Donderdag 30 juni 1988
Petit Bonheur
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Woensdag 29 juni 1988
If I Could Choose
If I Could Choose
First performance by: Sean Dunphy - 1967
They envy me, my hills of Clare
The white gulls calling in the soft sea air
So much to lose
And yet I'd leave the hills of Clare
And live in a desert if I had you there
What would I lose if I could choose?
If I could choose a place to walk with you
I'd choose the longest road
And it would lead us to a house that no one knew
Bellows by the fire, and the turf smoke rising higher
Than the lark that wings and always sings of you
If I could choose a time to talk with you
I'd choose the longest day
And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news
I would tell them how a day could last forever
And I'd never leave your side if I could choose
If I could choose a time to talk with you
I'd choose the longest day
And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news
I would tell them how a day could last forever
And I'd never leave your side if I could choose
Woensdag 29 juni 1988
Photograph (Antonio Carlos Jobim)
Photograph
Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Paulo Jobim
Performer(s): Antonio Carlos Jobim;
and various other artists
You and I we two alone
In this terrace by the sea
The sun is going down
And in your eyes
I see the changing colors of the sea
It's time for you to go
The day is done
And shadows stretch their arms to bring the night
The sun falls in the sea
And down below a window light we see
Just you and me
You and I we two alone
Here in this bar with dimming lights
A full and rising moon comes from the sea
And soon the bar will close for you and me
But there will always be a song
To tell a story you and I cannot dismiss
The same old simple story of desire
And suddenly that kiss, that kiss
That kiss, that kiss
That kiss
Woensdag 29 juni 1988
Petit Ballon
Petit Ballon
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Petit ballon
Seras-tu fille ou bien garçon
Je n'me pose même pas la question
Tu t'appeleras Nicole et pas de discussion
Petit ballon
Il y aura une rose à ton prénom
Tu seras la plus jolie
Un bébé réussi de huit livres et demie
Avec des cheveux blonds
Et tu auras les yeux bleus de ta mère
Petit ballon
Je t'aime déjà comme si
J'allais t'embracer dans ton lit
Petit ballon
Tes jupons sont déjà trop courts
Tu embellis de jours en jours
Tu fais l'admiration des profs pendant les cours
Petit ballon
Tu as même le prix de récréation
Tu étais déjà coquet
Mais tu changes de tête
Te maquilles en cachette
Tu mets des haut-talons
Encore un peu, tu dépasses ta mère
Petit ballon
Je t'aime déjà comme si
J'allais t'embracer dans ton lit
Petit ballon
Tu as déjà pleuré pour un garçon
Je n'ai pas vu le temps passer, te voilà fiancée
Te voilà mariée, tu quittes la maison
Pour un salaud qui te vole à ton père
Petit ballon
Je t'aime déjà comme si
J'allais t'embracer dans ton lit
Je t'aime déjà comme si
J'allais pleurer pres de ton lit
Dinsdag 28 juni 1988
Sinhazinha (Despedida)
Sinhazinha (Despedida)
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Olivia Byington
Era hora de acordar
Que ainda tinha
Tinha muito que fazer
Melodia pra cantar
Poesia pra viver
E pensar que foi tanta
Poesia que eu tive
Era hora de acordar
Tinha um mundo pra aprender
Tem às vezes que brigar
Pra tristeza não vencer
A vontade de dançar
E a criança pra nascer
Mala grande pra arrumar
Vinho branco pra esquecer
Dinsdag 28 juni 1988
Petit (Jean Ferrat)
Petit
Composer(s): Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Petit mon dangereux pirate
Les pieds nus dans le caniveau
Mon matelot qui carapate
Après tes voiliers tes vaissaux
Mon amateur de confitures
Je pourrais ronchonner bientôt
Réglementer tes aventures
Mettre du lest à tes bateaux
Petit mon voyou mon apache
Mon amoureux du fil de l'eau
Je pourrais friser ma moustache
Et t'inviter dans mon bureau
Petit qui sur les bancs d'l'école
A toujours l'air d'un étranger
Qui comprends pas le protocole
La bête noire du surgé
Le blâmé du conseil de classe
Celui qui saura pas nager
Dans la société des rapaces
Et des gangsters autorisés
Petit mon malheureux potache
Mon amoureux du fil de l'eau
Je pourrais friser ma moustache
Et te reprocher tes zéros
Petit mon dangereux gauchiste
Mon enragé mon anarcho
Qui me trouve trop légaliste
Et pour tout dire un peu coco
Qui trouve nos combats fadasses
Qui voudrait détruire illico
Les injustices dégueulasses
En embauchant le sirocco
Petit mon voyou mon apache
Mon amoureux du fil de l'eau
Je pourrais friser ma moustache
Je pourrais freiner ton galop
Oui mais quand j'pense à tes Socrate
A tes cornacs à tes mentors
Y'a de quoi me couper les pattes
Y'a pas d'quoi jouer les cadors
C'est vrai qu'elle a triste figure
Cette planete où nous vivons
Ça pue la haine et la torture
La guerre et la bombe à neutrons
Ah vivre un monde un peu moins vache
Un peu plus libre un peu plus beau
Petit mon voyou mon apache
Mon amoureux du fil de l'eau
Maandag 27 juni 1988
Non Andare Più Lontano
Non Andare Più Lontano
First performance by: Claudio Villa - 1967
Amore
amore non andare più lontano
il mondo non è quello dei tuoi sogni
la gente non è come pensi tu
Amore
amore non andare più lontano
e stringimi le mani per capire
che io posso piangere per te
Al tuo paese
la terra è sempre umida di nebbia
e le persone sono tutte uguali
non hanno tanti sogni come te
io le ho guardato
non hanno neanche il pane per campare
non hanno niente ma si sanno amare
e allora sono ricche di più di te
Amore
amore non andare più lontano
il mondo non è quello dei tuoi sogni
la gente non è come pensi tu
Amore
amore non andare più lontano
e stringimi le mani per capire
che io posso piangere per te
Amore!
Amore
amore non andare più lontano
e stringimi le mani per capire
che io posso piangere per te
Amor, amor, amor!
Maandag 27 juni 1988
Petit (Bernard Lavilliers)
Petit
Composer(s): Pascal Arroyo; Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Un enfant, avec un fusil trop grand
Un enfant, marche lentement, à pas hésitants
Au milieu du sang et du silence, et du silence
Un enfant, mais apparemment c'est plus un enfant
Depuis très longtemps, trop longtemps, trop longtemps
Bientôt dix ans, t'as jamais joué au voleur
Au gendarme qui a peur, à l'insouciance
Petit, tu devrais regarder les filles
Et voir dans leurs yeux qui brillent des valses lentes
Tu vois dans leurs yeux des éclairs de feux
Béton déchiré par les barbelés
Et de temps en temps du cristal de sang
Quand vas-tu mourir?
Un enfant, avec un fusil trop grand
Un enfant, mais apparemment c'est plus un enfant
Peut tuer comme un grand, comme à la guerre évidemment
Bientôt dix ans, il y a des pays tranquilles
Et des jardins dans les villes, et de l'argent
Petit, tu sais pas jouer aux billes
Tu revends des balles en cuivre, pour le moment
Tu vis au milieu des éclairs de feux
Béton déchirés par le barbelés
Et de temps en temps du cristal de sang
Quand vas-tu mourir?
Un enfant, un enfant trop vieux, un enfant trop dur
Un enfant bien évidemment peut tuer comme un grand
Et comme c'est la guerre, fait sa ronde, fait sa ronde
Et dans dix ans, si jamais y a plus l'enfer
Si jamais y a plus le fer, le feu, le sang
Petit, tu raccrocheras ton fusil
Comme un cauchemar qu'on oublie, apparemment
Petit, tu joueras peut-être au voleur
Et les gendarmes auront peur de l'insolence
Petit, tu feras danser les filles
Pour voir dans leurs yeux qui brillent des valses lentes
Mais au fond des yeux, des éclairs de feux
Béton déchiré par les barbelés
Et de temps en temps du cristal de sang
Que vas-tu devenir?
Zondag 26 juni 1988
Single Life
Single Life
Composer(s): Larry Blackmon; Thomas Michael Jenkins
Performer(s): Cameo
and multiple other artists
Every little thing you do
Makes me smile
And if I had my way, baby
I'd drive you up the wall
I'd take you through the pages
One by one
I don't wanna get too serious
I just like having fun
Yeah, yeah
I just like having fun
Oh, sugar
I'm living the single, single, single
Life
The single, single, single
Life
Now I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothing to hide
I want the world to see
Just like a car I'll drive you
Out of your mind
It's always the first step
In us having a good time
Oh, oh, oh, sugar
I'm living the single, single, single
Life
Single, single, single
Life
Single guys clap your hands
Yeah
Oh, sugar
Single ladies clap your hands
Feels so good
And it feels so good
Feels so good
I'm living the single, single, single
Life (Oh, sugar)
Single, single, single
Life
Single, single, single
Life
Single, single, single
Life
Single, single, single
Single, single, single
Zondag 26 juni 1988
Peter The Miller
Peter The Miller
(Traditional)
When Peter the Miller went unto the fair
Young Paul, very downcast, met with him there
"What's wrong?" Peter cried. "I'm in love" said Paul
"And terribly troubled I am with it all
Though the maid, she is willing and ready to wed
Yet her father's as crusty as home-made bread
And he swears that wedded we never shall be
Oh what would you do, if you were me?
What would you do, what would you do
What would you do, if you were me?"
Well said Peter the Miller, "When I were young
Such crusty old fathers could go and get hung
I'd choose a dark night, if she didn't say nay
Slip an arm round her waist and I'd up and away
I'll help 'ee, me lad, and tonight if you'd care
Why, I'll lend 'ee me trap and me old grey mare
Make off with thee lass, lad, that's what I'd do
That's what I'd do, if I were you
That's what I'd do, that's what I'd do
That's what I'd do, if I were you"
Well, when Peter the Miller got home that night
No log in the fire, in the window no light
But where could his daughter be, plague take the maid
What's this, here's a note on the table laid
"Dear Father, we thought your advice was so good
We carried it out just as soon as we could
If you ask our advice as to what you should do
Oh, we'd just make the best of it, if we were you
That's what we'd do, that's what we'd do
That's what we'd do, if we were you"
Zaterdag 25 juni 1988
Vse Rože Sveta
Vse Rože Sveta
First performance by: Lado Leskovar - 1967
Pridi, dala ti bom cvet
Ki raste le v meni
Le zate cveti!
Pridi, dala ti bom cvet
Odprla bom zate
Vse svoje lati!
O pamladi nisem sanjala
Saj v rokah jo drzim
Vecnosti ne bom oznanjala
Se smrti ne bojim
Umrla bom zato
Da v tebi se rodim
Ljubi moj
Pridi, dala ti bom cvet
Cvetela sem zate
Utrgati smeš me le ti
Zaterdag 25 juni 1988
Peter The Meter Reader
Peter The Meter Reader
Composer(s): Don Bearman; Meri Wilson
Performer(s): Meri Wilson
Here we go again!
I was lyin' on my back porch, just a-gettin' some sun
Had my hair done up in pigtails, had my swimmin' suit on
I was just about asleep when there came a shadow over me
I opened up my eyes to peek and what did I see-eee-eee
There was a man, what a man, lookin' down over me
Tall, dark and handsome, six-foot-three
There was a look in his eye that was tellin' me
You knew there was somethin' that he wanted to see
He said, "Hi! My name's Peter
And I'm here to read your meter
I'd like to see your kilowatts
Could you take me to your box"
I didn't have the slightest notion where that box could be
But I said to Peter, "Won't you follow me"
We went upstairs, downstairs, inside and out
I just loved having Peter follow me about
He said, "Hey, what's with ya pops
Can't you take me to your box
I came here to see your meter
They call me Peter the meter reader"
By the time he found my meter it was quarter-past-four
And he said to watch my heater as he was walkin' through my door
Ev'ry single kilowatt was lookin' just fine
And he'd be comin' back to see them in another month's ti-i-i-ime
So now I'm waitin', yes I'm waitin' so patiently
To have my sweet, sweet Peter read my meter for me
But maybe I should tell you so you'll understand
That Peter used to be my telephone man
Singin' hey-lolly-lolly, hey-lolly-lolly
Hey lolly-lolly, get it anyway you can
Hah-hah-hah, oh, I never done anything like this before
Well!
Vrijdag 24 juni 1988
Single Is Better Than Wrong
Single Is Better Than Wrong
Composer(s): Moore; Feller
Performer(s): Tommy Leonetti
When I'm weary of dreamin' alone
I remember the girls I've known
But I say when the feelin' grows strong
Ah well, single is better than wrong
When I think of the life I've missed
And remember the lips I've kissed
When I long just to feel I belong
I say, single is better than wrong
Love is such a gamble
I've seen them win and lose
And I'm not takin' any chances
On a lifetime with the blues
Now I face ev'ry night with a sigh
As I watch all the lovers go by
Tell me why should I envy the throng
If single is better than wrong
Vrijdag 24 juni 1988
Peter Cottontail
Peter Cottontail
Composer(s): Steve Edward Nelson; Jack Rollins
Performer(s): Gene Autry;
and various other artists
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppin', Easter's on its way
Bringin' ev'ry girl and boy
Baskets full of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter bright and gay
He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
And an Easter bonnet too
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppity, Happy Easter Day
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppin', Easter's on its way
Try to do the things you should
Maybe if you're extra good
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way
You'll wake up on Easter mornin'
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those choc'late bunnies
That he's hiding ev'rywhere
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppity, Happy Easter Day
Hippity hoppity, Happy Easter Day
Donderdag 23 juni 1988
Boum Badaboum
Boum Badaboum
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First performance by: Minouche Barelli - 1967
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Avant de faire tout sauter
Boum boum
Laissez-moi le temps d' aimer
Badaboum
Laissez-moi encore la vie
Boum boum
Au moins mille et une nuits
Badaboum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Laissez-moi encor la vie
Boum boum
Au moins mille et une nuits
Badaboum
Laissez-moi mille et un jours
Boum boum
Avant le compte à rebours
Badaboum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Si mes jours me sont comptés
Boum boum
Je n'veux pas seulement aimer
Badaboum
S'il est d'autres paradis
Boum boum
Je veux les connaître aussi
Badaboum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
S'il est d'autres paradis
Boum boum
Je veux les connaître aussi
Badaboum
Quand j'aurai tout essayé
Boum boum
Je partirai sans regret
Badaboum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Laissez-moi vivre un peu
Avant d'me faire la peau
Boum badaboum boum boum
Boum badaboum boum boum
Donderdag 23 juni 1988
Pete
Pete
Composer(s): Lanny Grey
Performer(s): Doris Day; Dinah Washington
I've got a man, his name is Pete
He's awfully good and oh, so sweet
He's not the kind that you usually meet
He loves me so and I love Pete
A gal that I know loves a boy named Jim
Though he treats her mean she still loves him
And Sally loves Joe who's the kind that'll cheat
Some men are like that, but not my Pete
He never beats me, never mistreats me
He never teases, he only pleases
I take my troubles with a grain of salt
'Cause I've got a man without a fault
I put him on trial, he passed every test
Whatever he does, he does his best
I've got no complaints and my life is complete
'Cause I've got a man whose name is Pete
He never beats me, never mistreats me
He never teases, he only pleases
I take my troubles with a grain of salt
'Cause I've got a man without a fault
I put him on trial, he passed every test
Whatever he does, he does his best
I've got no complaints and my life is complete
'Cause I've got a man, what a man
His name is Pete
Woensdag 22 juni 1988
Single Girl
Single Girl
Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
When I was single
the life I led was mine
Thought that when I married
I'd be happy al the time
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
When I was a single girl
The boys all courted me
I would move from man to man
Just like a honeybee
Single girls are free to roam
Wherever love is found
Now that I am married, Lord
You know I can't get to town - no no
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
First he said he loved me
And now he treats me like a slave
The burden of this married life
I carry to my grave
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
Lord I wish I was
A single girl again
(Repeat 3 times)
Woensdag 22 juni 1988
Pétalo De Sal
Pétalo De Sal
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Furioso pétalo de sal
la misma calle el mismo bar
nada te importa en la ciudad si nadie espera
ella se vuelve carmesí, no se si es Baires o Madrid
nada te importa en la ciudad si nadie espera
y no es tan trágico mi amor, es este sueño es este sol
que ayer pareció tan extraño
o al menos tus labios
yo te entiendo bien, es como hablarle a la pared
y tu podrías darme fe
...y te imagino dando vueltas en el vecindario
algo tienen estos años que me hacen poner así
y decirte que te extraño
y voy a hacerte feliz
Dinsdag 21 juni 1988
The Single Girl
The Single Girl
(French Version: Je Suis Une Fille Toute Seule - 1968)
Composer(s): Martha Sharpe
First release by: Sandy Posey - 1967
A single girl all alone in a great big town
The single girl gets so tired of love letting her down
Life's unreal and the people are phoney
And the nights can get so lonely
The single girl needs a sweet loving man to lean on
I'm a single girl, wondering if love could be a passing me by
I'm a single girl, and I know all about men and their lies
Nobody loves me, cause nobody knows me
And nobody takes the time to go slowly
The single girl needs a sweet loving man to lean on
I lie awake, got up late
There's rent, I gotta pay
I need a nightime love
To get me through the day
I'm a single girl, all alone in a great big town
I'm a single girl, and I get so tired of love letting me down
But there's a man I'm yet to know
Waiting somewhere I'm yet to go
Someday I'll have, a sweet loving man to lean on
The single girl needs a sweet loving man to lean on
The single girl needs a sweet loving man to lean on ...
Dinsdag 21 juni 1988
Pétalo
