Zaterdag 19 december 1987
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Vrijdag 18 december 1987
Katinka


Katinka
Composer(s): Joop Stokkermans; Lodewijk Post; Henny Hambuis
First performance: De Spelbrekers - 1962
Elke morgen om half negen
komen wij Katinka tegen
blauwe ogen, blonde lok
hel geel truitje, korte rok
maar ze trippelt zwijgend naast d'er Ma
daarom zingen alle jongens haar verlangend na
Kleine kokette Katinka
kijk nou es één keertje om
stiekempjes over je schouder
je ma merkt het toch niet, dus kom!
Kleine kokette Katinka
ben je verlegen misschien?
We willen zo graag nog heel even
een glimp van je wipneusje zien
Elke morgen, zon of regen
komen wij Katinka tegen
hakjes, tiktak op de stoep
korte rok met nauwe coupe
maar haar blik verraadt geen nee of ja
daarom zingen alle jongens haar verlangend na
Kleine kokette Katinka
kijk nou es één keertje om
stiekempjes over je schouder
je ma merkt het toch niet, dus kom!
Kleine kokette Katinka
ben je verlegen misschien?
We willen zo graag nog heel even
een glimp van je wipneusje zien
Vrijdag 18 december 1987
Pass The Dutchie


Pass The Dutchie
Composer(s): Lloyd Ferguson; Jackie Mittoo; Fitzroy Simpson
Performer(s): Musical Youth
This generation rules the nation with version
Music happen to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub!
I say
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
So I left my gate and went out for a walk
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
As I pass the dreadlocks' camp I heard them say...
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
So I stopped to find out what was going on
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
'Cause the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say...
(How does it feel when you've got no food?)
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
'Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist
Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say...
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
You play it on the radio, a so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo
A so me know you a go play it on the disco
A so me say we a go hear it on the stereo!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side!
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
I say east, say west, say north and south (on the left hand side)
This is gonna make us jump and shout (on the left hand side)
Donderdag 17 december 1987
Silver Spoon


Silver Spoon
Composer(s): Judi Pulver
Performer(s): Petula Clark
I don't want no golden plate
No breakfast in the city
No, I don't need no silver glass for my soul
Sure I'd miss those city lights
On certain nights they're pretty
But all I want is to stay with you
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up
And it brings your face of you
Wherever you're going to
Could I please
Come along with you?
I don't need no stocking filled
With gifts you gotta pay back
And I don't need no superman balloon
All I want is to love you love
And to love you long and lay back
And never need to lack the silver spoon
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up
And it brings your face of you
Wherever you're going
Could I pease
Come along with you?
Wherever you're going
Could I please
Come along with you?
Take me along with you
Can I please come along with you?
Cause I'm so much in love with you
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up
And it brings your face of you
Wherever you're going
Could I please
Come along with you?
Wherever you're going
Could I please
Come along with you?
Would you take me along with you?
Can I please come along with you?
Come on take me
I wanna be back by your side
Donderdag 17 december 1987
Pass Me By


Pass Me By
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh
Performer(s): Peggy Lee
and various other artists
I got me ten fine toes to wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
A lovely pair of heels that kick to beat the band
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
Add to these a nose that I can thumb
And a mouth, by gum, have I
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
I got me ten fine toes to wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
A lovely pair of heels that kick to beat the band
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
Add to these a nose that I can thumb
And a mouth, by gum, have I
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
Woensdag 16 december 1987
Silver Paper


Silver Paper
Composer(s): Gail Collins; G. Gardos; Steve Knight; Corky Laing; Felix Pappalardi; Leslie West
Performer(s): Mountain; Noel Redding; Swift Rain
Open your heart and let the sunshine in
Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Sun is shining on my world
Sun is in my shoes
While I´m passin´ through this life
This job is spent with you
Wrap my dreams in silver paper
Gonna give them all to you
Use them on some rainy morning
And they´ll tell you what to do
Open your heart and let the sunshine in
Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Open your heart and let the sunshine in
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in
Life is what you´re reaching through
When your path is spied
Wait until some rainy morning
You´ll be satisfied
Gonna wrap up my dreams in silver paper
Give it all to you
Use it on some rainy morning
It´ll tell you what to do
Open your heart and let the sunshine in
Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Open your heart and let the sunshine in
Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Woensdag 16 december 1987
Pasqualino Maragià


Pasqualino Maragià
Composer(s): Francesci Migliacci; Domenico Modugno
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno; Roberto Murolo
Un certo Pasqualino pescatore
viveva in assoluta povertà
però sentiva sempre in fondo al cuore
qualcosa che diceva: "Un dì verrà!"
E un bel dì giunse a Sorrento
una principessa indiana
sopra un grosso bastimento
la bellissima Kalì
Pasqualino la guardò
E Kalì s'innamorò
ed in India lo portò...
Pasqualino Marajà
a cavallo all'elefante
con in testa un gran turbante
per la jungla se ne va
Pasqualino Marajà
non lavora e non fa niente
fra i misteri dell'Oriente
fa il nababbo tra gli indù
ndu du dun dun dun dun da!
Ulla! Ulla! La..
Pasqualino Marajà
non lavora e non fa niente
fra i misteri dell'Oriente
fa il nababbo tra gli indù
ndu du dun dun dun dun da!
Ulla! Ulla! La
Ulla! Ulla! La
Cento casse
di diamanti grossi grossi...
mentre principi potenti
gli s'inchinano davanti
lui si fuma il narghilé
Eh! Eh! Eh!
Eh! Eh! Eh!
Pasqualino Marajà
ha insegnato a far la pizza
tutta l'India ne va pazza
solo pizza vuol mangiar!
Pasqualino Marajà
ha imparato a far l'indiano
ma, da buon napoletano
chiama tutti: "Ué, paisà!"
Ulla! Ulla! La
Ulla! Ulla! La
Dinsdag 15 december 1987
Sol Och Vår


Sol Och Vår
Composer(s): Ake Gerhard; Ulf Kjellqvist
First performance by: Inger Berggren - 1962
En juvelerare och hans affär
är upphov till att allt så dystert är
en dag framför hans fönster dröjde jag
när någon plötligt sa: god dag
Det var en glad ung men med solvargsgrin
som bad mej följa med som smakråd in
han sökte något att sin fästmö ge
och var så snäll att jag gick med
När det är sol och vår
och man är nitton år
är det så lite man förstår
och alla flickor små
bör låtsas inne då
när vintern går mot sol och vår
Väl i butiken fann han inget sen
och snart så stod vi utanför igen
jag sa: adjö och hade börjat gå
när han skrek: vänta hör nu på
Som ett bevis på tacksamheten hans
ville han bjuda mej på lunch nånstans
det var ju vårens första solskensdag
så jag var dum nog svarade: ja
När det är sol och vår
och man är nitton år
är det så lite man förstår
och alla flickor små
bör låtsas inne då
när vintern går mot sol och vår
Han konverserade med elegans
och bjöd det bästa som på stället fanns
men sen han gått att ringa till en vän
så kom han inte mer igen
Och rockvaktmästaren sa: jo damens man
tog damens päls och gick till skräddaren han
så jag fick ringa till min egen Knut
som mej från notan löste ut
När det är sol och vår
och man är nitton år
är det så lite man förstår
och alla flickor små
bör låsas inne då
när vintern går mot sol och vår
Dinsdag 15 december 1987
Pasional


Pasional
Composer(s): Jorge Caldara; Mario X. Soto
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto;
and various other artists
No sabrás nunca sabrás
lo que es morir mil veces
de ansiedad
no podrás nunca entender
lo que es amar y enloquecer
Tus besos que queman
tus labios que embriagan
y que torturan mi razón
se que nunca mas podré
arrancar del pecho este querer
Estas clavada en mi
te siento en el latir
abrazador de mis sienes
te adoro cuando estás
te amo mucho más
cuando estas lejos de mi
Tengo miedo de perderte
de pensar que no he de verte
porque esta duda brutal?
porque me habré de sangrar?
si en cada beso te siento desmayar
sin embargo me atormento
porque en la sangre te llevo
y a cada instante febril y amante
quiero tus labios besar
Te quiero siempre así
estás clavada en mi
como un puñal en la carne
y ardiente y pasionál
temblando de ansiedad
quiero en tus brazos morir
Maandag 14 december 1987
Silver On The Sage


Silver On The Sage
Composer(s): Leo Robin; Ralph Rainger
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
There's silver on the sage tonight
Sprinkled by the Moon above
So lie down dawgies and let me dream
Of the one gal I love
There's silver on the sage tonight
We've been on the trail all day
So lie down doggies and you dream too
Of a range far away
Of a range waitin' for you
Where the streams never go dry
And the grass sparkles with dewdrops
In the meadows of the sweet by and by
There's silver on the sage tonight
Sprinkled by the Moon above
So lie down dawgies and let me dream
Of the one I love
Of the gal I love
Maandag 14 december 1987
Pasajero De La Luz


Pasajero De La Luz
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Aló, aló…
preciso tanto escuchar su voz
su melodía la vibración
solamente una canción
Aló, aló…
no tengo prisa, puedo esperar
junto a mi radio y en soledad
sentir que algo se me va…
Y se marchó…me dejó su voz
sólo su voz, sólo su voz
I will wait for you
for ever…
I want to be your light
I need you…
I’ m so glad with you
because I love you…
Aló, aló…
me siento como si flotara
en una nube de palabras
dibujadas en el sol…
Y ahora él…lejos está
bebiendo el néctar de las luces
en los diamantes de la música
con tres cristales en la voz…
Y se marchó, me dejó su voz
sólo su voz, sólo su voz…
I will wait for you
for ever…..
Zondag 13 december 1987
Vuggevise


Vuggevise
First performance by: Ellen Winther - 1962
Nu er alle folk i hele byen lige ved at si' godnat
Ham, du ve' nok, pusler me' paraplyen
Så nu sker det, skat
Solen trak gardinet for
Se nu blev i dag i går
Skynd dig ind i sove-rige
Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang
Skynd dig ind i lege-land
Li' så hurtigt som du kan
Mød den lille sjove pige
Du fortalte om engang
Så tænker mor imens på alt det grå og triste
Som voksne menn'sker kymrer sig om
Og streger alle sorger på den lange liste
Så den i morgen tidlig er tom
Skynd dig ind i lege-land
Li' så hurtigt som du kan
Skynd dig ind i sove-rige
Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang
Så, nu skal du ligge rigtig stille
Stille som en lille mus
Hør, så kan du høre en stjerne spille over vores hus
Så tænker mor imens på alt det grå og triste
Som voksne menn'sker kymrer sig om
Og streger alle sorger på den lange liste
Så den i morgen tidlig er tom
Skynd dig ind i lege-land
Li' så hurtigt som du kan
Skynd dig ind i sove-rige
Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang
Zondag 13 december 1987
Pasadena


Pasadena
Composer(s): Grant Clarke; Edgar Leslie; Harry Warren
Performer(s): The Temperance Seven;
and various other artists
Oh, you railway station
Oh, you Pullman train
Here’s my reservation, for my destination
Far beyond the western plain
To see my home in Pasadena
My home, where grass is greener
Where honey bees, hum melodies
And orange trees scent the breeze
I want to be a home-sweet-homer
Why, then I’ll settle down
Beneath those palms in someone’s arms
In Pasadena
Yes, in Pasadena town
Zaterdag 12 december 1987
Silver Medals And Sweet Memories


Silver Medals And Sweet Memories
Composer(s): Don Reid
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
Just a picture on a table, just some letters Mama saved
And a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved
"To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943"
But she never heard from him again, and he never heard of me
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories
In Mama's bedroom closet, to this day on her top shelf
There's a flag folded three-cornered, layin' by itself
The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is
And after all these lonely years, his Eileen still lives
And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who brought her
Silver medals and sweet memories
Silver medals and sweet memories
Zaterdag 12 december 1987
Pasaba Por Aquí


Pasaba Por Aquí
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
La hora fue, sin duda
lo que me hizo subir
al ver aún encendida
la luz en la ventana de David
No pienses que te espío
no llego a ser tan ruin
es torpe que tú creas
que quiero "sorprenderte en un desliz"
Y bien qué tontería
no soy nada sutil
si yo sólo pasaba
pasaba por aquí, pasaba por aquí
ningún teléfono cerca
y no lo pude resistir
pasaba por aquí
Qué esperas que te cuente
hay poco que decir
tal vez me vaya un tiempo
no aguanto este alboroto de Madrid
Te veo muy distinta
es nuevo ese carmín
está mucho más guapa
será que te embellece ser feliz
Qué cosas se me ocurren
todo esto es tan pueril
si sólo yo pasaba
pasaba por aquí
pasaba por aquí
ningún teléfono cerca y no lo pude resistir
pasaba por aquí...
Vrijdag 11 december 1987
Nur In Der Wiener Luft


Nur In Der Wiener Luft
Composer(s): Bruno Uher
First performance by: Eleonore Schwarz - 1962
Nur in der Wiener Luft spürt man den b'sonder'n Duft
Von einer gewissen süßen Walzermelodie
Schaut man zum Fenster 'naus, klingt es nach Johann Strauß
Und nach dem Zauber seiner Walzerpoesie
Und jedes Wienerkind liebt diesen einen Wind
Sausend und brausend, wie ein Kind der Phantasien
Oft kann er zärtlich sein, stürmt oft wie junger Wein
Zauberer von Wien, Walzer aus Wien
Stephansdom, Rathausmann, Sacher und Würschtelmann
Kennt jedes Kind auf der Welt
Von unser'n Backhendln, Schubert und Staatsoper
Hat schon der Opa erzählt
Und dann noch Grinzing und Burgtheater, Schrammeln und Hauptallee
Sind unsere Spezialität
Aber da fehlt noch was Wichtiges, nämlich das
Was nett im Baedeker steht
Nur in der Wiener Luft liegt so ein b'sond'rer Duft
Singend und klingend bringt er Dich zu Phantasien
Oft kann er zärtlich sein, stürmt oft wie junger Wein
Zauberer von Wien, Walzer aus Wien
Und jedes Wienerkind liebt diesen einen Wind
Sausend und brausend wie ein Kind der Phantasien
Oft kann er zärtlich sein, stürmt oft wie junger Wein
Walzer aus Wien, jahahahaaa
Vrijdag 11 december 1987
Pasa Un Avión


Pasa Un Avión
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Una locutora en el televisor
se disculpa por la interrupción
De repente se deja de oír su voz
y a la imagen se le va el color
Toda la ciudad es un gran apagón
y la calle es un puro descontrol
Me susurras: "Mira, como en Nueva York...
Tengo ganas de hacer el amor"
Y en eso pasa un avión
pasa un avión...
y pasa un avión
Qué demonios chilla ese despertador
si aún no son las tres en mi reloj
No es normal la luz que hay en la habitación
a no ser que haya salido el sol
Calla, escucha ese redoble de tambor
o es el eco de alguna explosión
Y me dices: "Ven, amor, olvídalo
démonos el beso del adiós"
Y en eso pasa un avión
pasa un avión...
y pasa un avión
Donderdag 10 december 1987
Silver Machine


Silver Machine
Composer(s): Bob Calvert; Dave Anthony Brock
First release by: Hawkwind - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
I just took a ride in a silver machine
And I'm still feeling mean
I got a silver machine
Do you want to ride, see yourself going by
Other side of the sky
Well I got a silver machine
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign
It flies out of a dream
It's antiseptically clean
You're gonna know where I've been
In my silver machine
I've got a silver machine
Donderdag 10 december 1987
Pas Trop De Peine


Pas Trop De Peine
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Moi, quand j'avais 14 ans
Les accords de Dylan
Meublaient mes insomnies
Et je m'endormais le matin
Ma guitare à la main
Sans débrancher l'ampli
Toi, tes parents te gardaient des ronds
Pour que tu aies ta maison
Avec un jardin sur le devant
Pour les soirs de printemps
Et quand tu arrivais au lycée
T'avais tout étudié
On était fier de toi
Moi, je disais je regrette
J'ai des notes plein la tête
Je ne vous entends pas
Elles s'envolent par millier tous les soirs
Du fond de ma guitare
Ils m'ont dit qu'ils n'étaient pas d'accord
Ils m'ont foutu dehors
Ça m'a pas fait trop de peine
Mais j'ai dit
Vos livres sont moisis
Vos principes me gênent
Et vos chaînes m'ennuient
Surtout gardez vos rengaines
Pour ceux qui sont déjà endormis
Moi je suis pour qu'on sème
Des graines de folie
Et j'ai fait pas mal de détours
J'ai vécu à la cour
Des mendiants et des rois
Pendant que toi tu comptais
Tes primes de fin d'année
Tes cravates de soie
Mais l'autre jour je t'ai retrouvé
Derrière ton guichet
Et j'ai compris à travers tes lunettes
Que c'est toi qui regrette
Ça m'a pas fait trop de peine
Mai j'ai dit
Tes livres étaient moisis
Ton costume te gêne
Et tes chaînes t'ennuient
Tu as écouté la rengaine
Ça fait 30 ans que tu es endormi
T'as tes 4 semaines
Moi j'ai toute ma vie...
Woensdag 9 december 1987
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