Zaterdag 26 februari 1977
Rossetto Sul Colletto
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Rossetto Sul Colletto
((Adapted from: Lipstick On Your Collar (by Connie Francis) - 1959))
((Danish Version: Tusind Skøre Tanker (by Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann) - 1959))
Composer(s): George Goehring - Edna Lewis
Composer(s): Mina - 1960
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Vrijdag 25 februari 1977
In Mijn Ogen Kun Je Zien Wat Ik Bedoel
In Mijn Ogen Kun Je Zien Wat Ik Bedoel ((aka Droomdans (Liliane Saint-Pierre) - 1998))
((Adapted from: Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood (Nina Simone) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin - Sol Marcus - Gloria Caldwell - Frank Houtappels
Performer(s): Ton Kas - 2011
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Je N'ai À T'offrir Que Mon Amour (Noël Deschamps)
1965 - Et Kai Ymmärrä Minua Väärin (Lasse Mårtenson)
Liefste, luister es goed naar wat ik zeg
Want ik zeg het geen tweede keer
Een kerel als ik is nou eenmaal geen engel
Meestal weet ik het zelf ook niet meer
En al zeg ik niet vaak wat ik eigenlijk voel
In mijn ogen kun je zien wat ik bedoel
Als ik eens naar doe wil ik dat je weet
Dat ik nou eenmaal snel mijn manieren vergeet
En als ik weer aanneem dat jij me wel kent
Vergeet ik soms dat jij ook maar een vrouw met gevoel bent
Liefste, ik weet dat ik geen prins ben
Niet bepaald een lot uit de loterij
Maar laat ik je zeggen dat je mijn koningin bent
Ook al ben ik niet goed in vleierij
En al zeg ik niet vaak wat ik eigenlijk voel
Ik hoop dat je wel begrijpt wat ik bedoel
Ik hoop dat je ziet wat ik bedoel
Ik kan niet zeggen wat ik voel
Snap je nou wat ik bedoel
Ik kan niet zeggen wat ik voel
Vrijdag 25 februari 1977
Confess
Confess
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin; George Weiss
Performer(s): Doris Day & Buddy Clark
and multiple other artists
(Doris)
Confess
(Buddy)
Confess, confess
(Doris)
Why don't you confess
(Buddy)
Say yes, say yes
(Doris)
I wish you'd reveal to me
(Buddy)
Reveal to me
(Doris)
The way that you feel
(Buddy)
Why don't you tell me the way that you feel
(Doris)
Confess
(Buddy)
Confess, confess
(Doris)
Confess, it isn't a crime
(Buddy)
Oh no, no crime
(Doris)
To open your heart to me
(Buddy)
Confide in me
(Doris)
And say that you're mine
(Buddy)
Why don't ya tell me you're gonna be mine
(Doris)
How long can I keep waiting
For a tender word from you
The sweetest rose starts fading
When the sunshine won't come through
Confess
(Buddy)
Confess, confess
(Doris)
Please don't make me guess
(Buddy)
Don't make me guess
(Doris)
If you really care for me
(Buddy)
If you could care
(Doris)
Then darling confess
(Buddy)
Confess
(Doris)
Confess, confess
(Buddy)
Why don't you confess
(Doris)
Say yes, say yes
(Buddy)
I wish you'd reveal to me
(Doris)
Reveal to me
(Buddy)
The way that you feel
(Doris)
You know the way that I feel
(Buddy)
Confess
(Doris)
Confess, confess
(Buddy)
It isn't a crime
(Doris)
Oh no, no crime
(Buddy)
To open your heart to me
(Doris)
Confide in me
(Buddy)
Then say that you're mine
(Doris)
Why don't you tell me you're gonna be mine
(Buddy)
How long can I keep waiting
For a tender word from you
The sweetest rose starts fading
When the sunshine won't come through
(Doris)
Confess
(Buddy)
I'm ready now to confess
(Doris)
Pleas don't make me guess
(Buddy)
Uh, us won't make you guess
(Doris)
If you really care for me
(Buddy)
I really do
(Doris)
Then darling confess
(Both)
So now, let's both confess
Vrijdag 25 februari 1977
Rosie's Cantina
Rosie's Cantina
Composer(s): Benny Hill
Performer(s): Benny Hill
When I met you, in Rosie's Cantina
You looked so lonesome and sad
I bought you a drink, and I said with a wink
Maybe things won't be so bad
You ordered... a large champagne cocktail
Then vodka and wine from Jerome
And as I bought it I suddenly thought it's
No wonder that you're on your own
You took me... across town to your place
My eagernes I could not hide
When we reached your floor, you closed the front door
Tell me... why did you leave me outside...?
So I went... and sang 'neath your window
From midnight 'til turned half past three
Oh tell me sweet lady, sweet lady pray tell me
What was it you emptied on me...?
I hoped... when I met you Maria
You'd be the love of my life
I gave you my heart, but you tore it apart
So I think I'll go back to the wife....
Donderdag 24 februari 1977
Je N'ai À T'offrir Que Mon Amour
Je N'ai À T'offrir Que Mon Amour
((Adapted from: Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood (Nina Simone) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin - Sol Marcus - Gloria Caldwell - Gilles Thibault
Performer(s): Noël Deschamps - 1965
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Et Kai Ymmärrä Minua Väärin (Lasse Mårtenson)
1998 - Droomdans (Liliane Saint-Pierre)
2011 - In Mijn Ogen Kun Je Zien Wat Ik Bedoel (Ton Kas)
Je sais, j'ai mes jours de colère
Mes heures de désespoir
Je sais qu'à ces moments-là
J'en veux au monde entier
Et je voudrais fuir, même ton regard
Mais toi, tu m'en veux
Tu ne comprends donc pas
J'ai peur
Je n'ai à t'offrir que mon amour
Devant les vitrines illuminées
Quand je vois tes yeux s'allumer
Je te crie "Allons ! Viens, ne perds pas ton temps"
Et je t'entraîne en bousculant les gens
Mais toi, tu m'en veux
Tu ne comprends donc pas
J'ai peur
Je n'ai à t'offrir que mon amour
La nuit, dans mes rêves, je laisse éclater
La rage qui depuis longtemps bouillonne en moi
Et dans ces vitrines, sans rien demander
Je charge mes bras de cadeaux pour toi
Je t'aime tant, oh, oh, mais le matin
En ouvrant les yeux, je vois mes mains
Et je les retrouve là si vides
Que je n'ose plus les tendre vers toi
Mais toi, tu m'en veux
Tu ne comprends donc pas
J'ai peur
Je n'ai à t'offrir que mon amour
Mais toi, tu m'en veux
Tu ne comprends donc pas
J'ai peur
Je n'ai à t'offrir que mon amour
Mais toi, tu m'en veux
Tu ne comprends donc pas
J'ai peur
Je n'ai à t'offrir que mon amour
Donderdag 24 februari 1977
Confesiones Frente Al Espejo
Confesiones Frente Al Espejo
Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Dime lo que pasa
En tu corazón
Dime donde duele
Donde se rompió
Como sucedió
Dímelo
Dime si ha cambiado
Tu imaginación
Tu sueño anhelado
El sonido de tu voz
Dime si cambio…
Dímelo
Dime si serás el mismo hasta mañana
Dime si será lo mismo el día de hoy, si…
Dime si en cada respuesta
Hay una pregunta interior
Dime si ese que me mira, sigo siendo yo
Dime lo que pasa
En tu corazón
Dime lo que falta
Donde se perdió
Como sucedió
Dímelo
Dime si serás el mismo hasta mañana
Dime si será lo mismo el día de hoy
Dime si en cada respuesta
Hay una pregunta interior
Dime si ese que mira sigo siendo yo…
Dime si serás el mismo hasta mañana
Dime si será lo mismo el día de hoy
Dime si en cada respuesta
Hay una pregunta interior
Dime si ese que mira sigo siendo yo
Donderdag 24 februari 1977
Rosie (Jackson Browne)
Rosie
Composer(s): Jackson Browne; Donald Miller
Performer(s): Jackson Browne
She was standing at the load-in
When the trucks rolled up
She was sniffing all around
Like a half grown female pup
She wasn't hard to talk to
Looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her my pass
So she could get in and see the show
Well I sat her down right next to me
And I got her a beer
While I mixed that sound on stage
So the band could hear
The more I watched her watch them play
The less I could think of to say
And when they walked off stage
The drummer swept that girl away
But Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I've got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight Rosie
Well I guess I might have known from the start
She'd come for a star
Might have told my imagination not to run too far
Of all the times that I've been burned
By now you'd think I'd have learned
That it's who you look like
Not who you are
But Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I've got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight Rosie
Woensdag 23 februari 1977
Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye
Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
Performer(s): Don Cherry
and multiple other artists
Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell me you love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye
Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss
Soften my dreams with your sigh
After you've loved me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye
If you must go I won't grieve
If you just wait a life-time before you leave
If you must go I won't say "no"
Just so we can say that we tried
Tell me you love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye
Woensdag 23 februari 1977
Confesión
Confesión
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Si acaso ella volviera...
volviera..
mañana junto a mí
Yo moriría por ella
por ella...
y si me pidiera
mataría por ella
sin ella
no hay nada para mí
Es que ella y yo somos los dos
la misma cosa
y no me resigno a admitirlo...
pero fue bueno mientras duró
Yo moriría por ella
por ella...
y si me pidiera
mataría por ella
sin ella
no hay nada para mí
Es que ella y yo somos los dos
la misma cosa
y no me resigno a admitirlo...
pero fue bueno mientras duró
Woensdag 23 februari 1977
Rosie (Francis Cabrel)
Rosie
Composer(s): Jackson Brown; Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Elle était déjà là bien avant
Que les camions ne viennent
Elle tournait comme une enfant
Une poupée derrière la scène
C'était facile de lui parler
On a échangé quelques mots
Je lui ai donné mon passe
Pour qu'elle puisse entrer voir le show
Elle s'est assise à côté de moi
Sur des caisses de bière
Pendant que je mixais le son pour le groupe
Sur la scène en arrière
Elle les fixait à s'en brûler la peau
Moi, je la trouvais tellement belle
Après le dernier morceau
Le batteur est parti avec elle
Oh Rosie, tout est blanc
Tes yeux m'éclairent
De t'avoir eu un instant
J'étais tellement fier
Tout ce qu'il me reste à présent
L'envie de tout foutre en l'air
Et de recommencer la nuit...
...Rosie
Je suppose j'aurais dû deviner
Qu'elle venait pour les stars
Et m'empêcher de l'imaginer
Dans mes bras plus tard
Depuis tout le temps que j'en tremble
Ce soir quand même j'ai compris
Faut pas dire à qui je ressemble
Faut dire qui je suis
Oh Rosie, tout est blanc
Tes yeux m'éclairent
De t'avoir eu un instant
J'étais tellement fier
Tout ce qu'il me reste à présent
L'envie de tout foutre en l'air
Et de recommencer la nuit...
Recommencer la nuit...
Recommencer la nuit...
Rosie...Rosie...Rosie...Rosie...Rosie...
Dinsdag 22 februari 1977
Then What
Then What
Composer(s): Randy Sharp - Jon Vezner
Performer(s): Clay Walker; Sybersound
Well I got a good friend who's got a good life
He's got two pretty children and a real nice wife
But he never seems quite satisfied
I said I know what's on your mind
But you better think about it before you cross that line
The grass ain't always greener on the other side
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you can't turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
Well I ain't saying that looking's a crime
Well I've done my share from time to time
It don't mean that you gotta take that leap
When you're standin' on the brink
Before you jump you gotta step back and think
There's a price for ever promise you don't keep
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you can't turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
Do what you want, do what you wish
It's your life but remember this
There's bound to be some consequences
Sneaking under other fences
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you can't turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
Dinsdag 22 februari 1977
Coney Island
Coney Island
Performer(s): Al Jolson
Every summer we go down to Deauville by the sea
Where one can rub his shoulders with a king
St. Moritz in wintertime, ah that’s the place to be
And then to Paris in the spring
Where one can have his little fling
Though Normandy is lovely in November
Somehow it leaves you nothing to remember
I can’t forget the night I met you down at Coney…Island
Gee, I was proud you picked me from the crowd at Coney…Island
And very soon I proved to you that my intentions weren’t phoney
It ended in ma…tri...mo...ny
And now we’re eating caviar instead of macaroni
But I recall those picnic lunches a baloney with a smile
I guess I’m still a hick
‘Cause I still get a kick
Just loving you while scrumming through the crowd
At Coney Isle
Dinsdag 22 februari 1977
Rosie (Don Partridge)
Rosie
Composer(s): Don Partridge
Performer(s): Don Partridge
Rosie, oh Rosie
I'd like to paint your face up in the sky
Sometimes when I'm busy
Relaxing I'd look up and catch your eye
Your eyes when they're widening
Bring thunder and lightning
And sunset strokes the colour of your skin
Your eyes are so blue
I just think of a blue sky
And bumble bees buzzing on the wing
Rosie, oh Rosie
It's raining when you look the other way
Rosie, oh Rosie
Your laughter brings the sunshine out to play
And though I just met you
When I silhouetted you
A highlight golden shadow in your hair
I'd paint in your mind's eye
A vary of blue skies
Summer birds swinging through the air
Rosie, oh Rosie
I'd paint your face for all the world to see
Rosie, oh Rosie
I'd like to paint your face eternally
Maandag 21 februari 1977
Then I'll Stop Loving You
Then I'll Stop Loving You
Composer(s): Joe Goodwin - Joe McCarthy - Al. Piantadosi
You seem afraid of my love, dear, afraid of the things that I do
true love has never run smooth, dear, that's why you think I'm not true
It's foolish to tell you my lovetale, I can't think of anything new
still I'll admit you are right, dear, maybe I'll stop loving you
Sweethearts must have bits of sorrow, that helps to sweeten the joy
sad today, glad on the morrow, life of a girl and boy
One smile can chase any frown, dear
One kiss can gladden the heart, though I may stop loving you
dear, that very day I will start
When the golden sun stops shining, when the flowers cease to grow
when a broken heart stops pining, when the waters cease to flow
when a lad without a lassie, never feels a trifle blue
when a child won't miss it's mother's kiss, then I'll stop loving you
Maandag 21 februari 1977
Condition Of The Heart
Condition Of The Heart
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince
There was a girl in Paris
Whom he sent a letter 2
Hoping she would answer back
Now wasn't that a foolhardy notion
On the part of a sometimes
Lonely musician
Acting out a whim is only good
4 a condition of the heart
There was a dame from London
Who insisted that he love her
Then left him 4 a real prince
From Arabia, now isn't that
A shame that sometimes money
Buys U everything and nothing
Love, it only seems 2 buy a
Terminal condition of the heart
Thinking about U driving me crazy
My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh
Every day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
There was a woman from the ghetto
Who made funny faces just like
Clara Bow, how was I 2 know
That she would wear the same
Cologne as U and giggle the same
Giggle that U do?
Whenever I would act a fool, the fool
With a condition of the heart
Thinking about U driving me crazy
My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh
Every single day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
There was a girl (There was a girl in Paris)
whom he sent a letter to... (Whom he sent a letter 2)
(Hoping she would answer back)
She never answered back and now (wasn't that a foolhardy)
He's got a condition of the heart (notion ...)
Maandag 21 februari 1977
Rosetta
Rosetta
Composer(s): Mike Snow
Performer(s): Alan Price; Georgie Fame
Well my little girl is a sweet little girl
but she does things make your eyebrows curl
You let her loose on a Friday night
you know it's gonna end in a fight
Rosetta drinks her whiskey neat
she gets in a fight and she might get beat
So I go round on the Saturday night
and ask her if she feel allright
Rosetta are you better
are you well
well
well
Rosetta are you better
are you well
well
well
well
well
well - well
well
well
When Friday comes she's fine again
so we go to a club where we got friends
Knocked on the door but we couldn't get in
'cos the boss don't want no fuss
So we went up town and drank around
and Rosie ended on the ground
So I took her home and I put her to bed
and you can guess what I said
Zondag 20 februari 1977
Then I'll Be Tired Of You
Then I'll Be Tired Of You
Composer(s): Arthur Schwartz - E.Y. Harburg
First release by: Freddy Martin and His Orch. - 1934
Covered by multiple other artists
You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt
Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?"
Well, no one is sure of sunshine, no one is sure of dawn
But I am sure my love will live on and on
I'll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming
When I am tired of dreaming, then I'll be tired of you
This I know is true: when winds are tired of blowing
When grass is tired of growing, then I'll be tired of you
Beyond the years, 'til day is night, 'til wrong is right
'Til birds refuse to sing
Beyond the years, the echo of my only love
Will still be whispering, whispering
And if my throbbing heart should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating, then I'll be tired of you
Zondag 20 februari 1977
Concurrence Déloyale
Concurrence Déloyale
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Il y a péril en la demeure
Depuis que les femmes de bonnes mœurs
Ces trouble-fête
Jalouses de Manon Lescaut
Viennent débiter leurs gigots
À la sauvette
Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus
La brave horizontal' déçue
Ell's prenn'nt sa place
De la bouche au pauvre tapin
Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain
C'est dégueulasse
En vérité, je vous le dis
Il y en a plus qu'en Normandie
Il y a de pommes
Sainte-Mad'lein', protégez-nous
Le métier de femme ne nourrit plus son homme
Y a ces gamines de malheur
Ces goss's qui, tout en suçant leur
Pouc' de fillette
Se livrent au détournement
De majeur et, vénalement
Trouss'nt leur layette
Y a ces rombièr's de qualité
Ces punais's de salon de thé
Qui se prosternent
Qui, pour redorer leur blason
Viennent accrocher leur vison
À la lanterne
Y a ces p'tit's bourgeoises faux culs
Qui, d'accord avec leur cocu
Clerc de notaire
Au prix de gros vendent leur corps
Leurs charmes qui fleurent encor
La pomm' de terre
Lors, délaissant la fill' de joie
Le client peut faire son choix
Tout à sa guise
Et se payer beaucoup moins cher
Des collégienn's, des ménagèr's
Et des marquises
Ajoutez à ça qu'aujourd'hui
La manie de l'acte gratuit
Se développe
Que des créatur's se font culbuter à l'œil et sans calcul
Ah! les salopes!
Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus
La brave horizontal' déçue
Ell' prenn'nt sa place
De la bouche au pauvre tapin
Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain
C'est dégueulasse
Zondag 20 februari 1977
Rose's Turn
Rose's Turn
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Bette Middler;
and various other artists
Rose
Here she is, boys!
Here she is, world!
Here's Rose!
Curtain up!
Light the lights!
Play it, boys!
Ya either got it, or ya ain't
And, boys, I got it!
Ya like it?
Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay
Some people can't even give it away
This people's got it and this people's spreadin' it around!
You either have it
or you've had it!
Hello, everybody! My name is Rose! What's yours?
How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and hallelujah
Mama's gonna show it to you
Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama
Mama's talkin' loud
Mama's doin' fine
Mama's gettin' hot
Mama's goin' strong
Mama's movin' on
Mama's all alone
Mama doesn't care
Mama's lettin' loose
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's lettin' go
Mama?
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's gotta move
Mama's gotta go
Mama? Mama?
Mama's gotta let go
Why did I do it?
What did it get me?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background
Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you
All your life and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you're battin' zero
I had a dream
I dreamed it for you, June
It wasn't for me, Herbie
And if it wasn't for me then where would you be
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything's coming up roses!
Everything's coming up roses
this time for me!
For me! For me! For me! For me! For me!
For me! Yeah!
(Rose takes the silent bows as Gypsy enters and applauds)
Rose
I was...trying out for you...New ideas you might wanna use...
Gypsy
You really would have been something, momma!
Rose
Do you think so?
Gypsy
If you had someone to push you like I had...
Rose
If I could have been...I would have been...
And that's show business!
I guess I did it for me...
Gypsy
Why, momma?
Rose
Just wanted to be noticed...
Gypsy
Like I wanted you to notice me!
I still do, momma!
(They embrace each other. Rose cries)
Gypsy
It's OK, momma! OK, Rose!
Rose
See... You look like you should speak French!
Gypsy
You're coming to that party with me...
Rose
No!
Gypsy
Come on!
Rose
Not like this
Gypsy
Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet
Rose
Well, maybe just for an hour or two...
Hey, it looks better on me than it does on you
Funny how we can both wear the same size!
Gypsy
Specially in mink
Rose
You know...I had a dream last night
There was a big poster of a other and daughter, like the
covers of the ladies magazines...
Gypsy
Yes, momma!
Rose
Only it was you and me wearing exactly the same gowns
It was an add for Minsky, and the headline
said: "Madam Rose ... and her daughter Gypsy"
(They laugh, embrace each other and leave
Rose stops for a while and takes one last look at the
stage as if she said good-bye)
Zaterdag 19 februari 1977
Then He Kissed Me
