Zondag 1 januari 1995
Zot Van Aa
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Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973))
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover
Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975
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Zaterdag 31 december 1994
Søndag Morgen
Søndag Morgen
((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen
Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971
Titles In Other Languages:
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Jeg stod op en søndag morgen
kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå
fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret
skægget lod jeg bare stå
Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand
der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå
og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet
det var det, der mangled´
Jeg fik nok
Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden
blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken
Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op
og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken
På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken
det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker
man var medlem af en flok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
I en park så jeg en far
som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge
Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd
en mor fik standset ved at synge
Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´
det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge
Jeg blev syg i sjælen
længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
Zaterdag 31 december 1994
You Oughta Be In Pictures
You Oughta Be In Pictures
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse
Performer(s): Little Jack Little;
and various other artists
You oughta be in pictures
You’re wonderful to see
You oughta be in pictures
Oh what a hit you would be!
Your voice would thrill a nation
Your face would be adored
You’d make a great sensation
with wealth and fame your reward
And if you should kiss the way you kiss
When we’re alone
You’d make ev’ry girl and man
A fan worshiping at your throne
You oughta shine as brightly
As Jupiter and Mars
You oughta be in pictures
My star of stars
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
The Children Of Bethlehem
The Children Of Bethlehem
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): John Denver
The children of Bethlehem
One cold winter's night
Were wakened by singing
And a heavenly light
With whispers and murmurs
On pattering feet
The children of Bethlehem
Came into the street
The people were sleeping
All safely in bed
The children heard singing
In the sky overhead
They heard, "Peace will be with you
Whoever you are
Oh, come to the stable
Come, follow the Star!"
And the children of Bethlehem
That cold winter's night
Came down to the stable
They followed the light
Now the roosters were crowing
At the dawning of day
The baby lay sleeping
In the manger he lay
The children of Bethlehem
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
Showed us the way
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
You Ought To Be With Me
You Ought To Be With Me
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson
Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau
Sit right down and talk to me
about how you want to be
you ought to be with me
ya, you ought to be with me
Thinking about what people do
talking about how I love you
thinking there's nothing to what they say
you ought to be with me, anyway
They don't want to see us do
all of the dumb things we want to
you ought to be with me
hey, you ought to be with me
You don't have to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
you can be denied and walk away
and turn your back for another day
You ought to be the kind of girl
that can brighten up this old world
and it's hard to see why you and me
can't be together happily
I'm trying to realize
you being with some other guy
I don't know the reason why
you ought to be with me until I die
(you ought to be with me until I die)
I don't want to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
I want to hold you tight, love you right
put good feelin' in your night
Donderdag 29 december 1994
Sunday Morning Christian
Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard
Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun
You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday
You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Donderdag 29 december 1994
You Only Live Twice
You Only Live Twice
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; John Barry
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra;
and various other artists
You Only Live Twice or so it seems
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame
Till one dream appears and love is its name
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice
Woensdag 28 december 1994
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
Composer(s): Lou Reed - John Cale
First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
And I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Woensdag 28 december 1994
You Never Really Wanted Me
You Never Really Wanted Me
Composer(s): Charlie Rich
Performer(s): Charlie Rich; Candi Station
You never really wanted me
Now I can see
Yes I can see
You took your love and ran away from me
You've gone and now you're back
What do you want from me?
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After all you never cried for me before
Why start now?
Isn't it a little late for that now girl
Don't go feeling sorry for yourself
Remember I loved you
I loved you
I never knew the games we played
Had such a lasting grip upon the plans we made
I was busy laughing waiting for the day
Now our time is gone
And there's nothing left to say
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After you never cried for me before...
Dinsdag 27 december 1994
A Sunday Kind Of Love
A Sunday Kind Of Love
Composer(s): Barbara Belle - Louis Prima - Anita Leonard - Stan Rhodes
First release by: Claude Thornhill & His Orch. - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
A love to last, past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
And I want a, a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone to imput
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have and to hold
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeahhhhh I don't want a
Monday or a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday
Friday or Saturday I don't want nothing baby
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
Dinsdag 27 december 1994
You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
Composer(s): Roland Howard
When a child I lived at Lincoln
With my parents on the farm
The lessons that my Mother taught
To me were quite a charm
She'd often take me on her knee
When tired of childish play
And as she pressed me to her breast
I've heard my Mother say
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
As years rolled on
I grew to be a mischief loving boy
Destruction seemed my only sport
It was my only joy
And well I do remember
When oft times well chastised
How Father sat close by my side
And thus has me advised
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
When I arrived at manhood
I engaged in public life
But found the hill was rugged then
And full of care and strife
I speculated foolishly
My losses were severe
But still a tiny little voice
Kept whispering in my ear
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
Then I studied strict economy
And found to my surprise
My funds, instead of sinking
Very quickly then did rise
I grasped each chance and always
Struck the iron while 'twas still hot
I seized the opportunities
And never once forgot
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
I am married now and happy
I've a charming little Wife
We live in peace and harmony
Devoid of care and strife
Fortune smiles upon us
We have little children, three
The lessons that I teach them
As they cluster round my knee
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
Maandag 26 december 1994
Sunday In New York
Sunday In New York
Composer(s): Carroll Coates - Peter Nero
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and multiple other artists
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Maandag 26 december 1994
You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
Composer(s): Al Kooper
Performer(s): Al Kooper
I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I was dyin' of thirst wouldja be my glass of wine?
Time goes by so slow ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE
I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were buyin' a house wouldja come and countersign?
Time goes by so fast ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE
If you were down
Ya know I'd be there at your door
I'd shower you with food and money
After all, what are friends for?
They're really such a bore; knockin' at your door
Askin' for some more
I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were lying in jail wouldja get outta bed and pay my fine?
Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE
Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE
Zondag 25 december 1994
Sunday Girl
Sunday Girl
Composer(s): Chris Stein
First release by: Blondie - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet
Dry your eyes Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl
Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me
She can't catch up with the working crowd
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud
Live in dreams Sunday girl
Baby, I would like to go out tonight
If I go with you my folks'll get uptight
Stay at home Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl
When I saw you again in the summertime
If your love was as sweet as mine
I could be Sunday's girl
Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me
I got the blues
Zondag 25 december 1994
You Never Gave It A Try
You Never Gave It A Try
Composer(s): Alec Wilder; Eddie Heywood
Performer(s: Eddie Heywood; Peggy King & The Mellomen
If I go, who's to care?
Who's to tell me goodbye?
So sweetly, completely did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try
When I call no one's there, when I write, no reply
So gladly, so madly did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try
No foolish bride, no broken vow
Yet magic died
Oh, Darling, how?
So I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try
Yes, I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try
Zaterdag 24 december 1994
Sunday For Tea
Sunday For Tea
Composer(s): John Carter - Carter-Lewis
Performer(s): Peter & Gordon
Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
And though it's not far away
Each hour's a day to me
Lettuce and ham
Or maybe crumpets and jam
Oh baby it'll be fun
Havin' a Sunday tea
And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me
Sunday could be
A special Sunday for me
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea
And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me
Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea
Zaterdag 24 december 1994
You Never Even Called Me By My Name
You Never Even Called Me By My Name
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
Performer(s): David Allan Coe & Johnny Paycheck;
The Countdown Singers
It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore
Even though your on my fightin' side
Chorus
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name
I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day
Chorus...
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train
Chorus
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
No
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
Vrijdag 23 december 1994
Sunday Driving
Sunday Driving
Composer(s): Pober
Performer(s): Jerry Lewis
Ahhh, look out where you're goin'
Stop that
Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Through a million cars I'm diving
No escaping, fenders scraping
Less you hit a tree
Sunday driving, Sunday driving
There's an ambulance arriving
A collision in my vision
Maybe it was me
A lady driver signals left
And then she makes a right
I hit her in the rumble seat
That isn't too polite!
She screams, "You beast; you awful thing!
Where do you think you're going?"
And I answer, "Don't look now dear
But your rumble seat is showing"
Sunday driving, Sunday driving
For a peaceful day I'm striving
But each Sunday is the one day
Cars are everywhere
Oh boy, here it is
Sunday morning and I'm out drivin' in my car
And it's so peaceful and quiet
The Sun is shinin', the boids is choipin'
Oh-oh, there goes a pedestrian
Shucks, I missed 'im
Ha-ha, I think I'll go 'round the block and try again
Gee whiz, I must be out in the country now
I'm not hittin' so many people
I am out in the country
I just hit a cow (baa!)
This is a cow?
A car goes by me like a flash
He can't do that to me
I'll chase him and I'll show 'im
I can go as fast as he
And sure enough I pass 'im
Like a rabbit in a thicket
And I learn it's a patrol car
When he writes me out a ticket
...I musta made a boo-boo
Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Up the steepest hill I'm striving
I'm not quitting till I'm sitting
On the very top
I made it
Now I'm goin' down
Boy, what a view
And look at the cliff at the bottom of the road
If I ever went over that
Ha-ha, impossible! Not in my car
What was that? The motor's broke
Gee, I better stop
The brakes don't work
The Brakes Don't Work?
I'm goin' fifty miles an hour downhill
Now I'm goin' sixty
Now it's seventy
My motor don't work, my brakes don't work, but I'm not worried
AAhhh, my speedometer works
I'm goin' faster and faster
And now I'm goin' over the cliff......
Gee, I'm flyin'
And in my car
But cars don't fly!
I'll crash and be killed and boy, will Dad give it to me for takin' the car
He'll get me in the back room of the house and he'll give me what for!
He'll say the conjunctive mood of the people stealing certainly don't designate the fact
that other young men know better than others
and I certainly don't know the feeling if I don't know why everything...
Next time I'll take the train...
Instead of Sunday driving!
Vrijdag 23 december 1994
You Never Done It Like That
You Never Done It Like That
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka; Captain & Tennille
You're so terrific
Ooooh you never done it like that
You've never been this way before
To be specific
Ooooh you never done it like that
Who went and opened up the door?
My lips are burnin'
Yeah, you never done it like that
I thought the flame was dead and gone
But you've been learnin'
Yeah you never done it like that
How long has this been goin' on?
Ooooh, ooooh, who's been teachin' you?
Show me the man and let me shake his hand
Hey look at me, I feel just like Columbus
I did discover you're some kind of lover
My mind is blowin'
Ooooh you never done it like that
You got me climbin' up the wall
My love is growin'
Yeah, you never done it like that
You know you made me ten feet tall
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that
Oh what a feelin'
Ooooh you never done it like that
Not since I can remember when
I'm on the ceiling
Hey you never done it like that
Looks like we got it on again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that
Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that
Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that
Donderdag 22 december 1994
Sunday Blues
