Vrijdag 28 april 1989
Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
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Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
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Donderdag 27 april 1989
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
(Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966)
Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber
Achtung Achtung!
Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?
Questa è la storia senza pietà
Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa
Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì
L'uccello di guerra nacque così
In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì
E col suo apparecchio veloce salì
Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò
Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Ogni speranza piano piano svanì
Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì
Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù
Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più
Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò
Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò
Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così
Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Donderdag 27 april 1989
Poor Boy (Elvis Presley)
Poor Boy
Composer(s): Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow
I don't have a horse to pull the plow
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I got a dolly like you
I got a dolly like
I got a dolly like you
Woensdag 26 april 1989
A Million In One, Two, Three
A Million In One, Two, Three
Composer(s): Luc Smets
First performance by: Dream Express - 1977
A million in one, two, three
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
My bedroom wall's covered with glamour
The Lido in December would not be bad
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Ships and sails, Formula races
Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three
Woensdag 26 april 1989
Poor Baby
Poor Baby
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): The Cowsills
Poor Baby, something always bringing you down
If you look for it baby, there's so much unhappiness all around
Don't cry, your daddy gonna buy your one-way ticket to sunshine
Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Don't fret, your daddy gonna fetch your one-way ticket to happiness
Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Dinsdag 25 april 1989
Sniper
Sniper
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It is an early Monday morning
The sun is becoming bright on the land
No one is watching as he comes a walking
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing
The sound of the silence when no one was there
I didn't really know him
He was kind of strange
Always sort of sat there
He never seemed to change
He reached the catwalk
He put done his burden
The four sided clock began to chime
Seven AM, the day is beginning
So much to do and so little time
He looks at the city where no one had known him
He looks at the sky where no one looks down
He looks at his life and what it has shown him
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch
Even as a baby he never smiled too much
No no
No no
You bug me, she said
Your ugly, she said
Please hug me, I said
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home
When I'm home
Take me home
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall
He knew he would need them for his conversation
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all
He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow
I found a way that will get me an answer
Been waiting to ask you 'till now
Right now!
Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist
Am I?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor
He was kind of creepy
Sort of a dunce
I met him at the corner bar
I only dated the poor boy once
That's all
Just once, that was all
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls
Thirty-seven people got his message so far
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are
They set up an assault team
They asked for volunteers
They had to go and get him, that much was clear
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn
No no
No no
They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long
It's getting on noon now, it's goin' to be soon now
But oh, what a wonderful sound!
Mama, won't you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness
Mama, it's getting worse for me
Won't you please make me warm and mindless?
Mama, yes you have cursed me
I never will forgive you for your blindness
I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me
And I can hear them coming for me
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear
Not any more though they've blasted the door
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?"
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun
With their final fusillade his answer had come
Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me
Am I?
Though you have put your fire inside me
Am I?
You've given me my answer can't you see?
I was!
I am!
and now I Will Be
I Will Be!!!
Dinsdag 25 april 1989
Pony Time
Pony Time
Composer(s): John Berry; Don Covay
Performer(s): Chubby Checker;
and various other artists
It's pony time
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Hey now let's party with the union hall
It's pony time when ya hear this call
So get with it
Don't quit it
Get up
Do the pony with your partner
With a big boss line
Well anyway ya do it
You're gonna look real fine
So get with it
Don't quit it
Get up
Now ya turn to the left when I say gee
You turn to the right when I say haw
Now gee, ya ya baby
Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Gonna see little Suzie, who lives next door
She's doin' the pony, she's takin' the floor
Eeea ah, so get with it, don't quit it, come on
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Do the pony with your partner
Oh in a big boss line
But anyway you do it
You're gonna look just fine
So get with it
Don't quit it
Come on
Eeeaaah
Now you turn to the left when I say gee
You turn to the right when I say haw
Now gee, ya ya little baby
Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Maandag 24 april 1989
A Night Like This (Caro Emerald)
A Night Like This
Performer(s): Caro Emerald
From where you are
you see the smoke start to arise
where they play cards
And you walk over softly moving passed the guards
The stakes are getting higher
You can feel it in your heart
He calls you bluff
He is the ace you never thought he played that much
And now it's more than all this cards you want to touch
You never know if winning this could really be enough
Take a look, beyond the moon you see the stars
And when you look around, you know the room by heart
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
How many times
have I been waiting by the door to hear these chimes?
To hear that some one debonaire has just a arrived
And opened up to see my world before my eyes
That silhouette creates an image on the night I can't forget
It has the scent of something special, I can't rest
If I resist temptation, oh I know for sure that I will lose the bet
I walk away and suddenly it seems I'm not alone
In front of me he stands -- I stop, before he goes
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
Maandag 24 april 1989
Pony Boy
Pony Boy
Composer(s): Dickey Betts
Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Don't worry for me
Well I'm all right
Lord knows I'm having
A natural good time
Pocket full of money
Gonna boogie all night
There ain't nobody tell me that's crime
Chorus:
When morning comes and it's time to go
Pony boy carry me home
Pony boy carry me home
All right mama
Let me see you do that thing now
Band is jumping and so am I
I'm just groovin', can't stop movin'
My ole man's got that ole eagle eye
But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'
Chorus
I feel a change coming on
Come on, mama!
Here it comes now
Papa's with you now
Look out the door
There beside that tree
Well, that's my pony, looking after me
Front feet doing the shuffle
Back feet, too
Blow them good old Georgia blues
Chorus
Zondag 23 april 1989
Sneaky Snake
Sneaky Snake
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake
Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake
Now maybe you wont see him, maybe you wont hear
But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I dont like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick
Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I don't like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Zondag 23 april 1989
Ponta Do Lápis
Ponta Do Lápis
Composer(s): Clodoaldo; Rodger Rogério
Performer(s): Ney Matogrosso & Raimundo Fagner
Sei escrever o teu nome
Na ponta fina do lápis
Mais não vou repetir
O que tu já sabes
Teus olhos são labaredas
Avermelhados e tristes
Dentro do corpo cansado
A paixão resiste
Esta paixão violenta
Que dilacera minh’alma
Este medo anestesia
E mata minha calma
La luz de la liberdad
En el nuevo mundo mi vida
La esperança el amor
Mi tierra querida...
Terra a terra
Chão a chão
Retumbante coração
Zaterdag 22 april 1989
Lapponia
Lapponia
Composer(s): Aarno Raninen; Monica Aspelund
First performance by: Monica Aspelund - 1977
Ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na...
Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia
Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Tuo neito noita on
Hän luo voimalla kohtalon
Hän vailla on seuraa ja lohduttamaton
Ja siksi loihtii hän noituen
Hän luo voimalla loitsujen
Hän tavalla Seidan näin miehen kutsua saa
Hei... ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na...
Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia
Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Mies lähti Pohjolaan
Tie käy kuunnellen vaistoaan
Mies rakastuu noitaan
Hän on ihminen maan
Ja siksi on neidon mentävä
Hän on noidista lentävä
Käy tulella taivaan ja loitsut kaikuen soi
Hei... ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na na...
Ma na na na ma na...
Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia
Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Noin noidan joiku kutsuen soi:
Ma na na na...
(Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia)
( Ma na na...
(Ma na na na ma na na...)
(Ma na na na ma na...)
(Ma na na na ni na na na...)
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia
Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia
Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
(Ma na na...)
(Ma na na na ma na na...)
(Ma na na na ma...)
Zaterdag 22 april 1989
Ponta De Lança Africano (Umbabarauma)
Ponta De Lança Africano (Umbabarauma)
Composer(s): Jorge Ben
Performer(s): Jorge Ben
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Joga bola, joga bola, jogador
Joga bola, joga bola, corócondô
Pula, cai, levanta, mete, gol, falta, cabeceia, chuta e agradece
Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia nessa tarde de domingo só para lhe ver jogar
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Joga bola, joga bola, jogador
Joga bola, joga bola, corócondô.
Rererere, jogador
Rererere, corócondô
Rererere, jogador
Rererere, corócondô
Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Homem Gol
Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Tererê, Homem Gol
Umbabarauma quero ver você jogar
Umbabarauma quero ver você marcar
Umbabarauma quero ver você jogar
Umbabarauma quero ver você marcar
A galera quer sorrir, a galera que cantar
A galera tá feliz, ela quer comemorar
Umbabarauma
Umbabarauma
Umbabarauma quero ver você jogar
Umbabarauma quero ver você marcar
Umbabarauma quero ver você jogar
Umbabarauma quero ver você marcar
Arerê, Arerê, Arerê Bapá
Arerê, Arerê, Arerê Bapá
Arerê, Arerê, Arerê Bapá
Arerê, Arerê, Arerê Bapá
Ponta de lança africano, quero ver a rede balançar
A galera quer sorrir, a galera que cantar
A galera tá feliz, ela quer comemorar
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Umbabarauma, homem gol
(ensino mais)
Umbabarauma, homem gol
Vrijdag 21 april 1989
Sneaky Feelings
Sneaky Feelings
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
Now everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home
before somebody else starts breaking up their own
I get you in my dreams
You should hear the things you say
I's not that it's so much fun
but it's safer that way
Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings
you can't let those kind of feeling show
I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you
but I've still got a long way to go
Why don't we call it a day, and we can both confess
You can force me to use a little tenderness
White lies, alibis, anything but say that it's true
Now we could sit like lovers, staring in each other's eyes
but the magic of the moment might become too much for you
Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings
you can't let those kind of feeling show
I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you
Vrijdag 21 april 1989
Ponta De Areia
Ponta De Areia
Composer(s): Fernando Brant; Milton Nascimento
Performer(s): Milton Nascimento;
and various other artists
Ponta de areia, ponto final
Da Bahia-Minas, estrada antural
Que ligava Minas ao porto, ao mar
Caminho de ferro mandaram arrancar
Velho maquinista com seu boné
Lembra o povo alegre que vinha cortejar
Maria-fumaca não canta mais
Pras mocas, flores, janelas e quintais
Na praca vazia, um grito, um ai
Casas equecidas, viúvas nos portais
Donderdag 20 april 1989
A Fallen Star
A Fallen Star
Composer(s): James Joiner
Performer(s): Jimmy C. Newman
and multiple other artists
A star fell from heaven, right into my arms
The brightest star I know I've ever seen
Then I found out that it was only you with all your charms
Who came into my life to fill a dream
A fallen star (a fallen star) that's what you are
The twinkle in your eye came from the sky
You must have been from the Milky Way
A fallen star that's what you are
A fallen star (a fallen star) that's what you are
The twinkle in your eye came from the sky
You must have been from the Milky Way
A fallen star that's what you are
Donderdag 20 april 1989
Pondré Flores En Tu Lecho
Pondré Flores En Tu Lecho
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Pondré flores en tu lecho
y una nube en tu almohada
todo el tiempo que me queda
aventura imaginaria
junto al muro de tu carne
y tu puerta más pagana
Pondré un río transparente
y la espuma que lo araña
en tu vientre confundido
para que no temas nada
ni la estúpida estrategia
que hay detrás de estas palabras
Pondré soles en tus ojos
con la luz de la mañana
y el latido de mis labios
cuando tiemble tu mirada
a lo largo del trayecto
que tus lágrimas señalan
Pondré el aire que respiro
encerrado en una jaula
construida por tus brazos
que son mi única morada
y seré como ese polvo
que has pisado y aún arrastras
Woensdag 19 april 1989
Most Of The Time
Most Of The Time
Composer(s): Jim Reeves
Performer(s): Jim Reeves
I just burned the picture that you gave me
I burned all your love letters, too
I know that won`t tear you from my mem`ry
But tell me what else I can do
I gave away the things that remind me
I hardly ever mention your name
Our friends never see you beside me
But I know you`re there just the same
Most of the time you`d think I`m happy
Most of the time there`s someone new
But most of the time I feel like cryin`
And most of the time that`s what I do
Most of the time you`d think I`m happy
Most of the time there`s someone new
But most of the time I feel like cryin`
And most of the time that`s what I do
Woensdag 19 april 1989
Pomme Et Cie
Pomme Et Cie
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Pomme, elle s'appelait pomme
Et je trouvai ça mignon
Car, à part le trognon
Car, à part les pépins
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme
Tout est bon dans la pomme
Vitamines pour le cœur
Ça se digère en douceur
Et ça vous donne bon teint
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme
Avec ses petits chaussons
Je lui doit bien une chanson
Mais il y avait Prune
Elle était jolie, Prune
Délicieuse amoureuse
Aux yeux poissons de lune
Frileuse comme aucune
Car la petite Prune
Était une vraie brune
Brune à longueur d'année
Brune de la tête aux pieds
En passant par ses dunes
Mais la petite Prune
Avait une copine
Du nom de Clémentine
Et Clémentine
Clémentine je vous dis pas
Un amour de rouquine
C'était comme si le soleil
Se promenait à mon bras
Oh, Clémentine
Oh, fruit de ma passion
S'en ai fallu d'une bêtise
D'un rien, d'une cerise
Et c'était pour de bon
Oh, oh Cerise
Vous avez deviné
J'ai pas pu résister
Oh, oh, Cerise
Cerise t'aime
Elle me disait tout le temps
Avec son petit accent
Qui était tout un poème
Oh, oh, Cerise
Son sourire m'électrise
Mais il y a eu la méprise
Cette horrible nuit
Où tous les chats étaient gris
Et moi, aussi
Alors je confondis
Cerise et Myrtille
Myrtille, Myrtille
Me parlez plus de Myrtille
Trêve de littérature
C'est l'heure des confitures
La pire des avanies
Car la Myrtille
S'est collée pour la vie
Avec un drôle de gibier
Dont j'aurai dû me méfier
Qu'a juste dit : "Permettez"
Myrtille, Myrtille
Je l'ai pris en pleine poire
La fin de notre histoire
C'est bien fait pour ma pomme, pomme, po-pomme
Pomme, pomme, po-pomme
Oh, oh, oh
Non, j'ai pas connu de courgette
Et peut-être bien que je regrette
J'aurai connu le gratin
Dans les cours du jet-set
Mais là je fabule
Ma raison fait des bulles
Vaut mieux que je récapitule
Oh, oh, oh, Pomme
Oh, oh, oh, Prune
Oh, Clémentine
Oh, oh, Cerise
Oh, oh, Myrtille
Quelle salade de fruits
Dinsdag 18 april 1989
Where We'll Never Grow Old
