Woensdag 26 december 1979
Edge Of Reality
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Edge Of Reality
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Dinsdag 25 december 1979
Trucker's Lament
Trucker's Lament
(aka I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore)
Composer(s): Sheb Wooley - Dick Feller
Performer(s): Sheb Wooley
and multiple other artists
I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself
Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else
I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door
I just don't look good naked anymore
So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall
I hung it there when I was trim and tall
I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore
But I just don't look good naked anymore
Well, I used to go out with the girls
I loved them one and all
Now they don't get very close to me
They're afraid that I might fall
Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam
Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "Man"
I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the score"
He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore
Well, me and my wife had a dance routine
Everybody said it was unique
Now it's only when we're back to back
That we're dancing cheek to cheek
Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun
Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun
Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the shore
I just don't look good naked anymore
Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell
And my butt's a-draggin' the floor
An' I just don't look good naked anymore
No, I just don't look good naked anymore
Dinsdag 25 december 1979
I Shall Be Released
I Shall Be Released
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First recording by: Bob Dylan - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1995 - Nous Serons Libres
2006 - Jag Ska Bli Fri
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Yet ev'ry distance is not near
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say ev'ry man needs protection
They say ev'ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Dinsdag 25 december 1979
Eden Blues
Eden Blues
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Edith Piaf
En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
C'est là que Jim a rencontré
Sur une route un soir de pluie
Catherine la fille d'un fermier
Et qu'ils s'aimèrent toute la nuit
Le soleil fait briller son or
Dans quelques rares flaques d'eau
Le cactus forme le décor
Le chardon couvre les coteaux
C'est là qu'Adam le sénateur
Est venu finir ses vieux jours
Puis il est mort d'un coup au cœur
On prétend que c'est du mal d'amour
Mais les fleurs couchées par le vent
Semblent prier pour son repos
La lune verse une larme d'argent
Sur la croix blanche du tombeau
En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
Maandag 24 december 1979
Trova De Edgardo
Trova De Edgardo
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar
Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy haré una página celeste
trovadicta, trovardiente
Hoy, cantando sólo con la luna
ya que se hizo puta la fortuna
Hoy me trovaré para alegrarme
como Edgardo, sin alarde
Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar
Maandag 24 december 1979
I Shall Be Free, No. 10
I Shall Be Free, No. 10
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee' pretty scary!
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I'm crazy!
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court
I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends!
Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
Now you're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England
Maandag 24 december 1979
Edelweiss (French Version)
Edelweiss
((Adapted from: Edelweiss (English Version) (Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin) - 1959))
((Danish Version: Edelweiss (Danish Version) - 1966))
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Sois toujours notre emblème
Fleur si blanche, tu te penches
Pour saluer ceux qui t'aiment
Contre l'assaut des vents et des neiges
Le ciel te protège
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veilles sur nos montagnes
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Toi l'amie des nuages
Fleur de neige ou de ciel
Tu vis libre et sauvage
Veill' sur le pays de mes amours
Tout au long des âges
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Quand le ciel fait naufrage
Tu attends le soleil
Dans la nuit des alpages
Car tu sais bien qu'il revient toujours
Après les orages
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village
Zondag 23 december 1979
Appartiene A Me
Appartiene A Me
((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Tito Schipa Jr.
Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr. - 1987
Versions In Other Languages:
1978 - Sie G'hört Zu Mir (Wolfgang Ambros)
1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri)
2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)
Lei sa bene quel che vuole è un'artista - non bada in giro
Lei si ruba il buio della notte e tinge il giorno in nero
Tu prova a star su in piedi forte e fiero – rubale ogni sensazione
Ma finirai a spiare dalla chiave chino a pecorone
Lei mica inciampa chi non sta su non cade
E' apolide è enne enne la Legge lei manco la vede
Porta un anello assiro se splende ti parlerà
E' un'ipnocollezionista e tu sei una bioantichità
La domenica un inchino il compleanno un'ovazione
A carnevale una trombetta e a Natale un bel torrone
Zondag 23 december 1979
Keep On Doin' What You're Doin'
Keep On Doin' What You're Doin'
Composer(s): James Brown; Bobby Byrd; Fred Wesley
Performer(s): Bobby Byrd
Don't you stop
Keep on doin' what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Don't stop, hey
I need it and I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad
I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best
Keep on doin', hey, what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Don't stop, hey
I can take anything you dish out
I'm a man, baby
I'm not a mouse
I'm gonna prove it, yeah
If it takes all night long
I'm gonna get satisfaction, hey
'Cause my love is strong
Keep on doin', keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on, keep on
Don't stop, keep on, hey
Keep on, keep on doin'
Yeah, hey
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby, oh
Don't stop, hey
I need it, said I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad
I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best
Keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on
Zondag 23 december 1979
Edelweiss (English Version)
Edelweiss
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein
First performance/First release by: Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and White
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me...
Blossoms of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss Edelweiss
Bless my home land forever
Zaterdag 22 december 1979
Sie G'hört Zu Mir
Sie G'hört Zu Mir
((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Wolfgang Ambros
Performer(s): Wolfgang Ambros - 1978
Versions In Other Languages:
1987 - Appartiene A Me (Tito Schipa Jr.)
1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri)
2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)
Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht
sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht
Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht
sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht
Sie mocht de Nocht zum Tog
und ihre Tog san schwoaz wie de Nocht
Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf
dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia
Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf
dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia
Zum Schluss is' dann so weit
dass das anbet'st auf de Knia
Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn
weu sa si des ned leist'n kann
Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn
weu sa si des ned leist'n kann
Sie is niemand'n verpflichtet
und niemand'n geht's wos an
Sie hod an magisch'n Ring
der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt
Sie hod an magisch'n Ring
der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt
Sie mocht an Wurscht'l aus an'
so sehr ma si a mit ihr plogt
Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog
knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod
Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog
knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod
Schenk ihr zu Weihnacht'n a Tromme
und an Grobsta fia ihr Grob
Zaterdag 22 december 1979
I See Your Face Before Me
I See Your Face Before Me
Composer(s): Howard Dietz; Arthur Schwartz
First performance by: Jack Buchanan, Evelyn Laye, Adele Dixon - 1937
Covered by multiple other artists
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are
I can see how fair you are
I close my eyes and there you are
Always
If you could share the magic
If you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic
In all my dreams of you
Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase
Your beautiful face before me
Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase
Your beautiful face before me
Zaterdag 22 december 1979
Eddy
Eddy
Composer(s): Thijs van Leer - Rosalie Van Leer
Performer(s): Focus
Just like Eddy in the morning
He never said, although he could
I know someone who would, but
He never woke to have an ear
Yes I think of things unnoticed
Like what happens in the egg
As it lies without motion
Just like Eddy's sleeping head
When I come home in the morning
Softly as I tread the dawn
I know things that are important
That have only just begun
I'm gonna fly away
Here I go here I go here I go
I'm gonna fly away
Here I go here I go here I go
Seeing you across the table
Smiles are dying on your face
Being here with my heart open
Seems a little out of place
Vrijdag 21 december 1979
Trousse Chemise
Trousse Chemise
((Italian Version: Il Bosco E La Riva (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Jacques Mareuil - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Barbara; Waldir Calmon
Dans le petit bois de Trousse chemise
Quand la mer est grise et qu'on l'est un peu
Dans le petit bois de Trousse chemise
On fait des bêtises souviens-toi nous deux
On était partis pour Trousse chemise
Guettés par les vieill's derrièr' leurs volets
On était partis la fleur à l'oreille
Avec deux bouteill's de vrai muscadet
On s'était baignés à Trousse chemise
La plage déserte était à nous deux
On s'était baignés à la découverte
La mer était verte, tu l'étais un peu
On a dans les bois de Trousse chemise
Déjeuné sur l'herbe, mais voilà soudain
Que là, j'ai voulu d'un élan superbe
Conjuguer le verbe aimer son prochain
Et j'ai renversé à Trousse chemise
Malgré tes prières à corps défendant
Et j'ai renversé le vin de nos verres
Ta robe légère et tes dix sept ans
Quand on est rentrés de Trousse chemise
La mer était grise, tu ne l'étais plus
Quand on est rentré la vie t'a reprise
T'as fait ta valise t'es jamais r'venue
On coupe le bois à Trousse chemise
Il pleut sur la plage des mortes saisons
On coupe le bois, le bois de la cage
Où le cœur trop sage était en prison
Vrijdag 21 december 1979
I See You
I See You
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn; David Crosby
First release by: The Byrds - 1966
I see you
Under there behind your hair
Everywhere, I see you
I see you
Turned on eyes can't tell lies
Empathise, I see you
Warm sliding sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing fields kind of space living there
I see you
I know you
Met before, seventh floor
First world war, I know you
Who lives there?
Tell old fair I'm aware
That she cares, who lives there?
Green specks bright spiralling out in the sky
Catch my mind, turn my head, have to look, don't know why
Who lives there?
We thought how
For a while they just smile
Just a silent thought
I see you
Sun is there behind your hair
Everywhere, I see you
I see you
Vrijdag 21 december 1979
Eddie My Love
Eddie My Love
Composer(s): Aaron Collins - Maxwell Davis - Sam Ling
Performer(s): The Teen Queens
and multiple other artists
Eddie, my love, I love you so
How I wanted for you, you'll never know
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait to long
Eddie, please write me one line
Tell me your love is still only mine
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long
You left me last September
To return to me before long
But all I do is cry myself to sleep
Eddie, since you've been gone
Eddie, my love, I'm sinking fast
The very next day might be my last
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long
You left me last September
To return to me before long
But all I do is cry myself to sleep
Eddie, since you've been gone
Eddie, my love, I'm sinking fast
The very next day might be my last
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long
Donderdag 20 december 1979
Troublesome Trumpet
Troublesome Trumpet
Composer(s): Michael Carr
Performer(s): Nat Gonella; Bob Crosby & His Orch.; Red Nichols
Troublesome trumpet, tell me why you ruin
Beautiful music, what'cha think you're doin'
Troublesome trumpet, take the wicked thing away
Troublesome trumpet, catch me feeling nervy
Playing these sweet things alway topsy-turvey
Troublesome trumpet, how I wish you wouldn't play
If you don't, you're gonna drive me crazy
Troublesome trumpet, murder on the blue notes
Searing my soul with red-hot burning through notes
Troublesome trumpet, driving me crazy
(stop, stop, love, love, love it)
Troublesome trumpet
Blowin' a blue note
Blowin' a low note
Troublesome trumpet
Blowin' a high note
Blowin' a low note
(Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop)
Donderdag 20 december 1979
I See The Rain
I See The Rain
Composer(s): William Campbell; Thomas McAleese
Performer(s): Marmalade; Susanna Hoffs
Beautiful day I'd like to lie on the green lawn
The ducks are congregating round, round the lily pond
And the cows have all gone rinning home to put there coats on
Stay indoors, while it pours, till to-morrow
I see the rain again, I must complain again, why does the rain let me down
Will you try to make it sunny in the morning?
Five to ten, now it's time for the weather
The sun will shine and in it's time, get better
But it won't last for long, clouds are spreading over London town
Stay indoors, while it pours, till to-morrow
I see the rain again, I'll take the blame again, I see the rain lets you down
But I'm gonna' make it sunny in the morning?
Donderdag 20 december 1979
Eddie
Eddie
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Jonathan Adams
Dr. Von Scott:
From the day he was born
He was trouble
He was the thorn
In his mother's side
She tried in vain
The Criminologist:
But he never caused her nothing but shame
Dr. Von Scott:
He left home the day she died
From the day she was gone
All he wanted
Was rock and roll porn
And a motorbike
Shooting up junk
The Criminologist: He was a low down cheap little punk
Dr. Von Scott: Taking everyone for a ride
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy)
(You knew he was a no good kid)
(But when he threatened your life)
(With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy
Janet: Makes you cry
Dr. Von Scott: And I did
Columbia:
Everybody shoved him
I very nearly loved him
I said, "Hhey listen to me
Stay sane inside insanity"
But he locked the door
And threw away the key
Dr. Von Scott:
But he must've been drawn
Into something
Making him warn me
In a note which reads
(What's it say? What's it say?)
Eddie:
I'm out of my head
Oh hurry, or I may be dead
They mustn't carry out their evil deeds
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy)
(You knew he was a no good kid)
(But when he threatened your life)
(With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy
Janet: Makes you cry
Dr. Von Scott: And I did
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy)
(You knew he was a no good kid)
(But when he threatened your life)
(With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy (Whoo-ho-ho)
Janet: Makes you cry (Hey, hey, hey)
Dr. Von Scott: And I did (Eddie)
Woensdag 19 december 1979
Trouble's Back In Town
