Zondag 30 december 1990
Sometimes When We Touch
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Sometimes When We Touch
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Zondag 30 december 1990
Pump It Up
Pump It Up
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said, "That's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat"
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure centre, hell-bent or heaven-sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Zaterdag 29 december 1990
Goodbye Earl
Goodbye Earl
Composer(s): Dennis Linde
First release by: Dixie Chicks - 1999
Covered by multiple other artists
Mary-Ann and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H Club
Both active in the F.F.A.
After graduation Mary-Ann went out
Lookin' for a brand new world
Wanda looked all around this town
And all she found was Earl
Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married
That Wanda started gettin' abused
She put on dark glasses, long sleeve blouses
And make-up to cover a bruise
Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care
Right away Mary-Ann flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand as they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em long to decide
That Earl had to die
Goodbye, Earl, those black eyed peas
They tasted alright to me Earl, you're feelin?' weak
Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their hats and said, "Thank you, ladies
If you hear from him let us know?"
Well, the weeks went by and
Spring turned to summer and summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land and a roadside stand
Out on Highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don't lose any sleep at night
'Cause Earl had to die
Goodbye, Earl, we need a break
Lets go out to the lake, Earl, we'll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk Earl, well, is that alright?
Good, let's go for a ride, Earl, hey
Well, hey, hey, hey
Oh, hey, hey, hey
Well, hey, hey, hey
Zaterdag 29 december 1990
Puisque Vous Partez En Voyage
Puisque Vous Partez En Voyage
Composer(s): Mireille Darc; Jean Franc Nohain
Performer(s): Mireille Darc;
and various other artists
Savez-vous que c'est la première fois
que nous nous séparons depuis que c'est arrivé?
Remarquez que ça ne fait que quinze jours!...
Evidemment quinze jours ce n'est pas très long...
mais songez tout de même à ce que ça fait d'heures!...
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Puisque nous nous quittons ce soir
Mon cœur fait son apprentissage
Je veux sourire avec courage
Voyez j'ai posé vos bagages
Marche avant, côté du couloir
Et pour les grands signaux d'usage
J'ai préparé mon grand mouchoir
Dans un instant le train démarre
Je resterai seul sur le quai
Et je vous verrai de la gare
Me dire adieu là-bas avec votre bouquet
Promettez-moi d'être bien sage
De penser à moi tous les jours
Et revenez dans notre cage
Où je guette votre retour
Voilà, je vous ai trouvé une bonne place dans un compartiment
où il y a une grosse dame et un vieux curé avec une barbe blanche
Et puis je vous ai acheté deux livres...
Le premier, c'est la vie des saintes...
Et l'autre, c'est l'exemple de bienheureuse Ernestine...
Cela vous plaît?
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Vous m'avez promis ma chérie
De m'écrire quatorze pages
Tous les matins ou davantage
Pour que je voie votre visage
Baissez la vitre je vous prie
C'est affreux je perds tout courage
Soudain je déteste Paris
Le contrôleur crie: "En voiture"
Le cochon il sait pourtant bien
Que je dois rester, mais je jure
Que s'il le crie encore une fois, moi je viens
J'ai mon amour pour seul bagage
Et tout le reste je m'en fous
Puisque vous partez en voyage
Ma chérie... je pars avec vous
Vrijdag 28 december 1990
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Composer(s): Glen Burtnik - Patty Smyth
Performer(s): Patti Smyth & Don Henley; Styx
Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side
And I don't want to hate you
I don't want to take you, but I don't want to be the one to cry
And that don't really matter to anyone anymore
But like a fool I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you
Baby, you don't have to take the fall
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you
Maybe I just want to have it all
It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something's gonna change
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
And there's no way home, when it's late at night and you're all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed
there beside you, where I used to lay?
And there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough
Oh, Oh, Oh, No
Vrijdag 28 december 1990
Puisque L'amour Commande
Puisque L'amour Commande
Composer(s): Enrico Macias; Jacques Demarny
Performer(s): Enrico Macias
{Refrain:}
Puisque l'amour commande
Laissons-le commander
Les amants qui attendent
Sont pressés de s'aimer
Puisque l'amour commande
Laissons-le protéger
Ceux qui n'ont que leurs coeurs
À offrir au bonheur
Qu'ils ont enfin trouvé
Quand deux enfants s'embrassent
Devant les gens qui passent
On les montre du doigt
Pourquoi tant de méfiance
Devant l'adolescence
Alors que la jeunesse
A toutes les richesses
Que le monde lui doit?
{au Refrain}
Quand deux enfants se quittent
Et se retrouvent ensuite
Ça étonne les gens
Pourquoi tant de méfiance
Lorsque tout recommence
Alors que l'indulgence
C'est, pour eux, l'espérance
Que tout soit comme avant?
{au Refrain}
Puisque l'amour commande
Faisons ce qu'il demande
Laissons-le commander
Donderdag 27 december 1990
S.O.S. (Elena Patroklou)
S.O.S.
First performance by: Elena Patroklou - 1991
Etho, sto trito planiti
Pote the svisan i foties
Pos miazi me trelo komiti
Yemato me pirinikes
Ton ilio kaname ehthro mas
Pandou pligosame ti yi
Moliname ton urano mas
Ke rihni oxini vrohi
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Triyiro ta poulia pethenoun
Ta psaria vyenoun sti steria
Pandou i anthropi sopenoun
The xerun ti na kanoun pia
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
Etho planitis yi, etho planitis yi
S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S.
S.O.S.
Donderdag 27 december 1990
Puff (The Magic Dragon)
Puff (The Magic Dragon)
Composer(s): Leonard Lipton; Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax
And other fancy stuff oh, ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autumn mist
In a and called Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autume mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
Together they would travel
On a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a look out perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noblekings and princess would bow when e'er they came
Pirate ships would low'r their flag
When puff roared out his name Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autume mist
In a land called Honah Lee ..
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings
Make way for other toys
One grey night it happened Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that might dragon
He ceased his fearless roar ..
His head was bent in sorrow
Green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life long friend Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon,
Sadly slipped into his cave Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee...
Woensdag 26 december 1990
S.O.S. (Marie)
S.O.S.
((Adapted from: S.O.S. (by ABBA) - 1975))
((Swedisch Version: S.O.S. (by Agnetha Fältskog - 1975))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Marie - 1975
Comme un bateau perdu sous la colère du ciel
Un montagnard mourant dans les neiges éternelles
Je sens mes forces me lâcher
J'ai besoin de secours
Le temps pour me sauver
Est de plus en plus court
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Si j'étais un bateau je coulerais déjà
J'aurais la proue dans l'eau
J'aurais brisé mon mât
Comme un soldat qui perd son sang
Je risque d'en mourir
Toute seule maintenant, je ne peux m'en sortir
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Au bout de l'horizon
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
Du fond de ma maison
Mon cur te lance un S.O.S
S.O.S.
Je me donne à qui veut chaque nuit
S.O.S.
Je me perds dans le gouffre d'un lit
S.O.S.
Je me noie dans le cirque des jours
S.O.S.
Je t'en prie sauve-moi mon amour
Woensdag 26 december 1990
Puerto Triste
Puerto Triste
Composer(s): Alfonso Valencia M.
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Partí de puerto alegre una mañana de carnaval
llevando con mi barca dulce alegría y felicidad
Al mar de las pasiones lancé mi vida a navegar
pero perdí mis velas en una noche de tempestad
Anclado en puerto triste quedó mi corazón
sintiendo con su ocaso más triste mi dolor
Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad
como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar
Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad
como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar
Las nieves ya vinieron mis sienes a platear
se fue mi juventud y no vendrá jamás
Dinsdag 25 december 1990
S.O.S. (ABBA)
S.O.S.
((French & Swedish Versions: S.O.S. (by Marie); S.O.S. (by Agnetha Fältskog) - 1975))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson
First release by: ABBA - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S.O.S.
And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S.O.S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
Dinsdag 25 december 1990
Puerta De Amor
Puerta De Amor
Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway; V. Lopez
Performer(s): Nino Bravo
Hay una casa sola, sin luz
dondo yo logré ocultarme
casi pude de tristeza, llorar
de una ayer cruel, infame
Algunas hora allí pensando
pero nada conseguí
de pronto en la cama estaba yo
y llorando al fin me dormí
y entre mis sueños yo me vi
de pie, en la nueva calle
buscando la puerta del amor
y yo ya no sufrí al ver
que esa puerta se abre
pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Contento y sin dudas desperté
recordando aquella calle
de un pueblo llamado libertad
donde yo llegué a encontrarme
salté de la cama, bajé al bar
tú te hallabas junto a mí
perdona te dije, sonreí
me miraste, fui feliz
Y entre mis sueños yo me vi
de pie, en la nueva calle
buscando la puerta del amor
y yo ya no sufrí al ver
que esa puerta se abre
pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Junto a la puerta del amor
te hallé y logré besarte
mis sueños son ya realidad, amor
Junto a la puerta del amor
te hallé y logré besarte
te siento dentro de mí
Maandag 24 december 1990
Sometimes It Snows In April
Sometimes It Snows In April
(Dutch Version: Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente - 2002)
Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince
First release by: Prince & The Revolution - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending
and all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things that say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past
Maandag 24 december 1990
Puedo Oír Tu Voz
Puedo Oír Tu Voz
Composer(s): Dany Schultz; Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): José Feliciano
Puedo oír tu voz
y las sombras no se van
vuelve a despertar
el llanto que escondí
Si nunca confesé
que vivo sin destino
como un eco puedo oír tu adiós
Puedo oír la voz
que tendrías que escuchar
no te alejes hoy
del canto que hay en mí
podrás cubrir mi voz
cerrando tus oídos
pero alcanzará tu corazón
Ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
mis sentimientos ignoré
no vi la luz
ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
y bienvenido hoy serás
amanecer...a mi vida
Puedo oír tu voz
y las sombras ya se irán
hoy escucharás
palabras que escondí
palabras que diré
que siempre las diré
Ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
mis sentimientos ignoré
no vi la luz
ahora no
no me ocultaré
nunca más
y bienvenido hoy serás
amanecer...a mi vida
Zondag 23 december 1990
Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente
Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente
(Adapted from: Sometimes It Snows In April - 1986)
Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince - Bart Peeters
Performer(s): Bart Peeters - 2002
De lente was nochtans mijn favoriet seizoen
Vanwege veel pastel en weinig schril
De Fallus Impudicus staat dan in bloei
Wat Jan De Wilde daar mee zeggen wil
Dat weet ik niet maar zelfs overdag is er maneschijn
En rozegeur en alles wat je wilt
Je ziet koppels en hun haar zit goed ze hebben het voor mekaar
Maar heel soms durft het sneeuwen in April
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente
Soms is een spits doodsbang
Doodsbang dat hij ernaast zal knallen
En goeie dingen duren zelden lang
En Gert Verhulst vroeg aan Robert: "hoe zit het maat?"
Zijn lied was klaar het was mooi maar idioot
Want in zijn nummer voor de derde Samsonplaat
Ging Samson in de derde strofe dood
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente
Wat Gert Verhulst erover vond
Dat dat misschien een soort van hint was
Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond
Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond
Zondag 23 december 1990
Puedo
Puedo
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Puedo decir amor que yá he cumplido
El dolor que me impulso tu sentencia
Que he pagado con llanto la impaciencia
De adorarte y amarte con delirio
Puedo abrazar el silencio y el olvido
Apartar mi guitara y mis canciones
Matar mis esperanzas, ilusiones
No regresar al camino en que he creído
Puedo
Comer de mi dolor
Beber mi llanto
Puedo
Comer de mi dolor
Beber mi llanto
Puedo romper esa querella
Quebrantar esa pena
Fermento de mi mal
Puedo cambiar esa tristeza
En canto de esperanza
Puedo volver a amar
Puedo
Comer de mi dolor
Beber mi llanto
Puedo
Comer de mi dolor
Beber mi llanto
Puedo
Alzar la soledad dentre mis manos
Puedo
Volver a la ilusión de enamorado
Zaterdag 22 december 1990
A Message To Your Heart
A Message To Your Heart
Composer(s): Paul Curtis
First performance by: Samantha Janus - 1991
Half the world is hungry
Just through being born
And every day is a compromise
For a grain of corn
And half the world have too much
Their only hunger is their greed
Through politics and ignorance
Half the world's in need
A message to your heart, it's all right
Say a little prayer and sleep tonight, oh...
Tomorrow you'll still be in paradise, oh...
A message to your heart, walk on by
Till you hear the voice of conscience cry, oh...
There but for the grace of God, go I
Half the world is lucky
Born in paradise
But they don't see the children
With hunger in their eyes
And the time has come for changes
Though for some it's much too late
There's got to be an answer
The hungry cannot wait
A message to your heart, it's all right
Say a little prayer and sleep tonight, oh...
Tomorrow you'll still be in paradise, oh...
A message to your heart, walk on by
Until you hear the voice of conscience cry, oh...
There but for the grace of God, go I
Oh... a message to your heart, walk on by
Till you hear the voice of conscience cry, oh...
There but for the grace of God, go I
There but for the grace of God, go I
(A message to your heart)
Zaterdag 22 december 1990
Puedes Matarme, Si Lo Prefieres
Puedes Matarme, Si Lo Prefieres
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Me empieza a incomodar
que te lamentes como si fueras
un pajarito abandonado
a la merced de mí
me empieza a incomodar
que lloriquees irremediable
El que te vea va a pensar que te asesinan
Sé que te estoy destrozando
sé que te estoy extinguiendo tanto
que tu tamaño ya no se ve
sé que en un dedal ya bailarías
que en una simple gota de agua
podrías ahogarte
Ya sé todo eso
No me lo tienes que decir, no
Así le decía mi impulso
a mi inteligencia
una mañana de cualquier día
de cualquier mes
Era una conversación chistosa
como ven
como de fábula muy camp
Qué bobería, dirán ustedes
pero no me lo tienen que decir: ya lo sé
Ya me molestan tus griticos
tu poesía, tus alimañas
ya me molestan tus pasiones
retorcijadas, inexpugnables
Ya me molesta tu equilibrio
de pacotilla, rabiando siempre
Ahora yo cojo la batuta
y sigo piano piano piano
Si no te gusta, no me llores
Puedes matarme, si lo prefieres
Sé que estás inconsolable
sé que te haces la tragedia griega
sé que te lloras a tí, no a mí
No te voy a dar ningún pañuelo
porque enseguida pides otro
y luego otro
Ya sé todo eso
No me lo tienes que decir, pero no
Así le decía mi impulso
a mi inteligencia
una mañana de cualquier día
de cualquier mes
Era una conversación chistosa
como ven
como de fábula muy camp
Que bobería, dirán ustedes
pero no me lo tienen que decir: ya lo sé
Ahora me toca desquitarme
regocijarme, alimentarme
Ahora me toca coger fresco
tomar helado, guardar silencio
Ahora me toca la guitarra
las armonías, las mentiritas
Ahora yo cojo la batuta
y sigo piano piano piano
Si no te gusta, no me llores
Puedes matarme, si lo prefieres
Vrijdag 21 december 1990
Sometimes In Winter
Sometimes In Winter
Composer(s): Steve Katz
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears; Sergio Mendes; Dieter Reith
Sometimes in Winter
I gaze into the streets
And walk through snow and city sleet
Behind your room
Sometimes in Winter
Forgotten memories
Remember you behind the trees
With leaves that cried
By the window once I waited for you
Laughing slightly you would run
Trees alone would shield us in the meadow
Makin' love in the evening sun
Now you're gone girl
And the lamp posts call your name
I can hear, them
In the spring of frozen rain
Now you're gone girl
And the time's slowed down till dawn
It's a cold room and the walls ask
Where you've gone
Sometimes In Winter
I love you when the good times
Seem like mem'ries int he spring
That never came
Sometimes In Winter
I wish the empty streets
Would fill with laughter from the tears
That ease my pain
Vrijdag 21 december 1990