Zaterdag 17 maart 2007
L'éclusier
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L'éclusier
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Zaterdag 17 maart 2007
Bob Wills Is Still The King
Bob Wills Is Still The King
Composer(s): Waylon Jennings
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Clint Black
Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king
Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It's the home of country music, on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
'Cause once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told
That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing
He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king
Vrijdag 16 maart 2007
The Lockman
The Lockman
((Adapted from: L'éclusier (by Jacques Brel) - 1968))
((Dutch Version: De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos - 1998))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
The bargemen see
Me growing old
I see the bargemen
Aging too
We play the game
Of Tom Fools
Where the one
Who still is oldest
In my work
Even in summer
He must travel
WIth eyes clossed
It's not nothing
Being a lockman
The barge men know
My bloated face
They joke with me
That's there mistake
Half sorcerer
Half drunkard
I cast a spell
On all that sings
In my work
In autumn
We gather fruit
And the drowned
It's not nothing
Being a lockman
In his basket
A baby squirms
To watch the fly
On his nose
Mama moans
And time frets
Cabbage sweats
And fires groan
In my work
In winter
We think of the father
Who drowned himself
It's not nothing
Being a lockman
Towards the spring
The barge women
Feign and gloat
From their boat
I'd like their games
But for that war
That he leaves me
Somewhat damaged
In my work
In the spring
One takes the time
To drown self
Vrijdag 16 maart 2007
Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?)
Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?)
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Bernie Hanighen
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and various other artists
I was talkin' to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin' to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl-tells me you're foul
Singin' those lullaby notes
Don't be a bring down
If you can swing down
Gimme those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
and they're sayin' you're "off the cob"
Fake it, Mister B
Take it, follow me, Bob white
We're gonna break it up tonight
Donderdag 15 maart 2007
L'éclairage
L'éclairage
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Je me lève péniblement
j'enfile ma paire de vieux jeans
quand je me brosse les dents
la glace renvoie ma bonne mine
je me pince un peu les joues
ça manque de vitamines
l'éclairage est en d'ssous d'tout
faudrait le changer
je fais le lit succinctement
et un litre de thé de Chine
que je vais boire bien brûlant
sucré à la saccharine
je regarde le paysage
toujours couleur naphtaline
décidément l'éclairage
faudrait le changer
Donderdag 15 maart 2007
Bob Dylan Blues
Bob Dylan Blues
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Performer(s): Syd Barrett
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Goin’ to write me a song
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
Bout’ god and my god and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Chorus:
'Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
'Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
Chorus
Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seams
'Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
Chorus
Woensdag 14 maart 2007
Lecho De Amor Y Muerte
Lecho De Amor Y Muerte
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Un hilo de fuego en las sienes
rompiendo las venas desciende
fundidos en la misma fiebre
secar hasta la última fuente
matando el amor
en lecho de amor y de muerte
Y luego un pitillo se enciende
silencio y ceniza en la mente
Los cuerpos domados retienen
el peso ancestral de la nieve
matando el amor
en un lecho de amor y de muerte
Penumbra en las carnes inertes
despiertos de cuerpo presente
en lecho con forma de puente
que va del amor a la muerte
matando el amor
en lecho de amor y de muerte
Woensdag 14 maart 2007
Boats To Build
Boats To Build
Composer(s): Guy Clark; Verlon Thompson
Performer(s): Guy Clark
and various other artists
It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
The same ol words the same ol lines
The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes
Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail
Chorus
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings
The wind can make em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
Chorus
Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day
Chorus
Dinsdag 13 maart 2007
L'écho
L'écho
Performer(s): France Gall
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o
Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o
Il se fait tendre
Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
C'est le témoin invisible
De tout ce que je fais
Et d'une voix impassible
Il commente la journée
Tu vois ce nuage noir il va sûrement pleuvoir o o o
Tout va s'arranger puisqu'on se retrouve ce soir o o o o o
Si ce garçon en dansant te pose des problèmes o o o
Je t'en supplie n'oublies pas
N'oublies pas que je t'aime o o o o o
Lorsque la journée s'achève
Je pense à notre bonheur
Et j'entends encore en rêve
Mon écho au fond du cœur
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o
Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o
Il se fait tendre
Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
Dinsdag 13 maart 2007
Boatman (Roger McGuinn)
Boatman
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Boatman sing boatman dance
Boatman love Miss Mary Ann
Dance boatman dance
Dance boatman dance
Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
Go home with the gals in the morning
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Boatman dance boatman sing
Boatman do most anything
Dance boatman dance
Dance boatman dance
Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
Go home with the gals in the morning
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Maandag 12 maart 2007
Lèche-Cocu
Lèche-Cocu
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Comme il chouchoutait les maris
Qu'il les couvrait de flatteries
Quand il en pinçait pour leurs femmes
Qu'il avait des cornes au cul
On l'appelait lèche-cocu
Oyez tous son histoire infâme
Si l'mari faisait du bateau
Il lui parlait de tirant d'eau
De voiles, de mâts de misaine
De yacht, de brick et de steamer
Lui, qui souffrait du mal de mer
En passant les ponts de la Seine
Si l'homme était un peu bigot
Lui qui sentait fort le fagot
Criblait le ciel de patenôtres
Communiait à grand fracas
Retirant même en certains cas
L'pain bénit d'la bouche d'un autre
Si l'homme était sergent de ville
En sautoir - mon Dieu, que c'est vil -
Il portait un flic en peluche
Lui qui, sans ménager sa voix
Criait: "Mort aux vaches" autrefois
Même atteint de la coqueluche
Si l'homme était un militant
Il prenait sa carte à l'instant
Pour bien se mettre dans sa manche
Biffant ses propres graffiti
Du vendredi, le samedi
Ceux du samedi, le dimanche
Et si l'homme était dans l'armée
Il entonnait pour le charmer
"Sambre-et-Meuse" et tout le folklore
Lui, le pacifiste bêlant
Qui fabriquait des cerfs-volants
Avec le drapeau tricolore
Maandag 12 maart 2007
Boatman (James Taylor)
Boatman
Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor; Livingston Taylor
Hearts were exploding around us
As we drifted south down the bay
The gray up above and gray down below
Left us with nothing to say
So we drifted along in silence
'Til the tickle of life trickled in
And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand
We were catching fire again
Chorus:
Oh boatman, I am the river
I am the mountain and the sea
Oh boatman, taker and giver
Can you deliver me
I would forever run free
Yeah we finally caught up with legends
We were walking along side by side
We worked out a plan
To go out hand in hand
But the long trail just wasn't that wide
The water around us was freezing
We just laughed and threw ourselves in
And although we were old
The sting of that cold
Pumped up the feeling, here it is again
Chorus
Oh I'm a message in a bottle
Drifting along on a deep blue sea
Waiting for some foreign shore
Ready for something to be
No longer afraid of falling
We cut the strings to the sky
We found level ground
And we put ourselves down
Amazing we all didn¹t die
We took each moment as given
By second by second they came
The ice and the sun and the thundering guns
Good God I was finally sane
Chorus
Zondag 11 maart 2007
Lèche-Bottes Blues
Lèche-Bottes Blues
Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'aime les impôts, leur clairvoyance
Leurs multitalents, leur polyvalence
Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime les visites des huissiers
Etes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien oublié?
Oh oui j'les aime, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime aussi ma maison d'disques
L'attachée de presse, la standardiste
Je les aime, oh oui, je les aime
Sans oublier ma petite Sacem
Qui sait, ô combien, combien je l'aime
J'en rajoute pas, j'en fais pas des tonnes
Mais j'espère surtout que je n'oublie personne
Lèche-bottes blues
Je fais le lèche-bottes blues
Lèche-bottes blues
Je remercie aux césars
Toute l'équipe sans qui je n's'rais pas star
Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime
C'est fou c'que j'aime
J'aime tous les hommes politiques
Ils sont si sincères et si sympathiques
Oh! oui j'les aime j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime la police et l'armée
Tous ces beaux garçons si bien habillés
Je les aime, oh, oui, j'les aime
J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
Vive le show-biz et la charité
Il n'y a que la Six qu'on n'a pas pu sauver
Oh, à la prochaine libération
Je serai tondu, mais j'demand'rai pardon
À force de lécher
Ma langue est râpée
Mais j'aime le lèche-bottes blues
Zondag 11 maart 2007
Boat To Sail
Boat To Sail
Performer(s): The Carpenters
You're up state, up late, and city fed
I'm a California label
From the top of my head
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
There's a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian Wilson songs are never left behind
Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail
Zaterdag 10 maart 2007
Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts
Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald
and multiple other artists
Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune'
His sheep never stray
Dancing all day
Till they see the pale and yellow moon
And then he leads his flock
and homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
Wail on shepherd
Play those haunting trills
Come home sheopherd
Let it ech through the hills!
Zaterdag 10 maart 2007
Boat On The River
Boat On The River
Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs
Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out any more
Time stands still as I gaze In her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don't cry out anymore
Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore
Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down, with you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore
Vrijdag 9 maart 2007
Swing Me A Lullaby
Swing Me A Lullaby
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring
Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone
"Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me
"In a treetop, going sleepy bye"
But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle
And swing me a lullaby!
"Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song
And I know the bogeyman's a lie!
I know a better way to sleep
Than just by countin' sheep
Oh, swing me a lullaby!
"Little fishy in the brook
Poppa catch 'im by the hook"
Puts me to sleep quick enough
But for my lullaby
Give me a "Hi-de-hi!"
and stuff!
Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing me a lullaby!
Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing
Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!
Vrijdag 9 maart 2007
Boat Drinks
Boat Drinks
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm!
I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm
Donderdag 8 maart 2007
Sweet Affection
Sweet Affection
Composer(s): Clyde Otis - John Jennings
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree
Once you loves me (sweet affection)
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Once your thoughts (sweet affection)
Were all of me! (sweet affection)
But now you've gone (sweet affection)
And found another (sweet affection)
And I'm just (sweet affection)
A memory!
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree
Gonna send back (sweet affection)
All those letters (sweet affection)
That you wrote (sweet affection)
With a fickle pen! (sweet affection)
And from now on (sweet affection)
We'll act like strangers (sweet affection)
Or at least (sweet affection)
Till we meet again!
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree (sweet affection, sweet affection)
Donderdag 8 maart 2007
Boa Constrictor
