Woensdag 8 december 1982
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A Virgin Most Pure
(Traditional)
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Dinsdag 7 december 1982
I'm Tore Down
I'm Tore Down
Composer(s): Sonny Thompson
First release by: Freddie King - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
Well I went to the river, to jump in
My baby showed up and said, "I will tell you when"
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
I love you baby with all my heart an' soul
A love like mine will never grow old
I love you in the morning and in the evening too
But ev'rytime you leave me I get mad with you
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
I love you baby with all my might
A love like mine is out a sight
I'll lie for you if you want me to
I really don't believe your love is true
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this when my baby can't be found
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I'm tore down, 'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
Dinsdag 7 december 1982
A Very Private Christmas
A Very Private Christmas
(French Version: Noël À Paris)
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Dee Shipman
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Wiener Symphoniker
It's Christmas, Mary
Fairy lights are on the tree
It's Christmas, Mary
Dark and deep, the world asleep is set
For you and me
It's Christmas, Mary
It's Christmas Eve, I can't believe
The year has flown
Let's have a very private Christmas Evening
On our own
It's Christmas, Mary
Carefree moments can be bliss
It's Christmas, Mary
Here below the mistletoe
We two can slowly kiss
It's Christmas, Mary
This is our chance to touch and dance
While we're alone
And have a very private Christmas Evening
On our own
The children will be wide awake tomorrow
With noise, and toys, and snowmen dressed in white
For now let's just forget about tomorrow
Let's concentrate on you and me
Tonight
It's Christmas, Mary
Merry Christmas, I love you
It's Christmas, Mary
Dear, it's late, why hesitate
When nights like these are few
It's Chrismas, Mary
Why should we wait to celebrate
As lovers do
Let's have a very private Christmas Evening
Just for two
Maandag 6 december 1982
I'm Too Young To Marry
I'm Too Young To Marry
Composer(s): Jimmie Driftwood
Performer(s): Jimmie Driftwood; Wolfe Bros.
I had a gal from Arkansas
Who had a lot of pride
And when I met her Pa and Ma
Oh goodness, how alike
A purty gal from Tennessee
Sat down upon my lap
And when she started kissing me
I hollered fer my Pap
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
I wouldn't have a married girl
I'll tell you the reason why
I'd be afraid she'd take a whirl
With some good lookin' guy
And I wouldn't have a single gal
It's very plain to see
I cannot find a single gal
Who hankers after me
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
I found a gal with lots of buzz
And very much alive
And when I asked how old she was
She answered, "Ninety-five"
I told her I would be her boss
And started in her door
She said, "Get out, you crazy hoss
You're only ninety-four"
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
Some day I'm gonna settle down
With some sweet Katie dear
And teach my boys to run around
Just like their Daddy did
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
Maandag 6 december 1982
A Star Is Born
A Star Is Born
Composer(s): Paul Brandt
Performer(s): Paul Brandt
Christmas time again
The perfect end
To a not-so-perfect year
At last it's here
Hustle bustle to and fro
From store to store, to get one more
Of whatever is in style this year
On the marquis sign at 5 and 9
The latest movie shows, and it starts to snow
Children look into the sky
To see if reindeer really fly, who knows
But when it comes down to this season
Above it all there's still a reason
To just look up
A star is born tonight
Come to make things right
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonite
Silent holy night, Heaven's sacred light
Shines all around and joy resounds
In manger hay the baby Jesus came to seek
And save the lost until they're found
Peace on earth, a new beginning
He's the gift that keeps on giving
To all of us
A star is born tonight
Come to make things right
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonite
Glory hallelujah, glory to the King of Kings
Merry Christmas to you all the joy the season brings
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonight
Zondag 5 december 1982
I'm Too Blue To Worry Over You
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
There ain’t no use to worry
And there ain’t no use to cry
I know that you won’t change now until the day you die
And I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
You said you’d always love me
You swore you’d be my own
But now it’s plain to see you’ve been cheating all along
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Your clothes, you got ‘em packed
So head right that door
And it ain’t gonna be like it was that time before
Cause I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Ah get blue Jimmy
Ah get low down son
You know I really loved you
I tried to treat you fair
But all you ever gave me is the silver in my hair
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
They say there’s lots of woman
With hearts as pure as gold
But there just as hard to find as heat is when it’s cold
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Now babe you’ve had your fun
Someday you’ll shed the tears
I know you that you’ll come crawling back But hone I won’t be here
Because I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Zondag 5 december 1982
A Spaceman Came Travelling
A Spaceman Came Travelling
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
and multiple other artists
A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar
'twas light years of time since his mission did start
And over a village he halted his craft
And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star...
He followed a light and came down to a shed
Where a mother and a child were lying there on a bed
A bright light of silver shone round his head
And he had the face of an angel, and they were afraid...
Then the stranger spoke, he said 'Do not fear
I come from a planet a long way from here
And I bring a message for mankind to hear'
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air...
And it went la, la...
Peace and goodwill to all men, and love for the child...
This lovely music went trembling through the ground
And many were wakened on hearing that sound
And travellers on the road, the village they found
By the light of that ship in the sky, which shone all round...
And just before dawn at the paling of the sky
The stranger returned and said 'Now I must fly
When two thousand years of your time has gone by
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...'
And it went la la...
This song will begin once again
to a baby's cry...
And it goes la la...
Peace and goodwill to all men
and love for the child...
Oh the whole world is waiting, waiting to hear that song again
There are thousands standing on the edge of the world
And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...
Zaterdag 4 december 1982
I'm Tired (Webb Pierce)
I'm Tired
Composer(s): Buck Peddy; Ray Price; Mel Tillis
Performer(s): Webb Pierce
and multiple other artists
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Standing on the corner of a busy street
I'm looking for your face in every crowd I see
Checking every honky tonk in this town
I'm trying to find the places that you hang around
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
I've been waiting on you baby night and day
I'm wondering if your love will ever come my way
My times running out and I'm slowing down
I'm tired of being just another hang around
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
There ain't no happiness in anything I do
I find myself so lonely when I'm not with you
What makes you just the kind of girl a guy will love
You got so many others that your thinking of
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Zaterdag 4 december 1982
A Soalin'
A Soalin'
Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti, Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Fred Penner
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey Ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
we wish you ten times more
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace..
This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Vrijdag 3 december 1982
I'm Tired (Savoy Brown)
I'm Tired
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown
I'm tired of being a fool
And my mind going from hot to cool
And trying to conform to others ideas
And someone else's rules
The life I'm living ain't mine
I'm supposed to feel that's fine
I didn't make the world I'm living in
And I ain't gonna toe the line
I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same
And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me
I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same
And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me
You'll have the blues not me
Vrijdag 3 december 1982
A Sailor's Christmas
A Sailor's Christmas
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Roger Guth
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight and true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand
(Chorus)
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast and shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune
(Chorus)
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
Donderdag 2 december 1982
Im Tiefen Keller
Im Tiefen Keller
Composer(s): Ludwig Fischer; Karl Müchler
Performer(s): Ivan Rebroff; Letzenbergstare
Im tiefen Keller sitz' ich hier
Bei einem Faß voll Reben
Bin frohen Mut's und lasse mir
Vom Allerbesten geben
Der Küfer holt mir gleich 'ne neue Flasche vor
Gehorsam meinem Winke
Füllt mir das Glas
Ich hielt's empor
Und trinke, trinke, trinke
Mich plagt ein Dämon, Durst genannt
Und um ihn zu verscheuchen
Neh'm ich mein großes Glas zur Hand
Und lass mir Wodka reichen
Die ganze Welt, na ja, erscheint mir nun
In rosaroter Schminke
Ich könnte keinem böses tun
Wenn ich trinke, trinke, trinke!
Donderdag 2 december 1982
Redneck Christmas
Redneck Christmas
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
We're havin' a redneck christmas
With traditional possum stew (yee-haw)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
Hope Santa brings a little rabbit too (yum yum)
Got Paw new chaw redman
Maw a brand new spit cup (phtoeey)
And I got my wife a brand new set
Of re-treads for my pickup truck
(Ain't he the sweetest thang)
Oh we ain't nevr seen ther raindeer
But we painted the bulls nose red (moo)
Put runners under the outhouse
And we're usin' it fer a sled
(Darn fool idiots what're doin?
Sorry didn't know you was in there grandpaw
Merry Christmas now ya hear?
Well, I got yer merry christmas right here
Come back with thet catalog)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
TP'd the whole front yard
Put big red bows on the hound dogs
Turned the lights on all the cars (howls)
I love a redneck christmas
It's a simple kinda life
You buy one gift and that takes care
Of yer cousin and yer wife
I went downtown to see Santy Claus
Gave a dollar to one of them legs
(Here you go shorty)
So Santa'd bring a man for daughter
After all she's near bout' twelve
(Poor thing she'll be a spinster soon)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
Hung our stockings on the stove
On the stove (sizzle)
Hope Santa brings us big stuff
'Cause the little stuff falls thru the toes, falls thru the toes
We's havin' a redneck christmas
With homemade moonshine eggnog (glug glug)
I took a little swig
Thought it needed more kick
Throwed in a little toe de frog
(burp, hic, ribbit, hic, ribbit)
(Hic)
Woensdag 1 december 1982
I'm Through With Love
I'm Through With Love
Composer(s): Fud Livingston; Matty Malneck; Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Marilyn Monroe
and multiple other artists
I have given you my true love
But you love a new love
What am I supposed to do now
With you now, you're through?
You'll be on your merry way
And there's only this to say
I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must have you or no one
Because I'm through with love
I've locked my heart
I'll keep my feelings there
I have stocked my heart
With an icy, Frigidaire
For I mean to care for no one
Because I'm through with love
Why did you lead me
to think you could care?
You didn't need me
for you had your share
of slaves around you
to hound you and swear
with deep emotion, devotion to you
Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It could never bring the things that used to be
For I must have you or no one
So I am through with love
Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It can never bring the thing that used to be
For I must have you or no one
Because I'm through with love
Woensdag 1 december 1982
A New Dial
A New Dial (aka In Those Twelve Days)
(Traditional)
What are they that are but one?
We have one God alone
In heaven above sits on His throne
What are they which are but two?
Two testaments, the old and new
We do acknowledge to be true
What are they which are but three?
Three persons in the Trinity
Which make one God in unity
What are they which are but four
Four sweet Evangelists there are
Christ's birth, life, death which do declare
What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign
What are they which are but six?
Six days to labor is not wrong
For God himself did work so long
What are they which are but seven?
Seven liberal arts hath God sent down
With divine skill man's soul to crown
What are they which are but eight?
Eight Beatitudes are there given
Use them right and go to heaven
What are they which are but nine?
Nine Muses, like the heaven's nine spheres
With sacred tunes entice our ears
What are they which are but ten?
Ten statutes God to Moses gave
Which, kept or broke, do spill or save
What are they which are but eleven?
Eleven thousand virgins did partake
And suffered death for Jesus' sake
What are they which are but twelve?
Twelve are attending on God's son
Twelve make our creed
The Dial's done
Dinsdag 30 november 1982
I'm The Urban Spaceman
I'm The Urban Spaceman
Composer(s): Neil Innes
Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
I'm the urban spaceman baby, I've got speed
I've got everything I need
I'm the urban spaceman baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
I don't need pleasure
I don't feel pain
If you were to knock me down
I'd just get up again
I'm the urban spaceman babe and
I'm making out
I'm all about
I wake up every morning
with a smile upon my face
My natural exuberance
spills out all over the place
I'm the urban spaceman
I'm intelligent and clean
Know what I mean?
I'm the urban spaceman, as a lover second to none
It's a lot of fun
I never let my friends down
I've never made a boob
I'm a glossy magazine
an advert in the tube
I'm the urban spaceman babe, but here comes the twist
I don't exist
Dinsdag 30 november 1982
A Mom's Night Before Christmas
A Mom's Night Before Christmas
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds
While visions of Nintendo and Barbie, flipped through their heads
The dad was snoring in front of the TV
With a half-constructed bicycle on his knee
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter
Which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand
She descended the stairs, and saw the old man
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug
"Oh great!!" muttered the mom
"Now I have to clean the rug"
"Ho-Ho-Ho!!" cried Santa
"I'm glad you're awake
Your gift was especially difficult to make"
"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone"
"Exactly!!" he chuckled
"I've made you a clone"
"A clone?" she asked
"What good is that?
Run along, Santa
I've no time for chit-chat"
It was the mother's twin
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin
"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess
You'll relax, take it easy, watch the Young and the Restless"
"Fantastic!!" the mom cheered
"My dream come true!
I'll shop
I'll read
I'll sleep a whole night through!"
From the room above, the youngest began to fret
"Mommy?!? I'm scared, and I'm wet"
The clone replied "I'm coming, sweetheart"
"Hey," the mom smiled "She knows her part"
The clone changed the small one, and hummed a tune
As she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon
"You're the best mommy ever
I really love you"
The clone smiled and sighed "I love you, too"
The mom frowned and said "Sorry, Santa, no deal
That's my child's love that she's trying to steal"
Smiling wisely Santa said
"To me it is clear
Only one loving mother is needed here"
The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed
"Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head
I sometimes forget it won't be very long
When they'll be too old, for my cradle-song"
The clock on the mantle began to chime
Santa whispered to the clone
"It works every time"
With the clone by his side, Santa said "Good night
Merry Christmas, Mom
You'll be alright"
Maandag 29 november 1982
I'm The Toughest
I'm The Toughest
Composer(s): Peter Tosh
Performer(s): Peter Tosh; Bunny Wailer
Anything you can do
I can do it better
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest
And I can do what you can't do
You'll never try to do what I do
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest
Stop from doing wrongs
Change your foolish plans
Stop from doing wrongs
Just live up like a man
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest
Now my little brothers
You've got to be good
Do what's right
Don't be bad-minded
Just take what's yours
And there'll be no fuss or fight
Stop from doing wrongs
Change your foolish plan
Stop from doing wrongs
Just live up like a man
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest
Now my brothers
You've got to be good
Just do what you know is right
Don't be bad minded
Just take what's yours
And there'll be no fuss or fight
I said I love my brothers
I said I love my sisters
I don't covet my neighbor
And I love my neighbor
Maandag 29 november 1982
A Merry Christmas At Grandmother's
A Merry Christmas At Grandmother's
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horses await to carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifting snow
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Oh, over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie
Over the river and through the woods
And straight to the farmyard gate
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound
For this is Christmas day
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Hark the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Hark the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year
Oh, over the river and through the woods
We must hurry, we mustn't be late
We seem to be going extremely slow
It is so hard to wait
Over the river and through the woods
Oh, how the wind does blow
Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done
For this is Christmas day
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Hark, all the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
And a Glad New Year
Zondag 28 november 1982