Dinsdag 16 september 1997
Adonis
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Dinsdag 16 september 1997
What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted
What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted
Composer(s): James Dean - Paul Riser - William Weatherspoon
Performer(s): Jimmy Ruffin
and multiple other artists
As I walk this land with broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Love's happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows
Searching for light
Cold and alone
No comfort in sight
Hoping and praying
For someone to care
Always moving
And going nowhere
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
I'm searching though I don't succeed
But someone look, there's a growing need
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning
All that's left is an unhappy ending
Now what's become of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
I'll be looking everyday
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
I'll be searching everywhere
Maandag 15 september 1997
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Composer(s): Ricardo Ceratto
Performer(s): Raphael
Solo Viendola, Te Darias Cuenta
Que No Vale Un Centavo
Solo Viendola Creo Que Entenderias
Que A Tanto No Hay Derecho
Solo Viendola, Te Conmoveria
Haberla Abandonado, Haberla Desquiciado
Con Lo Que Tu Le Has Hecho Sin Piedad
Adonde Fue A Parar, Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Desde Que De Mi Lado Tu Te Fuiste
La Pobre Se Quedo Tan Desvalida
Es Invaluable El Daño Que Le Hiciste
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Calma
Y La Felicidad Que Ayer Tenia
Si Vieras A Donde Fue A Parar Mi Alma
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Solo Viendola, La Socorrerias
Sin Duda Con Urgencia
Solo Viendola, Te Arrepentirias
De Haberla Destrozado
Solo Viendola, Te Remorderia
Te Juro La Conciencia
Al Ver La Penitencia Que Esta Sufriendo
Porque Tu No Estas, Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Desde Que De Mi Lado Tu Te Fuiste
La Pobre Se Quedo Tan Desvalida
Es Invaluable El Daño Que Le Hiciste
Maandag 15 september 1997
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?
Composer(s): Michel Legrand; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and South and East and West of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love that you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you
Zondag 14 september 1997
Adolescent Dream
Adolescent Dream
Composer(s): Manfred Mann
Performer(s): Manfred Mann's Earth Band
You're not the great romantic
Crystal juke-box queen
You're not my old adolescent dream
You're not my spiritual gypsy
My fifty Chevy Machine
You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend
You stand above all that
You're my life
My love
My blood
My soul
You're not the way I planned it
The way it's meant to be
You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend
You stand above all that
You're my life
My love
My blood
My soul
Oh no, you're not my old adolescent dream
Zondag 14 september 1997
What Are You Doing Sunday
What Are You Doing Sunday
Composer(s): Russell Brown; Irwin Levine
Performer(s): Tony Orlando & Dawn; Bobby Davis
I hear some people get married in the park
on Sunday afternoon
And all their friends bring pretty flowers while the band plays a happy tune
Now do you want me, do you need me
Do you love me like I love you?
Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Maybe we should wait 'til night to join hands 'neath the stars above
And we'll be kissing our first kiss by moonlight as we vow eternal love
Now do you want me, do you need me
Do you love me like I love you?
Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Now do you want me, do you need me, baby
Love me like I love you?
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Zaterdag 13 september 1997
Adolescence
Adolescence
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Je me souviens du temps où j'étais un poète
Je filais dans le vent sur ma motocyclette
Ma guitare sur le dos
Et la tête pleine de mots
Je m'arrêtais parfois pour cueillir une fleur
Pour cueillir une fille sur le bord d'un chemin
Ou bien lorsqu'il y avait une panne à mon moteur
Et puis je repartais un peu plus loin
Soleil ou mauvais temps c'était toujours la fête
Je dormais dans les champs parmi les pâquerettes
Me lavais dans le ruisseau
En écoutant les oiseaux
Je volais quelques fruits et c'était un festin
Le vin rouge était rare mais l'ivresse était là
Je ne mourais jamais ni de soif ni de faim
Et je ne faisais rien de mes dix doigts
Et puis de temps en temps je chantais à tue-tête
Quand ça plaisait aux gens je leur faisais la quête
Ça ne rapportait pas lourd
Mais c'était bien assez pour
Pour aller boire un verre avec tous les copains
Les amis de toujours de tous les continents
Tous les gitans tous les nomades musiciens
Et tous ceux qui vivaient de l'air du temps
Je me rappelle ce temps où j'étais un poète
J'étais adolescent ni ange ni trop bête
Ce temps-là est révolu
Je ne le reverrai plus
Et s'il m'arrive de croiser sur mon chemin
Un de ceux qui ressemblent à celui que je fus
Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main
C'est mon adolescence que je salue
Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main
Ou bien je fais semblant de ne l'avoir pas vu
Zaterdag 13 september 1997
What Are We Made Of?
What Are We Made Of?
Composer(s): Brian May
Performer(s): Sissel
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are we made of?
Think again
There's a wind of change is blowing
There's a fire deep inside
There's a place we could be going
If we could only get it right
And the river keeps on flowing
And the morning lights the sky
But if they said it would be easy
I guess they must have lied
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are the chances
I can find a better path, a better life, a better me?
What are we made of?
If you think you know the answer
Turn around, think again
Whatever were you thinking?
Could you turn you life around?
When you know your world is sinking
Can you find the solid ground?
Is there really a road to heaven?
We'll find it
And a road leads down below
Some way, somewhere
Does anything really matter?
If only we could know
What are we made of?
Is it written in the sand?
Where are we sailing?
To a strange and distant land
Take my hand, sail with me
What are we made of?
'Cos I have to understand
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are the chances
There's a place for you and me?
What are we made of?
Just for this moment, take your life into your hands
You'll decide what you are made of
What it is that you can be
Think again, my friend
Turn around, think again
Vrijdag 12 september 1997
Adjust Me
Adjust Me
Composer(s): Hawkwind
Performer(s): Hawkwind
City black
Encase the time
World full of men
Who all are blind
Who walk and talk
And say as one:
"Androids are we"
Their tune o Sun
Adjust me
Adjust me
Adjust me.....
Vrijdag 12 september 1997
What Are We Doing Here?
What Are We Doing Here?
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): John Entwistle
What are we doing here
Such a long way away from home
We've been away so long
Away so long away from home
So what are we doing here
In a place where we have no friends
All we can do is sit and cry
Let the time drag by and think of home
Home, what a day that will be
The faces of people we love that we'll see
The memories of what we had left will return
The present remains the past is just burned
And there's only twenty-five days, six hours, and ten minutes
And this'll all be five thousand miles away
Whoops there goes another day
I'm wishing my life away
So what are we doing here
Such a long way away from home
We've been away so long
Away so long away from home
What are we doing here
In a place where we have no friends
All we can do is sit and cry
Let the time drag by and think of home
Home what a day that will be
The faces of people we love that we'll see
The memories of what we had left will return
The present remains the past is just burned
And there's only twenty-five days, six hours, and ten minutes
And this'll all be five thousand miles away
Whoops there goes another day
I'm wishing my life away
Donderdag 11 september 1997
Adivinanzas
Adivinanzas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Victor Jara
A ver si me adivinan esta
La potota esta preña
con doscientos pototitos
como pare la potota
cuando no tiene potito?
Y aqui va la otra
Estaba durmere durmere
debajo de pendere pendere
si no es por pendere pendere
matan a durmere durmere
Y la ultima, eh
Gordo lo tengo
mas lo quisiera
que entre las piernas
no me cupiera
Donderdag 11 september 1997
What Are We Doin' In Love?
What Are We Doin' In Love?
Composer(s): Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): Dottie West & Kenny Rogers
Dottie:
We're like summer and winter
We're not one bit alike
We're like satin and cinders
I'm definitely not your type
Both:
Well, then what are we doin' in love
What are we doin' in a mess like this
What are we doin' in love
Dottie:
Why were you someone I couldn't resist
Both:
What are we doin' in love
Kenny:
We're like paper and matches
Dottie:
We'll prob'ly have our share of fights
Kenny:
We're like roses and switches
Dottie:
It's gonna be hard, but we've gotta try
Both:
So what are we doin' in love
What are we doin' in a mess like this
What are we doin' in love
Kenny:
And what are we gonna tell all our friends
Dottie:
You don't have to like someone
To love someone
That rule was made to be broken
Both:
But if we have to say goodbye
To a life we've gotten used to
What are we doin' in love then
Dottie:
We're like sunup and sundown
Kenny:
People say we're never gonna to last
Dottie:
Like uptown and downtown
Kenny:
You like it slow, but I like it fast
Both:
What are we doin' in love
What are we doin' in a mess like this
What are we doin' in love
Kenny:
What are we gonna tell all our friends
Both:
What are we doin' love
What are we doin' in a mess like this
What are we doin' love
Dottie:
You were just someone I couldn't resist
Both:
So that's what we're doin' in love
Woensdag 10 september 1997
Adiviname Quien Soy
Adiviname Quien Soy
Composer(s): Lissette - Willy Chirino
Performer(s): Raphael
Adiviname Quien Soy
Tu Conoces Mis Canciones
Yo Soy Aquel Que Se Expone
A Romperse La Garganta
Y A Morirse En Lo Que Canta
Hasta Tenerte A Tus Pies
Tu Me Has Visto Alguna Vez
Subido En Un Escenario
O Escuchaste Un Comentario
Mientras Canto Mis Pasiones
Mis Secretos Y Emociones
Al Amor Y Al Desamor
Y Si Eres Observador
Por Mi Ademan Y Mi Acento
Sabras Que Soy Andaluz
Español Ciento Por Ciento
Y Armado De Un Corazon
De Conquistas Y De Hazañas
No Es Facil Saber Quien Soy
Si Solo Me Ves De Afuera
Que Sabe Nadie Ni Quisieran
Saber Los Que Me Investigan
Porque Digan Lo Que Digan
Yo Siempre Toco Madera
Por Ella, Mi Compañera
Por Mis Hijos Y Mi Suerte
Porque Sigo Siendo Fuerte
Para Seguir Mi Camino
Y Porque Fue Mi Destino
Caminar De Frente Al Sol
Y Si Eres Observador
Por Mi Ademan Y Mi Acento
Sabras Que Soy Andaluz
Español Ciento Por Ciento
Y Armado De Un Corazon
De Conquistas Y De Hazañas
Woensdag 10 september 1997
What Am I Living For?
What Am I Living For?
Composer(s): Fred Jay; Art Harris
Performer(s): Chuck Willis
What am I living for if not for you
What am I living for if not for you
What am I living for if not for you
oh nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I longing for each lonely night
To feel your lips to mine, to hold you tight
You'll be the only girl my whole life through
Oh nobody else, nobody else will do
I want you close to me that's all I know
I want you all the time because darling I love you so
What am I living for if not for you
What am I living for if not for you
What am I living for if not for you
Baby nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I living for if not for you
Darling nobody else, nobody else will do
nobody else, nobody else will do
Dinsdag 9 september 1997
The Mem'ry Of A Rose
The Mem'ry Of A Rose
Composer(s): Richard Young - Jimmy Kennedy
Performer(s): Vera Lynn
and multiple other artists
The mem’ry of a rose
Is with me as I wander
The mem’ry of a rose
She gave me long ago
As evening comes and goes
I dream she waits out yonder
And so I take my way
Day by day
With the mem’ry of a rose
One stolen hour, a promise broken carelessly
A lovely bride once said "I will", but not to me...
The southwind when it blows
Brings only recollection
There’s nothing else to bring
So I cling
To the mem’ry of a rose...
Dinsdag 9 september 1997
What Am I Here For?
What Am I Here For?
Composer(s): Duke Ellington; Frankie Laine
Performer(s): Duke Ellington;
and various other artists
What am I here for
Living in mis'ry
Now that you've gone from my heart?
That was my fear for
You were my future
There was no reason to part
'Till I hope you change your mind
And that somehow you will find
You are meant to be my own
I'll be lost if I'm alone
I know that you remember
All that you told me
Times when you hold me so tight
How could you grieve me
How could you leave me
Knowing your love is my light
In your ear that should be
Thoughts of your return to me
I will be happy
Patiently waiting
Knowing then, that's why I'm here
Maandag 8 september 1997
Adiós, Inés De Ulloa
Adiós, Inés De Ulloa
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Don Juan:
Adiós, Inés de Ulloa
me voy para Lisboa
me apunto de soldao
en la revoluçao
Inés:
T'as pasao, t'as pasao
qué mosquito t'a picao
Don Juan:
Cómo quieres que me quede
con el lío que hay montao
si me busca medio mundo
por marica y por drogao
Si me quieres, vida mía
piensa que me voy chalao
por tus huesos, por tus besos
por tu acento de Bilbao
Inés:
T'as hartao, t'as cansao
no te gusta me peinao
Don Juan:
Tus ricitos me fascinan
nena, no t'as enterao
que es el Lute a mi lao
como un santo embalsamao
Media CIA me persigue
desde Lourdes al Macao
todo por un lindo cuerpo
y por tu mágico cruzao
Inés:
Ven, amao, a mi lao
te daré otro Cola-Cao
Don Juan:
No me digas esas cosas
que me pones encelao
Ay, Inés, tú no me quieres
que me quieres enterrao
El amor es otra cosa
esto tuyo es un pecao
pero así es como me gustan
las cosas del bacalao
Adiós, Inés de Ulloa
me voy para Lisboa
me apunto de soldao
en la revoluçao
Inés:
Coraçao, ten cuidado
que Lisboa es un fregao
Ten cuidado coraçao
no te corten el riau-riau
Maandag 8 september 1997
What Am I Gonna Do With You?
What Am I Gonna Do With You?
Composer(s): Barry White
Performer(s): Barry White; Matt Wood
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
You got to do anything
Oh, baby, sweet baby
What am I gonna do, yeah, yeah
Baby, sweet baby, my babe
What am I gonna do with you, yeah
Been makin’ love for hours
And, baby, with you goin’ strong
Girl, this night is our
And, ooh, I swear I feel it comin’ on, yeah
Oh, I know when we get through
Girl, I won’t be able to move
I don’t know just what you got
I just don’t want you to stop
Givin’ me, all of me
Baby, oh, baby
Girl, what am I gonna do
Baby, sweet baby, my babe
What am I gonna do with you
Ooh, what a groove thing
Love how you do it
Ain’t what you got, babe
Girl, it’s how you use it, yeah
Stay right there, right there, don’t you move
You don’t know what I’m going through
Girl, you made me give it up
You are unwillin’, you’re just to much
You know how to make me “Ow”
Ooh...ooh...baby
Ooh...ooh...baby
Ooh...ooh...baby
Oh, baby, oh, baby
Girl, what am I gonna do
Ah, baby, sweet baby, my babe
What am I gonna do with you
Brr...na-na-na-na
Brr...na-na-na-na
Ah
Brr...na-na-na-na
Brr...na-na-na-na
Yeah...yeah...eah...eah...
Baby, oh, baby
Tell me what am I gonna do with you
Ah, baby, sweet baby, my babe
Girl, what am I gonna do with you
Brr...na-na-na-na
Brr...na-na-na-na
Zondag 7 september 1997
Adios, Americano
Adios, Americano
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Bob Crosby Orch.; Bob Cats
"Adios, Americano" don't stay away too long
You make me to cry, you make me to sigh
With what you call "Blue Song"
"Adios, Americano" is all she keeps saying
"I save for you kiss, I save for you bliss
Like heaven above
I say no to Felipe and Pancho who promised a great big rancho
I laugh in their face when they try to get big embrace"
"Adios, Americano" your baby she trust you
But if you tell lie, she want for to die, goodbye!"
Zondag 7 september 1997
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