Woensdag 25 december 1985
The Christmas Child
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The Christmas Child
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Dinsdag 24 december 1985
Secret Lovers
Secret Lovers
Composer(s): David Lewis; Wayne Lewis
Performer(s): Atlantic Starr
(Her)
Here we are, just the two of us togetHer
Takin' this crazy chance to be all alone
We Both know that we should not be togetHer
‘Cause if we’re found out, it could mess up
Both our happy homes
(Him)
I hate to think about us all meetin' up togetHer
‘Cause as soon as I look at you it will show on my face, yeah
Then they’ll know that we’ve been loving each otHer
We can’t let ‘em know, no, no, no
We can’t leave a trace
(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
We shouldn't be togetHer
But we can’t let go, no, no
‘Cause we love each otHer so
Ooh…ooh…
(Her)
Sittin’ at home, I do nothin’ all day
But I think about you and hope that you’re okay
Hopin’ you’ll call before anyone gets home
I wait anxiously alone by the phone
(Him)
How could something so wrong be so right
I wish we didn’t have to keep our love out of sight, yeah
Livin' two lives just ain’t easy at all
But we gotta hang on in tHere or fall
(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real
(Both)
You and me, are we fair
Is this cruel or do we care
Can they tell what’s in our minds
Maybe they’ve had secret loves all of the time
(Him)
In the middle of makin' love we notice the time
We Both get nervous ‘cause it’s way after nine
(Her)
Even though we hate it, we know it’s time that we go
We gotta be careful so that no one will know
(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real
So real, so real
Dinsdag 24 december 1985
The Christmas Blues
The Christmas Blues
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; David Holt
Performer(s): Dean Martin
The jingle bells are jingling
The streets are white with snow
The happy crowds are mingling
But there's no one that I know
I'm sure that you'll forgive me
If I don't enthuse
I guess I've got the Christmas blues
I've done my window shopping
There's not a store I've missed
But what's the use of stopping
When there's no one on your list
You'll know the way I'm feeling
When you love and you lose
I guess I've got the Christmas blues
When somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Christmas is a joy of joy
But friends when you're lonely
You'll find that it's only
A thing for little girls and little boys
May all your days be merry
Your seasons full of cheer
But 'til it's January
I'll just go and disappear
Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues
Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues
Maandag 23 december 1985
Secret Corrida
Secret Corrida
Composer(s): John Cale
Performer(s): John Cale
When I find you listening
And I find you seaching
And I find you thinking
I'll be waiting
When I'm lookin' for you
You'll see the difference
You're caught in a web
Your deceit
In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador
Roar of the crowd
From the work of the picador
Blood on sawdust
The door slam shut
Beast of Eden
You can't get enough
I caught you laughing
On the day you left
This subtle difference
That I could sense
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador
The train moves on
Through the valley
The whistle carries
A long, long way
To the beast of the mounting
A long time ago
We can still hear
The whistle blow
And the days light comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the moon looks down
On the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
At the roar of the crowd
On the art of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets turn ugly
And the moon smiles down
On the art of the picador
Maandag 23 december 1985
The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
Composer(s): Ross Bagdasarian
Performer(s): The Chipmunks
and multiple other artists
All right you Chipmunks!
Ready to sing your song?
I'll say we are!
Yeah!
Let's sing it now!
Okay, Simon?
Okay!
Okay, Theodore?
Okay!
Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin!
Okay!!!
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Okay fellas get ready
That was very good, Simon
Naturally
Very good Theodore
Ahhh
Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it
Ah, Alvin, Alvin, Alvin!
Okay
Want a plane that loops the loop
I still want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Very good, boys
Lets sing it again!
Yeah, lets sing it again!
No, That's enough, lets not overdo it
What do you mean overdo it?
We want to sing it again!
Now wait a minute, boys
Why can't we sing it again?
Alvin, cut that out..
Theodore, just a minute
Simon will you cut that out?
Boys.....
Zondag 22 december 1985
Secret Agent Man
Secret Agent Man
Composer(s): Phil Sloan; Steve Barri
First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
There's a man who lives a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes
Another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Don't let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Or odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name
Swinging on the Riviera one day
Lying in a Bombay alley next day
Be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name
Zondag 22 december 1985
The Chimney Song
The Chimney Song
Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva
Performer(s): Bob Rivers
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all night long
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
But he never came and it don't seem right
And there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't make a sound
But I wish you Merry Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all week long
Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue
And we don't know what we're going to do
'Cause there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't move around
And it's been a week since Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all month long
Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace
Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace
That there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't talk at all
And it's been there since last Christmas
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all year long
I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
But my brother says, "He's already here"
And he's stuck up in the chimney
And he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas
And we'll have him every Christmas
Zaterdag 21 december 1985
Secret
Secret
Composer(s): Tom Kelly; Rick Nielsen; Billy Steinberg; Robin Zander
Performer(s): Robin Zander
Baby come close
So no one can hear
I want to whisper something whisper something
In your ear
I want to tell you things
That I told no one else
I want to tell you things
From deep inside myself
Ow ow ow cause I have to whisper
Ow ow ow
Can you keep a secret
Locked inside your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I, if I trust in you
Will you give it back to me
Can you keep a secret
What good is a door
If it's always kept shut
What could happen to me
If I open up
I want to tell you things
Beacause I'm surprised girl
I hope you won't be distant
Look in my eyes
Oh, oh, oh come a little closer oh, oh oh
But can you keep a secret
Locked up in your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I give my love to you
Would you give it back to me
Ooh can you keep a secret
(repeat chorus)
Zaterdag 21 december 1985
Children's Christmas Song
Children's Christmas Song
Composer(s): Isabelle Freeman - Harvey Fuqua
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above
No come on kids, I want you to gather around me, unfould your legs on the floor
And we're gonna tell the story about the first Christmas
Alright Chico, open your book
Joy, Berry, Terry, everybody open your book and we're gonna sing the song
And when I say Ding and Dong, I want you to say the same with me
Alright ready?
Aaha now, open your books
Good, let's go, yes
Now!
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above
Very good, now darlings
And now we're gonna sing ding dong to all the children around the world
and wish them a very merry Christmas, alright?
Ready?
Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here
Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Merry, merry Christmas everybody!
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Vrijdag 20 december 1985
Second Hand Rose
Second Hand Rose
Composer(s): James Hanley; Grant Clarke
Performer(s): Ted Lewis Jazz Band - 1921
and multiple other artists
Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father’s store
Even clothes I’m wearing someone wore before
It’s no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain’t been used
I’m wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That’s why they call me
Second hand Rose
Even our piano in the parlor
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I’m wearing second hand curls
I never get a single thing that’s new
Even Jake, the plumber, he’s a man I adore
He had the nerve to tell me he’s been married before!
Everyone knows that I’m just
Second hand Rose
From second Avenue!
From Second Avenue!
Vrijdag 20 december 1985
The Carol Singers
The Carol Singers
Composer(s): Sir William Sterndale Bennett; Charles Haynes
In our village, Christmas time, I says to several mates
"Look 'ere, lads," I says, "Now what about some Waits?"
We gets a carol, lairns it up, and on an evenin' wintry
We muffles up and sallies forth to try it on the Gentry
"Good King Wenceslas looked out," sings we with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like a hundred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Bill, our bass, 'e 'urt 'is face , we thought that it was torn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn
Perkins took the treble line (a lovely voice 'e's got)
I were tenor, Bill were bass, and Fred sang all the lot!
'E wandered up and down the scale, but still 'e rather marred it
All cos 'e never knew the words, and so 'e "lah-lah-lahed" it
"Lah-lah-lah-lah looked out" sings 'e with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out, too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like an 'undred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Every verse got worse and worse, and though we all felt worn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn
Still we never got no cash, which didn't seem quite just
Seein' we'd stood there for hours, a-singin' fit to bust
Then our policeman, old Bob Bates, comes down, a-scowlin' proper
"Good old Bob", young Perkins cries, "At last we've got a copper!"
Good King Wenceslas looked out, we still kept on recordin'
Bob said "yes, you'll come too, it's seldom I've heard more din"
Then a change came o'er the situation
Bob got nasty and took us to the station
"Look 'ere, Bates, we're Christmas Waits," I says to him with scorn
He said, with a sneer, "Now wait in here and greet the 'appy morn"
Donderdag 19 december 1985
Second Hand Dealer
Second Hand Dealer
Composer(s): Frank Allen; Mike Pender
Performer(s): The Searchers
A painted jug without a handle
A torn and shabby faded rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Getting deeper into debt
He's a secondhand dealer
And he wants what he can get for nothing
His body's broken like that handle
His clothes are shabby like that rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Dragging rubbish up a stair
He's a secondhand dealer
Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing
Trips on a ?????
Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor
Leans on a table
Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard
Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
A man in such a poor condition
Can't have so very long to go
For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by
And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing
Gets out a bottle
He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man
Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs
He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner
Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
Will anybody mourn his passing
Will they pull down the dirty shop
Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?
For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing
For nothing, secondhand dealer
Donderdag 19 december 1985
The Borning Day
The Borning Day
Composer(s): Fred Hellerman; Fran Minkoff
Performer(s): The Brothers Four
Mary and the baby hungry
Yes, we know what hungry be
So we bring them peas and rice
And a little ginger tea
Only pigeon peas and rice
A little ginger tea
Mary thank us with her eyes
She poor the same as we
She poor the same as we
Mary and the baby lonely
Lonely is not good to be
So we sit awhile and chat awhile
To keep them company
Stay awhile makes the baby smile
Pass the time of day
When we see how pleased they be
It make us glad we stay
So glad that we could stay
Mary and the baby weary
Oh, we know what weary be
So we make a bed and pillow for their head
With down from the muhow tree
Only down from the muhow tree
To rest them soft and good
We feel bad this was all we had
We do the best we could
We do the best we could
Mary and the baby rest easy
We go away and let them be
On hush tip toe and voice kept low
We look up and see
Stars of hope shine in the sky
To mark the baby's birth
Seemed to say it's borning day
Of better times on earth
Of better times on earth
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
