Woensdag 22 november 1978
Jet Airliner
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Jet Airliner
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Dinsdag 21 november 1978
Todo O Sentimento
Todo O Sentimento
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Cristóvão Bastos
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Preciso não dormir
Até se consumar
O tempo
Da gente
Preciso conduzir
Um tempo de te amar
Te mando devagar
E urgentemente
Pretendo descobrir
No último momento
Um tempo que refaz o que desfez
Que recolhe todo o entimento
E bota no corpo uma outra vez
Prometo te querer
Até o amor cair
Doente
Doente
Prefiro então partir
A tempo de poder
A gente se desvencilhar da gente
Depois de te perder
Te encontro, com certeza
Talvez num tempo da delicadeza
Onde não diremos nada
Nada aconteceu
Apenas seguirei, como encantado
Ao lado teu
Dinsdag 21 november 1978
I Drink
I Drink
French & Italian Titles: Je Bois; Io Bevo
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
I drink to drive away all the years I have hated
The ambitions frustrated that no longer survive
I drink day after day to the chaos behind me
Yes, I drink to remind me that still I'm alive
So I give you a toast to the endless confusions
To the lies and delusions that have swallowed my life
Yes, I give you a toast to the wine and the roses
To the deadly cirrhosis that can cut like a knife
I drink to catch a gleam of the love we degraded
Of a life that has faded like the vanishing moon
I drink, as in a dream, to my waning desire
To the passionate fire that has burned out so soon
I drink and I drown in the promise you made me
All the times you betrayed me in your anger and spite
When you took on the town, when you looked for the action
When you took satisfaction, like a whore in the night
I drink to make-believe that my life is worth living
That the gods are forgiving at the end of the day
I drink because I grieve for the dreams when we started
For the innocent-hearted who got lost on the way
For the children unborn, for their dead, phantom faces
For our sterile embraces in the tomb of your bed
I drink, and I mourn for the harvest that failed
For the ship that has sailed, for the hope that is dead
I drink to find a place where the darkness can hide me
Till the terror inside me can at last disappear
I drink to my disgrace, till oblivion claims me
Till there's nothing that shames me, till I'm blind to my fear
Yes, I drink till I burst in my own degradation
To the edge of damnation that is waiting below
Yes, I drink with a thirst that destroys and depraves me
And cuffs and enslaves me, and will never let go
I drink until I'm lost, and the street is my hideout
Where I vomit my pride out till I'm gasping for breath
I drink to count the cost of a life I despair for
Until God hears my prayer for the compassion of death
So I spit out my bile at the gods who demean us
At the silence between us, at the love none can save
For a life that is vile, for a soul that is ailing
For a body that's failing as it heads for the grave
I drink without a care? drink because I must?
drink to my despair? I drink to your disgust?
I drink, drink, drink? by God, I drink!
Yes, I drink!
Dinsdag 21 november 1978
Jet
Jet
Composer(s): Paul McCartney; Linda McCartney
Performer(s): Paul McCartney;
and various other artists
Jet! I Can Almost Remember Their Funny Faces
That Time You Told Me That
You Were Going To Be Marrying Soon
And Jet, I Thought The Only
Lonely Place Was On The Moon
Jet! Jet!
Jet! Was Your Father As Bold As A Sergeant Major?
How Come He Told You That
You Were Hardly Old Enough Yet?
And Jet, I Thought The Major
Was A Lady Suffragette
Jet! Jet!
Ah, Matter, Want Jet To Always Love Me?
Ah, Matter, Want Jet To Always Love Me?
Ah, Matter, Much Later
Jet! With The Wind In Your Hair Of A Thousand Laces
Climb On The Back And We'll
Go For A Ride In The Sky
And Jet, I Thought The Major
Was A Lady Suffragette
Jet! Jet!
Maandag 20 november 1978
Todo Está Bien
Todo Está Bien
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Zas
Todo está bien
así nos lo hemos creído
Uno puede pasear al perro
por la vereda soleada
Uno puede creer
que la libertad es un picnic
También se puede tener placer
en ver T.V. un sábado a la noche
Más de vos
más de mí
más de los que están allí
Uno puede encontrarse una lata en la calle
meter y sacar la mano sin temor a cortarse
Si uno y uno son dos
por qué lo ignora Dios
Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien
Quisiera saber quién reparte el pan y el vino
qué enseñanza le podré dar a mi hijo
el hilo que aún me sostiene
se está a punto de romper
Uno puede pensar
que el mundo se arma para defenderse
pero de quién?
Uno puede amar la naturaleza
pero comer un buen churrasco cerca del río
Uno puede estar tan loco
como para mirarse en el espejo
y amarse de una vez por todas
Polución, frustración
congestión, represión
Qué suerte que te encuentro dormida
y que la música aún nos una
Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien
A quién le importa ya si el mal o el bien existen
con tanta gente sola y que resiste
Si ellos lo dicen, todo está bien
Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Maandag 20 november 1978
I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls
I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls
Composer(s): Michael Balfe; Alfred Bunn; Michael McGlynn
Performer(s): Larry Clinton
and multiple other artists
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls
With servant and slaves by my side
And of all who assembled within those great walls
That I was the hope and the pride
I had rubies to play with and money to count
My name was renowned with fame
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
I had rubies to play with and money to count
My name was renowned with fame
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
Maandag 20 november 1978
Jésus Christ
Jésus Christ
Composer(s): Philippe Labro; Eddie Vartan
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
S'il existe encore aujourd'hui
Il doit vivre aux Etats-Unis
Il doit jouer de la guitare
Et coucher sur les bancs des gares
Il doit fumer de la marijane
Avec un regard bleu qui plane
Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Poncho mexicain sur le dos
Autour de son front, un bandeau
Il est barbu et chevelu
Il s'est battu à Chicago
Il aime les filles aux seins nus
Il est né à San Francisco
Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Dans les parcs et le long des docks
Il vit dans un sac de couchage
On n'arrête pas de l'arrêter
Pour délit de vagabondage
Au grand festival de Woodstock
C'est lui qui soignait les blessés
Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Son père s'appelait Jo, je crois
Sa mère s'appelait Mary, je crois
Il a trente-trois ans, je crois
Le FBI lui court après, je crois
Et s'ils arrivent à le coincer
Ils mettront notre ami en croix
Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Zondag 19 november 1978
Todo Es Sexo Por Dinero
Todo Es Sexo Por Dinero
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Money and sex
Toni puso una ficha
en la máquina de placer
Bueno aquí estoy
Pide lo que quieras te lo doy
Solo tienes que elegir tu fantasía
de repente escucharás una melodía
y tu cuerpo flotará sin dolor
Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero
Money and sex
Te quedan tres minutos
en el juego esta vez
Toni admítelo
no hay nada más cercano al amor
Ya no podrás dominar tu emoción
deja que te invada mi sensación
olvida tu chica y entrégate
Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero
y si me amas compra otra ficha más
y si me amas compra otra ficha más
y si me amas...
Solo tienes que elegir tu fantasía
de repente escucharás una melodía
y tu cuerpo flotará sin dolor
Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero
Zondag 19 november 1978
I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
Composer(s): Eddie Dean; Hal Sothern
Performer(s): Tex Ritter
(Wah, wah, wah, waaahhhh)
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven
And you know who greeted me at the gate?
The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers
He said to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss of the riders up here has asked me to kinda show you around
Now, over yonder are a couple of your ole compadres"
My, was I glad to see them, Carson Robison and the Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
He introduced me to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls
Then he said, "Tex, step over this way, there are two more of your friends I know you'll want to see, they're waitin' for you"
There they were standin' side by side and smilin' at me -- Hank Williams and Johnny Horton
I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a star-studded night}
Then I asked him who else do you expect in the next, uh, say a hundred years?
He handed me a large book covered with star dust
Will called it the Big Tally Book
In it were many names and each name was branded in pure gold
I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff
Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean, Andy Griffith, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter (Whaaaatttt???) Tex Ritter?
Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
Zondag 19 november 1978
Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
Composer(s): Charles Wesley; S.B. Marsh
Performer(s): Henry "Rubberlegs" Williams
Jesus, lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Savior! hide
Till the storm of life be past
Safe into the haven guide
Oh! receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee
Leave, ah! leave me not alone
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed
All my help from Thee I bring
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadows of Thy wing!
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
Todo Es Mentira
Todo Es Mentira
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Me armé de corazas hasta los dientes
y de eso que llaman valor de héroe
Para no amainar el paso hacia una meta
en la que nunca me empeñé
Después de caer setecientas veces
logré que el contrario perdiera un poco el pie
y en vez de sentirme henchido por la hazaña
me preguntaba "porqué"
para responderme: no lo sé
Todo es mentira menos tú
y si lo fueras, te lo suplico, miénteme
bésame y dime: todo es mentira
menos tú
Me quise creer algunas promesas
que hablaban de cosas que había que cambiar
la fe, que era escasa, apenas tuvo tiempo
de acercarse a algún altar
Cambiaron las cosas pero al contrario
siguiendo las reglas del juego malabar
salieron de la chistera gatos rosas
grises, malvas, a cazar
al primer ratón dispuesto a hablar
Todo es mentira menos tú...
No sé que sentido tiene la vida
ni que coincidencia separa el bien del mal
no sé si este cuerpo que me encierra nace
de algo mas que un mineral
De lo que no tengo ninguna duda
es de que cometo el pecado original
cuando cada noche el cuerpo que me ofreces
no es una estatua de sal
sino del paraíso terrenal
Todo es mentira menos tú...
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
I Dreamed A Dream
I Dreamed A Dream
Adapted from: J'avais Rêvé D'une Autre Vie - 1980
Composer(s): Claude-Michel Schonberg; Alain Boublil; Jean-Marc Natel; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Patti LuPone - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And that song was exciting
There was a time, and it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in days gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dreamed he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So diff'rent from this hell I'm living
So diff'rent now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
Jesus, It's Me Again
Jesus, It's Me Again
Composer(s): Dick Damron
Performer(s): Charley Pride;
and various other artists
Lately Lord, I almost feel like dyin'
Wake up like a child slowly cryin'
Sometimes Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'
I can't find the strength to carry on
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Time to time I try to find a reason
To talk to you from time to time before
But this time Lord
Your Will is my command
And I know I just can't take it anymore
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
Todo El Mundo Quieto
Todo El Mundo Quieto
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Me desperté eran casi las 6
me di vuelta y quise besarte los pies
di contra el suelo
Te fui a buscar en cada habitación
me di cuenta que ya no estabas allí
lo habías hecho de nuevo
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
Uno piensa que el amor es eterno
que todo consiste en un poco de mimos
palabras y juegos
todo es tan fugaz, todo es tan virtual
que lo que hoy vemos bien, mañana está mal
y lo desconocemos
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
Todo el mundo...
yo que creía ser tu perfecta droga
yo era tu daga y tu flor
devuélvanme a mi amor
Desayuné, saque el perro a pasear
me propuse olvidar por un rato
y todo, todo fue en vano
Empecé a correr
me subí a la torre más alta de ésta ciudad
y con fuego escribí con las manos
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor...
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
I Dream Of You
I Dream Of You
Composer(s): Marjorie Goetschius; Edna Osser
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis
and multiple other artists
You're completely unaware, dear, that my heart is in your hand
So for love's sake won't you listen and try to understand?
I dream of you more than you dream I do
How can I prove to you this love is real?
You mean to me more than you mean to be
You just can't seem to see the way I feel
When I am close to you the world is far away
The words that fill my heart my lips can't seem to say
I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you
I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
Jesus Was A Capricorn
Jesus Was A Capricorn
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson;
and various other artists
Jesus was a capricorn
He ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes
Long hair, beard and sandles
And a funky bunch of friends
Reckon we'd just nail him up
If he came down again
Chorus:
'cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Who they can feel better than at any time they please
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
Eggheads cussing rednecks cussing
Hippies for their hair
Others laugh at straights who laugh at
Freaks who laugh at squares
Some folks hate the whites
Who hate the blacks who hate the klan
Most of us hate anything that
We don't understand
Chorus
Donderdag 16 november 1978
Todo Acabó
Todo Acabó
Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Qué soledad ha dejado en mi alma tu amor
comprendiendo que no puede ser ni debe seguir así
Tanto vivir en tus brazos un mundo de amor
más la cruel realidad ya llegó y todo se terminó
Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor
Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad,
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor
Donderdag 16 november 1978
I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair
I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair (aka Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair)
Composer(s): Stephen Foster
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
and multiple other artists
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er
Oh! I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air
I long for Jeannie with the day dawn smile
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again
Oh! I long for Jeannie, and my heart bows low
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow
I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone
Now the nodding wild flow'rs may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
Oh! I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air
Donderdag 16 november 1978
Jesus Walked That Lonesome Valley
Jesus Walked That Lonesome Valley
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Andy Griffith
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now mother walked that lonesome valley
Now mother walked, she walked it by herself
Well there ain't nobody else could ever walk it for her
She had to walk it, she had to walk it by herself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now father walked that lonesome valley
Now father walked it, he walked it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
Well he had to walk it, he had to walk it by himself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now John was a baptist
He was some folk say he was a Jew
He wrote that holy holy bible
The bible tells you, it plainly tells you
That he was, that he was a preacher too
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Woensdag 15 november 1978
Todo A Pulmón
