Dinsdag 4 februari 1997
Wasting My Life Away
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Wasting My Life Away
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Maandag 3 februari 1997
A Voz Do Dono E O Dono Da Voz
A Voz Do Dono E O Dono Da Voz
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Até quem sabe a voz do dono
Gostava do dono da voz
Casal igual a nós, de entrega e de abandono
De guerra e paz, contras e prós
Fizeram bodas de acetato - de fato
Assim como os nossos avós
O dono prensa a voz, a voz resulta um prato
Que gira para todos nós
O dono andava com outras doses
A voz era de um dono só
Deus deu ao dono os dentes, Deus deu ao dono as nozes
Às vozes só deu seu dó
Porém a voz ficou cansada após
Cem anos fazendo a santa
Sonhou se desatar de tantos nós
Nas cordas de outra garganta
A louca escorregava nos lencóis
Chegou a sonhar amantes
E, rouca, regalar os seus bemóis
Em troca de alguns brilhantes
Enfim, a voz firmou contrato
E foi morar com novo algoz
Queria-se pensar, queria ser um prato
Girar e se esquecer, veloz
Foi revelada na assembléia - atéia
Aquela situação atroz
A voz foi infiel trocando de traquéia
E o dono foi perdendo a voz
E o dono foi perdendo a linha - que tinha
E foi pedendo a luz e além
E disse: Minha voz, se vós não sereis minha
Vós não sereis de mais ninguém
(O que é bom para o dono é bom para a voz)
Maandag 3 februari 1997
Wasted Words
Wasted Words
Composer(s): Gregg Allman
Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Can you tell me, tell me, friend
just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask?
I'll pay you back no matter what the task
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know
take that load off, looks like chest's about to go
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?
Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope you lose
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no?
Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean
'cause baby, I don't know how
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see
find that broke down line and let it be
Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV
Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me
Zondag 2 februari 1997
À Vot' Bon Coeur
À Vot' Bon Coeur
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Je n'ai pas d'auto
Je n'ai pas de vélo
Les trams sont en grève
Et je dois aller
Voir ma petite poupée
Et les heures sont brèves
Y'a déjà trois heures
Que je ballade mon coeur
Le long des boulevards
Pour mieux me faire voir
Par les conducteurs
J'agite un mouchoir
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
Voyez mes fleurs Monsieur
Elles vont s'faner Monsieur
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
Je vous en prie Monsieur
Ne me laissez pas sur le carreau!
Ah voilà enfin l'homme
Qui mettra fin à cette marche forcée
Cet homme est un saint
Ce n'est pas en vain
Que j'aurais prié
Ah! maudit soit-il
Ce n'était qu'un fil
Qui s'est détaché
Une panne de moteur
Et le joli coeur
Voudrait me faire pousser
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur
Poussez un peu Monsieur
Et vous monterez Monsieur
Voilà, voilà, Monsieur
Mais ne partez pas Monsieur
Attendez-moi Monsieur
Et me voilà le bec dans l'eau!
Ca c'est un peu fort
C'est un coup du sort
Y a de quoi râler
Tant pis si je suis mort
Mais je battrai les records
De la marche à pied!
Zondag 2 februari 1997
Wasted On The Way
Wasted On The Way
Composer(s): Graham Nash
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash;
The Hollies; Makaha Sons of Ni'ihau; Manoa DNA
Look around me, I can see my life before me
running rings around the way it used to be
I am older now, I have more than what I wanted
but I wish that I had started long before I did
And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn
time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away
Oh, when you were young, did you question all the answers?
Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve?
Look round you now, you must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved
And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn
time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away
And there's so much love to make up everywhere you turn
love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away
Zaterdag 1 februari 1997
À Votre Avis
À Votre Avis
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall
Je téléphone à une amie
Pour qu'elle se penche sur ma vie
Et que je laisse à son avis
Je ne sais plus ce que j'ai dit
Et je durci ma loi de lui
Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Mais j'ai besoin de lui
Comme il a besoin de moi
Je peux tout xxxxxx
Et que peut-il sans moi?
Puisqu'il a besoin de moi
Je parle aux arbres des chemins
Je leur demande mon destin
Est-ce que je l'aime à leur avis
Et son absence me fait peur
Me fait découvrir la douleur
Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Mais j'ai besoin de lui
Comme il a besoin de moi
Je peux tout xxxxxxxx
Et que peut-il sans moi?
Puisqu'il a besoin de moi
Et que peut-il sans moi?
Puisqu'il a besoin de moi
De moi
Zaterdag 1 februari 1997
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights
Composer(s): Wayne Duncan; Freddy Fender;
Baldemar Huerta; Huey P. Meaux
Performer(s): Freddy Fender
Wasted days and wasted nights
I have left for you behind
for you don't belong to me
your heart belongs to someone else
Why should I keep loving you
when I know that you're not true?
And why should I call your name
when you're to blame
for making me blue?
(chorus)
Don't you remember the day
that you went away and left me?
I was so lonely
prayed for you only
my love
Why should I keep loving you
when I know that you're not true?
And why should I call your name
when you're to blame
for making me blue?
(Chorus)
Wasted days and wasted nights
I have left for you behind
for you don't belong to me
your heart belongs to someone else
Why should I keep loving you
when I know that you're not true?
And why should I call your name
when you're to blame
for making me blue?
Vrijdag 31 januari 1997
A Volta Do Malandro
A Volta Do Malandro
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Bia
Eis o malandro na praça outra vez
Caminhando na ponta dos pés
Como quem pisa nos corações
Que rolaram nos cabarés
Entre deusas e bofetões
Entre dados e coronéis
Entre parangolés e patrões
O malandro anda assim de viés
Deixa balançar a maré
E a poeira assentar no chão
Deixa a praça virar um salão
Que o malandro é o barão da ralé
Vrijdag 31 januari 1997
Wassail Song
Wassail Song
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Alfred Deller
and multiple other artists
Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green
Here we come a wand'ring
So fair to be seen
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We are not daily beggars
Who beg from door to door
But we are neighbor's children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin
We want some of your small change
To line it well within
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
God bless the Master of this house
Likewise the Mistress too
And all the little children
That round the table go
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
Donderdag 30 januari 1997
A Voice In The Wilderness
A Voice In The Wilderness
Composer(s): Bunny Lewis - Norrie Paramor
Performer(s): Cliff Richard; The Hunters
My heart was so heavy with longing for you
My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue
Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry
A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say
Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day
And though there was no-one, nobody to see
A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind
Why did you leave me, love made me blind
My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch
Have pity, come back now, I need you so much
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love.
My heart was so heavy with longing for you
My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue
Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry
A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say
Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day
And though there was no-one, nobody to see
A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind
Why did you leave me, love made me blind
My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch
Have pity, come back now, I need you so much
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above
A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Donderdag 30 januari 1997
Wasp Man
Wasp Man
Composer(s): Keith Moon
Performer(s): The Who
Sting sting ha ha
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Wasp man, you're gonna get buzzed
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting, sting
Wasp man
Sting, sting, sting
Sting, sting, sting
Wasp man, gonna get buzzed
Wasp man, buzz
Wasp man, you're gonna get stung
Sting, sting, sting
Wasp man, get on runnin
Sting, sting, sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting, sting, sting
Bzzzzzzzz
Sting, sting, sting
Woensdag 29 januari 1997
A Voice For Peace
A Voice For Peace
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
You know that everybody has a voice
And how they use it is their own free choice
In your glory I will not rejoice
If you choose the ways of war
If you choose the ways of war
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
My country 'tis of thee; in God we trust
But how much longer will He shelter us
While we choose the ways of war
While the winds of war rage on
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Let it start here with me--oh let mine be a voice for peace
The good book tells us thou shalt not kill
The truth came shining and it's shining still
But how much blood upon this earth must spill
Before we lay our weapons down
Let us lay our weapons down
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Let it start here with me, oh let mine be a voice
And in the face of the beast, oh let mine be a voice
Until the breaths in me cease, oh let mine be a voice for peace
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace
Raise your voice up, raise your voice up
Raise your voice up and sing for the promise
Woensdag 29 januari 1997
Wasn't That A Party?
Wasn't That A Party?
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): Tom Paxton;
and various other artists
Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But won't you look at the mess I'm in?
A head like a football, I think I'm going to die
But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a Party?
Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat
They were talking about football
The cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn't that a party
It sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
but I believe I saw my buddy
Sittin' up in my neighbours tree
He was singin' a folk song
Sounded pretty good
Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn't made such a racket
Choppin' up my neighbor's wood
It coulda been his wood pile
It mighta been his door
I know she musta got three or four
But wasn't that a party?
Bill, and Joe and Tommy
Went a little far
They were sitting in the front yard
Blowing on the siren
Of somebody's police car
And so you see
Your Honour
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us down to see you
In an alcoholic haze
And I sure can use those thirty days
But wasn't that a party?
Dinsdag 28 januari 1997
A Vivir
A Vivir
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Nunca he creído en formulas ni en mensajes
me gusta más jugar a la contradicción
contra mí mismo voy a hacer una excepción
intentaré ser más directo en el lenguaje
en esta canción
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Si he sido críptico y poco claro en los versos
entono un mea culpa y suplico perdón
por ser ambiguo y aumentar la confusión
al proponer que la Razón del Universo
no es una ecuación
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Después de tanta palabra con doble filo
y de lecturas triples en cada renglón
de esta escritura no se saca una lección
para que el estratega duerma bien tranquilo
con su solución
A vivir, a vivir
que la vida no es medida
ni porvenir
A vivir, a vivir
que este mundo fue un segundo
del devenir
Dinsdag 28 januari 1997
Wasn't It Romantic?
Wasn't It Romantic?
Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Marshall Barer
Performer(s): Michael Feinstein
Though the world has grown cold
We can banish the chill
We can order the present to vanish at will
We can darken the room we can start the machine
And from here in the gloom as we gaze at the screen
We can step into yesterday still
We can step into yesterday still
Ohh wasn't it romantic
All storybook & song
You fragile as a snowflake
I resolute & strong
How lovely the glow that I recall
How lovely, to know that love was all
White willows in the moonlight
Bright silver in the street
Ohh did it really happen
Or was it just a dream?
No matter I still await
The moment when
I will know romance again
Isn't it romantic
Ohh wasn't it romantic
Music in the night
All storybook & song
A dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic
You fragile as a snowflake
Moving shadows write
I resolute & strong
The oldest magic word
How lovely the glow that I recall
I hear the breezes playing
In the trees above
How lovely, to know that love was all
While all the world is saying
you were meant for love
Isn't it romantic
White willows in the moonlight
Merely to be young
Bright silver in the street
on such a night as this
Isn't it romantic
Ohh did it really happen
Every note that's sung
Or was it just a dream?
Is like a lover's kiss
No matter I still await
Sweet symbols in the moonlight
The moment when
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
I will know romance again
Isn't it romance
Wasn't it romance
Maandag 27 januari 1997
A Visit From St. Nicholas
A Visit From St. Nicholas
Composer(s): Clement C. Moore
Performer(s): David Timson; Canadian Brass
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled!
His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf -
And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
Maandag 27 januari 1997
Washington, My Home
Washington, My Home
Composer(s): Helen Davis; Stuart Churchill
"This is my country
God gave it to me
I will protect it
Ever keep it free
Small towns and cities rest here in the sun
Filled with our laughter
Thy will be done
(refrain)
Washington, my home
Where ever I may roam
This is my land, my native land
Washington, my home
Our verdant forest green
Caressed by silv'ry stream
From mountain peak to fields of wheat
Washington, my home
There's peace you feel and understand
In this, our own beloved land
We greet the day with head held high
And forward ever is our cry
We'll happy ever be
As people always free
For you and me a destiny
Washington, my home
For you and me a destiny
Washington, my home"
Zondag 26 januari 1997
A Violeira
A Violeira
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Mônica Salmaso
and multiple other artists
Desde menina
Caprichosa e nordestina
Que eu sabia, a minha sina
Era no Rio vir morar
Em Araripe
Topei como chofer dum jipe
Que descia pra Sergipe
Pro Serviço Militar
Esse maluco
Me largou em Pernambuco
Quando um cara de trabuco
Me pediu pra namorar
Mais adiante
Num estado interessante
Um caixeiro viajante
Me levou pra Macapá
Uma cigana revelou que a minha sorte
Era ficar naquele Norte
E eu não queria acreditar
Juntei os trapos com um velho marinheiro
Viajei no seu cargueiro
Que encalhou no Ceará
Voltei pro Crato
E fui fazer artesanato
De barro bom e barato
Pra mó de economizar
Eu era um broto
E também fiz muito garoto
Um mais bem feito que o outro
Eles só faltam falar
Juntei a prole e me atirei no São Francisco
Enfrentei raio, corisco
Correnteza e coisa-má
Inda arrumei com um artista em Pirapora
Mais um filho e vim-me embora
Cá no Rio vim parar
Ver Ipanema
Foi que nem beber jurema
Que cenário de cinema
Que poema à beira-mar
E não tem tira
Nem doutor, nem ziguizira
Quero ver que é que tira
Nós aqui desse lugar
Será verdade
Que eu cheguei nessa cidade
Pra primeira autoridade
Resolver me escorraçar
Com tralha inteira
Remontar a Mantiqueira
Até chegar na corredeira
O São Francisco me levar
Me distrair
Nos braços de um barqueiro sonso
Despencar na Paulo Afonso
No oceano me afogar
Perder os filhos
Em Fernando de Noronha
E voltar morta de vergonha
Pro sertão de Quixadá
Tem cabimento
Depois de tanto tormento
Me casar com algum sargento
E todo sonho desmanchar
Não tem carranca
Nem trator, nem alavanca
Quero ver que é que arranca
Nós aqui desse lugar
Zondag 26 januari 1997
Wash Me In The Water
Wash Me In The Water
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Oh, wash me in the water that you wash your dirty daughter in
And I shall be whiter than the whitewash on the wall
On the wall...
Zaterdag 25 januari 1997
A View To A Kill
