Donderdag 19 januari 1984
O Mama
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Woensdag 18 januari 1984
C'est Le Printemps (Isabelle Aubret)
C'est Le Printemps
((Adapted from: It Might As Well Be Spring (Dick Haymes) - 1945))
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers - Jean Sablon
Performer(s): Isabelle Aubret - 1974
and multiple other artists
Agitée comme un roseau dans la tourmente
Tout m'énerve et tout m'irrite en ce moment
Le monde me désenchante
Par ce beau jour de printemps
Fatiguée, désabusée et sans courage
Impatiente je ne sais plus ce qui m'attend
Je sens arriver l'orage
Par ce beau jour de printemps
Je voudrais me sentir loin d'ici
Fuir la vie de chaque jour
Et peut-être en m'évadant ainsi
Y trouverais-je l'amour
Les bourgeons des marronniers
De mon enfance
La jacinthe, l'aubépine et les lilas blancs
En vain me chantent leur romance
Douterais-tu du printemps?
Tout est si joyeux
Pourtant je suis malheureuse
D'où me vient tout ce tourment?
Ô mon ami, c'est le printemps
Woensdag 18 januari 1984
O Malandro
O Malandro
(versão livre)
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
O malandro/Na dureza
Senta à mesa/Do café
Bebe um gole/De cachaça
Acha graça/E dá no pé
O garçom/No prejuízo
Sem sorriso/Sem freguês
De passagem/Pela caixa
Dá uma baixa/No português
O galego/Acha estranho
Que o seu ganho/Tá um horror
Pega o lápis/Soma os canos
Passa os danos/Pro distribuidor
Mas o frete/Vê que ao todo
Há engodo/Nos papéis
E pra cima/Do alambique
Dá um trambique/De cem mil réis
O usineiro/Nessa luta
Grita(ponte que partiu)
Não é idiota/Trunca a nota
Lesa o Brasil/Do Brasil
Nosso banco/Tá cotado
'Tá cotado
No mercado/Exterior
Então taxa/A cachaça
A um preço/Assutador
Mas os ianques/Com seus tanques
Têm bem mais o/Que fazer
E proíbem/Os soldados
Aliados/De beber
A cachaça/Tá parada
Rejeitada/No barril
O alambique/Tem chilique
Contra o Brasil/Do Brasil
O usineiro/Faz barulho
Com orgulho/De produtor
Mas a sua/Raiva cega
Descarrega/No carregador
Este chega/Pro galego
Nega arreglo/Cobra mais
A cachaça/Tá de graça
Mas o frete/Como é que faz?
O galego/Tá apertado
Pro seu lado/Não tá bom
Então deixa/Congelada
A mesada/Do garçom
O garçom vê/Um malandro
Sai gritando/Pega ladrão
E o malandro/Autuado
É julgado e condenado culpado
Pela situação
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O Malandro No. 2
(versão livre)
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
O malandro/Tá na greta
Na sargeta/Do país
E quem passa/Acha graça
Na desgraça/Do infeliz
O malandro/Tá de coma
Hematoma/No nariz
E resgando/Sua bunda
Um funda/Cicatriz
O seu rosto/Tem mais mosca
Que a birosca/Do Mané
O malandro/É um presunto
De pé junto/E com chulé
O coitado/Foi encontrado
Mais furado/Que Jesus
E do estranho/Abdômen
Desse homem/Jorra pus
O seu peito/Putrefeito
Tá com jeito/De pirão
O seu sangue/Forma lagos
E os seus bagos/Estão no chão
O cadáver/Do indigente
É evidente/Que morreu
E no entanto/Ele se move
Como prova/O Galileu
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Dinsdag 17 januari 1984
It May Sound Silly
It May Sound Silly
Composer(s): Ivory Joe Hunter
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
and multiple other artists
It may sound silly for me to say this
After the way you broke my heart
But I still love you although we are apart
It may sound silly to say I miss you
I must confess that this is true
I want you only, cause no one else will do
The day we quarreled and you left me
Before you walked out through the door
I wanted to tell you how much I would miss you
But my pride wouldn't let me tell you so
It may sound sill but if you phone me
And ask forgiveness for doin me wrong
It may sound silly but I'd be waiting with open arms
Oh yes it may sound silly but if you phone me
And ask forgiveness for doin me wrong
It may sound silly but I'd be waiting with open arms
Dinsdag 17 januari 1984
O Leãozinho
O Leãozinho
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Gosto muito de te ver, leãozinho
Caminhando sob o sol
Gosto muito de você, leãozinho
Para desentristecer, leãozinho
O meu coração tão só
Basta eu encontrar você no caminho
Um filhote de leão, raio da manhã
Arrastando o meu olhar como um imã
O meu coração é o sol, pai de toda cor
Quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu
Gosto de te ver ao sol, leãozinho
De te ver entrar no mar
Tua pele, tua luz, tua juba
Gosto de ficar ao sol, leãozinho
De molhar minha juba
De estar perto de você e entrar numa
Maandag 16 januari 1984
It May Be Winter Outside (But In My Heart It's Spring)
It May Be Winter Outside (But In My Heart It's Spring)
Composer(s): Barry White; Paul Politi
First release by: Felice Taylor - 1966
When the temperature dips
I miss my baby's arms
His tender finger tips
Knows just how to keep me warm
It may be zero degrees
With the snow falling down
But I've got warm and tender love
Just as long as he's around
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure Baby
Can one guy bring me
Winter Nights can be awful cold
Without someone to hold
But when I have him next to me
Baby, I'm in ecstasy
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure Baby
Can one guy bring me
Throughout my life
I've had my share of guys
But he's been the only one
Who can make my temperature rise
Things are just not the same
When he's not by my side
But yet I shouldn't complain
But be waitng with my arms open wide
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure Baby
Can one guy bring me
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure Baby
Can one guy bring me
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure Baby
Can one guy bring me ...
Maandag 16 januari 1984
O Jumento
O Jumento
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Jumento não é
Jumento não é
O grande malandro da praça
Trabalha, trabalha de graça
Não agrada a ninguém
Nem nome não tem
É manso e não faz pirraça
Mas quando a carcaça ameaça rachar
Que coices, que coices
Que coices que dá
O pão, a farinha, o feijão, carne seca
Quem é que carrega? Hi-ho
O pão, a farinha, o feijão, carne seca
Limão, mexerica, mamão, melancia
Que é que carrega? Hi-ho
O pão, a farinha, o feijão, carne seca
Limão mexerica, mamão, melancia
A areia, o cimento, o tijolo, a pedreira
Quem é que carrega? Hi-ho
Jumento não é
Jumento não é
O grande malandro da praça
Trabalha, trabalha de graça
Não agrada a ninguém
Nem nome não tem
É manso e não faz pirraça
Mas quando a carcaça ameaça rachar
Que coices, que coices
Que coices que dá
Hi-hooooooooo
Zondag 15 januari 1984
It Makes No Difference Now
It Makes No Difference Now
Composer(s): Floyd Tillman
First release by: Cliff Bruner's Texas Wanderers - 1938
Covered by multiple other artists
Makes no difference now what kind of life fate hands me
I'll get a-long without you now, that's plain to see
I don't care what happens next, 'cause I'll get by somehow
I don't worry 'cause it makes no difference now
It was just a year ago when I first met you
I learned to love you and I thought you'd love me, too
But now that's all in the past and I'll forget somehow
I don't worry 'cause it makes no difference now
Now that we have really parted, I can't believe we're thru
I don't blame myself and I'm sure I can't blame you
There was something had to happen and it happened somehow
I don't worry 'cause it makes no difference now
After all is said and done I'll soon forget you
Altho' I know that it will be so hard to do
Let things happen as they will and I'll get by somehow
I don't worry 'cause it makes no difference now
Zondag 15 januari 1984
O Gringo
O Gringo
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
C'était à Rio de Janeiro
Une ampoule jaune pendait au plafond
Elle me demandait avec son regard étrange
Tu pars? Tu pars demain?
Elle a fait glisser sa bague
Autour de ses doigts et posé ses deux mains
Tout près de mon cœur et demandé des nouvelles
D'ailleurs, du monde entier
Sou o gringo que não fala brasileiro
Ele é o gringo que não fala brasileiro
Meu teto é o céu meu leito é o mar
Elle faisait Copacabana
Les vieux Allemands tristes
Et les marins saouls
Elle venait du Nord et croyait que la misère
Ici, c'était moins dur
Pendant que les grands s'affrontent
À coup de calibres, de whiskys glacés
Dans les grands salons de Leblon et d'Ipanema
Petit, tu peux crever
J'ai laissé tous mes cruzeiros
Au coin de son lit et je me suis cassé
Seul, dans les chemins qui descendent vers la mer
Le fric, les hauts-placés
Tu ne sauras pas criola
Que cette chanson je l'ai composée
Au petit matin, en descente de maconha
Pour toi, du monde entier
{ad libitum}
Zaterdag 14 januari 1984
It Makes No Difference
It Makes No Difference
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert; Herbert Rehbein; Milt Gabler
Performer(s): Bert Kaempfert
and multiple other artists
It makes no difference if you care for me
I’ll find somebody else who cares
There’s plenty fish left in the deep blue sea
So don’t put on such fancy airs
You used to be my clinging vine
You for me and me for you
But now I’m not your valentine
So good-bye and so long!
Take a walk now and through
It makes no difference if you care for me
I’ll find somebody else who cares
You used to be my clinging vine
You for me and me for you
But now I’m not your valentine
So good-bye and so long!
Take a walk now and through
It makes no difference if you care for me
I’ll find somebody else who cares
Zaterdag 14 januari 1984
O Divã
O Divã
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Relembro a casa com varanda
Muitas flores na janela
Minha mãe lá dentro dela
Me dizia num sorriso
Mas na lágrima um aviso
Pra que eu tivesse cuidado
Na partida pro futuro
Eu ainda era puro
Mas num beijo disse adeus
Minha casa era modesta
Mas eu estava seguro
Não tinha medo de nada
Não tinha medo de escuro
Não temia trovoada
Meus irmãos à minha volta
E o meu pai sempre de volta
Trazia o suor no rosto
Nenhum dinheiro no bolso
Mas trazia esperanças
Essas recordações me matam (3x)
Por isso eu venho aqui
Relembro bem a festa, o apito
E na multidão o grito
O sangue no ninho branco
A paz de quem carregava
Em seus braços quem chorava
E no céu ainda olhava
E encontrava esperança
De um dia tão distante
Pelo menos por instantes
Encontrar a paz sonhada
Eu venho aqui me deito e falo
Pra você que só escuta
Não entende a minha luta
Afinal, de que me queixo
São problemas superados
Mas o meu passado vive
Em tudo que eu faço agora
Ele está no meu presente
Mas eu apenas desabafo
Confusões da minha mente
Vrijdag 13 januari 1984
It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane
It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane
Composer(s): Edgar Leslie; Joe Burke
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo
and multiple other artists
Buds wil soon be flowers
Birds will sing of spring
Now's the time when love
Should bloom for me...
It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
The sunshine of your smile's no longer there
It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
Your golden voice no longer fills the air
The rippling notes have left the old mill stream
There's nothing left for me but just a dream
There'd be no rain in Cherry Blossom Lane
If you were there to tell me that you care
Vrijdag 13 januari 1984
O Dio Mio
O Dio Mio
Performer(s): Joan Regan
O dio mio, I love him so
O dio mio, please let him know
How much I need him
How much I want him
How much I long for his love
O dio mio, what can I do?
You make him tell me
He loves me too
If he would love me
Oh what a thrill that would be
If he loved me
Each time I hear the church bells chime
I dream of him and he is mine
O dio mio, I love him so
O dio mio, please let him know
How much I need him
How much I long for his love
How much I need him
How much I long for his love
Make him my love
Make him my love
O dio mio
Donderdag 12 januari 1984
It Keeps You Runnin'
It Keeps You Runnin'
Composer(s): Michael McDonald
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
and multiple other artists
Say, where you gonna go
Girl, where you gonna hide?
You go on leavin' out your heart
And all it's sayin' deep inside
From here I can feel your heartbeat
Oh you got me all wrong
You ain't got no worry
You just been lonely too long
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
Oh, you know how I feel
Hey, you know I been there
But what you're keepin' to your self
Oh you know it just ain't fair
Are you gonna worry
For the rest of your life
Why you in such a hurry
To be lonely one more night?
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin'
Yeah, it keeps you runnin'
Donderdag 12 januari 1984
O Death
O Death
Traditional
Performer(s): Ralph Stanley
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Won't you spare me over till another year
Won't you spare me over till another year
Won't you spare me over till another year
Woensdag 11 januari 1984
Runaround
Runaround
Composer(s): Chuck Berry; Cirino Colacrai
Performer(s): The Fleetwoods
I'll never be the one to part
Youve found a place here in my heart
Go have your fun, runaround
I'll never leave you, I'm forever bound
The streets are noisy, I'm all alone
I sit and wait, dear, for you to phone
Go have your fun
Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams
(and waited and waited and waited) x12
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found
Ooh
Settle down, runaround
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Go have your fun
I'll have my fun
Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams
(and waited and waited and waited) x12
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found
Ooh
Settle down, runaround
I'll never be the one to part
Youve found a place here in my heart
Go have your fun
Go have your fun runaround
Woensdag 11 januari 1984
O Corsário Do Rei
O Corsário Do Rei
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
É bonito ver passar o tempo
Ele já foi meu
Ele já foi meu
Já usou meu corpo
Ele abusou de mim
Será que me esqueceu
Será que me esqueceu
Tive grandes planos
Sonhos geniais
Eu já tive vinte anos
Pois agora eu tenho mais
Tenho sete mares
Mortes, mais de cem
Já rendi uma cidade
Agora eu quero bem
Mil e um amores
Cheiro de mulher
Mamas de todas as cores
Mamarei enquanto houver
Garrafões de vinho
Caldeirões de rum
Se ficarem no caminho
Não vai sobrar nenhum
Nem um louco pra cantar as minhas glórias
Nem um fraco, a minha perdição
Nem as águas
As memórias
Da trajetória do meu galeão
Galeões de Espanha
Ide ao vosso rei
Ele sabe a minha sanha
Mencionai-lhe que eu voltei
Preparar a tropa
Almirante inglês
Já montei vossa chalupa
Desmonto dessa vez
Quero bandalheira
Esfregar os pés
Já sujei vossa bandeira
Mijarei vosso convés
Destroçar os panos
Quero bacanais
Eu já tive vinte anos
Agora eu quero mais
Dinsdag 10 januari 1984
It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin'
It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin'
Composer(s): Johnny Tillotson
First release by: Johnny Tillotson - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
I cry myself to sleep each night
Wishing I could hold you tight
Life seems so empty since you went away
And the pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin'
Since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
They say a man ain't s'posed to cry
But when I see you passing by
My heart breaks down and cries a million tears
The pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Dinsdag 10 januari 1984
O Ciúme
O Ciúme
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Dorme o sol à flor do Chico meio-dia
Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume
Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, o rio, Bahia
Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme
O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta
E se viu ferido justo na garganta
Quem nem alegre, nem triste nem poeta
Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta
Velho Chico vens de Minas
De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu
Sei que o levas todo em ti
Não me ensinas
E eu sou só eu só eu
Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde
Petrolina, nem te chegaste a perceber
Mas, na voz que canta tudo ainda arde
Tu é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê
Tanta gente canta, tanta gente cala
Tantas almas esticadas no curtume
Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala
Paira, monstruosa, a sombra do ciúme
Maandag 9 januari 1984
Rosie The Riveter
