Woensdag 15 juli 1992
Hearts On Fire
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Hearts On Fire
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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
Spanish Harlem Incident
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Gypsy gal the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into the reach of your rattling drums
I gotta know babe all about my fortune
Down along my restless path
Gypsy gal you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast and slashin'
And your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black come and make my
Pale face fit into place ah, please
I gotta know babe I'm nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace
I been wonderin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You have slayed me you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know babe when you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real
Zaterdag 11 juli 1992
Hearts Of Fire
Hearts Of Fire
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Roger Daltrey
It was the summer of sixty-four
We ran the streets on to the shore
And in every game we played we knew we had it made
Like no other time before
I was just a man
You were still a child
Two hearts that were running wild
There was no need to pretend
You became more than a friend
They were days without an end
We laughed where we played
We made love where we laid
In the light again we'd run
When the night called the tune
We'd shoot at the moon
And laugh at what we'd done
We were hearts of fire
Do you remember it my friend
We didn't think that it would end
Together then we ran
This boy became a man
They burn on those hearts of fire
They burn on those hearts of fire
Hearts of fire!
And by seventy-two I was running free
It was just the way I wanted to be
I thought I'd left our love for dead
But my heart it ruled my head
And I fell in love instead!
We fought where we played
we made love where we laid
Just like the time before
And if the battle should start to tear us apart
We won't go to war no more
We were hearts of fire
Do you remember it my friend
We didn't think that it would end
Toghether then we ran
Turn a boy into a man
They burn on those hearts of fire
They burn on those hearts of fire
They burn on those hearts of fire
Hearts of fire!
We were hearts of fire
Zaterdag 11 juli 1992
Harrigan
Harrigan
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): Billy Murray;
and various other artists
Who is the man who will spend or will even lend?
Harrigan, that's me!
Who is your friend when you find that you need a friend?
Harrigan, that's me!
For I'm just as proud of my name, you see
As an Emperor, Czar or a King could be
Who is the man helps a man ev'ry time he can?
Harrigan, that's me!
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N spells Harrigan
Proud of all the Irish blood that's in me
Divil' a man can say a word agin' me
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that's me!
Who is the man never stood for a gadabout?
Harrigan, that's me!
Who is the man that the town's simply mad about?
Harrigan that's me!
They ladies and babies are fond of me
I'm fond of them, too, in return, you see
Who is the gent that's deserving a monument?
Harrigan, that's me!
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N spells Har-ri-gan
Proud of all the Irish blood that's in me
Di-vil' a man can say a word agin' me
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that's me!
Vrijdag 10 juli 1992
Angel (Two Tricky)
Angel
Composer(s): Einar Bárðarson, Magnús Þór Sigmundsson
First performance by: Two Tricky - 2001
(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
Came flyin' into my life like a shooting star, so open hearted
Then I was just a joker, but you – the Queen of Hearts, and so we parted
But now I feel you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, yeah
(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
If love can be forever, minute or a day, it's no illusion
I know I'm gonna find you somwhere in the clouds of my confusion
But now I see you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, yeah
(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
But now I see you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Angel (Oh... show my the way)
Oh Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, oh...
Vrijdag 10 juli 1992
Heartlight
Heartlight
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Neil Diamond; Carole Bayer Sager
Performer(s): Neil Diamond;
and various other artists
Come back again
I want you to stay next time
'Cause sometimes the world ain't kind
When people get lost like you and me
I just made a friend
A friend is someone you need
But now that he had to go away
I still feel the words that he might say
Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me
He's lookin' for home
'Cause everyone needs a place
And home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me
Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me
Turn on you heartlight now
Turn on you heartlight now
Vrijdag 10 juli 1992
Harpo's Blues
Harpo's Blues
Composer(s): Phoebe Snow
Performer(s): Phoebe Snow; Laura Martier
I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind
And I wish I was a lover
I wouldn't need my costumes and pretend
I wish I was a mountain
I'd pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared
I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared
I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain
Donderdag 9 juli 1992
Spanish Harlem
Spanish Harlem
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Phil Spector
First release by: Ben E. King - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Nuits D'espagne (Dalida)
1961 - Der Joe Hat Mir Das Herz Gestohlen (Dalida)
1961 - Harlem Spagnolo (Dalida)
1961 - Aquella Rosa (Dalida)
1964 - Das Ist Die Frage Aller Fragen (Cliff Richard)
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
Donderdag 9 juli 1992
Heartbreaker (The Andrews Sisters)
Heartbreaker
Composer(s): Morty Berk; Frank Capano; Max C. Freedman
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists
Heartbreaker, the cutest Gal in town
You heartbreaker, boys follow you around
You think that you are having your fling
Making hearts dance just like puppets on a string
You heartbreaker
You'll be the lonely one when all your fun is through
So be careful what you do when you break a heart in two
For that heart may belong to you
Donderdag 9 juli 1992
Harper Valley P.T.A.
