by my side
And become my blushing bride
You pretty thing
Pretty thing
Let me dedicate my life
You will always be my wife
Oh you pretty thing
Vrijdag 10 november 1989
Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven
Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven
(Adapted from: Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique - 1982)
Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans
Performer(s): M-Kids - 2002
soms is't net
of je leven echt geen cent meer waard is
je kijkt links en rechts
't lijkt alsof het oorlog in je straat is
'k vraag me af
of dadt iets van tijdelijke aard is
ga ik straks naar bed
droom ik dat het morgen weer voorbij is
als je een auto ziet komen
blijf daar dan niet staan
loop zo gauw je hem ziet
of je haalt je 18 niet
ren je rot voor je leven
of 't is zo voorbij
loop zo hard je kan
of je krijgt ervan
duik vlug weg
als er weer zo'n auto aan komt scheuren
't is geluk of pech
kruis je vingers
't zal je maar gebeuren
haast en spoed
is niet goed dat heb ik moeten leren
maar zij zijn een deugd
hoe moet je je anders nog verweren
als je een auto ziet komen
blijf daar dan niet staan
loop zo gauw je hem ziet
of je haalt je 18 niet
ren je rot voor je leven
of 't is zo voorbij
loop zo hard je kan
of je krijgt ervan
Vrijdag 10 november 1989
Pretty Shitty Days
Pretty Shitty Days (aka My Young And Troubled Days)
French Title: Mes Emmerdes
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less
I learned the game, wanting fame, and success
I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time
My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes
A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams
The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost
My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Crazy times I shared with all my pals
Burning love I made with all my gals
And the shitty days I now recall
Never could have been really so heavy at all
I'm very proud, proud of myself
Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well
Got my health, my wealth, what the hell
Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss
My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days
All the careless days of fooling 'round
Weighing up the balance I have found
That those shitty days I now recall
Never could have been really so heavy at all
Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade
The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid
We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all
My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days
Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous
Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals
And those pretty shitty days
Donderdag 9 november 1989
Sogna Ragazzo Sogna
Sogna Ragazzo Sogna
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
E ti diranno parole rosse come il sangue, nere come la notte
ma non è vero, ragazzo, che la ragione sta sempre col più forte
io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero
e naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo
Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro
stringi i pugni, ragazzo, non lasciargliela vinta neanche un momento
copri l'amore, ragazzo, ma non nasconderlo sotto il mantello
a volte passa qualcuno, a volte c'è qualcuno che deve vederlo
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando sale il vento nelle vie del cuore
quando un uomo vive per le sue parole o non vive più
sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non lasciarlo solo contro questo mondo
non lasciarlo andare, sogna fino in fondo, fallo pure tu ...
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando cala il vento ma non è finita
quando muore un uomo per la stessa vita che sognavi tu
sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non cambiare un verso della tua canzone
non lasciare un treno fermo alla stazione, non fermarti tu ...
Lasciali dire che al mondo quelli come te perderanno sempre
perchè hai già vinto, lo giuro, e non ti possono fare più niente
passa ogni tanto la mano su un viso di donna, passaci le dita
nessun regno è più grande di questa piccola cosa che è la vita
E la vita è così forte che attraversa i muri per farsi vedere
la vita è così vera che sembra impossibile doverla lasciare
la vita è così grande che quando sarai sul punto di morire
pianterai un ulivo, convinto ancora di vederlo fiorire
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, quando lei si volta, quando lei non torna
quando il solo passo che fermava il cuore non lo senti più
sogna, ragazzo, sogna, passeranno i giorni, passerà l'amore
passeran le notti, finirà il dolore, sarai sempre tu
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, piccolo ragazzo nella mia memoria
tante volte tanti dentro questa storia: non vi conto più
sogna, ragazzo, sogna, ti ho lasciato un foglio sulla scrivania
manca solo un verso a quella poesia, puoi finirla tu
Vedi a volte sognare non guasta
Ciao Marco
Donderdag 9 november 1989
Pretty Saro
Pretty Saro
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Judy Collins;
and various other artists
Down in some lone valley
In a lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle
And their notes do increase
Farewell pretty Saro
I bid you adieu
But I'll dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
My love, she won't have me
So I understand
She wants a freeholder
Who owns house and land
I cannot maintain her
With silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things
That a big house can hold
If I were a merchant
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand
I'd write it by the river
Where the waters o'er- flow
And I'll dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
Woensdag 8 november 1989
Sonntag
Sonntag
Composer(s): Michael Mell - Rudolf Leve
First performance by: Mess - 1982
Heut' ist Sonntag, ein kleiner Sonntag
Ein feiner Sonntag, so könnt' es immer bleiben
Jeden Sonntag vergeht der Sonntag
Wie immer, viel zu schnell
Jeden Sonntag bin ich alleine
Bei mir zu Hause auf meiner kleinen Insel
Und am Sonntag fühl' ich mich immer
Wie Freitag und Robinson
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Sonnensonntag ob Regensonntag
An jedem Sonntag fühl' ich mich wunderbar
Denn Sonntagmorgen bis Sonntagabend
Lieg' ich in meinem Himmelbett
Jeder Sonntag beginnt mit Montag
Wird schön am Mittwoch
Und dauert dann bis Freitag
Und der Samstag ist fast schon Sonntag
Da geht's erst richtig los
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Woensdag 8 november 1989
Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green
Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green
Composer(s): Harry Clifton
Performer(s): Harry Clifton
I am a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed
Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid
Who lived on board and wages, the house to keep clean
In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer
A voice like a blackbird, so mellow and clear
Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long
I thought that she loved me but I found I was wrong
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk below"
At the sound of my milk cans her face she did show
With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye
If I'd thought that she loved me I'd have laid down to die
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I asked her to marry me, she said "Oh what stuff"
And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough
Of my nonsense... At the same time, I'd been very kind
But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
"The man that has me must have silver and gold
A chariot to ride in and be handsome and bold
His hair must be curly as any watch-spring,
And his whiskers as big as a brush for clothing"
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
The words that she uttered went straight through my heart
I sobbed and I sighed, and I straight did depart
With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean
I bid farewell to Polly and to Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl
But it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Nearl
It was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss
It was a bow-legged conductor of a tuppenny bus
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
Dinsdag 7 november 1989
Soft-Sell Conclusion
Soft-Sell Conclusion
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention
A lot of people don't bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom
They think: Oh, ah, what can I say?
What can a person like myself say to a vegetable?
But the answer is simple, my friends
Just call, and tell them how you feel about muffins...pumpkins...wax paper...
Caledonia, Mahoganies, elbows ...green things in general...
and soon, a new rapport...you and your new little green and yellow buddies, grooving together...
Oh, no! Maintaining your coolness together!
Worshipping together in the church of your choice...(only in America...)
Call any vegetable
Call it by name
Aw, you gotta call one today
When you get off the train
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
Wow! That the vegetable will *Respond* to you
Oh, no! Can you see them responding?
The pumpkin is breathing hard...h-h-h-h
H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h - H - Hhhhhhhhhhhh!
(What a pumpkin!)
Dinsdag 7 november 1989
Pretty Polly
Pretty Polly
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Judy Collins
“Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me
Before we get married, some pleasure to see”
She jumped up behind him and away they did ride
She jumped up behind him, away they did go
Over the mountains, and valleys so low
“Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m a feared for my life
Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m a feared for my life
I’m afraid you mean to murder me, and leave me behind..”
“Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right
Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right
I’ve been diggin’ your grave, for the best part of last night”
She knelt down before him, pleading for her life
She knelt down before him, pleading for her life
“Let me be a single girl, if I can't be your wife..”
He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow
He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow
And into the grave, Pretty Polly did go
He through a little dirt on her and started for home
He through a little dirt over her and started for home
Leaving nobody there, but the wild birds to moan..
A debt to the devil, Willie must pay
A debt to the devil, Willie must pay
For killing Pretty Polly
And running, and running, and running, and running away
Maandag 6 november 1989
Dag Efter Dag
Dag Efter Dag
Composer(s): Monica Forsberg - Lasse Holm
First performance by: Chips - 1982
Nu är det nå't stort på gång
Ja, snart ska nånting hända
Ingenting kan ändra det
Och nu är det för sent att vända
Lika bra att det är sagt
För du har ändå märkt det
Hur som helst, så känns det helt okej
Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig
Dag efter dag
Gång på gång var jag på väg
Dag efter dag
Gång på gång, tog steg för steg
Men nu var det nå't som sa mig
Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
Så ska det va
Du och jag
Dag efter dag
Satsar allt på samma kort
Har inget att förlora
Säger vad jag känner nu
Och inga ord kan bli för stora
Sen den dag jag såg dig här
Förstod jag vad jag saknat
Hör nu på, ja lyssna nu på mig
Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig
Dag efter dag
Gång på gång var jag på väg
Dag efter dag
Gång på gång, tog steg för steg
Men nu var det nå't som sa mig
Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
Så ska det va
Du och jag
Dag efter dag
Jag hörde nånting inom mig
Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
Så ska det va
Du och jag
Dag efter dag
Du och jag
Dag efter dag
Dag efter dag
Maandag 6 november 1989
Pretty Paper
Pretty Paper
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Roy Orbison - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
(The pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue)
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won’t pass him by
Should you stop?, better not, much too busy
You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Zondag 5 november 1989
Softly, Softly (The Equals)
Softly, Softly
Composer(s): Eddy Grant
Performer(s): The Equals
I love Jenny - Jenny loves me
I'm in trouble as you will see
I went to see Lucy (Lucy)
This morning at half past three (Whoopie)
The floorboard started to squeak
Softly
softly
softly
softly
softly
(Hey
hey
hey)
Hold on Baby
I'm coming
I'm in trouble - Trouble loves me
Great confusion
Lord help me!
Beginning of the end for me (Whoopie)
And I didn't even kiss Lucy (Lucy)
But Jenny was so moisy
Softly
softly
softly
softly
softly
(Hey
hey
hey)
Hold on Baby
I'm coming
I said
I love Jenny - Jenny loves me
I'm in trouble as you will see
I went to see Lucy (Lucy)
This morning at half past three (Whoopie)
The floorboard started to squeak
Softly
softly
softly ...
Zondag 5 november 1989
Pretty Mary
Pretty Mary
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jimmie Driftwood
At the foot of yonder mountain
There runs a clear stream
At the foot of yonder mountain
There lives a fair queen
She's handsome, she's proper
And her ways are complete
And I ask no better pastime
Than to kneel at her feet
Her father don't like me
And I understand
He's promised Lord Randall
Her lily white hand
Lord Randall has silver
Lord Randall has gold
But she'd rather shiver
With me in the cold
Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
I'd give all I own
If I had pretty Mary
In the moonlight alone
Her father declares
I shall see her no more
Her mother forbids me
To knock on her door
They've locked her in a strong room
Where I've never been
And only Lord Randall
Is allowed to go in
I wish I was an eagle
Like an eagle I'd fly
I'd fly over the ocean
And the mountains tops high
I'd fly to her window
With a wild eagle scream
And take my pretty Mary
To the land of my dreams
Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
I'd give all I own
If I had Pretty Mary
In the moonlight alone
I'd take her to a cabin
On a mountain top wild
And care for Pretty Mary
Like she was my child
I'd fight the Lord Randall
If he ever came nie
For the love of pretty Mary
I gladly would die
Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
I'd give all I own
If I had Pretty Mary
In a home of my own
Zaterdag 4 november 1989
Softly, Softly (Ruby Murray)
Softly, Softly
Composer(s): P. Duden - M. Paul - P. Roberts
Performer(s): Ruby Murray
Softly, softly come to me
Touch my lips so tenderly
Softly, softly turn the key
And open up my heart
Handle me with gentleness
And say you'll leave me never
In the warth of your caress
My love will live for ever and ever
So softly, softly come to me
Touch my lips so tenderly
Softly, softly turn the key
And open up my heart
Softly, softly turn the key
And open up my heart
Zaterdag 4 november 1989
Pretty Maids All In Row
Pretty Maids All In Row
Composer(s): Joe Walsh; Joe Vitale
Performer(s): Eagles; Dark One Lite
Hi there
How are 'ya?
It's been a long time
Seems like we've come a long way
My, but we learn so slow
and heroes, they come
and they go
and leave us behind as if
we're s'pposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
and why must we grow up so fast?
And all you wishing well fools
with your fortunes
someone should send you a rose with
love from a friend
It's nice to here from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember places to go
Pretty Maids all in a Row
Oh, oh oh, oh......
Vrijdag 3 november 1989
Mono I Agapi
Mono I Agapi
Composer(s): Anna Vissi
First performance by: Anna Vissi - 1982
Tipota the meni, tipota the zi
Ola zvinun, hanonde, san ilios, sa vrohi
Ma pano apo sena, pano apo mena
Pano ap' ola iparhi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi
Ti 'ne i zoi mas, ligo an to skeftis
Tha 'klines ta matia su, the tha 'theles na dis
Ma piso ap' ta lathi, t' anthropina pathi
Pano ap' ola iparhi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi, ke zi...
I zoi mas perna, ki oti fevgi pona, piso the irna
Ki omos kati mas krata
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi
Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
Mono i agapi ke zi
Vrijdag 3 november 1989