Donderdag 19 december 1985
The Borning Day
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The Borning Day
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Woensdag 18 december 1985
Second Week Of Deer Camp
Second Week Of Deer Camp
Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila
Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters; Brian Doherty
Someone: Hey, there goes one!
Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow!
It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs
Underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in
Through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move
I didn't do too many
Only 30 cans of beer
It must have been that last shot
That put me under here
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
I remember playing poker
That weasel must have won
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun
He's snoring like a chainsaw
The camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump
Mukku's in the woodbox
Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking
I wonder if he knows?
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
Vito's crawling through the door
I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbles through the door
He says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside
And he killed it with his truck!
And Musti cracks a beer and says
"It's time to celebrate!
Goofus got the first buck
Since 1968!"
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer...
Woensdag 18 december 1985
Shipbuilding
Shipbuilding
Composer(s): Clive Langer; Elvis Costello
First release by: Robert Wyatt - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad They're Going To Take Me To Task
But I'll Be Back By Christmas'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
With All The Will In The World
Diving For Dear Life
When We Could Be Diving For Pearls
Dinsdag 17 december 1985
Second Handed Flowers
Second Handed Flowers
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall; George Jones; James King
I was working in Miami for a day or two
I decided I'd look up a girl that I once knew
I bought some flowers and went to see the girl I used to know
The lady at her door said she had married long ago
Times will change and towns will change, but there I was alone
And suddenly I wondered would Susie be at home
So with the flowers in my hand I walked toward her gate
Someone touched me on the arm and said, "You'll have to wait"
Then I noticed there were people standing in a line
And some of them were holdin' pretty flowers just like mine
They explained that Susie had been in an awful crash
Doctors said that she had just a little while to last
When I walked into her room I felt a sense of shame
When I heard Susie whisper, "I'm awfully glad you came"
She had been the girl that I had always gone to see
When someone that I cared for had been untrue to me
I handed her the flowers and she gently kissed my hand
She said, "Don't be embarassed, you know I understand"
I said goodbye and as I bent to kiss her fevered brow
I heard her whisper, "Thank you for the second handed flowers"
Dinsdag 17 december 1985
The Birthday Of A King
The Birthday Of A King
Composer(s): William Neidlinger
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
In the little village of Bethlehem
There lay a Child one day
And the sky was bright
With a Holy light
O'er the place where Jesus lay
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King
Humble birthplace but oh how much God gave
To us that holy day!
From the manger bed what a path has led
What a perfect holy way
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King
Maandag 16 december 1985
Second Fiddle Rag
Second Fiddle Rag
Composer(s): Doug Bowes; Marie-Lynn Hammond
Performer(s): Stringband
My man plays in a barroom band
he's got one pair of lightning hands
well he sits in the middle
and he plays jazz fiddle
right beside the big trombone
oh it's dark when he goes out to work
and light when he gets home
I asked my man
to show me how to play
he said `forget it sugar
that'll be the day
you know this may be 1931
but a woman belongs at home
baking pies and making eyes
at the man she calls her own'
So I bought me a fiddle on the sly
and a crank-up gramophone
I can't go wrong I'm playing along
with Stephane Grappelli
he turns me to jelly
I'm learning tricks and real swell licks
while my man is snoring away
goodbye Yehudi
hello Venuti
my how that kid can play...
Well did you hear the news
my man has done left town
he ran off with that old Marjorie Brown
oh I cried for a little
then I grabbed my fiddle
and I went down the the bar
I said `Hey boss listen you're missin' a musician
but you don't have to look too far
'Cause here I am
better grab me while you can
or I'll be struttin' my stuff in
ol' Ina Ray Hutton's all girl band
Maandag 16 december 1985
The Best Gift
The Best Gift
Composer(s): Lan O'Kun
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand;
Rosemary Clooney; Kathie Lee Gifford
The best gift
That I ever got
Didn't really weigh a lot
It didn't have a ribbon 'round
And it sometimes made the terrible sound
The best of all it seems to me
It wasn't neath the christmas tree
And yet, I guess I'd have to say
That it made all the other presents twice as gay
The best gift that I've ever known
I'd always wanted most to own
Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice
I never thought it could be so nice
The best gift that I ever get
Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet
Was usually pink but oftentimes red
As it lay so innocently in its bed
The best gift of the year to me
The one I hold most dear to me
A gift that simply drove me wild
Was a tiny new born child...
Zondag 15 december 1985
Second Fiddle
Second Fiddle
Composer(s): Cavanaugh; Redman; Irving Taylor; Weldon
Performer(s): Juanita Hall
and multiple other artists
I was playing second fiddle
I was caught in a losing romance
You were also second fiddle
You, too, played the game with no chance
We were losers, we were weepers
They called us birds of a feather
Now we're finders, now we're keepers
Two aching hearts got together
We were playing second fiddle
Then we met and gave love a new start
No more playing second fiddle
Now that we're first in each other's heart
Zondag 15 december 1985
The Bells Of Christmas (Frank Sinatra)
The Bells Of Christmas
Composer(s): Cahn; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere
For the sound of Christmas is in the air
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told
That inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells, the bells, on a wintry night
With the friendly fire burning warm and bright
The bells, the bells, on the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told
Tthat inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells, the bells, they've been here and now
To a world that's almost forgotten how
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love
Ring out, let the tale be told
That inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells of Christmas are ringing
Zaterdag 14 december 1985
Second Avenue
Second Avenue
Composer(s): Tim Moore
Performer(s): Art Garfunkel; Tim Moore; Tim Rose
Since we can no longer make it, girl
I found a new place to live my life
It's really no place at all
Just a hole in the wall, you see
It's cold and dusty but I let it be
Livin' here without you
On Second Avenue
And since our stars took different paths
I guess I won't be shavin' in your looking glass
Guess my old friendly grin
Must have started to dim, somehow
And I certainly don't need it now
Still, I keep smiling through
On Second Avenue
I can still see you standing
There on the third-floor landing
The day you visited we hardly said a word
Outside it was rainin'
You said you couldn't be stayin'
And you went back to your flowers and your birds
Since we can no longer see the light
The way we did when we kissed that night
Then all the things that we felt
Must eventually melt and fade
Like the frost on my window pane
Where I wrote, "I Am You"
On Second Avenue
Zaterdag 14 december 1985
The Bells Of Christmas (Kenny Loggins)
The Bells Of Christmas
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Steve Wood
Performer(s): Kenny Loggins
Imagine a boy
Kneeling by the window
Lookin out across the driveway at the rain
Will it always rain
I remember the bells
Comin' from the churchyard
And I thought they played their music just for me
And day by day
The rain turned to snow
I don't hear them anymore
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
The world of hope and promise
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
There was a girl
Lived around the corner
With eyes as black as Mary's must have been
I wonder does she miss her friend
I remember the day
All the bells were ringing
As I watched her cross the churchyard in the snow
And all my searching
For all I lack
Is just trying to get that feeling back
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
A world of hope and promise
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
The future of the world, they say
Is in the children's hands
Perhaps if we could let them lead
We'd come to understand
The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
Vrijdag 13 december 1985
Sèche Vite Tes Larmes
Sèche Vite Tes Larmes
(German Version: Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht)
Composer(s): G. Loose; James Last; H. Ithier)
Performer(s): Dalida
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Sèche vite tes larmes à travers tes larmes
Un nouveau soleil vient se montrer
Puisqu'il t'a menti
Laisse-le partir
Ce garçon était volage
Tu es si jolie
Il te faut guérir
L'amour a d'autres visages
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Au fond de son âme la plus faible femme
A toujours espoir de mieux aimer
Il n'est pas le seul
Et d'autres garçons
Tu le sais voudraient te plaire
Ouvre ta fenêtre
Le printemps est là
Et pour toi le ciel s'éclaire
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Sèche vite tes larmes derrière tes larmes
Un nouveau soleil vient de briller
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Ton chagrin n'est plus qu'un souvenir
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Ton nouveau bonheur
C'est de sourire
Vrijdag 13 december 1985
The Bells Of Christmas
The Bells Of Christmas
Danish Title: Det Kimer Nu Til Jule-Fest
Composer(s): Carl C.N. Balle
The bells of Christmas chime once more
The heavenly guest is at the door
He comes to earthly dwelling still
With new year gifts of peace, good will
This world though wide and far outspread
Could scarcely find for you a bed
Your cradle was a manger stall
No pearl no silk no kingly hall
Now let us go with quiet mind
The swaddled babe with shepherds find
To gaze on him who gladdens them
The lovliest flow'r of Jesse's stem
Oh join with me, in gladness sing
To keep our Christmas with our King
Until our song, from loving souls
Like rushing mighty water rolls!
O patriarchs' Joy, O prophets' Song
O Dayspring bright, awaited long
O son of Man, incarnate Word Great
David's Son, great David's Lord
Come, Jesus, glorious heav'nly guest
And keep your Christmas in our breast
Then David's harpstrings, hushed so long
Shall swell our jubilee of song
Donderdag 12 december 1985
Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht
Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht
(French Version: Sèche Vite Tes Larmes)
Composer(s): Christian Bruhn; Georg Buschor
Performer(s): Siw Malmkvist
and multiple other artists
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
schade um die Traenen in der Nacht
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Im Hof da spielte sie mit Joe von vis a vis
doch dann zog er in eine andere Stadt
Wie hat sie da geweint um ihren besten Freund
da gab ihr die Mama den guten Rat
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
schade um die Traenen in der Nacht
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Mit achtzehn traf sie Jim, sie traemte nur von ihm
zum ersten Mal verliebt, das war so schoen
Doch Jim der war nicht Treu und alles war vorbei
da konnte sie es lange nicht verstehn
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
schade um die Traenen in der Nacht
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Bis dann der eine kam, der in den Arm sie nahm
nun gehen sie durch ein Leben voller Glueck
Und gibt's von Zeit zu Zeit mal einen kleinen Streit
dann denkt sie an das alte Lied zurueck
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
schade um die Traenen in der Nacht
Liebeskummer lohnt sich nicht, my darling
weil schon Morgen dein Herz darueber lacht
Donderdag 12 december 1985
The Bell That Couldn't Jingle
The Bell That Couldn't Jingle
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Larry Kusik
Performer(s): Burt Bacharach;
and various other artists
Then Santa said
Jack Frost will bring my Christmas
gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll
jingle just like you were brand new
A Christmas bell was cryin'
and Santa heard it say
I just can't seem to jingle
and I can't go on the sleigh
Then Santa soon discovered the reason that it cried
The bell that couldn't jingle
It had nothin' there inside
Then Santa said
Jack Frost will bring my Christmas
gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll
jingle just like you were brand new
Then Jack Frost froze a teardrop
so each time that it swayed
The bell that couldn't jingle
it went jingling all the way
The bell that couldn't jingle
it went jingling all the way
Then Santa said
Jack Frost will bring my Christmas
gift to you and on Christmas Eve you'll
jingle just like you were brand new
Then Jack Frost froze a teardrop
so each time that it swayed
The bell that couldn't jingle
it went jingling all the way
The bell that couldn't jingle
it went jingling all the way
it went jingling all the way
it went jingling all the way
Woensdag 11 december 1985
Seca D'água
Seca D'água
Composer(s): Patativa do Assaré
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
É triste para o Nordeste o que a natureza fez
Mandou cinco anos de seca e uma chuva em cada mês
E agora em 85 mandou tudo de uma vez
A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó
Seca sem chuva é ruim
Mas seca d’água é pior
Quando chove brandamente depressa nasce um capim
Dá milho, arroz e feijão, mandioca e amendoim
Mas com em 85 até o sapo achou ruim
Maranhão e Piauí estão sofrendo por lá
Mas o maior sofrimento é nessas bandas de cá
Pernambuco, Rio Grande, Paraíba e Ceará
A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó
Seca sem chuva é ruim
Mas seca d’água é pior
O Jaguaribe inundou a cidade de Iguatu
E Sobral foi alagada pelo Rio Acaraú
O mesmo estrago fizeram Salgado e Banabuiu
Ceará martirizado, eu tenho pena de ti
Limoeiro, Itaíçaba, Quixeré e Aracati
Faz pena ver o lamento dos flagelados dali
Seus doutores governantes da nossa grande nação
O flagelo das enchentes é de cortar coração
Muitas famílias vivendo sem lar, sem roupa, sem pão
A sorte do nordestino é mesmo de fazer dó
Seca sem chuva é ruim
Mas seca d’água é pior
Woensdag 11 december 1985
The Ballad Of The Christmas Donkey
The Ballad Of The Christmas Donkey
Performer(s): Ed Ames
Long ago, in another day
A donkey cried in his donkey way
I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful
What good to anyone am I
Other animals are big and strong
Or rare or filled with an animal song
But I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful
What good to anyone am I
Heaven cried...donkey you can carry
Will you carry Mary...angels for your guide
On Christmas morn', in the stable hay
The donkey smiled in his donkey way
I feel beautiful, I feel beautiful
As beautiful as anyone am I....
As..beautiful..as..anyone...am......I
Dinsdag 10 december 1985
Sébastien
Sébastien
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; André Popp
Performer(s): Marie Laforêt
La fête qu'on fera
Quand Sébastien viendra
Avec son grand chapeau
Avec sa belle auto
Dessous son toit ouvrant
Comme un vrai président
Avec son grand cigare
Avec tous ses dollars
La belle fête qu'il aura
En rentrant du Vézuénéla
On dit qu'il a fait là-bas
Sa fortune dans les tabacs
Après avoir dirigé
Trois ou quatre cabarets
La belle fête qu'on arrangera
Quand il reviendra du Vézuénéla
Pour Sébastien pour Sébastien
Pour Sébastien pour Sébastien
Chez nous il n'était bon
Qu'à garder les moutons
Avec son gros manteau
Avec son vieux pipeau
En somme c'est grâce à moi
S'il est parti là-bas
Avec ses gros sabots
Avec son sac au dos
Sébastien voulait m'épouser
Et moi je lui ai ri au nez
Si c'était pareil aujourd'hui
Je crois que je dirais oui
Pourvu bien sûr qu'il n'est ni :
Trop grossi ni trop vieilli
Mais faudrait pas
Qu'avec tout son argent
Il soit dev'nu trop intelligent
Cher Sébastien
Vieux Sébastien
Grand Sébastien
Beau Sébastien
Dinsdag 10 december 1985
The Baby's Carol
The Baby's Carol
Composer(s): Martha Cheney; Hap Palmer
Performer(s): Hap Palmer
Love was born in that lowly place
See it shining in Mary's face
Lighting the world and starry skies
Oh love in a baby's eyes
Hope was born on that lonely night
through the darkness he came as light
Dawning to bid the shadows part
Oh hope from a baby's heart
And joy was born in that stable bare
Angel hosts behold him there
Happily greet this holy child
Oh Joy in a baby's smile
Peace was born in that simple stall
Softly reaching to touch us all
Tenderly blessing every land
Oh peace in a baby's hand
Maandag 9 december 1985
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