Zondag 29 november 1987
Party Is A Groovy Thing
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Party Is A Groovy Thing
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Zaterdag 28 november 1987
Nous Les Amoureux
Nous Les Amoureux
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin; Jacques Datin
First performance by: Jean-Claude Pascal - 1961
Nous les amoureux
On voudrait nous séparer
On voudrait nous empêcher
D'être heureux
Nous les amoureux
Il paraît que c'est l'enfer
Qui nous guette
Ou bien le fer
Et le feu
C'est vrai, les imbéciles et les méchants
Nous font du mal, nous jouent des tours
Pourtant rien n'est plus évident
Que l'amour
Nous les amoureux
Nous ne pouvons rien contre eux
Ils sont mille et l'on est deux
Les amoureux
Mais l'heure va sonner
Des nuits moins difficiles
Et je pourrai t'aimer
Sans qu'on en parle en ville
C'est promis
C'est écrit
Nous les amoureux
Le soleil brille pour nous
Et l'on dort sur les genoux
Du bon Dieu
Nous les amoureux
Il nous a donné le droit
Au bonheur et à la joie
D'être deux
Alors, les sans-amour, les mal-aimés,
Il faudra bien nous acquitter
Vous qui n'avez jamais été
Condamnés
Nous les amoureux
Nous allons vivre sans vous
Car le ciel est avec nous
Les amoureux
Zaterdag 28 november 1987
Party Heart
Party Heart
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
You've got a party heart, a gay time party heart
You're only happy when the party's going on
And it makes me sad because I know that party's have to end
And when this party's over, you'll be gone
I love your party heart your playful party heart
But though you make me laugh you also make me cry
Cause I know you only think of me as just a party friend
And when the party's done you'll say goodbye
A playtime girl like you plays lots of thrills in life it seems
But oh, what I'd ever give to be the playboy of your dreams
I'd tame your party heart, your fickle party heart
And someday that's just what some party boy will do
But I love you so, I guess that I'll cry just as much as you
When someone breaks your party heart in two (3x)
Vrijdag 27 november 1987
Silly Love Songs
Silly Love Songs
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
First release by: Wings - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
You'd think that people would have had enough of Silly Love Songs
But I look around me and I see it isn't so
Some people wanna fill the world with Silly Love Songs
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I can't explain the feeling's plain to me; say can't you see?
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me
Now can't you see, what's wrong with that
I need to know, 'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you
Love doesn't come in a minute
sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly, no, it isn't silly
Love isn't silly at all
How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
Vrijdag 27 november 1987
Party Doll
Party Doll
Composer(s): Jimmy Bowen; Buddy Knox
Performer(s): Buddy Knox;
and various other artists
Well all I want is a party doll
To come along with me when I'm feelin' wild
To be everlovin', true and fair
To run her fingers through my hair
Chorus:
Come along and be my party doll
Come along and be my party doll
Come along and be my party doll
I wanna make love to you, to you
I wanna make love to you
Well I saw a gal walkin' down the street
The kind of a gal I'd love to meet
She had blonde hair and eyes of blue
Baby I wanna have a party with you
Chorus
Every man has got to have a party doll
To be with him when he's feelin' wild
To be everlovin', true and fair
To run her fingers through his hair
To run her fingers through his hair
Chorus
Donderdag 26 november 1987
Angelique (Dario Campeotto)
Angelique
First performance by: Dario Campeotto - 1961
Hvor er du dejlig Angelique
Hvad er stjernerne imod dit klare blik
Din stemme klinger som den sødeste musik
Og dit væsen er skabt af drøm og romantik
Gik jeg med Shakespeares digterhat
Skrev jeg digte til dig både dag og nat
Og var jeg hyldet i Carusos kappe
Ja så sang jeg og sang for dig
Og jeg malte dig yndig og blu
Ku' jeg male som Rembrandt han ku'
Og jeg tilbad dig på violin
Ku' jeg spille som Menuhin
Men alle muser gav mig nej
Jeg behersker ikke sang og strengeleg
Giv mig nu bare lov at drømme lidt om dig, Angelique
Så jeg føler mig, som blot en enkelt lille brik i dit livs mosaik
Rundt om i verden der findes der dejlige piger
No'n har det blide og no'n har det ildfulde blik
Men om jeg søgte i alle de dejligste riger
Fandt jeg dog ingen så yndig som du Angelique
Gik jeg med Shakespeares digterhat
Skrev jeg digte til dig både dag og nat
Og var jeg hyldet i Carusos kappe
Ja så sang jeg og sang for dig
Og jeg malte dig yndig og blu
Ku' jeg male som Rembrandt han ku'
Og jeg tilbad dig på violin
Ku' jeg spille som Menuhin
Men alle muser gav mig nej
Jeg behersker ikke sang og strengeleg
Giv mig nu bare lov at drømme lidt om dig, Angelique
Så jeg føler mig, som blot en enkelt lille brik i dit livs mosaik
Angelique, du min dejlige Angelique
Min Angelique
Donderdag 26 november 1987
Party
Party ((aka (Let's Have A) Party))
Composer(s): Jessie Mae Robinson
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson & Ted Herold;
and various other artists
Some people like to rock, some people like to roll
But movin' and a-groovin's gonna satisfy my soul
Let's have a party
Hoo, let's have a party
Well, send `im to the store an' let's buy some more
An let's have a party tonight
I never kissed a bear, I never kissed a goon
But I can shake a chicken in the middle of the room
Let's have a party
Hoo, let's have a party
Well, send `im to the store an' let's buy some more
An' let's have a party tonight
I never kissed a bear, I never kissed a goon
But I can shake a chicken in the middle of the room
Let's have a party
Hoo, let's have a party
Well, send `im to the store an' let's buy some more
An' let's have a party tonight
Honky-Tonky' Joe is knockin' at the door
Bring him in an' fill `im up an' sit 'im on the floor
Let's have a party
Hoo, let's have a party
Well, send 'im to the store, let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
The meat is on the stove, the bread's a-gettin' hot
Everybody run, they got the 'possum in the pot
Let's have a party
Hoo, let's have a party
Well, send `im to the store, let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
Let's have a party tonight
Let's have a party tonight
We're gonna have a party tonight
Let's have..................
Woensdag 25 november 1987
Silly Love
Silly Love
Composer(s): Lol Creme; Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10 cc
Hey, toots, you put the life into living
You brought the sigh into sight
Ah, hon, you make my legs turn to water
You bring the stars out at night
But they ain't half so bright
As your eyes
Gee whiz you take the beauty out of beautiful
You play the strings of my heart
Oh, babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
The rain would turn to sweet, sweet wine
Well he's been up all night
Breaking his head in two to write
A little sonnet for his chickadee
But between you and me
I think its silly
Silly
Oh, treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh, dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
And next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden needs
Ooh, you know the art of conversation
Must be dying
Ooh, when a romance depends on
Clichés, and toupees and threepes
We're up to here with mooning and juning
If you want to sound sincere
Don't rely on Crosby's crooning
Take a little time
Make up your own rhyme
Don't rely on mine, 'cause it's
Silly - silly - silly - silly
Woensdag 25 november 1987
Part-Time Lover
Part-Time Lover
Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
Performer(s): Stevie Wonder;
and various other artists
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll blink the lights
To let you know tonight's the night
For me and you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right
If I'm with friends and we should meet
Just pass me by, don't even speak
Know the word's "discreet" when part-time lovers
But if there's some emergency
Have a male friend to ask for me
So then she won't peek its really you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right
I've got something that I must tell
Last night someone rang our doorbell
And it was not you my part-time lover
And then a man called our exchange
But didn't want to leave his name
I guess that two can play the game
Of part-time lovers
You and me, part-time lovers
But, she and he, part-time lovers
Dinsdag 24 november 1987
September, Gouden Roos
September, Gouden Roos
First performance by: Bob Benny - 1961
Een gouden roos, september
een laatste zonnezoen
een merel fluit vol heimwee
't refrein van een seizoen
Nog zal de zomer zingen
een diep ontroerend lied
dat zachtjes zal versterven
ons blijft alleen verdriet
De dagen vertragen en schuiven toe
de zomer wordt moe, o zo moe
Nu moeten wij gaan scheiden
Ons hart wordt stil en broos
wanneer wij weer zien bloeien
september, gouden roos
Zodra in 't bos de eerste blaren vallen
en rode wingerd fluistert aan mijn raam
als avondnevels in de dalen hangen
dan weet ik dat de zomer is gedaan
Maar voor hij gaat zal hij nog even dralen
alsof hij 't afscheid wil betalen met
Een gouden roos, september
een laatste zonnezoen
een merel fluit vol heimwee
't refrein van een seizoen
Nog zal de zomer zingen
een diep ontroerend lied
dat zachtjes zal versterven
ons blijft alleen verdriet
De dagen vertragen en schuiven toe
de zomer wordt moe, o zo moe
Nu moeten wij gaan scheiden
Ons hart wordt stil en broos
wanneer wij weer zien bloeien
september, gouden roos
Dinsdag 24 november 1987
Partout C'est L'amour
Partout C'est L'amour
Composer(s): Barbara Erwin; Louis Poterat
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Les savants deviennent gagas
Pour découvrir avec tracas
Les mystères d'ici-bas
Je les plains sincèrement
Car sur la terre simplement
Tout peut s'expliquer en chantant
C'est l'amour
Qui fait siffler les merles
C'est l'amour
Qui fait briller les perles
C'est l'amour
Qui parcourt, y souffle et déferle
C'est l'amour
Qui fait chanter les harpes
C'est l'amour
Qui fait bailler les carpes
C'est l'amour
Qui fait la guerre dans les basses-cour
C'est lui qui fait
On l'entend au printemps
Les buissons crier, au moment
C'est l'amour
Qui fait tomber les prunes
C'est l'amour
Qui fait loucher la lune
C'est l'amour
Toujours partout, c'est l'amour
À quoi bon lire Cicéron
Socrate, Homère, ou même Platon
Et se bourrer d'érudition
Faire bouillir des cornus
Scruter le ciel dans un longue vue
Voici la vérité toute nue
C'est l'amour
Qui fait rougir les roses
C'est l'amour
Qui flanque de l'ankylose
C'est l'amour
Qui fait boire de la giratose
C'est l'amour
Qui rend sourd les concierges
C'est l'amour
Qui mûrit les asperges
C'est l'amour
Qui fait courir Police-Secours
C'est lui qui fait
Que les arbres ont des bourgeons
Et les petits jeunes gens, des boutons
C'est l'amour
Qui fait pleurer le trombone
C'est l'amour
Qui fait grossir la bonne
C'est l'amour
Toujours partout, c'est l'amour...
Oui, c'est l'amour!
Maandag 23 november 1987
Silly Boys
Silly Boys
Composer(s): Dee Long; John Woloschuk
Performer(s): Klaatu
Right now if we wait
For the opportunity
Then we would see
The sun is reversing
Ah, plasticine walls forever
And overly happy
With your aloof scene
Go off the ledge to snow
Wish them good night
Oh gorgeous madman
You are illuminated
Ah, if he preached
The words they beat on
And ignored him
With their moral in lust
Whose four-inch dagger
Blind your mother's eye to stop
Oooh, are you ugly
Silly boys love you
Yeah, sit up
They're armed with hooks
They'll harm her
You're smashed with Ignace
Hark and enamour me
May I survive?
Oh, Sir Army Suit
You're psychic
Maandag 23 november 1987
Partners In Crime (Roger McGuinn)
Partners In Crime
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn - Jacques Levy
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Dear Abbie I'd write you this letter
But your address is unknown
I'd tell you the world ain't no better
Since you left us all alone
Dear Abbie I wish they would let you
Come back to us again
And truly I hope they don't get you
And slam you in the pen
Partners in crime in the streets of Chicago
Where are they now they're all gone free
All love to see you and tell you hello
But you live in secrecy
I see where Tom is planning to join the government
And Rennie says this friend of his is probably Heavensent
Jerry's into threapy and says he feels content
Oh oh oh oh oh
Lee is back on welfare John's up in the east
Dave is still resistinh he hasn't changed the least
And Bobby could run Oakland if the prisoners were released
Oh oh oh oh oh
Dear Abbie I wish they would let you
Come back to us again
And truly I hope they don't get you
And slam you in the pen
Partners in crime in the streets of Chicago
Where are they now they're all gone free
All love to see you and tell you hello
But you live in secrecy
Zondag 22 november 1987
Printemps, Avril Carillonne
Printemps, Avril Carillonne
First performance by: Jean-Paul Mauric - 1961
Bing et bong, et bing et bong
Ecoute dans l'air léger
Quatre notes sans façon
Qui vont se promener
Bing et bong, et bing et bong
Courant par monts et vallées
Elles enivrent de chansons
La nature étonnée
Printemps, printemps, avril carillonne
La marmotte se réveille
Au premier soleil
Printemps, printemps, des abeilles bourdonnent
Tandis que tous les bourgeons
Ouvrent leurs maisons
Le hérisson affûte ses piquants
Pas bien méchants
Le pinson joue de la flûte
En volant gaiement
Printemps, printemps, le vent tourbillonne
En semant les papillons
Sur chaque buisson
Bing et bong, et bing et bong
Dans l'ombre de la forêt
L'araignée du bout de son fil
Tire les cloches du muguet
Bing et bong, et bing et bong
Tout en dansant comme un fou
Le ruisseau qui se faufile
Joue avec les cailloux
Printemps, printemps, avril carillonne
Monsieur blaireau qui dormait
Sort prendre le frais
Printemps, printemps, l'allure tatillonne
L'escargot vient se griser
D'une goutte de rosée
Et la fourmi s'inquiète
Elle n'a plus de provisions
Mais la cigale s'apprête
A faire une chanson
Printemps, printemps, sur l'eau qui frisonne
Une grosse feuille de nénuphar
Couve des têtards
Printemps, printemps, avril carillonne
L'écureuil joue à cache-cache
Derrière son panache
Printemps, printemps, le crapaud rayonne
Se mirant dans une flaque d'eau
Il se trouve très beau
Et la tortue voyage
Toute la noce n'attend plus qu'elle
Au joli mariage de deux tourterelles
Printemps, printemps, avril carillonne
Et moi lorsque je l'entend j'ai le cœur content
J'ai le cœur content, j'ai le cœur content
Zondag 22 november 1987
Partisano
Partisano
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; R. Gagni
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Padre, Madre
un abrazo volveré
héroes causas
de un poder absurdo
guerra odio
no he entendido bien porqué...
Vivo muerto
por un mundo nuevo...
me acercaré hasta el valle
que me vió nacer
qué amarga despedida...
Cantos aceros, no quiero matar
último grito de rabia y se va
que no me llamen cobarde traidor
partisano...
Patria y bandera yo os pido perdón
hoy que deserto me armé de valor
himno de paz por el hombre que cree
partisano...
Libre! libre!
como un aguila seré
vuelo alto
que hay un mundo nuevo
y llévame hasta el valle
que me vio nacer
qué niebla es ésta amigo?
Cantos aceros, no quiero matar
último grito de rabia y se va
que no me llamen cobarde traidor
partisano...
patria y bandera yo os pido perdón
hoy que deserto me armé de valor
himno de paz por el hombre que cree
partisano...
Oh!
lejos de aquí se que descansaré
me iré, me iré
te escribiré mi hermano...
Zaterdag 21 november 1987
Silly
Silly
Composer(s): Deniece Williams; Fritz Baskett; Clarence McDonald
First release by: Deniece Williams - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists
Silly of me to think that I
Could ever have you for my guy
How I love you
How I want you
Silly of me to think that you
Could ever really want me too
How I love you
You’re just a lover out to score
I know that I should be looking for more
What could it be in you I see?
What could it be?
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me!
Silly of me to think that you
Could ever know the things I do
Are all done for you
Only for you
Silly of me to take the time
To comb my hair and pour the wine
And know you’re not there!
You’re just a lover out to score
And I know that I should be looking for more
What could it be in you I see?
What could it be?
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me!
Ooh...hoo...hoo...hoo...
Silly of me to go around
And brag about the love I’ve found
I say you’re the best
Well, I can’t tell the rest...
And foolish of me to tell them all
That every night and day you call
When you could care less!
You’re just a lover out to score
And I know that I should be looking for more
What could it be in you I see?
What could it be?
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me
Oh...oh...oh...love, oh, love
Stop making a fool of me, uh-huh!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh...ooh...ooh...silly
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh...ooh...ooh...silly
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Silly
Ooh, ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Silly
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Silly ...
Zaterdag 21 november 1987
Partire
Partire
French Title: Partir
Composer(s): Pallesi; Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Prima del tempo dei rimpianti
Fino a che niente ti terrà
Partire
Finché assapori gli anni verdi
Rima di re "tropo tard"
E sottomettersi all'età
Partire
Andar di frontiera in frontiera
In cerca della verità
Partire
Evasione da un'antica sorte
Che non prevede che la morte
Andr via, dove non si sa
Partire
Meravigliandoti del mondo
Che non immaginavi mai
Partire
Andare avanti e non voltarti
Dopo una vita di ignorarti
Capire infine come sei
Partire
Scoprire in fondo alla tua strada
Dopo la curva scosa c'è
Partire
Senza più porto né bandiere
Senza una rotta da seguire
E indietro non tornare mai
Terre lontane, genti nuove
Vedere il mondo come è
Seguire il vento chissà dove
Metter dell'aria, dello spazio
Fra i tuoi ieri e quel che verrà
Tentare la grande avventura
Dell'esistenza in libertà
Di una vita fatta a misura
Compreso il tempo di sognar
Che non ti concedono mai
Partire
Partire senza più remore di tempo
E quotidiane avversità
Partire
Senza pesare il pro e il contro
Buttarsi in cerca di un incontro
Col grande amore che non hai
Partire
Scoprire il mondo al fondo
All'uomo di cui nessuno parla più
Partire
E un giorno forse ritornare
Per ritrovarsi e raccontare
Quello che hai visto
Solo tu
Vrijdag 20 november 1987
Einmal Sehen Wir Uns Wieder
Einmal Sehen Wir Uns Wieder
Composer(s): Bader - Maluck
First performance by: Lale Andersen - 1961
Einmal sehen wir uns wieder, und vielleicht schon übers Jahr
Einmal sehen wir uns wieder, dann wird alles so wie es war
Darum glaub' an unsere Liebe, mag auch noch so viel gescheh'n
Denke immer daran: irgendwo, irgendwann, werden wir uns wiedersehen
Und der Sonntag war grau und der Himmel schwer und der Regen schlug aufs Dach
Und die Straße entlang bis hinab zum Meer, sah ich dir vom Fenster nach
So viel Liebe - vorbei, so viel Träume - vorbei
Ich weiß' nicht wo du bist, doch dein letztes Wort klingt in meinem Herzen fort
Einmal sehen wir uns wieder, mmm...
Darum glaub' an unsere Liebe, mag auch noch so viel gescheh'n
Denke immer daran: irgendwo, irgendwann, werden wir uns wiedersehen
Vrijdag 20 november 1987
Partirás
Partirás
Composer(s): Pedro Ruíz Céspedes; Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Las flores no tienen precio, ni hay autobuses al sol
y no me asusta el desprecio, de una niña de charol
Y si no me entiende nadie, ni me quieres de verdad
me casaré con el aire, y moriré en soledad
Y si no tengo la suerte, de encontrar a mi mitad
le seré fiel a la muerte, que en ella habré de parar
Partirás, partirás
a tu mundo, a tu ciudad
partirás, partirás
Porque me gusta ser libre, y entregarme sin dudar
soy demasiado sensible, para dejarme engañar
Partirás, partirás
a tu mundo, a tu ciudad
partirás, partirás
Donderdag 19 november 1987