Vrijdag 31 januari 1997
A Volta Do Malandro
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A Volta Do Malandro
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Vrijdag 31 januari 1997
Wassail Song
Wassail Song
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Alfred Deller
and multiple other artists
Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green
Here we come a wand'ring
So fair to be seen
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We are not daily beggars
Who beg from door to door
But we are neighbor's children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin
We want some of your small change
To line it well within
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
God bless the Master of this house
Likewise the Mistress too
And all the little children
That round the table go
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
Donderdag 30 januari 1997
A Voice In The Wilderness
A Voice In The Wilderness
Composer(s): Bunny Lewis - Norrie Paramor
Performer(s): Cliff Richard; The Hunters
My heart was so heavy with longing for you
My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue
Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry
A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say
Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day
And though there was no-one, nobody to see
A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind
Why did you leave me, love made me blind
My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch
Have pity, come back now, I need you so much
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love.
My heart was so heavy with longing for you
My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue
Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry
A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say
Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day
And though there was no-one, nobody to see
A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind
Why did you leave me, love made me blind
My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch
Have pity, come back now, I need you so much
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Donderdag 30 januari 1997
Wasp Man
Wasp Man
Composer(s): Keith Moon
Performer(s): The Who
Sting sting ha ha
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Wasp man, you're gonna get buzzed
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting, sting
Wasp man
Sting, sting, sting
Sting, sting, sting
Wasp man, gonna get buzzed
Wasp man, buzz
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting, sting, sting
Wasp man, get on runnin
Sting, sting, sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting, sting, sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting, sting, sting
Woensdag 29 januari 1997
A Voice For Peace
A Voice For Peace
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
You know that everybody has a voice
And how they use it is their own free choice
In your glory I will not rejoice
If you choose the ways of war
If you choose the ways of war
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
My country 'tis of thee; in God we trust
But how much longer will He shelter us
While we choose the ways of war
While the winds of war rage on
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Let it start here with me--oh let mine be a voice for peace
The good book tells us thou shalt not kill
The truth came shining and it's shining still
But how much blood upon this earth must spill
Before we lay our weapons down
Let us lay our weapons down
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Let it start here with me, oh let mine be a voice
And in the face of the beast, oh let mine be a voice
Until the breaths in me cease, oh let mine be a voice for peace
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Raise your voice up, raise your voice up
Raise your voice up and sing for the promise
Woensdag 29 januari 1997
Wasn't That A Party?
Wasn't That A Party?
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): Tom Paxton;
and various other artists
Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But won't you look at the mess I'm in?
A head like a football, I think I'm going to die
But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a Party?
Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat
They were talking about football
The cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn't that a party
It sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
but I believe I saw my buddy
Sittin' up in my neighbours tree
He was singin' a folk song
Sounded pretty good
Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn't made such a racket
Choppin' up my neighbor's wood
It coulda been his wood pile
It mighta been his door
I know she musta got three or four
But wasn't that a party?
Bill, and Joe and Tommy
Went a little far
They were sitting in the front yard
Blowing on the siren
Of somebody's police car
And so you see
Your Honour
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us down to see you
In an alcoholic haze
And I sure can use those thirty days
But wasn't that a party?
Dinsdag 28 januari 1997
A Vivir
A Vivir
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Nunca he creído en formulas ni en mensajes
me gusta más jugar a la contradicción
contra mí mismo voy a hacer una excepción
intentaré ser más directo en el lenguaje
en esta canción
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Si he sido críptico y poco claro en los versos
entono un mea culpa y suplico perdón
por ser ambiguo y aumentar la confusión
al proponer que la Razón del Universo
no es una ecuación
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Después de tanta palabra con doble filo
y de lecturas triples en cada renglón
de esta escritura no se saca una lección
para que el estratega duerma bien tranquilo
con su solución
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Dinsdag 28 januari 1997
Wasn't It Romantic?
Wasn't It Romantic?
Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Marshall Barer
Performer(s): Michael Feinstein
Though the world has grown cold
We can banish the chill
We can order the present to vanish at will
We can darken the room we can start the machine
And from here in the gloom as we gaze at the screen
We can step into yesterday still
We can step into yesterday still
Ohh wasn't it romantic
All storybook & song
You fragile as a snowflake
I resolute & strong
How lovely the glow that I recall
How lovely, to know that love was all
White willows in the moonlight
Bright silver in the street
Ohh did it really happen
Or was it just a dream?
No matter I still await
The moment when
I will know romance again
Isn't it romantic
Ohh wasn't it romantic
Music in the night
All storybook & song
A dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic
You fragile as a snowflake
Moving shadows write
I resolute & strong
The oldest magic word
How lovely the glow that I recall
I hear the breezes playing
In the trees above
How lovely, to know that love was all
While all the world is saying
you were meant for love
Isn't it romantic
White willows in the moonlight
Merely to be young
Bright silver in the street
on such a night as this
Isn't it romantic
Ohh did it really happen
Every note that's sung
Or was it just a dream?
Is like a lover's kiss
No matter I still await
Sweet symbols in the moonlight
The moment when
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
I will know romance again
Isn't it romance
Wasn't it romance
Maandag 27 januari 1997
A Visit From St. Nicholas
A Visit From St. Nicholas
Composer(s): Clement C. Moore
Performer(s): David Timson; Canadian Brass
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled!
His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf -
And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
Maandag 27 januari 1997
Washington, My Home
Washington, My Home
Composer(s): Helen Davis; Stuart Churchill
"This is my country
God gave it to me
I will protect it
Ever keep it free
Small towns and cities rest here in the sun
Filled with our laughter
Thy will be done
(refrain)
Washington, my home
Where ever I may roam
This is my land, my native land
Washington, my home
Our verdant forest green
Caressed by silv'ry stream
From mountain peak to fields of wheat
Washington, my home
There's peace you feel and understand
In this, our own beloved land
We greet the day with head held high
And forward ever is our cry
We'll happy ever be
As people always free
For you and me a destiny
Washington, my home
For you and me a destiny
Washington, my home"
Zondag 26 januari 1997
A Violeira
A Violeira
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Mônica Salmaso
and multiple other artists
Desde menina
Caprichosa e nordestina
Que eu sabia, a minha sina
Era no Rio vir morar
Em Araripe
Topei como chofer dum jipe
Que descia pra Sergipe
Pro Serviço Militar
Esse maluco
Me largou em Pernambuco
Quando um cara de trabuco
Me pediu pra namorar
Mais adiante
Num estado interessante
Um caixeiro viajante
Me levou pra Macapá
Uma cigana revelou que a minha sorte
Era ficar naquele Norte
E eu não queria acreditar
Juntei os trapos com um velho marinheiro
Viajei no seu cargueiro
Que encalhou no Ceará
Voltei pro Crato
E fui fazer artesanato
De barro bom e barato
Pra mó de economizar
Eu era um broto
E também fiz muito garoto
Um mais bem feito que o outro
Eles só faltam falar
Juntei a prole e me atirei no São Francisco
Enfrentei raio, corisco
Correnteza e coisa-má
Inda arrumei com um artista em Pirapora
Mais um filho e vim-me embora
Cá no Rio vim parar
Ver Ipanema
Foi que nem beber jurema
Que cenário de cinema
Que poema à beira-mar
E não tem tira
Nem doutor, nem ziguizira
Quero ver que é que tira
Nós aqui desse lugar
Será verdade
Que eu cheguei nessa cidade
Pra primeira autoridade
Resolver me escorraçar
Com tralha inteira
Remontar a Mantiqueira
Até chegar na corredeira
O São Francisco me levar
Me distrair
Nos braços de um barqueiro sonso
Despencar na Paulo Afonso
No oceano me afogar
Perder os filhos
Em Fernando de Noronha
E voltar morta de vergonha
Pro sertão de Quixadá
Tem cabimento
Depois de tanto tormento
Me casar com algum sargento
E todo sonho desmanchar
Não tem carranca
Nem trator, nem alavanca
Quero ver que é que arranca
Nós aqui desse lugar
Zondag 26 januari 1997
Wash Me In The Water
Wash Me In The Water
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Oh, wash me in the water that you wash your dirty daughter in
And I shall be whiter than the whitewash on the wall
On the wall...
Zaterdag 25 januari 1997
A View To A Kill
A View To A Kill
Composer(s): Roger Taylor - John Barry - Simon Le Bon - John Nigel Taylor - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor
First release by: Duran Duran - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists
Meeting you, with a view to a kill
Face to face, in secret places
Feel the chill
Nightfall covers me
But you know, the plans I'm making
Still over see
Could it be the whole earth opening wide
A sacred why?
A myst'ry gaping inside
The weekends; why?
Until we
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
The choice for you is the view to a kill
Between the shades, assassination standing still
The first crystal tears
Fall as snowflakes on your body
First time in years
To drench your skin with lover's rosy stain
A chance to find a phoenix for the flame
A chance to die, but can we
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see is a view to a kill
Zaterdag 25 januari 1997
Was That The Human Thing To Do?
Was That The Human Thing To Do?
Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Joe Young
Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters;
and various other artists
To err is human I heard you say
Forgiveness is divine
But all the sweet things that you may say
Can’t mend this heart of mine
Never thought that anyone in their right mind
Could ever treat another human so unkind
Didn’t you sneak away and leave a note behind
Was that the human thing to do?
I always thought that yours was such a heart of gold
But after I was sold on all the tales you told
Didn’t you let your kisses turn from hot to cold?
Was that the human thing to do?
Now I’m not trying to patch things up
‘Cos what’s been done must be
Lord, I wouldn’t even treat a pup
The way you treated me
How could anybody be so darned unfair?
You let me hang around until I learned to care
Didn’t you even laugh and leave me cryin’ there
Was that the human thing to do?
Now I just want to be understood
I’m no false alarm
If I couldn’t do a human good
I wouldn’t do ‘em harm
How you let me fall and how you let me be
And when I begged you for a little sympathy
Didn’t you even try to hi-di-hi-di me?
Was that the human thing to do?
Zaterdag 25 januari 1997
Was It Rain?
Was It Rain?
Composer(s): Lou Handman; Walter Hirsch
Performer(s): Frances Langford;
Peg LaCentra; Guy Mitchell; Artie Shaw
Skies were gray that rainy day
We parted in the lane
Was it tears that fell or was it rain?
There we stood as lovers would
Did parting bring you pain?
Was it tears that fell or was it rain?
I couldn't tell if your eyes were misty
Or if you felt regret
I noticed when you kissed me
That both your cheeks were wet
Till we meet again, my sweet
That mem'ry will remain
Was it tears that fell or was it rain?
Vrijdag 24 januari 1997
A Vida De Viajante
A Vida De Viajante
Composer(s): Luiz Gonzaga - Hervê Cordovil
Performer(s): Luiz Gonzaga; Banda de Pífanos de Caruaru
Minha vida é andar por esse país
Pra ver se um dia descanso feliz
Guardando as recordações
Das terras onde passei
Andando pelos sertões
E dos amigos que lá deixei
Chuva e sol / Poeira e carvão
Longe de casa sigo o roteiro
Mais uma estação
E a saudade no coração
Mar e terra / Inverno e verão
Mostro o sorriso / Mostro a alegria
Mas eu mesmo não
E a saudade no coração
Vrijdag 24 januari 1997
Was It All Worth Losing You
Was It All Worth Losing You
Composer(s): Audie Murphy
Performer(s): Charley Pride
Well, I finally got the one I thought I wanted
I no longer have to slip around on you
'Cause today the postman brought my freedom
But I wonder now was it all worth losing you
Yes, I wonder how my leavin' will affect you
After all the heartaches we've been through
But something tells me that someday I may be sorry
And I wonder now was it all worth losing you
Will the one that I wanted soon grow tired of me
And with this new found love fade into the distant blue
And will your mem'ry always slip around and haunt me
And make me wonder now was it all worth losing you
Will the one that I wanted soon grow tired of me
And with this new found love fade into the distant blue
And will your mem'ry always slip around and haunt me
And make me wonder now was it all worth losing you
And make me wonder now was it all worth losing you
Donderdag 23 januari 1997
Was A Sunny Day
Was A Sunny Day
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon; Paul Desmond
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
From the people passing by
'Twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio's singing song
All the favorite melodies
He was a navy man
stationed in Newport News
She was a highschool queen
with nothing left to lose
She was a highschool queen
with nothing left to lose
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
'Twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio's singing song
All the favorite melodies
Her name was Lorelei
She was his only girl
She called him "Speedoo"
But his Chistian name was Mister Earl
She called him "Speedoo"
But his Chistian name was Mister Earl
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
'Twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio's singing song
All the favorite melodies
Woensdag 22 januari 1997
Wart Hog
Wart Hog
Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Johnny Ramone
Performer(s): The Ramones
Wart, wart hog
Wart, wart hog
Wart, wart hog
Wart, wart hog
I take some dope, I feel so sick
It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick
Doomsday visions of junkies and fags
Artificial phonies I hate it, hate it
Death, death, death is the price I pay
It's a sick world, what can I say?
No such thing as an even break
It's stealing and cheating, take, take, take
Wart, wart...
I wanna puke, I can't sit still
Just took some dope and feel ill
It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick
It's a hopeless life, I hate it, hate it
It's a joke it's a lie, it's a rip off, man
It's an outlaw life for a renegade band
Doomsday visions of commies and queers
Artificial phonies, I hate it, hate it
Wart, wart...
Wart, wart...
Wart, wart...
Dinsdag 21 januari 1997
A Veteran's Song
