Vrijdag 10 januari 1997
War Child
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War Child
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Donderdag 9 januari 1997
Tua Boca
Tua Boca
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner - Zeca Baleiro - Capinan
Raimundo Fagner
Não é veneno
A tua boca
Quando chama a luz do dia
Quando diz que a chama é pouca
Quando ama tão vadia
Se reclama ser tão pouca
A outra boca que esvazia
Quando beija ou abandona
Quando clama entre as chamas Quando chia
Quando pia entre as ramas
Quando adoça é como ardia
Não é veneno quando mata
Quando salva e quando adia
Quando louca
Não é veneno a tua boca
Quando é coisa de magia
Quando cobra que se enrosca
Quando água que se afoga
Quando forca que alivia
Donderdag 9 januari 1997
War Song
War Song
Performer(s): Neil Young
In the mornin' when you wake up
you've got planes flyin' in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
all the lights in your eyes
There's a man who says he can put an end to war
They shot George Wallace down, he'll never walk around
mines are sleepin' in the sea
Blow those bridges down and burn that jungle down
kill those Vietnamese
There's a man who says he can put an end to war
In the mornin' when you wake up
you've got planes flyin' in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
all the lights in your eyes
There's a man who says he can put an end to war
Woensdag 8 januari 1997
True, True Love
True, True Love
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
I can't give you stars that shine
Or the moon above
All I have to offer you
Is a true, true love
A true, true love
That grows and grows
Forever and a day …
Not like the rose
That only grows awhile
Then fades away
Tomorrow's true, true love will be
More than it is today …
Tomorrow's true, true love will be
More than it is today
Woensdag 8 januari 1997
War Games
War Games
Composer(s): Stephen Stills
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash
Can you stop your instincts
Can you man your thought control, sir?
Will you give the last command
Or lie to a good soldier
I'm a doubter
I'm a fool
Let me be
All that I am
Chorus:
I am not so sure
What you want me for
Either your machine
Is a fool, or me ...
Now there is no time to wait
No time to think it over
Take the path, believe the math
You'll tell me when it's over
I'm a fighter
I've a question
Won't you answer me?
I have earned the right to know
And tell you what I see
Chorus:
I am not so sure
What you want me for
Either your machine
Is a fool, or me ...
Dinsdag 7 januari 1997
A Trick Of The Tail
A Trick Of The Tail
Composer(s): Tony Banks
Performer(s): Genesis
Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know
Gone were the towers he had known from a child
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road
The blinkered arcade
In search of another to share in his life
Nowhere
Everyone looked so strange to him
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt
Oh
No
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And his crazy description of home
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home
Dinsdag 7 januari 1997
War
War
Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield
Performer(s): Edwin Starr
Oh no-there's got to be a better way
Say it again
There's got to be a better way-yeah
What is it good for?
War has caused unrest
Among the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die?
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Yeah War-I despise
'Cos it means destruction
Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers how
When their sons go off to fight
And lose their lives
I said
War-huh
It's an enemy of all mankind
No point of war
'Cos you're a man
War has caused unrest
Among the younger generation
Give it to me one time-now
Give it to me one time-now
War has shattered
Many young men's dreams
We've got no place for it today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord, there's just got to be a better way
It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War
War
War-Good God, now
Now
Give it to me one time now
Now now
What is it good for?
Maandag 6 januari 1997
A Tree In The Park
A Tree In The Park
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Helen Morgan
and multiple other artists
When the noisy town lets its windows down
Little slaves are free at night
Then we'll soon retreet from the busy street
Till the crowds are out of sight
There's a rendezvous for lovers
Where we two can play
Very near your door, In the city's core
But it seems a millions miles away
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park
No one else around, but you and me in the dark
Just five minutes from your door-step
I'll wait for your step to come along
And the city's roar becomes a song
While I'm waiting, I discover more in your charms
Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms
And if there's a moon above you
I'll carve "I Love You" upon the bark
Underneath our little tree, inside the park
We'll make ev'ry bough shake, and wonder how
Two could be so nearly one
Ev'ry blade of grass sadly sighs, "Alas!"
Grass can never have such fun
In the desert town's oasis
We'll love 'neath the tree
It can't be amiss if the birdies kiss
We're as good as birds, aren't we?
Maandag 6 januari 1997
Wanting You
Wanting You
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Shirley Jones & Jack Cassidy;
and various other artists
Jack:
My heart is aching for someone
And you are that someone
You know the truth of my story
You must believe what you see
Shirley:
I, too, may someday love someone
From somewhere there'll come one
One who will hear the same story
That you're telling me.
Jack:
Wanting you, every day I am wanting you
Every night I am longing to
Hold you close to my eager breast
Shirley:
Wanting love, in that heaven I'm dreaming of
Makes that heaven seem far above
Any hope that I'll gain my quest
Both:
Dreams are vain, but I cling to the
Merest chance that you may hear me
Dreams are vain, for whenever I wake
I never find you near me
Wanting you, nothing else in this world will do
In this world you are all that I adore
All I adore
Zondag 5 januari 1997
A Tree In The Meadow
A Tree In The Meadow
Composer(s): Billy Reid
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting
and multiple other artists
There's a tree in the meadow
With a stream drifting by
And carved upon that tree I see
"I love you till I die"
I will always remember
The love in your eye
The day you carved upon that tree
"I love you till I die"
But further on down lovers' lane
A silhouette I see
I know you're kissing someone else
I wish that it were me
By that tree in the meadow
My thoughts always lie
And wherever you go, you'll always know
I love you till I die
Zondag 5 januari 1997
Wanted Man (Frankie Laine)
Wanted Man
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Lee J. Pockriss
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bullet in my shoulder
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse and they're never
Gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always, always, always on the run
I killed poor Jed Kline in bad Laredo fight
Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night
Jed's brother's out to get me
He's comin' with a gang
But I'd rather shoot it out, by God
Than let 'em watch me hang
Bullet in my shoulder!!
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
She had spangles on her red dress
She had laughter in her voice
When he tried to put his hands on her
My heart left me no choice
But was she really worth it?
Well, I guess I'll never know
She'll be drinking someone else's rye
When I'm six feet below
Bullet in my shoulder!!
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
A wanted man
A wanted man
On the run
Zaterdag 4 januari 1997
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'ai r'péré, l'endroit est "classe"
T'entendrais voler un fax
Détends-toi, cool, sois relax
"Garçon !... la carte !... " alors, dis-moi c' qui s'passe
J'en suis sûr, tu vas me dire qu'un' fois d' plus elle t'a laissé tomber
C'est pas pour m' vanter, pour dire, mais faudra bien t'y habituer
Quand j' te parle, tu n'entends rien
Tu t' répands dans ton chagrin
Tu monologues, j' me mets sur "pause"
On est deux mais y a qu' toi qui cause
Toi tu as la prétention d'être modeste, facile à gérer
J' la connais pas, j'imagine, un' saint faut t' respirer
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Tu n' perds pas le sens du pratique
Même dans les moments les plus critiques
T'as pensé à m'inviter... merci...
Mais t'as oublié ton chéquier
Je te fais don de mon crédit toutes les fois où t'as b'soin d' moi
Je crois comm' ça qu'on est quitte, que ça n'arrive qu'à toi
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Zaterdag 4 januari 1997
Wanted Man (Johnny Cash)
Wanted Man
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Wanted man in California
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad
I got sidetracked in El Paso
Stopped to get myself a map
Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back
Went to sleep in Shreveport
Woke up in Abilene
Wonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way in between
Wanted man in Albuquerque
Wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee
Wanted man in Baton Rouge
There's somebody set to grab me
Anywhere that I might be
And wherever you might look tonight
You might get a glimpse of me
Wanted man in California
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
Vrijdag 3 januari 1997
À Tout Jamais
À Tout Jamais
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand nous aurons fermé les yeux
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
À l'instant du dernier adieu
J'en aurai encore du regret
J'en aurai encore du remords
Et partirai avec ma peine
Et pour peu que je me souvienne
Ce mal n'en sera que plus fort
Car nous avons fermé nos coeurs
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Pour remplacer tant de bonheur
Par du chagrin et des regrets
Lorsque les siècles bout à bout
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Aurons mis le passé sur nous
Et que l'oubli sera complet
S'il reste encore une lueur
S'il reste encore un rien de flamme
Sous la cendre tiède de l'âme
Qui paraît-il jamais ne meurt
Pour trouver le calme infini
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Tout comme au temps de notre vie
Mon amour je te chercherai
T'appellerai
Te trouverai
Te garderai
À tout jamais
Vrijdag 3 januari 1997
Wanted
Wanted
Composer(s): Jack Fulton; Lois Steele
Performer(s): Perry Como;
and various other artists
Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me
Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning that we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me
Donderdag 2 januari 1997
À Tout Casser
À Tout Casser
Composer(s): G. Aber - Johnny Hallyday - T. Brown
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
À plein gaz il faut choisir dans la vie
Je ne veux pas marcher au ralenti
Pour gagner je prends tous les raccourcis
Si je gagne un jour alors vous direz
Il est à tout casser
Il est à tout casser
À tout casser
En amour je ne fais pas de roman
Comme je suis on me laisse on me prend
Mais comme pour ma moto à cent pour cent
Il faut aimer ça pour vivre avec moi
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
À plein gaz je préfère ma liberté
Tout ou rien mais jamais la moitié
Ce qui est moi faut pas y toucher
Dans ces moments là toujours malgré moi
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
À tout casser
Donderdag 2 januari 1997
Want More
Want More
Composer(s): Aston Barrett
Performer(s): Bob Marley & The Wailers
Now you get what you want
Do you want more?
(want more)
Now you get what you want
Do you want more?
(want more)
You think it's the end
But it's just the beginning
You think it's the end
But it's just the beginning
Go down back-biter, down back-bite; down back-biter, down back-bite!
Down back-biter, down back-biter; down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
In the valley of decision
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
You think it's the end
Do you want more?
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
Now: what you want?
Want more? Want more?
Now: what you get?
Want more? Want more?
Now - Now: do you want more?
You think it's the end: (think it's the end)
Do you want more? (want more) (you think it's the end)
(Now: what you want?
Want more? Want more?
Now: what you get?
Want more? Want more?)
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
