Zondag 27 februari 1983
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Zaterdag 26 februari 1983
In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening
In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Jo Stafford & Frankie Laine - 1951
and multiple other artists
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Save your pappy a chair
When the party's gettin' a glow on
And singin' fills the air
In the shank of the night
When the doin's are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
If you need a pair of freeloaders
To fracture your affair
I may even give them Pagliacci
Now, stand back and give him air
Everyone can relax
And we'll have a few yacks
And you can tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Stickum in my hair
If perchance we look a bit peaked
Remember, c'est la guerre
If we're still on our feet
And there's somethin' to eat
You can tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool of the evening
Better save a chair
When the party's gettin' a glow on
And singin' fills the air
If there's gas in my hack
And my laundry is back
If you need a new face
Or a tenor or bass
You can tell 'em we'll be there
Zaterdag 26 februari 1983
Narciso Y Quasimodo
Narciso Y Quasimodo
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Para que y porque estaremos distanciados
en verdad los motivos no son nada claros
ya sabes esta quiero esta vez ser contactos
es que a veces somos inhumanos
y otras veces no queremos ver
Y al final y al final cuando se han ido todos
otra vez otra vez Narciso y Quasimodo
y volves y volves y quien sabe hasta cuando
y no entiendo a veces porque estamos
sin jamas poder establecer contactos
Un acercamiento una señal
un paso al frente
no existen palabras
si uno manda lo que siente
lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve
y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos
Un acercamiento una señal
un paso al frente
no existen palabras
si uno manda lo que siente
lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve
y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos
Vrijdag 25 februari 1983
In The Chapel In The Moonlight
In The Chapel In The Moonlight
(Danish Version: Når De Gyldne Stjerner Tændes - 1978)
Composer(s): Billy Hill
First release by: Shep Fields & His Rippling Rhythm Orch. - 1936
Covered by multiple other artists
How I'd love to hear the organ
In the chapel in the moonlight
While we're strolling down the aisle
Where roses entwine
How I'd love to hear you whisper
In the chapel in the moonlight
That the love light in your eyes
Forever will shine
Till the roses turn to ashes
Till the organ turns to rust
If you never come, I'll still be there
Till the moonlight turns to dust
How I'd love to hear the choir
In the chapel in the moonlight
As they sing "Oh promise me
Forever be mine"
Till the roses turn to ashes
Till the organ turns to rust
If you never come, I'll still be there
Till the moonlight turns to dust
How I'd love to hear the choir
In the chapel in the moonlight
As they sing "Oh promise me
Forever be mine"
Vrijdag 25 februari 1983
Naranjo En Flor
Naranjo En Flor
Composer(s): Virgilio Expósito; Homero Expósito
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Era mas blanda que el agua
que el agua blanda
era mas fresca que el rio
naranjo en flor
y en esa calle de hastio
calle perdida
hecho un pedazo de vida
y se marcho
Primero hay que saber sufrir
despues amar, despues partir
y al fin andar sin pensamientos
perfume de naranjo en flor
promesas vanas de un amor
que se escaparon con el viento
Despues, que importa del despues
toda mi vida es el ayer
que me detiene en el pasado
eterna y vieja juventud
que me ha dejado acobardado
como un pájaro sin luz
Que le habran hecho mis manos
que le habran hecho
para dejarme en el pecho
tanto dolor
dolor de vieja arboleda
canción de esquina
con un pedazo de vida
naranjo en flor
Primero hay que saber sufrir
despues amar despues partir
y al fin andar sin pensamiento
perfume de naranjo en flor
promesas vanas de un amor
que se escaparon en el viento.
Despues, que importa del despues
toda mi vida es el ayer
que me detiene en el pasado
eterna y vieja juventud
que me ha dejado acobardado
como un pajaro sin luz
Donderdag 24 februari 1983
In The Blue Of Evening
In The Blue Of Evening
Composer(s): Thomas Montgomery Adair; Alfonso D'Artega
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists
In the blue of evening
When you appear close to me, dear one
There in that dusk
We'll share a dream reverie
In the blue of evening
While crickets call and stars are falling
There `neath the midnight sky (**sometimes sung as "starlit sky")
You'll come to me
In the shadows of the night we'll stand
I'll touch your heart and then
Softly as your lovely eyes entreat
Our lips will meet again
In the blue of evening
Night winds above whisper "I love you"
Then we will find romance
In the blue of evening
Donderdag 24 februari 1983
När Min Vän
När Min Vän
Composer(s): Owe Törnqvist
Performer(s): Monica Zetterlund
När min vän sökte min kärlek
en morgon slöjad i grönt
När min vän sökte min kärlek
då doftade blommorna skönt
När min vän vandrade från mig
i solens flämtande glöd
När min vän vandrade från mig
var himlen så flammande röd
I nattens dimmor och lysande träd
tystnade fåglarnas sång
Månen förkunnade: "Tiden är slut!"
och slog sin silver-gonggong
När min vän vände tillbaka
en morgon slöjad i dis
När min vän vände tillbaka
var blommorna frusna till is
blommorna frusna till is
var blommorna frusna till is
Woensdag 23 februari 1983
In The Beginning (The Moody Blues)
In The Beginning
Composer(s): Graeme Edge
Performer(s): The Moody Blues
First Man:
I think, I think I am, I think
Establishment:
Of course you are my bright little star
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
Great computer
You're magnetic ink
First Man:
I'm more than that
I know I am, at least
I think I must be
Inner Man:
There you go, man
keep as cool as you can
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free
Woensdag 23 februari 1983
När Jag Var Fem
När Jag Var Fem
English Title: When I Was Five
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
När jag var fem höll jag i mammas kjol
Och levde i en vänlig värld
Skolan kom sen och jag var tio år
Och blev övervakad, visad och lärd
Vid femton år var jag en del av ett gäng
Där ingen någonsin tänkte för sig
Men nu är det dags, jag skall göra mig fri
Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi
Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig
Refräng:
Jag vill se mig runt
och lära mig om världen
Se vad kärlek är
och vad jag, bara vad jag
Refräng
När jag var fem var jag ett sorglöst barn
Jag byggde mina sagoslott
Nu vill jag se vad livet handlar om
Då det är så lite jag har förstått
Jag anar nog hur hård tid, världen, kan va
Men var och en ska pröva för sig
Och nu är det dags, jag ska göra mig fri
Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi
Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig
Refräng x 3
Dinsdag 22 februari 1983
In The Beginning (Genesis)
In The Beginning
Composer(s): Tony Banks; Peter Gabriel; Steve Hackett; Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Genesis
Ocean of motion
Squirming around and up and down
Pushing together
Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world
And the light from a curious sky
It has begun
You're in the hands of destiny
Thrashing with violence
Hurling its lava up and down
Furnace of frenzy
Burning with power uncontrolled
That is the sound of a new born world
And the light from a curious sky
It has begun
You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
Father, son, looks down with happiness
Life is on its way
Ocean of motion
Squirming around and up and down
Pushing together
Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world
And the light from a curious sky
It has begun
You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
Father, son, looks down with happiness
Life is on its way
Dinsdag 22 februari 1983
När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn
När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn
((English Version: The Queen Of Hearts (Agnetha Fältskog))
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Ingenting blev som förr
När du stängde min dörr
Och jag grät mej till sömns den natten
Det var bittert just då
Och så svårt att förstå
Att vårt kärleksvin blivit vatten
Och jag sa till mej själv
"Aldrig nånsin igen
ska känslorna få styra mej"
Men när du tar mej i din famn
När du viskar ömt mitt namn
Blir jag het och kall på samma gång
Fåglar sjunger för mej
Var gång jag tänker på dej
Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång!
Och när du tar mej i din famn
När du viskar ömt mitt namn
Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till
Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord
Och jag vill älska igen!
Jag var stolt när du gick
Gav dej inte en blick
Och jag sa inte vad jag kände
Men hos mej blev det kallt
Det var tyst överallt
Jag förstod inte vad som hände
Och jag sa till mej själv
"Aldrig nånsin igen
ska känslorna få styra mej"
Men när du tar mej i din famn
När du viskar ömt mitt namn
Blir jag het och kall på samma gång
Fåglar sjunger för mej
Var gång jag tänker på dej
Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång!
Och när du tar mej i din famn
När du viskar ömt mitt namn
Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till
Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord
Och jag vill älska igen!
Så när du tar mej i din famn...
Maandag 21 februari 1983
In The Beautiful Seaside Air
In The Beautiful Seaside Air
Composer(s): Walter Donaldson; William Tracey
Performer(s): Billy Murray
Fellows I want to advise you
How to win your girl's heart
Certain tricks you should be wise to
Learn them before you start
Never make love by the bright fireside
If you're real anxious to take a bride
Don't get together in cold Winter weather
Just wait 'til the Summer comes 'round
Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow
On a warm summer's night while you sit there and spoon
There's nobody looking but the man in the moon
Although the beach is damp and sandy
You'll find a cozy corner handy
If your heart is true
She'll know just what to do
In the beautiful seaside air
You'll quickly find the reason
Why everyone goes there
Cupid is busy each season
Down in the seaside air
Don't go in search of a foreign clime
Stay right at home at vacation time
Pass up the mountains and cream soda fountain
There's one trip you're bound to enjoy
Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow
You can have lots of fun if you follow the bunch
Just take an umbrella and a basket of lunch
If there's a couple nearby dozing
Don't let that keep you from proposing
Stick around and be game
They're all doing the same
In the beautiful seaside air
Maandag 21 februari 1983
Naquela Estacão
Naquela Estacão
Composer(s): João Donato;
Caetano Veloso; Ronaldo Bastos
Performer(s): Adriana Calcanhotto; Caetano Veloso
Você entrou no trem
E eu na estação
Vendo um céu fugir
Também não dava mais
Para tentar
Lhe convencer
A não partir...
E agora, tudo bem
Você partiu
Para ver outras paisagens
E o meu coração embora
Finja fazer mil viagens
Fica batendo parado
Naquela estação....
E o meu coração embora
Finja fazer mil viagens
Fica batendo parado
Naquela estação...
Você entrou no trem
E eu na estação
Vendo um céu fugir
Também não dava mais
Para tentar
Lhe convencer
A não partir...
E agora, tudo bem
Você partiu
Para ver outras paisagens
E o meu coração embora
Finja fazer mil viagens
Fica batendo parado
Naquela estação....
E o meu coração embora
Finja fazer mil viagens
Fica batendo parado
Naquela estação...(2x)
Zondag 20 februari 1983
In The Basement
In The Basement
Composer(s): Billy Davis; Raynard Miner; Carl Williams Smith
Performer(s): Etta James
and multiple other artists
Ohh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long?
In the basement, down in the basement, yeah
Oh where can you go when your money gets low?
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be safe
In the basement, down in the basement, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where can you dance to any music you choose?
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Oh, you got the comforts of home, a nightclub too
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
There’s no cover charge or fee and the food and drinks are free
In the basement, down in the basement
Come on child, you can do it, you can do it, yeah
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, in the basement, in the basement that’s where its at
(You tell ‘em)
Where they don’t, where they don’t check you age at the door
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Barracuda and ??? ‘til your feet get sore
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Do any dance you want to do, there’s no one under you
In the basement, I know it, you tell ‘em oh-h-h-h I wanna go
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
Zondag 20 februari 1983
N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Fleur carnivore d'aéroport
Bijou fragile roule et rutile
Où sont tes ailes pour le futur?
Si tu choisis d'enfanter la démesure
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Des étagères pour les idées
Un vieil enfer à réchauffer
La femme objet dans la baignoire
Et la misère au Brown Sugar
Le lit est froid un vrai poignard
C'est le parking du désespoir
Le ciel est bleu comme en enfer
Sur Las Vegas dans le désert
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Les lumières jaunes de notre zone
Sentent l'ozone et la mer
Les tueurs pâles de l'arrière salle
Vont te parler en plein air
Dealers de mots et de boussoles
D'idées usées par la racole
Castreurs séniles aux ongles noirs
Tout se bouscule dans l'entonnoir
Les soirs craquants où tu hésites
Entre la marge et sa limite
Quand tu es là contre sa peau
Bien à l'abri dans tes yeux clos
Ils vont te braquer au bout du voyage
Si t'es encore vivant, pour refermer la cage
Ne signe pas la carte et flambe les dollars
Sinon tu n'es plus rien desséché, dérisoire!
Tu ne veux pas te vendre, alors tu meurs!
On te bouffera de l'intérieur
Sois une flèche en altitude!
Un baiser dans la solitude
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Zaterdag 19 februari 1983
In Honolulu By The Sea
In Honolulu By The Sea
Composer(s): Jack Frost
It's just the time the moon is shining down
In Honolulu by the sea
It's just the time the ukeleles sound
In Honolulu by the sea
Sleep, dream, my Honolulu lady
Tho' I'm far away from thee
Sweet breezes whisper love songs as of you
When last you said farewell to me
The same old silv'ry moon is shining there
In Honolulu by the sea
With same sweet songs the night birds fill the air
In Honolulu by the sea
Sleep, dream, my ukelele lady
Won't you sing once more to me
The songs that used to drive away all care
In Honolulu by the sea
Once again I seem to hear her softly singing
"Aloha oe, aloha oe"
When thro' the pines the ukeleles ringing
bring back the happy days that used to be
Honey Lou, my tears are falling
As I seem to hear you softly calling me
"Aloha oe, aloha oe"
In Honolulu by the sea
Zaterdag 19 februari 1983
Napoli Chante
Napoli Chante
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand je te serre entre mes bras
Napoli chante
Napoli chante, rien que pour moi
Comme un guaglione en plein soleil
D'une vois pure et sans pareil
Ensorcelante
A mon oreille
Quand nos cœurs jouent le même accord
Napoli danse
Napoli danse, le diable au corps
Avec fureur avec génie
Pleine d'amour de frénésie
Et d'insolence
Jusqu'à l'aurore
J'ai des soleils sur mes murs gris
Qui se dessinent
Des coins de ciel lavés de pluie
Qui s'illuminent
Des arcs-en-ciel peignant nos nuits
De mille teintes
Que de merveilles au fond des cris
De nos étreintes
Quand tes yeux plongent dans les miens
Napoli parle
Napoli parle, avec les mains
Un peu de tout, beaucoup de rien
D'amour, de bonheur et de vin
Napoli parle
Napolitain
Quand ton amour brûle mon cœur
Napoli chante
Napoli chante notre bonheur
Elle se prend pour Caruso
Chante plus fort chante plus haut
Tonitruante
Le bel canto
Quand ton regard hante mes jours
Napoli rêve
Napoli rêve au grand amour
Amour profond, amour folie
Commis au fond d'un vaste lit
Et fille d'Ève
A ton sein lourd
Quand tu es loin, je broie du noir
Tout semble terne
Tous les drapeaux de mes espoirs
Restent en berne
Je suis inquiet, je suis jaloux
Et m'imagine
Que tous les dieux sont contre nous
Et m'assassinent
Mais quand tu rentres et ris de moi
Napoli chante
Napoli chante à pleine voix
Sa mélodie vole dans l'air
Se mêle au vent défie la mer
Reconnaissante
Que tu sois là
Napoli chante
L'hymne à la joie
Vrijdag 18 februari 1983
In Hollywood
In Hollywood
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt; Jacques Morali
Performer(s): Village People
Take a bus, a train or a plane to Hollywood
Go there and then change your name
You die your hair out there, it's part of the game
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Tell the bank that you need a loan
Go sell your house and every little thing that you own
You'll make your dream, forget what you've ever known
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Now you're set, so follow the rules
Don't need a house unless it comes with the pool
Buy some new clothes and then you've got to be cool
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In sty-y-y-yle (get in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle
Say hi-i-i-i (saying hi-i-i) as you cruise by-y-y-y
(Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)
Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
(Holly-Hollywood, Holly-Hollywood) come on
Now it's time to get a new car
You know the kind that has a phone and a bar
You'll soon forget the per-son you really are
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Tell your friends you walked off the stage
Then slip outside and call and have yourself paged
Get on the phone and scream as though in a rage
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In sty-y-y-yle (be in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle (L.A. sty-y-y-yle)
Say hi-i-i-i (say hi) as you cruise by-y-y-y (as you cruise by)
(Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)
Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
(Holly-Hollywood) well (Holly-Hollywood) alright
Studio (what), lights (lights), music (music), action (action)
Dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
Vrijdag 18 februari 1983
Napoléon IV
Napoléon IV
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Parce qu'un Corse lui fit la cour
Au doux temps de ses illusions
Me mère en me donnant le jour
Me prénomma Napoléon
En haut d'un vieil hôtel miteux
Je règne sur une chaise et un pieu
Mes Tuileries donnent au fond d'la cour
J'suis l'Napoléon des faubourgs
Si ma Joséphine
C'est une chouette gamine
Elle est vite à bout d'arguments
Pour m'faire oublier le temps présent
Mais sans crier gare
Quand j'en aurai marre
D'jouer à cache-cache avec la mouise
J'croquerai la dot à Marie-Louise
J'travaillais chez Pitt & Cobourg
Des gars qui n'font jamais d'cadeaux
Et ne vous laissent sur les os
Que d'quoi faire la peau d'un tambour
Au blocus de mon estomac
Ils s'amusèrent pendant des mois
Pour me vider comme dans l'histoire
De leur usine de Trafalgar
J'suis dans la débime
Et ma Joséphine
Qui ne vit pas que d'l'air du temps
Va me laisser choir sur le champ
Sur le champ de bataille
Quand l'amour se taille
On arrive au bout d'son rouleau
Moi j'viens d'connaître mon Waterloo
J'ai eu beau faire donner la garde
A trop compter sur les souris
On s'retrouve dans un terrain vague
Du côté de la Plaine Saint-Denis
C'est là qu'sans pognon sans amour
Comme Napoléon dans son île
J'finirai ma vie en exil
Mais dans cet exil des faubourgs
J'aurai pas la veine
Comme à Sainte-Hélène
De voir le soleil sur la mer
Jouer au fond les golfes clairs
J'suis rayé d'l'Histoire
Jusqu'au jour de gloire
Où les pieds joints, le teint livide
On m'fera l'honneur des Invalides
Donderdag 17 februari 1983
In Heaven There Is No Beer
