Donderdag 2 januari 1997
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Woensdag 1 januari 1997
A Touch Of Texas
A Touch Of Texas
Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh - Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Marcy McGuire, Harold Peary, Peter Lind Hayes, Victor Mature
McGuire:
Headin' for that depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Headin' for that depot
And here's the reason why
Ensemble: Why, gal why?
McGuire:
Got a touch of Texas in my talk
I got too much of Texas in my talk
Oh, this place will be my ruin
Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wahooin'
Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk!
Got a touch of Texas in my hair
Got too much of Texas in my hair
Yes, the sand from Amarillo
Keeps a scratchin' on my pillow
Oh, take me back to Times Square!
For I've seen ev'ry part of
Ev'ry part of
What I'm deep in the heart of
Got a touch of Texas in my walk
Got too much of Texas in my walk
Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin'
But for miles there's nothin' human
Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Headin' for that depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Headin' for that depot
And here's the reason why
Hayes:
Now wait a minute si
You've got a touch of Texas in your walk
Peary:
Got too much of Texas in your walk
McGuire:
I rode a bronco down in Dallas
So be careful of my callus
Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Peary:
Hold on, chum, you got Texas on your brain, yeah
Hayes:
Yeah, too much Texas on your brain
McGuire:
Oh, the brush that's full of rabbits
Got me in these jumpin' habits
Put me back on that train!
For I've seen ev'ry part of
[Clap-clap-clap-clap]
Just what I'm deep in the heart of
That's why I'm headin' for the depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Mature:
You'll never make the depot
And here's the reason why
You got too much of Texas in you, gal
McGuire:
And that's too much of Texas for me, pal
Hayes:
I reckon I will have to stop you
If'n you move, I'll have to drop you
Peary:
Get back in your corral
Mature:
You got too much Texas in your talk
McGuire:
I got too much of Texas in my walk
But the funny part about it
Is that I can do without it
Don't take me back, don't take me back
Oh, please don't
Take me back to New York!
Got a touch of Texas in my face
Got too much of Texas in my face
Oh, that sunshine in Laredo
Got it like a ripe tomato
Oh, take me out of this place!
Woensdag 1 januari 1997
Want Ads
Want Ads
Composer(s): General Johnson; Barney Perkins; Greg Perry
Performer(s): Honey Cone;
Taylor Dayne; Hattie Littles
Wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need a love that's true
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
At home I find myself, lost and all alone
My man is playing the field, the thrill is gone
He stays out all night, says he's with the boys
But lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too
Tells me he's been lying, tell ya what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, somebody rescue me
I spend my nights alone, cryin' bitter tears
Although I cry aloud, nobody really hears
And when I need him most, he's never by my side
He's either playing cards, or drinking at the bar
He thinks that I'm a fool, I'm going to the evening news
Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too
Tells me he's been lying, I'm going to the evening new
Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Dinsdag 31 december 1996
A Touch Of Class
A Touch Of Class
Composer(s): Chris Bradford - Mark Hankins
Performer(s): Dr. Feelgood
Poor boy, up west, and the action wasn’t going my way
Rich girl, best dressed, lookin’ like she come out to play
I stood back, you swept passed, I decided that I’d give it a shot
I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought I’d give it everything that I’d got
We take tea at the ritz, I take you down to the docks
You can rely on me to lower the tone
You call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
I like a pint, you like your bubbles
We have a whip round when you order your drink
You’re in who’s who, I’m whose in trouble
You’re upper class and I’m the missing link
You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much time on your hands
I got an accent, you can cut with a knife
Your dad’s a bit of a snob but mine’s a terminal slob
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
We go dutch, it ain’t much
I knew a classy girl like you wouldn’t mind
A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low life knocks that perfect punch
You got a race horse at home, you keep him down on the farm
I buy the sporting life to studying the odds
I got a feel for the streets, you got your country retreat
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
You ain’t brass
Huh, you’re a touch of class
Dinsdag 31 december 1996
Wang-Dang-Doodle
Wang-Dang-Doodle
Composer(s): Willie Dixon
Performer(s): Howlin' Wolf;
and various other artists
Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny
A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall
We gonna romp and tromp till midnight
We gonna fuss and fight till daylight
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned
Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet
Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess
We gonna to break out all of the windows,
we gonna kick down all the doors
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time
When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long etc.
Maandag 30 december 1996
À Toi (Léo Ferré)
À Toi
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Maurice Vandair
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La forêt qui s'élance au ciel comme une verge
Les serments naufragés qui errent sur la berge
Les oiseaux dénoncés que le chasseur flamberge
Les diamants constellés qui fuient les pâles couches
Tous les yeux de la rue qui crèvent sur ta bouche
Le pavé que tu foules et ma voix que tu touches
Les amants accolée muets comme la cire
Les culottes des femmes où le monde se mire
Les fauves repentis qui rendent des martyrs
Le ventre des pendus qui coule des potences
Les noces pathétiques où les larmes sont rances
Les émigrants qui n'ont jamais de pain d'avance
Les mains transfigurées qui règlent la tzigane
Baudelaire et Shakespeare au chevet des profanes
Les chevaux condamnés et leur dernière avoine
La voix pour commander à mille couturières
Un lit avec le Parthénon comme litière
Le cathéchisme de la joie la vie entière
Des violons barrissant les complaintes futures
Des tonnes de crachat sur la Critiquature
Le vent du large et des bûchers pour les clôtures
Des langues pour parler aux Chinois faméliques
Des poumons pour souffler au ventre des phtisiques
Des javas pour brouiller les chants patriotiques
Le ruisseau qui jouit jusqu'au Havre sans trêve
Le malheureux le chien qui meurt l'homme qui crève
Le sang des femmes qui sont mortes sans un rêve
Les cheveux élagués qui cherchent des caresses
Le remords amical du prêtre qui confesse
Les yeux des tout-petits riboulant de tendresse
L'orgue de la nature au souffle de violettes
Les rendez-vous mystérieux sous la voilette
Le numéro que tu voulais à la roulette
Les portes de secours battant sur les étoiles
Les Vendredis des Robinsons des capitales
La boussole des veuves aveugles sous leur voile
Le vain espoir des mitraillés sous la mitraille
La poitrine qui bat sous les pâles médailles
Les jésus désertant le fruit de tes entrailles
Les dentelles flottant au nez de la misère
Le loup blessé à mort qu'on regarde se taire
Le chant du coq et le silence de saint Pierre
Les cœurs déchiquetés qui parlent aux fantômes
Les gens de bien qui ont désintégré l'atome
Le Capital qui joue aux dés Notre Royaume
Et Puis la majuscule ennui qui nous sclérose
Mon pauvre amour car nous pensons les mêmes choses
En attendant que l'Ange nous métamorphose...
Maandag 30 december 1996
Wand'rin' Star
Wand'rin' Star
Composer(s): Frederick Loewe; Alan Jay Lerner
Performer(s): Lee Marvin
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back
I was born under a wandrin' star
Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star
(Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry)
(Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry)
(Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to)
(Which with any luck will never come true)
(I was born under a wandrin' star)
(I was born under a wandrin' star)
When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
For I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star
Zondag 29 december 1996
À Toi (Joe Dassin)
À Toi
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
À toi
À la façon que tu as d'être belle
À la façon que tu as d'être à moi
À tes mots tendres un peu artificiels
Quelquefois
À toi
À la petite fille que tu étais
À celle que tu es encore souvent
À ton passé, à tes regrets
À tes anciens princes charmants
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À moi
À la folie dont tu es la raison
À mes colères sans savoir pourquoi
À mes silences et à mes trahisons
Quelquefois
À moi
Au temps que j'ai passé à te chercher
Aux qualités dont tu te moques bien
Aux défauts que je t'ai caché
À mes idées de baladin
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À nous
Aux souvenirs que nous allons nous faire
À l'avenir et au présent surtout
À la santé de cette vieille terre
Qui s'en fout
À nous
À nos espoirs et à nos illusions
À notre prochain premier rendez-vous
À la santé de ces milliers d'amoureux
Qui sont comme nous
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
Zondag 29 december 1996
Wandering Spirit
Wandering Spirit
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Jimmy Ripp
Performer(s): Mick Jagger
When all the twelve Apostles try to ring me on the phone
Take a message but I won't return their call
For I have no eyes to see him and I thought I lost my way
And I know I've lost the keys to your door
And I climbed the highest mountain and I looked down on the sea
And I saw a ship a-sail to the shore
I took a passage to the East and I journeyed to the West
I made love from Battambang to Baltimore
I said, oh, am I running in a race
I said, oh, am I getting anyplace
I said, oh, can I make it
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit, yes I am a restless soul
I'm a wandering spirit, there's no place that I can call my own
I was a glutton at the banquet and I spilt the finest wine
Trod the pyramids and ruins of Angkor
I kissed the Mona Lisa and I breakfasted with kings
And I touched the nerves of nature in the raw
I said, oh, am I running in a race
I said, oh, take that smile right off your face
I said, oh, I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit, no escape, no parole
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit, there's no place that I can call my home
I said, oh, am I running in a race
I said, oh, take that smile right off your face
I said, oh, I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit, looking for a place to go
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a wandering spirit, no escape, no parole
I'm a wandering spirit, I'm a lost and lonely soul
Zaterdag 28 december 1996
A Timeless Place
A Timeless Place
Composer(s): Norma Winstone - Jimmy Rowles
Performer(s): Jeri Brown & Jimmy Rowles
and multiple other artists
The window looked out onto a pattern never ending
A flower and trees and little paths far descending
To the garden far below us, the pavilions in the sunlight
Where the peacocks proudly grace the scene
The vision, a timeless place, another way of living
You moved in so close I really thought that you were giving
I allowed myself a moment to believe that you could love me
To reflect upon what might have been
The summer sky I saw reflected in the colour of your eyes
But somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise
I'm drowning now, I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green
Where what you are is never seen
How can anybody know you?
I still hear the ringing of the church bells in the morning
The peacocks still call out their sad and bitter warning
Take a final look around you
Hold the memory forever
Find a quiet place inside where
You can listen to the things your heart is saying
Beauty's only an illusion, here your truth is an intrusion
A mirage is all it's ever been
Zaterdag 28 december 1996
Waltzing Matilda
Waltzing Matilda
Composer(s): A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
Performer(s): John Williamson;
and various other artists
Oh! there once was a swagman camped in a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling?
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker-bag
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"
Down came the Squatter a-riding his thoroughbred
Down came Policemen -- one, two and three
"Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tucker-bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!"
But the swagman he up and he jumped in the water-hole
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Vrijdag 27 december 1996
A Time For Us
A Time For Us ((aka What Is A Youth? (by Glen Weston) - 1968))
((Adapted from: Love Theme From Romeo And Juliet (aka In Capulet's Tomb) (by Nino Rota) - 1968))
Composer(s): Larry Kusik - Eddie Snyder - Nino Rota
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey - 1968
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:1968 -
1969 - Um Momento Para Nós (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
2001 - Ai Giochi Addio (by Andrea Griminelli & Luciano Pavarotti)
2006 - Un Giorno Per Noi (by Josh Groban)
A time for us, some day there'll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that's free
A time when dreams so long denied can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide
A time for us, at last to see
A life worthwhile for you and me
And with our love, through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us, some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me
For you and me
And with our love, through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us, some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me
A world of shining hope for you and me
Vrijdag 27 december 1996
Waltz Time Medley
Waltz Time Medley
Performer(s): Willie P. Bennett
My heart wants to speak
But my conscience is weak
Is there any place other
Than your place or mine
I could hold you right now
But could I hold you forever
If waltz time keeps ticking away
Now it really doesn't matter
It's just me and you
And if we don't do it now
There'll be nothing to do
'Cause love is a dance
One foot after the other
And waltz time keeps ticking away
Ove is a journey
One foot after the other
A chance to discover
A flame you can't smother
Without love
I am a stranger
And waltz time keeps ticking away
Love is a journey
One foot after the other
A chance to discover
A flame you can't smother
Without love
I am a stranger
And waltz time keeps ticking away
Donderdag 26 december 1996
What Is A Youth?
What Is A Youth? ((aka A Time For Us (by Shirley Bassey) - 1968))
((Adapted from: Love Theme From Romeo And Juliet (aka In Capulet's Tomb) (by Nino Rota) - 1968))
Composer(s): Larry Kusik - Eddie Snyder - Nino Rota - Eugene Walter
Performer(s): Glen Weston - 1968
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Um Momento Para Nós (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
2001 - Ai Giochi Addio (by Andrea Griminelli & Luciano Pavarotti)
2006 - Un Giorno Per Noi (by Josh Groban)
What is a youth? Impetuous fire
What is a maid? Ice and desire
The world wags on
a rose will bloom....
It then will fade
so does a youth
so does the fairest maid
Comes a time when one sweet smile
has a season for a while....
Then love's in love with me
Some they think only to marry
others will tease and tarry
Mine is the very best parry
Cupid he rules us all
Caper the cape, but sing me the song
Death will come soon to hush us along
Sweeter than honey... and bitter as gall
Love is a pastime that never will pall
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
Cupid rules us all
A rose will bloom....
It then will fade
so does a youth
so does the fairest maid
Donderdag 26 december 1996
Waltz Of My Heart
Waltz Of My Heart
Composer(s): Ivor Novello
Performer(s): Lesley Garrett;
and various other artists
The lark is singing on high
The Sun's ashine in the blue
The Winter is driven away
And Spring is returning anew
Who cares what sorrow may bring
What storms may tear us apart
No sadness can kill the wonder and thrill
Of that waltz in my heart
Waltz of my heart haunting and gay
Calling enthrallingly, waltzing away
Ring out your bells for me, ivory keys
Weave out your spell for me, orchestra please
Chorus of wings, thrilling the sky
While you're inspiring me, time hurries by
Joy finds a fire in me, soon as you start
Sweeping your strings, waltz of my heart
The lark is singing on high
The Sun's ashine in the blue
The Winter is driven away
And Spring is returning anew
Who cares what sorrow may bring
What storms may tear us apart
No sadness can kill the wonder and thrill
Of that waltz in my heart
Woensdag 25 december 1996
Ai Giochi Addio
Ai Giochi Addio ((aka Un Giorno Per Noi (by Josh Groban) - 2006))
((Adapted from: Love Theme From Romeo And Juliet (aka In Capulet's Tomb) (by Nino Rota) - 1968))
Composer(s): Larry Kusik - Eddie Snyder - Nino Rota - Elsa Morante
Performer(s): Andrea Griminelli & Luciano Pavarotti - 2001
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - A Time For Us (by Shirley Bassey)
1968 - What Is A Youth? (by Glen Weston)
1969 - Um Momento Para Nós (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
Ai giochi addio per sempre, sì
non sono più cose per te
ai giochi addio
Chissà perchè nemmeno tu
ancora spiergatelo non puoi
Tu attendi un ospite
favoloso e incognito
non sai che nome ha
Forse il suo nome è dolcezza
ma forse invece è amaro
Forse il suo nome è splendore
ma forse invece è oscuro
Tu vuoi scoprire i suoi misteri
e al suo confronto tutto ti annoia
I suoi regali fantastici attendi
come le notti dell'Epifania
Rimani sveglio pensando chissà
che mai ti porterà
Woensdag 25 december 1996
Waltz Down The Aisle
Waltz Down The Aisle
Composer(s): Cole Porter
When those bells start to chime to commemorate the happy time
When at last, you can trust yourself to me
For a change, I suggest, that our marriage not be like the rest
But a great deal less long and less gloomy
For our bridemaids we'll choose only dancers from reviews
And only ushers who can turn somersaults
And the old wedding march, so pretentious and so arch
Will give way to a lively waltz
When we waltz down the aisle
Won't the neighbours have the vapours
When we two start the style
Of a waltz down the aisle
What a crush, what a rush
Delegations, populations
Will be there wearing a smile
When we waltz down the aisle
Just a moment of delaying
Then the organ starts to boom
What is that thing he's playing
Why it's "here comes the bride and the groom"
Off we go, to and fro
To the altar, and the halter
What a treat, for the rank and file
When we waltz down the aisle
Just a moment of delaying
Then the organ starts to boom
What is that thing he's playing
Why it's "here comes the bride and the groom"
Off we go, to and fro
To the altar, and the halter
What a treat for the rank and file
When we waltz down the aisle
Dinsdag 24 december 1996
Un Giorno Per Noi
Un Giorno Per Noi ((aka Ai Giochi Addio (by Andrea Griminelli & Luciano Pavarotti) - 2001))
((Adapted from: Love Theme From Romeo And Juliet (aka In Capulet's Tomb) (by Nino Rota) - 1968))
Composer(s): Larry Kusik - Eddie Snyder - Nino Rota - Cheope
Performer(s): Josh Groban - 2006
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - A Time For Us (by Shirley Bassey)
1968 - What Is A Youth? (by Glen Weston)
1969 - Um Momento Para Nós (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
Un giorno sa, per noi verra
La liberta di amarci qui senza limiti
E fiorira il sogno a noi negato
Si svelera l'amor celato ormai
Un giorno sai, per vivere
La vita che ci sfugge qui
L'amore in noi superera
Gli ostacoli e le maree delle avversita (dell'ostilita)
E ci sara anche per noi nel mondo Un tempo in cui l'amore vincera
Per te per me
L'amore in noi superera
Gli ostacoli e le maree delle avversita (dell'ostilita)
E ci sara anche per noi nel mondo Un tempo in cui l'amore vincera
Un tempo in cui l'amore vincera
Dinsdag 24 december 1996
Waltz At Maxim's
Waltz At Maxim's
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Hank Jones;
and various other artists
She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight
So disarming, soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she's not thinking of me
In her eyes tonight
There's a glow tonight
They're so bright they could light
Fountainbleu tonight
She's so gracious
So vivacious
She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out a part
What a rollicking, frollicking bore!
She's such fun tonight
She's a treat tonight
You could spread her on bread
She's so sweet tonight
So devoted, sugar-coated
That it's heart-warming to see
Oh, she's simmering with love
Oh, she's shimmering with love
Oh, she's not thinking of me!
She is not thinking of me
Someone has set her on fire
Is is Jacques?
Is it Paul or Leon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh she's hot but it's not
For Gaston!
Oh, she's gay tonight
Oh, so gay tonight
A gigantic romantic cliche tonight
How she blushes
How she gushes
How she fills me with ennui!
She's so ooh la la la la
So untrue la la la la!
Oh, she's not thinking of me!
Maandag 23 december 1996
A Time For Love
