Zaterdag 1 april 1989
Poison Whiskey
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Vrijdag 31 maart 1989
Smooth
Smooth
Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur
First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999
Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool
My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame
In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Vrijdag 31 maart 1989
Poison Ivy
Poison Ivy
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters
She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her get under your skin
Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around
La la la la
la la la la
la la la la
Donderdag 30 maart 1989
Boom Boom Boomerang
Boom Boom Boomerang
Composer(s): Georg Herrnstadt; Willi Resetarits; Herbert Zöchling-Tampier; Lukas Resetarits
First performance by: Schmetterlinge - 1977
Music is love for you and me
Music is money for the record company
Musik liegt wieder in der Luft
Mmm ... das ist der ganz besond´re Duft
Der großen Welt, die uns gefällt
Deejay vor dem Mikrophon
Leg uns jetzt auf den Plattenteller
(Den Schlager der Saison)
Moneten bringt der Superseller
Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Also sprach Big Brother´s Voice
'Super-Hits für Girls and Boys'
Yeah!
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Ein gutes Lied ist pures Gold
(Das hören die Konzernherrn
Von Nashville bis Luzern gern)
Und der Dollar rockt und rollt
Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Album oder Single
Klingel, Kassa, klingel!
Rhythm and Blues, Rock 'n' Roll
Reggae, Shuffle oder Soul
Clap your hands, slap your feet
Und kauf dir diesen Superhit
Yeah!
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
Ein Lied ist wie ein Boomerang
(Boom Boom Boomerang)
Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you
(Who?) Me and you
(Who?) Me and you
Donderdag 30 maart 1989
Poison Heart
Poison Heart
Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey
Performer(s): The Ramones;
and various other artists
No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
Woensdag 29 maart 1989
Smoking Gun
Smoking Gun
Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray
Performer(s): Robert Cray
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone
I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone
I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun
Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun
But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb
I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum
And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun
I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done
I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun
I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum
Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun
Yeah still hot, smokin gun
Yes they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Oh they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Knocked me down, taken it
Woensdag 29 maart 1989
Pois É
Pois É
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists
Pois é
Fica o dito e o redito por não dito
E é difícil dizer que foi bonito
É inútil cantar o que perdi
Taí
Nosso mais-que-perfeito está desfeito
E o que me parecia tão direito
Caiu desse jeito sem perdão
Então
Disfarçar minha dor eu não consigo
Dizer: somos sempre bons amigos
É muita mentira para mim
Enfim
Hoje na solidão ainda custo
A entender como o amor foi tão injusto
Pra quem só lhe foi dedicação
Pois é, e então ...
Dinsdag 28 maart 1989
Smokin' In The Boys' Room
Smokin' In The Boys' Room
Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz
First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973
How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days
Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case?
From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend?
Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
But I found a way to get out of 'em
Let me tell you about it!
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!"
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
All right!
Oh, put me to work, in the school book store
Check out counter and I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later, you know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
One mo'!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!
Dinsdag 28 maart 1989
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): The Partridge Family
Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good
and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood
Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise
Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes
Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed
and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost
She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near
'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home
Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time
She didn't know who or where she was
"And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine"
Real good friend of mine
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
And help me get home, help me get home
Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears
Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years
Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might
Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home
(Repeat)
Maandag 27 maart 1989
Une Petite Française
Une Petite Française
Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville
Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977
Je n'suis pas Marilyn
Je n'aime pas la nuit
Et dans les magazines
Je ne lis pas ma vie
Je suis une provinciale
Je n'ai pas lu Pascal
J'ai une vie normale
C'est presque original
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Je n'suis pas une idole
Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit
Je vis mes années folles
Toujours loin de Paris
Et sans avoir de Rolls
Il n'y a pas mieux je crois
Quand je vois quelques gosses
Qui jouent autour de moi
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Maandag 27 maart 1989
Point Blank
Point Blank
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Do you still say your prayers little darlin'
do you go to bed at night
Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tommorow's fall in number
in number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
you don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time
little girl that's a fact
Right between the eyes, baby, point blank
right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell
You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
but what they asked baby wasn't right
you didn't have to live that life
I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don't wait on Romeo's
you wait on that welfare check
and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have
and on all the promises
That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
and it's one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again
baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin' at the bar
it was hard to hear
The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go
Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain
You didn't answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away
like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away
Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot right through the heart
Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it
Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights
Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love
girl, did you forget how to fight
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
'Cause point blank
bang bang baby you're dead
Zondag 26 maart 1989
Smokin'
Smokin'
Composer(s): Bradley Delp; Tom Scholz
Performer(s): Boston
We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock and roll
You've gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control
We're getting' high today
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
Smokin' Smokin'
I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Get your feet to the floor everybody rock and roll
You've got nothing' to lose it's just rhythm and blues that's all
You're gonna feel okay
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
Smokin' Smokin'
I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to a boogie tonight
Clap you hands, move your feet, if you don't know it won't see right
We're getting' high today
We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Yea you know we're getting high today
We'll pick you up and take you way get down tonight...Alright!
Zondag 26 maart 1989
Point
Point
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
Mal en point
Et il me tient
Fort comme un point
Faible sait faire à ce point
C'est un point pas acquis
Un point noir dans ma vie
Jamais un point d'appuis
Point
Pour faire le point
J'essaie de l'interroger plus ou moins
C'est en vain
De point en point
Je tourne en rond
Point d'interrogation
Point sensible qui fait mal
Et pourtant point vital
Et peut-être point final
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
Mal en point
Et il me tient
Fort comme un point
Faible sait faire à ce point
Point
Je n'en ai qu'un
C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien...
Zaterdag 25 maart 1989
It's Nice To Be In Love Again
It's Nice To Be In Love Again
First performance by: The Swarbriggs Plus Two - 1977
The sweetest thrill is knowing you're wanted
Never thought I'd feel it again
So long ago I almost forgot it
It's coming back like and old refrain
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You say hello and you know it's love
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
The sweetest thrill, I couldn't believe it
I hadn't even a friend
This heart of mine was thinking of leaving
Until you came walking 'round that bend
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when you say hello
And you know it's love
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when
You meet your girl and the world stands still
Your heart is filled with sweet melody
It's nice to be in love again
It's nice to be in love again
That old familiar feeling when you say hello
Zaterdag 25 maart 1989
Poinciana (Song Of The Tree)
Poinciana (Song Of The Tree)
(Adapted from: La Canción Del Árbol - 1936)
Composer(s): Nat Simon; Buddy Bernier; Manuel Lliso
Performer(s): Kay Kyser
and various other artists
Blow Tropic wind, sing a song to the trees
Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love
Pale moon is casting shadows from above
Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat
Within me there grows a rhythmic savage beat
Love is ev'rywhere, its magic perfume fills the air
To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray
My love will live forever and a day
Poinciana, from now until the dawning day
I'll learn to love forever, come what may
Vrijdag 24 maart 1989
Smokey Put The Sweat On Me
Smokey Put The Sweat On Me
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson; Lee Hazlewood
I’ve known some women in every state
New york city to the golden gate
I’ve lived with some, and buddy, I loved ’em all (yes, I did)
But no one woman had a claim on me
’cause I still had a lotta world to see
And I sometimes stagger, but sugar, I seldom fall
Then like a hungry man, I went to louisiana
Where the lovin’ and the livin’ was good
Without a care to hide and just as satisfied as I could be
A lotta women and wine and not a tie to bind me
And behaving just as cool as I could
’til that long legged, sweet walkin’ ravenhaired cajun lookin’
Devil put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, she’s a little bit-a evil
Smokey, right as wrong can be
Smokey, she could shake the very devil
Smokey put the sweat on me
Oh, my pulse is a beatin’ to the clickety clack
Of this one-way ride that’s gonna take me back
And my body’s just a-breathin’ in that mississippi river smell
Well, my feet wasn’t ready yet for settling down
But my soul kept tellin’ me to turn around
And the longer I tried to fight it, the harder I fell
And like a hungry man, I went to louisiana
Where the lovin’ and the livin’ is good
I’ll get a brand new bride and be as satisfied as I can be
And I won’t even mind the world I’m leavin’ behind
Because I never really thought that I could
’til that long legged, sweet walkin’ ravenhaired cajun looking devil
Put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, she’s a little bit-a evil
Smokey, right as wrong can be
Smokey, she could shake the very devil
Smokey put the sweat on me
Smokey put the sweat on me
Awww, smokey put the sweat on me
Vrijdag 24 maart 1989
Poi Passa
Poi Passa
((English & French Versions: I'll Be There (by Charles Aznavour); Ça Passe (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz - Bob Raggio
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Poi passa, il male un giorno sparira'
Poi passa, il cuore poi cancellera'
La farsa e smettero' la corsa
Di vivere per te, morire dietro a te
Poi passa
E l'ora in cui non saro' piu' comparsa
Risaliro' fin dove tu scomparsa
Sarai soltanto assente ed io di nuovo amante
Poi passa
Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa
Di strade grandi che non so'
E allora, ancora io ripetero'
Ti amo, ti amo...
Poi passa
Pian piano il fuoco brucia ma si abbassa
Col tempo non sarai che un po' di tosse
Che a vino caldo e amore so'
Che passa, poi passa, poi passa
E allora ancora io ripetero'
Ti amo, ti amo...
Ancora io ripetero'
Ti amo, ti amo
Poi passa
Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa
Di strade grandi che non so'
E allora, ancora lo ripetero'
Ti amo,
Ti amo ...
Donderdag 23 maart 1989
Der Star
Der Star
First performance by: Tony Marshall - 1976
Du kennst sein Gesicht, seinen Namen
Den Geburtstag weißt du im Schlaf
Sein Bild hängt in deinem Zimmer
Er Iächelt zu dir herab
Jetzt sitzt du in dem Konzertsaal
Auf der Bühne dort steht der Mann
Von dem du so oft geträumt hast
Und das Licht geht für ihn an
Wunderbar, wunderbar
Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder
Nur für dich so scheint es dir
Und du hörst sie immer wieder
Wunderbar, wunderbar
Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder
Noch einmal erklingt die Musik
Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Er ist kein Held und kein König
Kein Bettler und kein Scharlatan
Von allem ist er nur ein wenig
Drum bist du in seinem Bann
Ins Publikum wirft er die Blumen
Es klatscht und jubelt ihm zu
Eine Rose hältst du in den Händen
Ud fühlst dich mit ihm per du
Wunderbar, wunderbar
Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder
Nur für dich so scheint es dir
Und du hörst sie immer wieder
Wunderbar, wunderbar
Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder
Noch einmal erklingt die Musik
Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Aber nichts weißt du von seinem Herzen
Und du glaubst alles ist wunderbar
Denn du siehst ihn nur im Glanz der Bühne
Und dort ist er und bleibt er der Star - der Star
Donderdag 23 maart 1989
Poetry Man
Poetry Man
Composer(s): Phoebe Snow
Performer(s): Phoebe Snow;
and various other artists
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah
You make me laugh
'Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me, la la la la
You bashful boy
You're hiding something sweet
Please give it to me yeah, to me
Oh-oh, talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah
You are a genie
And all I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub a lamp, la la la la
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I'm a-a sultry vamp, yeah, a sultry vamp
Woah-oh, talk to me some more
You don't have to go
'Cause you're the Poetry Man
You make things all right, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
And you make things all right
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah
So once again
It's time to say so long
And so recall the law of life, la la la la
You're goin' home now
Oh, home's that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah, to see your wife
Woah-oh, talk to me some more
You know that you don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme, yeah
Woah-oh, talk to me some more
You know that you don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right
Woensdag 22 maart 1989
Smokey Places
