Dinsdag 3 januari 1989
(That's What You Get) For Lovin' Me
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(That's What You Get) For Lovin' Me
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Maandag 2 januari 1989
Die Sommermelodie
Die Sommermelodie
First performance by: Cindy & Bert - 1974
Ich hab' dir heut' geschrieben, es ist vorbei
Doch du bist da, und das find' ich schön
Ich soll dich nicht mehr lieben
Du bist nicht frei und ich muß geh'n, ich muß geh'n
Ich hab' dir angesehen, was du verschweigst
Denn auch dein Herz, das hat sich verirrt
Und keiner weiß, was nun wird
Die Sommermelodie, die ist nur Träumerei
Wir beide sind verliebt
Und das darf doch nicht sein für uns zwei
Die Sommermelodie, die sagt du bist nicht frei
Und diese Zeit der Rosen geht einmal vorbei
Wir sehen oft uns wieder, und unser Traum
Der ist so schön, doch leider nicht wahr
Und dieses Lied der Liebe
Klingt durch den Raum, wir sind ein Paar, mmm...
Die Sommermelodie, die ist nur Träumerei
Wir beide sind verliebt
Und das darf doch nicht sein für uns zwei
Die Sommermelodie, die sagt du bist nicht frei
Und diese Zeit der Rosen geht einmal vorbei
(Die Sommermelodie) Die Sommermelodie
(Die ist nur Träumerei) Die ist nur Träumerei
Und diese Zeit der Rosen geht einmal vorbei
Maandag 2 januari 1989
(That's How I Learnt To Love) Good Old Country Music
(That's How I Learnt To Love) Good Old Country Music
Composer(s): Joe Babcock
Performer(s): Porter Wagoner
I remember Daddy playing the Wildwood Flower
When we'd gather round the parlour of our home
Uncle Wesley played the fiddle
and John R played the banjo
We'd pick and sing sometimes all night long
Mama played the upright piano
And I guess it must've been a thing to hear
All the neighbors gathered round they loved that country sound
And it was surely music to our ears
And that's how I learnt to love good old country music
There's somethin' about it close to my soul
I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music
It's the music of the country and this country is my home
(Guitar Break)
Many nights I went to bed without sleepin'
Just a listenin' to our beatup radio
I held the groundwire tight
Just to get a strain or two of a far-off song from Del Rio
Oh it faded in and out through the stand
But it made me dream of seeing Tennessee
And the greatest thrill of all was to see those hallowed halls
The Mother Church, the Grand Ole Opry
And that's how I learnt to love good old country music
There's somethin' about it close to my soul
I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music
It's the music of the country and this country is my home
(Banjo Break)
And that's how I learnt to love good old country music
There's somethin' about it close to my soul
I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music
It's the music of the country and this country is my home
Zondag 1 januari 1989
Sloth
Sloth
Composer(s): Dave Swarbrick; Richard Thompson
First release by: Fairport Convention - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
Now the right thing's the wrong thing
No more excuses to come
Just one step at a time
And the war has begun
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
She's run away, she's run away
And she ran so bitterly
Now call to your colours, friend
Don't you call to me
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
Don't you cry, don't you cry
Don't you cry upon the sea
Don't you cry, don't you cry
For your lady and me
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
Just a roll, just a roll
Just a roll on your drum
Just a roll, just a roll
And the war has begun
Zondag 1 januari 1989
(T.L.C.) Tender Love And Care
(T.L.C.) Tender Love And Care
Composer(s): Lehman; Lebowsky; Clark
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
Tender love and care
Makes a life worth living
Tender love and care
That's what I'll be giving
Every day, every night with you
When you're wrong, when you're right, when you're blue
I'll give tender love and care to you
I'll give tender love and care (tender love and care)
Tender love and care (tender love and care)
I will give you always (I will give you always)
Tender love and care (tender love and care)
Both in big and small ways (both in big and small ways)
When you need me you'll find me there
At your side anytime anywhere
Giving tender love and care to you
Giving tender love and care (tender love and care)
Gentle sweet and kind (gentle sweet and kind)
I will always treat you (I will always treat you)
Gentle sweet and kind (gentle sweet and kind)
Every time I need you (every time I need you)
I will cheer you if you are low
I will chase all your cares and woe
Giving tender love and care to you (tender love and care)
Giving tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Zaterdag 31 december 1988
Cross Your Heart
Cross Your Heart
Composer(s): Ted O'Neill
First performance by: Tina Reynolds - 1974
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Cross your heart say I love you
Cross Your Heart and Hope to die
For a very simple reason and here's the reason why
For so many hearts are broken by one little lie
Cross your heart and hope to die
Sticks and stones wouldn't break my bones tho' it happened again and again
but I came smiling through don't ask me how
Playing at games and calling me names never worried me then
but it's a different game we're playing now
Cross your heart say I love you
Cross Your Heart and Hope to die
For a very simple reason and here's the reason why
For so many hearts are broken by one little lie
Cross your heart and hope to die
It wasn't easy to get up believe me to get up again and again
each time they knocked me down it hurt alot
Life's got to show now, there's no where to go now
This is the end of the line, because I'm giving this one all I've got
Cross your heart say I love you
Cross Your Heart and Hope to die
For a very simple reason and here's the reason why
For so many hearts are broken by one little lie
Cross your heart and hope to die
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Zaterdag 31 december 1988
Please Don't Tease
Please Don't Tease
Composer(s): Peter Chester; Bruce Welch
Performer(s): Cliff Richard
You tell me that you love me baby, then you say you don't
You tell me that you'll come on over, then you say you won't
You love me like a hurricane, then you start to freeze
I'll give it to you straight right now, please don't tease
You come right out and tell me, you're out with someone new
You play it oh so doggon cool, I don't know what to do
You never seem to answer me, you just don't here my pleas
I'll give it to you one more time, please don't tease
Oh please don't tease me, you know it hurts so much
Come on and squeeze me, you know I need your tender touch
But you tell me that you love me baby, then you say you don't
You tell me that you'll come on over, then you say you won't
You love me like a hurricane, then you start to freeze
I'll give it to you straight right now, please don't tease
Vrijdag 30 december 1988
Sloppy Drunk
Sloppy Drunk
Composer(s): Jimmy Rogers
Performer(s): B.B. King
I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
Give me another half a pint boy, then you will see me go
Now I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you
I said oh, oh, bring me another half a pint
I said mmmmh, bring me another half a pint
Well I believe I'll get drunk boy, and then we gonna rock this joint
Well I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you
I said oh, oh, bring me another half a pint
I said mmmmh, bring me another half a pint
Well I believe I'll get drunk boy, and then we gonna rock this joint
Donderdag 29 december 1988
I See A Star
I See A Star
Composer(s): Gerrit Den Braber; Hans van Hemert
First performance by: Mouth & MacNeal - 1974
The days and nights went by but no one told me
They can be fun too if you only see
There's such a lot of beauty you can live for
You only need someone to open up your eyes
And you will see things never seen before
I see a star
A brand-new star
It's right there twinklin'
In your eyes
I see a face
A happy face
It's like the mirror of my mind
I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .
You opened up my eyes for all the beauty
The beauty we're inhaling every day
It's been there all my life so it's my duty
I won't loose sight of it
the fire that you lit
Will keep on burning till the end of time
I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .
I see a star . . .
Happiness now is being shared by two
I just started my life anew
I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .
Donderdag 29 december 1988
Please Don't Play Red River Valley
Please Don't Play Red River Valley
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Well I see you got yourself a brand new harmonica
Mail ordered from the Steagal's catalogue
Boy I hope you can learn to play it like Lonnie Glossom
And while you added you to oughta learn a verse or two
Of Red River Valley Oh My Darling Clementine or Salty Dog
Oh but please don't play Red River Valley
And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day and see
You know the only song I ever learned to play on my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica
That I got from Wayne Raney in Clint Texas
C-l-i-n-t Clint Texas was Red River Valley
Then she said farewell to my french harp and me
Well I see you're doin' pretty good on your new harmonica
But don't you think you oughta learn about one more tune you know
See you hold it like you's gonna eat a handful of popcorn
And sometime you suck in and sometimes you blow
But friend now please don't play Red River Valley
And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day
Like I said the only song I ever learnd
On my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica that I got from Clint Texas
From Wayne Raney in Clint Texas was Red River Valley
Oh then she said farewell to my french harp and me
Woensdag 28 december 1988
Sloop John B
Sloop John B ((aka Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers) - 1950))
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
(Dutch Version: Hallo Ajouw - 1989)
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio - 1958
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Mister John B. (Sylvie Vartan)
1989 - Hallo Ajouw (Normaal)
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
Woensdag 28 december 1988
Please Don't Leave Me (John Sykes)
Please Don't Leave Me
Composer(s): Phil Lynott; John Sykes
Performer(s): John Sykes
In the summer we'd be crazy
We'd fool around all the time
Oh now I loved that girl
When she was mine
But now she's left me
For another guy
And it realy brought me down
For without that girl
I was lost and found
Oh darling please don't hurt me this way
Oh darling please don't leave me
Oh darling don't leave me
Oh darling please don't leave me
Now I get messed up
And I fool aroung
But there's no fun anymore
They say times must change
But I'm not so sure
Lost loves of summer
As we go out separate way
Remember memories you owe
Won't bring back those special days
(Chorus)
Woensdag 28 december 1988
Please Don't Leave Me (Fats Domino)
Please Don't Leave Me
Composer(s): Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino
woooo, woooo, woooo, woooo
wooo, wooo
woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo
woohoo, woohoo
Please don't leave me, baby, please don't go
Please don't leave me, baby, please don't go
Well if you go away and leave me, gee you gonna hurt me so
Yes I love you baby
Gonna tell all the world I do
Yes I love you baby
Gonna tell all the world I do
Well if go away leave me don't know what I'm gonna do
woooo, woooo, woooo, woooo
wooo, wooo
woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo
woohoo, woohoo
Dinsdag 27 december 1988
Hallo Ajouw
Hallo Ajouw
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays - Jan Manschot
Performer(s): Normaal - 1989
Versions In Other Languages:
1950 - Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers)
1966 - Mister John B. (Sylvie Vartan)
1958 - Sloop John B (The Kingston Trio)
Wat waren wi-j nog jong, toen wi-j der an begonnen
Wi-j kwamen, wi-j zagen en wi-j overwonnen
Der is een tied van kommen, moar ook een toed van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw
Joaren in 't rond, wi-j gingen van mond tut mond
Heftig hoken, 't bier vloag in 't rond
Gewoon gin gezeur, wi-j slept ow der deur
De kop der veur, wi-j donderen deur
Altied met z'n vieren, wie konnen de wereld an
Wat zo'k zeien, wi-j trokken ons eigen plan
't Wier de hoogste tied veur 't hardste lied
Al die verhalen die deren ons niet
Ik zeg nou ajouw - wi-j zegt nog steeds hallo
Ik stop der met - en wi-j goat deur met de show
Der is een tied van kommen - moar ok een tied van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw
Wi-j stonnen veur kabaal, 't dak dat mos der af
Hoken in de zaal, iedereen wier maf
I-j mot niet blieven stoan, altied wieter goan
Ik zeg ajouw, moar zal wel blieven sloan
Ik zeg nou ajouw - wi-j zegt nog steeds hallo
Ik stop der met - en wi-j goat deur met de show
Der is een tied van kommen - moar ok een tied van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw
Dinsdag 27 december 1988
Please Don't Go (K.C. & The Sunshine Band)
Please Don't Go
Composer(s): Harry Wayne Casey; Richard Finch
Performer(s): K.C. & The Sunshine Band
I love you
Yeah
Babe, I love you so
I want you to know
That I'm going to miss your love
The minute you walk out that door
(Chorus)
So please don't go
Don't go
Don't go away
Please don't go
Don't go
I'm begging you to stay
If you leave
At least in my lifetime
I've had one dream come true
I was blessed to be loved
By someone as wonderful as you
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah
Babe, I love you so
I, I want yo to know
That I'm going to miss your love
The minute you walk out that door
So please don't go
Don't go
Don't go away
Hey, hey, hey
I need your love
I'm down on my knees
Beggin' please, please, please
Don't go
Don't you hear me baby
Please don't go
Don't leave me now
Oh, no, no, no, no
Please don't go
I want you to know
That I, I, I, love you so
Don't leave me baby
Please don't go
Maandag 26 december 1988
Fleur De Liberté
Fleur De Liberté
Composer(s): Jacques Hustin; Frank F. Gérald
First performance by: Jacques Hustin - 1974
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Est-ce vraiment un enfant du Bon Dieu que j'ai vu passer ce matin?
Il avait l'air déjà d'un petit vieux qui n'attend rien du lendemain
Est-ce vraiment un homme à qui j'ai parlé? - Il me regardait sans me voir
Pourtant rien d'autre ne nous séparait que le grillage d'un comptoir
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Toi qui étais la princesse du vent, est-ce bien ici que tu vis
Dans ce palais de verre et de ciment où les arbres sont l'ennemi?
Tu as les doigts crispés sur l'avenir sans voir que le présent est mort
L'heure est venue pour moi de repartir, ce soir je serai seul encore
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
(bis)
Maandag 26 december 1988
Please Don't Go (Donald Peers)
Please Don't Go
Composer(s): Les Reed; Jackie Rae
Performer(s): Donald Peers
Please don't go, I beg you don't go
For I need you here with me
If we part, down deep in my heart
I know what the end will be
No one else can take your place
The love that I have known
If I don't see your sweet face
My life I'll live alone
Stay here with me
That's the way it should be
The World can see
That I can't set you free
Just this once, I beg you just once
Forgive me for what I've done
I adore you, I was meant for you
Much more than anyone
Darling, I love you so
More than you seem to know
Stay here with me
Please don't go
Zondag 25 december 1988
Sloan
Sloan
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Well I found him on the corner of seventh and main
In the Iowa township of Sloan
He 'as tired an' he 'as hungry, he 'as old an' he 'as grungy
And parked, in a no parkin' zone
Well I bent down and says how ya doin' old fella
He tried to get up on his own
Then I gave him a piece of my ham salad sandwich
And he reached up an' licked on my nose
(He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich
And reached up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan)
Well I opened the door of my old beat-up semi
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor
He hopped in an' layed his self down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin' them highways together
On the byways of life we did roam
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the windah
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin'
(With his paws on the dashboard
His head out the windah
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin'
Old Sloan)
Then one mornin' last May, four miles north of Mondamin
I stopped to use a pay telephone
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call
And when I come back he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway
And the byways that we used to roam
From Ricketts to Redline, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I just couldn't find poor old Sloan
(From Fiscus to Jacksonville
Quick to Correctionville
Looked like the end for old Sloan)
Poor old fella
He din't have no license nor shots nor nothin'
I thought he 'as a goner
Then on a cold winter day on the ninth of November
I 'as drivin' my rig all alone
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear view mirror
And my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He 'as runnin' as fast as his old legs would run him
And cryin' for me to slow down
His tail was a waggin' his tongue was a draggin'
As I opened the door for old Sloan
(His tail was a waggin'
His tongue was a draggin'
As he opened the door for old Sloan
Old Sloan)
Well I gave him a hug and he licked me all over
And I threw him his old dirty bone
Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah
And she set on down beside Sloan
(Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself down beside Sloan
Old Sloan)
So that's where ya been boy...
Hey, she's kinda pertty...
Aww, Sloan...
Zondag 25 december 1988
Please Don't Bury Me
Please Don't Bury Me
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine;
Rig the Jig; Erik Viel
Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul
Went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:
Chorus:
Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose
Repeat Chorus
Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye
Zaterdag 24 december 1988
Celui Qui Reste Et Celui Qui S'en Va
