Zaterdag 18 juli 1992
Harvest Time
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Vrijdag 17 juli 1992
Spanish Pipedream
Spanish Pipedream
Composer(s): John Prine
First release by: John Prine - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of my neck
And these are the words she spoke
Blow up your T.V.
Throw away your paper
Go to the country
Build you a home
Plant a little garden
Eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own
Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do
Blow up your T.V.
Throw away your paper
Go to the country
Build you a home
Plant a little garden
Eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face
I said "You must know the answer"
She said, "No but I'll give it a try"
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why
We blew up our T.V.
Threw away our paper
Went to the country
Built us a home
Had a lot of children
Fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own
Vrijdag 17 juli 1992
Heat Wave (Marilyn Monroe)
Heat Wave ((aka (We're Having A) Heat Wave))
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Marilyn Monroe
Oh! We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
She certainly can can-can
She started a heat wave by letting her seat wave
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee, gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
Having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave, the way that she moves
That thermometer proves that she certainly can.....
(What's your name honey? Pablo) Certainly can....
(Chico, Miguelito, Pablo, Chico, Miguelito).....oh, can-can
Pablo, it's saying here in the weather report
It's saying a fairly warm air is moving in from..
(Where?) Jamaica
Moderately high air pressure will cover the NE and..
(Where else?) The Deep South
Small danger of (what?) Fruit frost!
Hot and humid nights can be expected
Vincent 95, Guadeloupe 97, Santo Domingo 99
Pardon me? 105?
We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
I certainly can can-can
I started this heat wave in such a way
That the customers say that I certainly can can-can
The man who need makes the mercury rise to 93
We're having a heat wave, a tropical, a tropical heat wave
The way that I move, that thermometer grooves
(She certainly, certainly, certainly can}
I certainly, certainly, certainly can can-can
Vrijdag 17 juli 1992
Harvest Of Love
Harvest Of Love
Composer(s): Benny Hill
Performer(s): Benny Hill; The Rockin' Berries
I rise at six and then I feed the chicks
And I'm feeling lonesome and blue
And when I milk the cow it seems, somehow
My thoughts keep straying to you
And as the horse and I plough the field nearby
Your memory I can't erase
For while I walk at the rear of the horse, my dear
I seem to see your face
Chorus:
I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion
Water it with warm desire and then I'll reap the harvest of love
Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me
When I met you at the village dance
But you was in the ladies' excuse me at the time
I thought I would never have a chance
But you let me walk you home across Blatt's Meadow
And I knew that with you I should be a hit
'Cause I got an old cow to get up walk away
So that you'd have somewhere nice and dry to sit
Chorus
Side by side we will take a ride
In my horse and buggy one day
And when the daylight ends and the night descends
And my horse'll run out of hay
And I will kiss your lips, those tempting lips
The only ones that can thrill me
And I would hold you tight 'neath the stars so bright
If the wife ever finds out she'll kill me
Chorus
Donderdag 16 juli 1992
Lady Alpine Blue
Lady Alpine Blue
Composer(s): Ilia Lagutenko
First performance by: Mumiy Troll - 2001
To love newcomers' fashion
Oh so special
You may want to believe me
But hey – your Alpine eyes of blue
Here's my Siberian hymn for you
We better stay or rather die
La lalalai lai lala lai lai...
Rather die
La lalalai la lalalai...
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you
Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue
Blue
The slipping serpentine night
Would cuddle, keep us tender
And smother warning signs
My old mistakes should send her
Eternity for us to try
The dawn will tell us if we fly
La lalalai lai lala lai lai...
If we fly
La lalalai la lalalai...
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you
Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue
No promises, no promises
No promises, no promises
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you
Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue
Donderdag 16 juli 1992
Heat Street
Heat Street
Performer(s): Def Leppard
What can I hear? Who can I see?
What's this I fear that's followin' me?
It's getting louder, it's coming near
I can not stand it, I'm gettin' outta here
You'd better beware now
You'd better take care now
The street of the sinner
So you'll never be a winner
The rain is falling around my feet
The night is calling on this well-lit street
People in doorways just stand and stare
Castaway shadows that really aren't there
You'd better beware now
You'd better take care now
The street of the sinner
So you'll never be a winner
What can I hear? Who can I see?
What's this I fear that's followin' me?
It's getting louder, it's coming near
I can not stand it, I'm getting outta here
You'd better beware now
Yeah you'd better take care now
The street of the sinner
So you'll never be a winner
You'll never be a winner
On heat street
Donderdag 16 juli 1992
Harvest For The World
Harvest For The World
Composer(s): Ernie Isley; Marvin Isley; Ronald Isley;
O'Kelly Isley; Rudolph Isley; Chris Jasper
Performer(s): The Isley Brothers
All babies together
Everyone a seed
Half of us are satisfied
Half of us in need
Love’s bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
A nation planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go
Greater grows the pain
And far too many
Feelin’ the strain
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah
Gather every man
Gather every woman
Celebrate your lives
Give thanks for your children (No)
Gather everyone (Gather everyone)
Gather all together (Gather all together)
Overlookin’ none (Overlookin’ none)
Hopin’ life gets better for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation
Turnin’ into beasts
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, hey
When will there be
I wanna know now, now
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be (Harvest for the world)
When will there be (Harvest for the world)
Everybody (Harvest for the world)
Oh, talkin’ bout the children (Harvest for the world)
When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world)
When will there be (Harvest for the world)
Woensdag 15 juli 1992
Spanish Lullaby
Spanish Lullaby
Composer(s): Bill Johnson
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
This my friends is an old Spanish lullaby
And it's been handed down from generation to generation
And in it, a father is singing to his baby son
And he's telling him, "Close your eyes little one and sleep
And dream while the angels watch over you
I will hold your hand
And when you wake with the morning, I'll still be here
Cierras ya tus ojitos
Duermete sin temor
Sueña con angelitos
parecidos a ti
Y te agarrare tu mano
Duermete sin temor
Cuando tu despiertes
yo estare aqui
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Y te agarrare tu mano
Dueremete sin temor
Cuando tu despiertes
yo estare aqui
Woensdag 15 juli 1992
Hearts On Fire
Hearts On Fire
Composer(s): Walter Egan; Tom Guidera
Performer(s): Gram Parsons
Hearts on fire
My love for you brought only misery
Hearts on fire
Put out the flames and set this cold heart free
One short year our love burned
Until at last I guess you learned
The art of being untrue and then goodbye
What could I do except to cry and moan
Lord, what have I done?
Once we were as sweet and warm as the golden morning sun
Hearts on fire
My love for you brought only misery
Hearts on fire
Put out the flames and set this cold heart free
Friends say it's just a game
And that no one is to blame
Go out forget her lies
But she'll be there and sparks will fly
My love has turned to hatred
Sleep escapes me still
God, please take this heart of mine
Cause if you don't the devil will
Hearts on fire
My love for you brought only misery
Hearts on fire
Put out the flames and set this cold heart free
Hearts on fire
Woensdag 15 juli 1992
Harry Truman
Harry Truman
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Performer(s): Chicago
America needs you
Harry Truman
Harry could you please come home
Things are looking bad
I know you would be mad
To see what kind of men
Prevail upon the land you love
America's wondering
How we got here
Harry all we get is lies
We're gettin' safer cars
Rocket ships to mars
From men who'd sell us out
To get themselves a piece of power
We'd love to hear you speak your mind
In plain and simple ways
Call a spade a spade
Like you did back in the day
You would play piano
Each morning walk a mile
Speak of what was going down
Eith honesty and style
America's calling
Harry Truman
Harry you know what to do
The world is turnin' round and losin' lots of ground
Oh Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love
Oh woah woah woah
America's calling
Harry Truman
Harry you know what to do
The world is turnin' round
And losin' lots of ground
So Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love
Oh
Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love
Harry
Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love
Dinsdag 14 juli 1992
En Davar
En Davar
First performance by: Tal Sondak - 2001
'Im nidme she-kol ha-derekh lashav
'Im nidme she-libi karu'a 'akhshav
Yesh min zemer she-'ole bi ve-shar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
'Im ko'ev lakh, shtey 'enaikh dom'ot
'Im ko'ev lakh ve-'en siman la-ba'ot
'Azamer lakh, 'eltof roshekh 'ad tzavar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
Ki ha-zemer ha-ze menakhem levavot
Lo mevater, hu motze netivot
Shav ve-hofekh ra'ot le-tovot
Ve-khozer ha-nigun ha-mukar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
Mul gal 'osher yam ha-'etzev hu rav
'Or va-khoshekh nilkhamim 'aleynu 'akhshav
Rak ha-zemer 'od 'ole, 'ahuv u-mukar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
Ki ha-zemer ha-ze menakhem levavot
Lo mevater, hu motze netivot
Shav ve-hofekh ra'ot le-tovot
Ve-khozer ha-nigun ha-mukar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
La la la la... la la la la la la...
La la la la... la la la...
Ki ha-zemer ha-ze menakhem levavot
Lo mevater, hu motze netivot
Shav ve-hofekh ra'ot le-tovot
Ve-khozer ha-nigun ha-mukar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
Ve-khozer ha-nigun ha-mukar
'En davar, 'en davar, 'en davar
(La la la la... la la la la la la...)
'Od tir'i, 'ahuva
'En davar
Dinsdag 14 juli 1992
Heart's On Fire
Heart's On Fire
Composer(s): Vince DiCola; Ed Fruge
Performer(s): John Cafferty
Silence in the darkness creeps into your soul
Envy moves the light of self control
The gate that holds you captive has the door
Burnin' with determination to even up the score
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within
Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high
The moment of truth draws near
Time will not allow you to stay still, no
Silence breaks the heart and bends the will
Defense is guilty passions out of control
Rules and regulations have no meaning any more
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within
Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high
The moment of truth is here
Oh!
Is here
Oh yeeeeeaaaaaah!
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within
Fever's risin', energizin', right up to till end
Heart's on fire (heart's on fire)
Strong desire (heart's on fire)
Rages deep within
Ooooh
Fever's risin' (heart's on fire)
Energizin' (heart's on fire)
Right up till the end
Ooooh
Heart's on fire (heart's on fire) (heart's on fire)
Strong desire (heart's on fire)
Dinsdag 14 juli 1992
Harry The Hairy Ape
Harry The Hairy Ape
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, a strange thing happened the other night
You won't believe it, but I swear it's true
Harry the hairy ape made his escape from the city zoo
And under cover of darkness he made his way
To the middle of the municipal park
And he hid in the bushes and waited for somebody to come
Walkin' along by hi'self in the dark
Then along come somebody not suspectin' nothin'
Harry jump out of the bushes all of a sudden
Beat on his chest
Jump up and down and he say
Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo...
Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Boo, I betcha I scared you, ha ha!"
Waaa! Scared that poor cat so bad his eyes bugged out, his hair turned white!
He ran off through the municipal park, screamin', hollerin', diggin' up the lawn
tearin' up the shrub and knock down the "Keep off the grass" sign
run through the hurricane fence
fell into the municipal park swimming pool and drowned hi'self!
Woo hoo!
Well, Harry thought this was the funniest thing that he had ever seen
And he laughed "Ha ha," jumped back in the bushes and got ready to do it again
The next guy to come along was the near-sighted local DJ
Just boppin' down the sidewalk on his way to work
with a box of records on his arm that he was gonna play
So here he come, not suspectin' nothin'
Harry jump out of the bushes all of a sudden
Beat on his chest
Jump up & down & he say
Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo...
Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Smile, you're on candid camera!"
Man, that DJ was so near-sighted he thought Harry was a rock 'n' roll singer!
So he gave him the old glad hand, smiled, slapped him on the back, sayin'
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna play the record 'cause you're too cool, too cool, too cool!"
And he said bye, bopped on off down the sidewalk
every 4 or 5 steps he'd stop and turn around, doin' a little boogaloo-shing-a-ling!
Well, this really shook Harry up
I mean it blew his whole bit, you know, ruined his whole day
So he run back to his cage as fast as he can go, jump up on his little swing
put both hands over his eyes and didn't look for 3 hours & 45 minutes
But that's not the end of the story
Here's what happened
The DJ played Harry's record (What record?) Shut up!
It was a hit and he became a star
Got him some tight britches, got him a manager
Went on a promotion tour, combed his hair back and took up playin' the guitar
And every Sunday afternoon you can go see Harry at the zoo
And the girls will scream and he'll sit on his swing and pick and sing his hit record for you
(Shoo-be-doo-wa-shoo-be-doo wa, shoo-be-doo wa-shoo-be-doo wa
(Shoo-be-doo-wa-shoo-be-doo wa, shoo-be-doo-be-doo-wah)
Maandag 13 juli 1992
Spanish Ladies
Spanish Ladies (aka "Farewell And Adieu" or "We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)")
(Traditional)
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we've received orders to sail to New Bedford
And perhaps we shall never more see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Nantucket to home is just a few leagues
We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'west boys
We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear
In fifty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom
We filled main tops'l up channel did steer
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Great Point to home is just a few leagues
The first land we made was a place called Nantucket
Martha's Vinyard, Woods Hole then down Buzzards Bay
We sailed then by Marion, Mattapoisett, and Fairhaven
Then bore straight away for New Bedford, hooray
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
The Vinyard to home is just a few leagues
Now the Captain called out for our grand ship to anchor
We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers
And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Woods Hole to home is just a few leagues
Let every man here drink up his full bumper
Let every man here drink up his full bowl
And let us be jolly and drown melancholy
And drink a health to each jovial and true hearted soul
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
West Island to home is just a few leagues
Maandag 13 juli 1992
Hearts Of Stone (The Fontane Sisters)
Hearts Of Stone
Composer(s): Eddy Ray; Rudy Jackson
Performer(s): The Fontane Sisters;
and various other artists
Hearts made of stone
Will never break
For the love you have for them
They just won't take
You can ask them please
Please please please break
And all of your love
Is there to take
Yes, hearts of stone
Will cause you pain
Although you love them
They'll stop you just the same
You can ask them please
Please please please break
And all of your love
Is there to take
But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no
Everybody knows
I thought you knew
Hearts made of stone
Yes, hearts of stone
Will cause you pain
Although you love them
They'll stop you just the same
You can ask them please
Please please please break
And all of your love
Is there to take
But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no
Everybody knows
I thought you knew
Hearts made of stone
Maandag 13 juli 1992
Harry Pollitt
Harry Pollitt
Composer(s): Ben Bruce
Performer(s): The Limeliters
This one is the story of Harry Pollitt
Harry Pollit was at one time a very influential member
of the Communist Party in England
until he was finally thrown out
and when they threw him out, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead
And it goes like this
Harry Pollit was a worker; one of Lenin's lads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven, he reached the gates with ease
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God; I am Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please
May I speak with Comrade God, I am Harry Pollitt please"
"Who are you' said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?"
"I'm a friend of Lady Astors"
"Well, OK, that's quite alright
OK, that's quite alright, well OK, that's quite alright
You're a friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright"
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike
Led them out on strike, Led them out on strike
He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking around heaven to medidate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well'
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell
Yes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell
He's just been made the first people's commissar for Soviet hell
Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of Soviet hell
He's just been made the first people's commissar of Soviet hell!
Well the moral of this story is easy for to tell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell
Yes, you'll have to go to hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik
You'll have to go to hell!
Zondag 12 juli 1992
On My Own (Haldor Lægreid)
On My Own
Composer(s): Tom-Steinar Hanssen - Ole Henrik Antonsen - Ole Jørgen Olsen
First performance by: Haldor Lægreid - 2001
In tender years, the path seemed longer then it ever really was
How could I know?
I realised, as time went by, I had to try, the world outside was mine
You let me go
So I left and tried to find my way to paradise
The winding road that lead me there was life
I'm on my own again
Left all alone, where I belong
I'm on my own again
Left all alone
And now I've seen it all, I wouldn't change a day – when curtains fall
I do my show
So at last I know I've found my one true paradise
The winding road that lead me there was life
I'm on my own again
Left all alone, where I belong
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own, on my own
(I'm on my own again)
(Left all alone, where I belong)
(I'm on my own again) On my own
(Left all alone) On my own, on my own again
Zondag 12 juli 1992
Hearts Of Stone (Bruce Springsteen)
Hearts Of Stone
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face
And you try to see, girl
The way things were when we were at your place
In the days it was just you and me, girl
And you cry because things ain't like before
Well don't you know they can't be that way anymore
But don't worry baby
Chorus
I can't talk now, I'm not alone
So put your ear close to the phone
'Cause this is the last dance
This is the last chance for hearts of stone
If there was something, baby, that I could do
Something that would last, honey, I would
But we all know, girl, especially you do
How you can't return to your past, no
So girl close your eyes and I'll be there
Hold me once more and we can go anywhere
Ah, we could
Chorus
And you cry because things ain't like before
Well don't you know they can't be like that anymore
Well I know it, baby
Zondag 12 juli 1992
Harry Hippie
Harry Hippie
Composer(s): Jim Ford
Performer(s): Bobby Womack;
and various other artists
Everybody claims that they want the best things
outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone
wanna got through the toils and strifes
Like this particular fella, walks around
all day long singin' this song
sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah
Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
life don't bug him cause he
thinks he's got it made
He never worry about nothin' in particular
Oooh he might even sell free press on Sunset
I'd like to help a man when he's down
but I can't help him much
when he's sleepin' on the ground
He's like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin' this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ohhh yeah
Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
Panhandles money just to feed Harry's baby
She can lie down a story so incredible
Man, you wanna help her take the food
home and put it on the table
I'd like to help a man when he's down
but I can't help ya Harry
if you wanna sleep on the ground
Sorry Harry, you're too much weight
to carry around
But he still walks around all day singin' this song
Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah
nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Street child, street child, tell me where
will you be goin'
when old man winter gets his horn
and starts blowin'
Will you hang around LA
or hitch a ride on a freeway
Meet an old familiar face in a new place
I'd like to help a man when he's down
But how can I help him
if he's somewhere outta town
Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down
Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah
sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah
Zaterdag 11 juli 1992
Spanish Harlem Incident
