Vrijdag 1 april 1988
Pennies From Heaven
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Pennies From Heaven
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Donderdag 31 maart 1988
Va Dire À L'amour
Va Dire À L'amour
Composer(s): Raymond Bernard; Jacques Mareeuil
First performance by: Marjorie Noël - 1965
Va dire à l'amour
Que j'ait dix-sept ans
Dis-lui qu'en rêvant
Je l'attends, je l'attends, je l'attends
Va dire à l'amour
Qu'il vienne en copain
Et nous verrons bien
Si mon cœur, si mon cœur le retient
Tu sauras mieux que moi
Le trouver dans la nuit
Tu sauras mieux que moi
Lui parler en ami
Va dire à l'amour
Qu'avant son éveil
Mes jours sont pareils
À des jours et des jours sans soleil
Mais pourquoi, mais pour qui
Sont les fleurs du printemps?
Mais pourquoi et pour qui
Bat mon cœur plus souvent?
Va dire à l'amour
Que j'ait dix-sept ans
Dis-lui qu'en rêvant
Je l'attends, je l'attends, je l'attends
Et qu'il pense à moi longtemps
Donderdag 31 maart 1988
Pénélope
Pénélope
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Toi l'épouse modèle
Le grillon du foyer
Toi qui n'a point d'accrocs
Dans ta robe de mariée
Toi l'intraitable Pénélope
En suivant ton petit
Bonhomme de bonheur
Ne berces-tu jamais
En tout bien tout honneur
De jolies pensées interlopes
De jolies pensées interlopes...
Derrière tes rideaux
Dans ton juste milieu
En attendant l'retour
D'un Ulysse de banlieue
Penchée sur tes travaux de toile
Les soirs de vague à l'âme
Et de mélancolie
N'as tu jamais en rêve
Au ciel d'un autre lit
Compté de nouvelles étoiles
Compté de nouvelles étoiles...
N'as-tu jamais encore
Appelé de tes vœux
L'amourette qui passe
Qui vous prend aux cheveux
Qui vous compte des bagatelles
Qui met la marguerite
Au jardin potager
La pomme défendue
Aux branches du verger
Et le désordre à vos dentelles
Et le désordre à vos dentelles...
N'as-tu jamais souhaité
De revoir en chemin
Cet ange, ce démon
Qui son arc à la main
Décoche des flèches malignes
Qui rend leur chair de femme
Aux plus froides statues
Les bascul' de leur socle
Bouscule leur vertu
Arrache leur feuille de vigne
Arrache leur feuille de vigne...
N'aie crainte que le ciel
Ne t'en tienne rigueur
Il n'y a vraiment pas là
De quoi fouetter un cœur
Qui bat la campagne et galope
C'est la faute commune
Et le péché véniel
C'est la face cachée
De la lune de miel
Et la rançon de Pénélope
Et la rançon de Pénélope...
Woensdag 30 maart 1988
Since I've Used My Bible For A Roadmap
Since I've Used My Bible For A Roadmap
Composer(s): Don Reno; Charles Schroeder
Performer(s): Reno & Smiley; Allan McHale "Mac" & The Old Time Radio Gang
Since I've used my bible for a road map
I've been traveling toward the promised land
There has been no worry or obstruction
No rough pavement and no sinking sand
I'm on the right road to glory
Jesus leads me by the hand
Since I've used my bible for a road map
All my earthly travels have been grand
Since I've used my bible for a road map
I'm insured by Jesus day and night
And if I take the wrong direction
My bible will always steer me right
Woensdag 30 maart 1988
Pendant Les Vacances
Pendant Les Vacances ((aka Line (by Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1962))
((Adapted from: All I Have To Do Is Dream (by The Everly Brothers) - 1958))
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant - Hubert Ithier - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila - 1963
Versions In Other Languages:
1958 - Droom (by Will Tura)
1970 - 100 Volte Lei (by Donatello)
Pendant les vacances
eh eh eh
Pendant les vacances
eh eh eh
Demain je pars
Tout l'été il va falloir
Nous séparer
Pendant les vacances
Essaie de ne pas m'oublier!
Oui j'ai seize ans
Et tu sais que mes parents
Vont m'emmener
Pendant les vacances
Essaie de ne pas m'oublier
Demain c'est si long
Tu es un garçon
D'autres filles te plairont
Tu vas t'amuser sans moi
Et ton amour pourrait changer
Demain je pars
Tout l'été il va falloir
Nous séparer
Pendant les vacances
Essaie de ne pas m'oublier!
Pour me rassurer
Tu viens m'embrasser
Mais tu sais bien que c'est vrai
Tu vas t'amuser sans moi
Et ton amour pourrait changer
Demain je pars
Tout l'été il va falloir
Nous séparer
Pendant les vacances
Essaie de ne pas m'oublier!
Pendant les vacances
eh eh eh
Pendant les vacances
eh eh eh
Dinsdag 29 maart 1988
Als Het Weer Lente Is
Als Het Weer Lente Is
Composer(s): Jaak Dreesen; Jef Vanden Berg
First performance by: Lize Marke - 1965
Ik spaar de druppels van de dauw als het weer lente is
Ik koop voor jou net wat je wou als het jou feestdag is
Ik zal voor altijd op je blijven wachten
En in gedachten ben ik bij jou
Ik tel de sterren van april die aan de hemel staan
Ik wou zo graag met jou gelukkig door het leven gaan
Ik spaar voor jou de parels van de dauw
Als het waar lente is voor jou
Ik zal elke avond de deuren gaan sluiten
Ik zal elke avond de lichten uit doen
Wij zullen des zomers picknicken gaan buiten
En voor elke hap, krijg jij ook een zoen
Ik spaar de druppels van de dauw als het weer lente is
Ik koop voor jou net wat je wou als het jou feestdag is
Ik zal voor altijd op je blijven wachten
En in gedachten ben ik bij jou
Ik tel de sterren van april die aan de hemel staan
Ik wou zo graag met jou gelukkig door het leven gaan
Ik spaar voor jou de parels van de dauw
Als het weer lente is voor jou
Dinsdag 29 maart 1988
Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil Thin Mustache
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett;
and various other artists
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age
Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky King and Penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
Chorus:
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
Maandag 28 maart 1988
Since I've Been Loving You
Since I've Been Loving You
Composer(s): Robert Plant - John Bonham - James Patrick Page
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Working from seven to eleven every night
It really makes my life a drag
I don't think that's right
Ive really, really been the best of fools
I did what I could
'cause I love you, baby
How I love you, darling
How I love you, baby
How I love you, girl, little girl
But baby, since Ive been loving you, yeah
I'm about to lose my worried mind, oh, yeah
Everybody trying to tell me
That you didn't mean me no good
Ive been trying, lord, let me tell you
Let me tell you I really did the best I could
Ive been working seven to eleven every night
It kinda makes my life a drag
Lord, you know it ain't right
Since Ive been loving you
I'm about to lose my worried mind
Said I've been crying
My tears they fell like rain
Don't you hear
Don't you hear them falling
Don't you hear
Don't you hear them falling
Do you remember, mama, when I knocked upon your door?
I said you had the nerve to tell me
You didn't want me no more
I open my front door hearing my back door slam
You must have one of them new fangled
New fangled back door man
Ive been working from seven, seven, seven
To eleven every night
It kinda makes my life a drag, a drag, drag
Ah, yeah, it makes a drag
Baby, since Ive been loving you
I'm about to lose
I'm about to lose, lose my worried mind
Maandag 28 maart 1988
Pencil Neck Geek
Pencil Neck Geek
Composer(s): Pete Cicero; Martin Margulies
Performer(s): Fred Blassie
Back when I was a kid, life was going swell
Till something happened, blew every thing to hell
That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak
Said "A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek"
Mom said, "Sell it to the circus, what the heck"
Dad said, "Nope, this one's a pencil neck
And if there's one thing lower than a side show freak
It's a grit eatin', scum suckin', pencil neck geek"
You see if you take a pencil that won't hold lead
Looks like a pipe cleaner attached to a head
Add a buggy whip body with a brain that leaks
You got yourself a grit eatin', pencil neck geek
(chorus)
Pencil neck geek, grit eatin' freak
scum suckin', pea head with a lousy physique
He's a one man, no gut, loosing streak
Nothin' but a pencil neck geek
Soon the geeks were poppin' up all over town
You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down
After a nice juicy steak, if you need a toothpick
Just reach for a geek, they'll do the trick
One day we cut one up for fish bait
Learned our lesson just a little bit late
Soon as the geek hit the drink, the water turned red
Next day, sure enough, all the fish were dead
chorus
Most any night you know where I can be found
Yeah, stomping some geek's head into the ground
So keep the faith 'cause in Blassie you can trust
I won't give up 'til the last geek bites the dust
chorus
They say, "these geeks come a dime a dozen"
I'm lookin' for the guy who's supplin' the dimes
Its gonna be real hard times for all of these
grit eatin'
scum suckin'
boot lickin'
drop kickin'
gut grindin'
nail bitin'
glue sniffin'
scab pickin'
butt scratchin'
egg hatchin'
sleezy
smelly
pepper bellied
dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin', freaks
Nothing but a pencil neck geek
Pencil neck geek
Pencil neck geek
Pencil neck geek
Zondag 27 maart 1988
Karusell
Karusell
Composer(s): Jolly Kramer-Johansen
First performance by: Kirsti Sparboe - 1965
Mamma, jeg skal møte'n Kjell og han Arne nå i kveld
Vi skal spleise til en reise på en gøyal karusell
Mamma, hvem skal jeg kjøre med først
Kanskje Arne for han er jo størst?
Ja, han denger opp Kjell hvis han drar i fletta mi
Eller kaller meg popjenta si
Men når Arne og jeg tar en tur
Blir han Kjell så forskrekkelig sur
Så jeg tror det er best at vi kjører alle tre
I en vogn som er stor nok til det
Mamma, jeg er forelsket i Kjell
Klart jeg kjører med han likevel
Når vi suser avsted skal han få en real klem
Og så skal han få følge meg hjem
Stakkar Arne må stå der og se
Men jeg kan ikke bry meg om det
Jeg har sannelig nok med å tenke på meg selv
Når jeg svever omkring med han Kjell
Når jeg svever omkring, når jeg svever omkring
Når jeg svever i vår karusell
Zondag 27 maart 1988
Penas Do Tiê
Penas Do Tiê
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Vocês já viram lá na mata a cantoria
Da passarada quando vai anoitecer
E já ouviram o canto triste da araponga
Anunciando que na terra vai chover
Já experimentaram guabiraba bem madura
Já viram as tardes quando vai anoitecer
E já sentiram das planícies orvalhadas
O cheiro doce da frutinhas muçambê
Pois meu amor tem um pouquinho disso tudo
Que tem na boca a cor das penas do tiê
Quando ele canta os passarinhos ficam mudos
Sabe quem é o meu amor, ele é você
Você, você, você...
Zaterdag 26 maart 1988
Since I Met You Baby
Since I Met You Baby
Composer(s): Ivory Joe Hunter
First release by: Ivory Joe Hunter - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Since I met you baby
my whole life has changed
Since I met you baby
my whole life has changed
All my friends tell me I'm not the same
Let me tell you
Since I met you baby, I'm a happy man
Since I met you baby,
looks like I'm a happy man
I'm gonna try and please you
In every way that I can
Let me tell you
I don't need nobody
To tell my troubles to
I don't need nobody
To tell my troubles to
O, 'cause since I met you baby
All I need is you
And o, pretty baby
You know I love you baby
better than I do myself
When I'm with you
I don't need nobody else
Love me in the morning
you got to love me late at night
Love me in the morning
you got to love me late at night
When you love me
I hope everything is alright
Zaterdag 26 maart 1988
Penas Arraigadas
Penas Arraigadas
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Si pudiera
luchar contra el destino
lo primero que haría
sería olvidarte
Como fuiste
a cruzarte en mi camino
ahora tengo por fuerza
que llevarte
Yo me paso
la vida en la cantina
insistiendo que así
podré borrarte
Es en vano
luchar contra el destino
mi tormento es tan solo
recordarte
Con qué ganas
quisiera ya morirme
pa'acabar
con mis penas arraigadas
Pero pienso
que no he de ser cobarde
las tristezas que llevo
hay que aguantarlas
Cómo fuiste
a ganarme la partida
qué destino
ahora tengo que quererte
Si en mi vida
has de ser la consentida
trataré
de luchar hasta perderte
Vrijdag 25 maart 1988
Sag Ihr, Ich Lass Sie Grüßen
Sag Ihr, Ich Lass Sie Grüßen
First performance by: Udo Jürgens - 1965
Sag ihr, ich lass sie grüßen
Sag ihr, es geht mir gut
Sprich nicht von den tränen
Und wie weh mein herz noch tut
Sag ihr, ich lass sie grüßen
Sag ihr, ich bin vergnügt
Sprich nicht von der hoffnung
Die so oft mein herz belügt
Grüß sie wenn du sie siehst
Und wenn sie dann von mir spricht
Erzähl ihr das was du willst
Nur die wahrheit, die sag bitte, bitte nicht
... oooh ...
Sag ihr, ich lass sie grüßen
Sag ihr, es geht mir gut
Sie ging fort, fort von mir
Und sie weiß dass nichts mir blieb
Trotzdem sag ihr, ich hab sie lieb
Sie ging fort, fort von mir
Und sie weiß dass nichts mir blieb
Trotzdem sag ihr, ich hab sie lieb
... oooh ... ich hab sie lieb
Vrijdag 25 maart 1988
Pelos Olhos
Pelos Olhos
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
O Deus que mora na proximidade do haver avencas
Esse Deus das avencas é a luz
Saindo pelos olhos
Da minha amiguinha
O Deus mora na proximidade do avencas
Esse Deus dos fetos
Das plantas pequenas é a luz
Saindo pelos olhos
Da minha amiguinha linda
Da minha amiguinha
Da minha amiguinha
Da minha amiguinha linda
Da minha amiguinha
Da minha amiguinha
Da minha amiguinha linda
Donderdag 24 maart 1988
Since I Loved You Last
Since I Loved You Last
Performer(s): Tom Jones
Not a leaf turns green, not a sky turns blue
Not a blade of grass feels the morning dew
Not one single child ever seems to laugh
Since I loved you last
Not a sun comes out, not a drop of rain
Not one single word that relieves the pain
Not one cooling breeze, not one warming flame
Since I loved you last
Not an ocean rolls, not a river flows
Nothing ever moves, nothing ever grows
But life's an empty stage, love has left the cast
Since I loved you last
Since I loved you last, since I loved you last
Not a day goes by I don't want you back
No one else's heart could take up all my soul
Since I loved you last
Since I loved you last, since I loved you last
All I do is pray that you come back
While I just go on living in the past
Since I loved you last
Donderdag 24 maart 1988
Peleando Por Tu Amor
Peleando Por Tu Amor
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Pero nunca más
voy a desfilar
con la cédula de identidad
oh! mama entre los dientes
para demostrar
si soy peronista o radical
Voy alzar la voz
como un ruiseñor
como un francotirador
oh! mama en las calles
columnas al sol
voy peleando por tu amor
Un obrero textil
con un albañil
un estudiante de psicología
una prostituta y la hermana María
abrazadas en la primera fila
Un indio toba
un amigo del Che
tan argentino como Gardel
la hija del doctor
el hijo del peón
van peleando por su amor
Oigo gritos
gritos en el callejón
una sombra, un flash
y el ancho de espada
clavado en la Constitución
Voy alzar la voz
como un ruiseñor
como un francotirador
oh! mama en las calles
columnas al sol
voy peleando por tu amor
Quiero
plantar semillas en tu balcón
grabar un demo
de tu corazón
y pasarlo en la televisión
Peleando por tu amor
Voy peleando, solo voy peleando
voy peleando por tu amor
Voy peleando, solo voy peleando
voy peleando por tu amor
Woensdag 23 maart 1988
Paradies, Wo Bist Du?
Paradies, Wo Bist Du?
Composer(s): Hans Blum; Barbara Kist
First performance by: Ulla Wiesner - 1965
Erst ein Blick, dann ein Wort
Dann ein Brief, dann ein 'Du'
Dann ein Kuss, dann ein Herz
Wo bist du, Paradies?
Hab ich dich gefunden?
Dann der Tag, dann das Licht
Dann der Schlag ins Gesicht
Alles aus und vorbei
Oh Paradies, wo bist du?
Bin ich so alleine
Ich steh da und weine
Wie ein kleines Mädchen verirrt in der Stadt
Dann Musik, dann ein Duft
Sonnenschein in der Luft
Blumen blühn, traumhaft schön
Oh Paradies, wo bist du?
Da da da... ta da da da da...
Da da du ya da da da... ta da da da da da...
Di di du di... di di du da di di...
Da di day...
Bin ich so alleine
Ich steh da und weine
Wie ein kleines Mädchen verirrt in der Stadt
Dann ein Mensch und ein Wort
Dann ein Brief und ein 'Du'
Dann ein Kuss und ein Herz
Oh Paradies, oh Paradies
Oh Paradies, wo bist du?
Woensdag 23 maart 1988
Pelas Tabelas
Pelas Tabelas
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Familia Roitman
Ando com minha cabeça já pelas tabelas
Claro que ninguém se toca com minha aflição
Quando vi todo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando um cordão
Dão oito horas e danço de blusa amarela
Minha cabeça talvez faça as pazes assim
Quando ouvi a cidade de noite batendo as panelas
Eu pensei que era ela voltando pra mim
Minha cabeça de noite batendo panelas
Provavelmente não deixa a a cidade dormir
Quando vi um bocado de gente descendo as favelas
Eu achei que era o povo que vinha pedir
A cabeça de um homem que olhava as favelas
Minha cabeça rolando no Maracanã
Quando eu vi a galera aplaudindo de pé as tabelas
Eu jurei que era ela que vinha chegando
Com minha cabeça já pelas tabelas
Claro que ninguém se toca com minha aflição
Quando vi todo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando um cordão
Dão oito horas e danço de blusa amarela
Minha cabeça talvez faça as pazes assim
Quando ouvi a cidade de noite batendo as panelas
Eu pensei que era ela voltando pra mim
Minha cabeça de noite batendo panelas
Provavelmente não deixa a a cidade dormir
Quando vi um bocado de gente descendo as favelas
Eu achei que era o povo que vinha pedir
A cabeça de um homem que olhava as favelas
Minha cabeça rolando no Maracanã
Quando eu vi a galera aplaudindo de pé as tabelas
Eu jurei que era ela que vinha chegando
Com minha cabeça já numa baixela
Claro que ninguém se toca com minha aflição
Quando vi tudo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando um cordão
Dinsdag 22 maart 1988
Since I Lost Your Love
