Donderdag 7 maart 1985
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Jesuous Ahatonhia (aka The Huron Indian Carol; 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time)
Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton
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Woensdag 6 maart 1985
Samarcanda
Samarcanda
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
First release by: Roberto Vecchioni - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
C'era una grande festa nella capitale
perché la guerra era finita
I soldati erano tornati tutti a casa e avevano gettato le divise
Per la strada si ballava e si beveva vino
i musicanti suonavano senza interruzione
Era primavera e le donne potevano, dopo tanti anni
riabbracciare i loro uomini
All'alba furono spenti i falò
e fu proprio allora che tra la folla
per un momento, a un soldato parve di vedere
una donna vestita di nero
che lo guardava con occhi cattivi
Ridere ridere ridere ancora
ora la guerra paura non fa
brucian le divise dentro il fuoco la sera
brucia nella gola vino a sazietà
musica di tamburelli fino all'aurora
il soldato che tutta la notte ballò
vide tra la folla quella nera Signora
vide che cercava lui e si spaventò
"Salvami, salvami grande sovrano
fammi fuggire, fuggire di qua
alla parata lei mi stava vicino
e mi guardava con malignità"
"Dategli, dategli un animale
figlio del lampo, degno di un re
presto, più presto perché possa scappare
dategli la bestia più veloce che c'è"
"Corri cavallo, corri ti prego
fino a Samarcanda io ti guiderò
non ti fermare, vola ti prego
corri come il vento che mi salverò...
oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"
Fiumi poi campi poi l'alba era viola
bianche le torri che infine toccò
ma c'era tra la folla quella nera Signora
e stanco di fuggire la sua testa chinò
"Eri tra la gente nella capitale
so che mi guardavi con malignità
son scappato in mezzo ai grilli e alle cicale
son scappato via ma ti ritrovo qua!"
"Sbagli, ti inganni, ti sbagli soldato
io non ti guardavo con malignità
era solamente uno sguardo stupito
cosa ci facevi l'altro ieri là?
T'aspettavo qui per oggi a Samarcanda
eri lontanissimo due giorni fa
ho temuto che per aspettar la banda
non facessi in tempo ad arrivare qua"
Non è poi così lontano Samarcanda
corri cavallo, corri di là...
ho cantato insieme a te tutta la notte
corri come il vento che ci arriverà
"Oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"
Woensdag 6 maart 1985
Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring
Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring
(Adapted from: Jesu Bleibet Meine Freude - 1723)
Composer(s): Johann Sebastian Bach
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright
Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light
Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life impassioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round Thy throne
Through the way where hope is guiding
Hark, what peaceful music rings
Where the flock in Thee confiding
Drink of joy from deathless springs
Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure
Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure
Thou dost ever lead Thine own
In the love of joys unknown
Dinsdag 5 maart 1985
Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long
Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long
Composer(s): Milton Berle; Sam M. Lewis; Victor Young
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
and multiple other artists
Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street
Yes! I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet!
I'm not finding fault at all
You're too big and I'm too small
But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet
You made the coat and vest fit the best
You made the lining nice and strong
But Sam, you made the pants too long
You made the peak lapel look so swell
So who am I to say you're wrong?
But Sam, you made the pants too long
They got a belt and they got suspenders
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts and suspenders
When the pants are hanging over the shoes
You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees
The belt is where the tie belongs
'Cause Sam, Sam, Sam you made the pants too long!
Dinsdag 5 maart 1985
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Composer(s): Eddie Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
and various other artists
It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings
And glad happy meetings when friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all
There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories
Of Christmases long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And hearts will be glowing, when loved ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
Maandag 4 maart 1985
Sam The Skull
Sam The Skull
Composer(s): Harry Hagan
Performer(s): Alastair McDonald
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, I roam aroon doon Shettlestoon and they all know me by sight
“It’s the Skull! It’s the Skull!”, you can hear them yell
As they vanish in tae the night
The Polis Station doon oor way has bars on the windy sill
It’s no to keep the prisoners in, it’s to keep oot Sam the Skull
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, one fine day no so long ago, they all had had their fill
They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. to come and catch the Skull
Theres naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot chasin all the weans up the close
Peein on the stairs scratchin his erse and sittin there pickin his nose
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, oot came the men aboot half past ten in their wee blue Escort van
Right roon the back, one had a sack, and the other had a mallet in his hand
I watched them run doon the back of the hoose,
Then I casually strolled tae the van
I jumped in the front and I was off, everything had gone tae plan
Ye can hear them say doon Shettleston way, “Whatever happened to Sam the Skull?
He had claws on his paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a framer’s bull”
You can tell them for me that I’m still running free, never a day is dull
It might sound absurd, but I’m livin’ wi’ a bird in a single end in Maryhill
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Maandag 4 maart 1985
I've Been Looking For Christmas
I've Been Looking For Christmas
Composer(s): Kevin Savigar; Patty Smyth
Performer(s): Donny Osmond
Blue and green
Red and White
Broken hearts strung on Christmas lights
Hanging up the mistletoe
If you've got someone to kiss you baby
Don't let them go
I hear the angels sing "Gloria"
Love is the gift He brings
I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes
Years ago I still believed
In silent night
Oh Christmas tree
I fell behind old memories
I think it's time to gather these
I hear the angels saying
"Home is where the heart is"
This is the gift that I bring
I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Anywhere but here
It's been cold, so cold, so cold
All this time that you were not here
I hear the children saying "God bless one and all"
These are the gifts they bring
I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes
Zondag 3 maart 1985
Sam Stone
Sam Stone
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine
and multiple other artists
Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew 'round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it's fun
There was nothing to be done
But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Zondag 3 maart 1985
It's Christmas, Cha Cha
It's Christmas, Cha Cha
Composer(s): Carl Finch
Performer(s): Brave Combo
There is a sound in the air
Colored light is everywhere
All the stores- open late
Hurry up! I just can't wait
Chorus:
It's Christmas, Christmas
Have a merry Christmas
Then please have a
Happy New Year
There's a shelf for your cares
Wrap 'em up- store 'em there
Take a break from the heat
Open up to the beat
Repeat Chorus x2
Couples sway on the floor
Cha Cha Cha Let's dance some more
It's Christmastime- know what I mean?
Look at life through red and green
Repeat Chorus x6
Zaterdag 2 maart 1985
Sam
Sam
Composer(s): John Farrar; Hank Marvin; Don Black
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
I heard that you're on your own now
So am I
I'm living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
There's much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
I'm sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, ooh Sam
You know, you know
You know where I am
Zaterdag 2 maart 1985
It's Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
It's Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
Composer(s): Dixie Dean; Ray King
Performer(s): Buck Owens
It must be that time again the snow is falling
In the air there's happiness that you can't see
From the little country church the bells are ringing
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh everything is nothing dear without you
And it's hard to live with just a memory
For I need your love to give each day a meaning
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Vrijdag 1 maart 1985
Salzburg
Salzburg
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Betty Comden; Adolph Green
Performer(s): Jean Stapleton, Eddie Lawrence
Sue:
You said it!
You said it!
I heard you say it!
Oh Sandor!
Sandor:
Sue, Sue, Sue, I Love you, honey
Sue, Sue, Sue, Give me your money
With your life savings in the little blue sock
Sue:
We will have enough to keep us out of hock
Sandor
We'll fly together to a place I know where we, oh so happy will be
Sue:
Oh, Where, Oh where is this place of mystery?
Sandor
Where?
Sandor:
In Salzburg by the sea
Where love and laughter live eternally
In Salzburg by the hill
Where gondolas go gliding by the mill
Sue:
What a thrill darling!
Sandor
Tropical nights
Sue:
Festival lights
Sandor
Strudel for two at the midnight bull fights
Sue
Arriba!
Sandor
In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg
Where the flying fishes play
Where the schnitzel is high as an elephant's eyes
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Come to Salzburg with me...
Liebchen!
By the sea!
Both
O-le!
Sandor
Come on, Sue
Sue
Sandor, Tell me more!
Sandor
You want more?
Sandor
In Salzburg by the sea
Sue
You said it!
Sandor
Where all the worlds in love with gay Paree
Sue:
You said you love me!
Sandor:
In Salzburg on the shore
Sue:
He loves me!
Sandor:
Where Geisha girls keep coming back for more
Sue:
Sandor!
Sandor:
Liebchen
Sue:
We'll live in style
Sandor:
Gold by the pile
Both:
Goulash for two as we barge down the Nile
In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg
Sandor:
Where the corn and 'taters grow
Sue:
In our sweet home sweet home all the roads lead to Rome
Both:
So, my darling,
Let's hurry and go!
Sandor:
Come to Salzburg with me
Liebchen!
Both:
By the sea
O-le!
Vrijdag 1 maart 1985
It's Christmas Time All Over The World
It's Christmas Time All Over The World
Composer(s): Hugh Martin
Performer(s): Jackie Gleason;
and various other artists
It's Christmas time all over the World
It's Christmas here at home
The church bells chime wherever we roam
Så riktig God Jul
Feliz Natal
Shenoraavor Nor Dari
Dari
To you
The snow is thick in most of the world
Childrens' eyes are wide
As old Saint Nick gets ready to ride
So Feliz Navidad
Sretan Bozic
And Happy New Year
New Year
To you
Though the customs might change
And the language is strange
This appeal we feel is real
In Holland or Hong Kong
It's Christmas time all over the World
In places near and far
And so my friend wherever you are
Ein fröhliches Weihnachten
Kala Christougenna
Yoi kurisumasu
This means a very Merry Christmas
Christmas, Christmas
To you
Donderdag 28 februari 1985
Salzanitos
Salzanitos
Composer(s): M. Oyarbide; D. Salzano
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Mis hijos serán trompetistas, o no serán nada
les prohibo cirujanos, arquitectos
mucho menos banqueros, hombres de la Bolsa
Serán trompetistas, maravillas desde chicos
en el zapato de Reyes, la corchea
en el otro zapato el de las fuccias
Después les compró la bolsa la vida
les doy almanaques de caballos
les compro aparatos con cosquillas
Los pongo contra el cielo
les explico de Dios y de Louis Amstrong
Mis hijos serán descalzos, errabundos detenidos
palpados de uno o más amores
Hm! les encontrarán, es claro, la trompeta
Andarán por tío vivos con palabras giratorias
tendrán amigos, enemigos, ex amigos
Tendrán que empeñar su palabra, su café
"pero no empeñarán nunca su trompeta"
les diré "pues una trompeta, es una trompeta" ...
Les regalaré una gamuza de gamuza ...
Les haré escribir "bis" en los retretes
Eso haré, eso serán ...
Y aquí va mi testamento
Les dejo un repertorio de tristezas
úsenlo ... sólo de vez en cuando
El día de mi muerte vayan todos al entierro
lleven sacos colorados, lleven la trompeta
toquen "Rosa", "Madreselva" ...
o algœn otro blues ...
Pero, cuidado, lleven las bufandas
en los cementerios se muere de amor y frío ...
Y yo los amo tanto ... !!!
Donderdag 28 februari 1985
It's Christmas Time (The Carpenters)
It's Christmas Time
Composer(s): Al Stillman; Victor Young
Performer(s): The Carpenters
It's Christmas time and time for a carol
Time to sing about the little King
To fill the bowl and roll out the banel
Have ourselves a fling
We greet a friend or welcome a stranger
Let him sing on cheer him on his way
And celebrate the child in the manger
Born on Christmas day
Good cheer for you and for me
With pleasure and glee to share
Oh, we're so happy to be together
On yuletl
For love is surrender
You must surrender if you care
You must surrender if you dare
For love is surrender
You must surrender if you care
You must surrender if you dare
Da-a-a-re!
Woensdag 27 februari 1985
Sálvame
Sálvame
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Quien sabe el justo valor
del hombre que arriesga su ser
y se convierte en adicto al amor
Quien puede juzgar su moral
pecado, culpa y perdón
de aquel que se haga adicto al amor
Dar para ser capaz de dar
uno mismo se tiene que amar
y seguro se hace adicto al amor
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor
Quien miente al decir la verdad
le roba a la comunidad
condena todo acto de amor
Quien te hace perder la ilusión
ante una pantalla virtual
simula ser adicto al amor
Y puedo ser tu rehén
tu terrorista también
puedo serte fiel
si me lo pides
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor
(Todos dicen que...)
me amo a mi mismo
(y no entienden que...)
solo así, te puedo amar
mi sano egoísmo te quiero contagiar
y así, (así) rodando y rodando
y me convierto en adicto al amor
uh! nena no me ves, sálvame
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor
El mundo andará mejor
nena tengo el vicio, soy adicto al amor
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación
Sálvame, sálvame, nena sálvame
Ayúdame a ser
serte fiel, ser tu rehén (o rey)
me hace tan bien
Sálvame
si uno no se quiere
no puede querer
Sálvame
soy adicto a tu amor
adicto a tu amor
Woensdag 27 februari 1985
The Christmas Tree Angel
The Christmas Tree Angel
Composer(s): M.K. Jerome; Jack Scholl
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; Vic Schoen
While angels are shining the stars Christmas eve
A sweet little angel takes heavenly leave
She likes to help Santa Claus dress up the tree
So next Christmas morning.
Look up and you'll see
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
She colours the lights and she sprinkles the snow
She hangs up the holly and bright mistletoe
The loveliest angel you ever have met
She makes Christmas one day we never forget
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
When Santa has filled all the stockings with toys
And left all his gifts for the good girls and boys
Sweet Angie is busy till dawn starts to break
Arranging the toys till the children awake
Then with the morning a smile on her face
When Angie has put all the toys in their place
The next thing you know, softly laughing with glee
Sweet Angie returns to the top of the tree
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
Merry Christmas
Dinsdag 26 februari 1985
Salut Salaud
Salut Salaud
Composer(s): Didier Barbelivien
Performer(s): Dalida
Salut Salaud
Tu rentres un peu tard mais je sais, pour toi c'est tôt
Raconte-moi ton histoire emmène-moi en bateau
Sur un vieux quai de gare j'avais le cœur dans l'eau
Salut Salaud
Ce soir t'es pas bavard t'es pas bien dans ta peau
T'as une guerre de retard ou une victoire en trop
T'as perdu la mémoire mais ce serait trop beau
Salut Salaud
T'as toujours une belle gueule même, quand tu en fais trop
On n'peut pas t'laisser seul t'es comme un gosse idiot
T'as des yeux d'épagneul et ça m'fait froid dans l'dos
Salut Salaud
T'as pas changé d'adresse j'connais ton numéro
Le comique la tendresse la violence et les mots
Bravo, bravo
Salut Salaud
C'est vrai t'as fait fortune dans tous les casinos
T'aurais donné la lune pour un jeton de trop
Y a des blondes moitié brunes qui voulaient t'faire la peau
Salut Salaud
Il te manque la guitare pour jouer du Flamenco
Autrefois dans les bars on t'applelait Hidalgo
Ce soir t'as pas envie de parler des taureaux
Salut Salaud
T'as toujours une belle gueule même quand tu en fais trop
On n'peut pas t'laisser seul t'es comme un gosse idiot
T'as des yeux d'épagneul et ça m'fait froid dans l'dos
Salut Salaud
T'as pas changé d'adresse j'connais ton numéro
Le comique, la tendresse, la violence et les mots
Bravo, bravo
Salut Salaud
Tu rentres un peu tard mais je sais, pour toi c'est tôt
Raconte-moi ton histoire emmène-moi en bateau
Sur un vieux quai de gare j'avais le cœur dans l'eau
Salut Salaud
Dinsdag 26 februari 1985
It's Christmas Once Again
It's Christmas Once Again
Composer(s): Elaine Blackman
Performer(s): Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers
and multiple other artists
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Merry voices raised in singing
Carols through the streets are ringing
All because it's Christmas once again
Lovers kiss in public shyly
Mistletoe was hung there slyly
All because it's Christmas once again
Little kiddies' noses flattened on the window pane
Peeking at the dollys and the shiney choo-choo trains
Santa's hitching up his reindeer, has his bag packed tight
Everything is ready for the sleigh ride through the night
Christmas trees with lights are twinkling
Glasses filled with snowflakes sprinkling
All because it's Christmas once again
So here's a wish we keep repeating
Please accept the season's greetings
All because it's Christmas once again
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Maandag 25 februari 1985
Salut Les Copains
