Woensdag 20 augustus 1997
We've Got Tonight
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We've Got Tonight
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Dinsdag 19 augustus 1997
Adjö Angelina
Adjö Angelina
((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Mikael Wiehe
Performer(s): Mikael Wiehe & Ebba Forsberg - 2006
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
Adjö, Angelina
Min kronas juvel
har bli'tt stulen av tjuvar
Jag måste följa dess sken
Trumpeterna klagar
så dystert och dovt
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen står i lågor
och jag måste gå
Det finns inget jag ångrar
eller önskar tillbaks
Det finns inte nå'n orsak
till hämnd eller hat
Två stolar står tomma
på en vindpinad strand
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har förändrats
och man får gå dit man kan
En kung och en drottning
har lämnat sitt slott
Ogräset frodas
där tronen har stått
Där tärnorna dansade
finns ingenting kvar
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har mörknat
och jag ger mej av
Skönheten gråter
i odjurets famn
Mördarna skjuter
till måls på varann'
Grannarna skriker av skräck
vid vart skott
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har gått sönder
Jag måste skynda mej bort
Medan sanningen sover
sin sötaste sömn
blir orätten prisad
och lögnen berömd
Låt dom döda få sova
och vila i frid
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen är sorgsen
och jag bidar min tid
Krigets kanoner
mullrar på hållKlockornas visare
går emot noll
Du kan kalla mej allt
man kan kalla nå'n för
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har kallnat
Jag måste stänga min dörr
Dinsdag 19 augustus 1997
We've Got The Gold
We've Got The Gold
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor
You're walking on your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor
I'm waiting at your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
Maandag 18 augustus 1997
Adeline
Adeline
Composer(s): Félix Gray
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'aurais laissé mes rêves d'enfant
Mes souvenirs d'adolescent
J'aurais fait d'elle une autre loi
Même s'il y en a d'autres avant moi
Quand Adeline danse comme ça
Rien qu'à la regarder sourire
Rien qu'à l'entendre tout me dire
Des mots d'amour en porcelaine
Des rêves fous derrière le ciel
Adeline fait de l'ombre au soleil
Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse
J'aurais tout laissé sans un mot
Sans un regret, sans un sanglot
Tout abandonné derrière moi
Même les rêves que je n'ai pas
Quand Adeline danse pour moi
Ouais, j'aurais déchiré toutes les lettres
Des amoureux fous des poètes
Qui n'ont plus de raison de vivre
Ils auraient trop de mal à suivre
La danse d'Adeline m'enivre
Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Oh! Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Oh! Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Oh! Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Ouais quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse
Maandag 18 augustus 1997
Wet Dream
Wet Dream
Composer(s): Kip Addotta; Biff Manard
Performer(s): Kip Addotta
It was April the 41st - it being a quadruple leap year
and I was driving in downtown Atlantis
My Barracuda was in the shop so I was driving a red Stingray
and it was overheating, so I pulled into a Shell station
They said I'd blown a seal
I said, "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay?"
While they were doing that I went across the street to the Oyster Bar - real dive
But I knew the owner, Gill, 'cause he used to play ball the Dolphins
I said, "Hi,Gill!" - you have to yell, he's hard of herring
So I bellied up the sand bar, ordered a Rusty Snail, hold the grunion
with a peanut butter and jelly fish sandwich on the side, heavy on the maco
I was feeling good
I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry's Squids, for the halibut
Well, the place was crowded
We were packed in like sardines
They were probably there to hear the Big Band sounds of Tommy Dorsil
He was rockin' the place with a very popular tuna: Salmon-chanted Evening
and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers - probably there to see the bass player
Well, one of them was this cute little yellow tail, and she's givin' me the eye
So I figured this was my chance for a little fun - you know, piece of Pisces...
but she said things I just couldn't fathom, she was too deep
seemed to be under a lot of pressure
And boy could she drink
She drank like a... she drank a lot
And then she gives me that same old line, "Not tonight, I gotta haddock"
And she wasn't kiddin' either, 'cause in walked the biggest, meanest lookin' haddock
I'd ever seen come down the pike
He was covered with muscles
He said, "Hey, shrimp, don't you come trollin' around here"
I said, "Abalone, you're just bein' shelfish"
Well, I could tell there was gonna be trouble and so could Gill
'cause he was already on the phone to the cods
The haddock hit me with a sucker punch
I landed him with a left hook
He eeled over
It was a fluke, but there he was lying on the deck flat as a mackerel
I said, "Forget the cods, Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon"
Well, the yellow tail was pretty impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend
She said, "Hey, big buoy, you're really a game fish
What's your name?" I said..., "Marlin"
After that we had a whale of a time
I took her to dinner
I took her to dance
I even bought her a bouquet of flounders, on porpoise
And what did I get for my troubles?
A case of the clams
Zondag 17 augustus 1997
Adelante
Adelante
Composer(s): Mario De Jesús
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Adelante quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea
como estoy llorando de amargo dolor
Es tan difícil controlar tanta amargura
que no me importa terminar en la locura
Si ya murió mi viejo amor ¿para qué vivo?
si ya no tengo valor, si ya no tengo valor de nada sirvo
Adelante, quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor
Adelante, quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor
Zondag 17 augustus 1997
Western Union
Western Union
Composer(s): Roy Bennett; Sid Tepper
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Western Union
Oh, Western Union clickety clack
I had a fight with my baby
Ooh how sorry I am
She won't talk to me no how
I'm gonna send a telegram
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
She won't open my letters
She won't answer the phone
When I'm a-ringin' her doorbell
She says there ain't nobody home
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
I love you is my message
Just three words and no more
If she won't let you deliver
Slip it underneath her door
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
Zaterdag 16 augustus 1997
Adelaide, Adelaide
Adelaide, Adelaide
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Unaccustomed as I am to getting married
I am taking this occasion here to say
That me and Adelaide are finally naming the day
Though she knows deep in her heart
I'm a phoney and I'm a fake
She wants five children to start
Five's a difficult point to make, but..
Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-loving Adelaide
Is taking a chance on me
Taking a chance I'll be respectable and nice
Give up cards and dice, and go for shoes and rice
So gentlemen, deal me out, do not try to feel me out
I got no more evenings free (you may scratch me)
Since Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide
Is taking a chance (talk about your long shot)
Taking a chance on me>
Zaterdag 16 augustus 1997
Western Movies
Western Movies
Composer(s): Cliff Goldsmith; Fred Smith
Performer(s): The Olympics;
Jive Bunny & The Mastermixers; The Orangu-Tones
To save my soul I can't get a date
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up the land
Ah...um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot 'em up Pow
Ah..um..
My babe loves the Western Movies
I call my baby on the telephone
To tell her half my head was gone
I just got hit by a great big brick
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot em up pow
Ah...um...
My baby loves the Western movies
Well there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh
Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord
A broken arrow has broken my heart
A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson
Unties my baby and the fight was won
Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the western movies
Bam bam shoot em up pow
Ah um, my baby loves the western movies
Vrijdag 15 augustus 1997
Adelaide
Adelaide
Paul Kelly & the Messengers
The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
We lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed
Counting and running as I go
Down past the hedges all in a row
In Adelaide, Adelaide
Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
I was thirteen I never dreamed he could fall
And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
I rang the bells I never felt nothing at all
All the king's horses all the king's men
Cannot bring him back again
Find me a bar or a girl or guitar where do you go on a Saturday night?
I own this town I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
And the streets are so wide everybody's inside
Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
(This is my town!)
All the king's horses all the king's men
Wouldn't drag me back again
to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide...
Vrijdag 15 augustus 1997
Westering Home
Westering Home
Composer(s): Hugh S. Robertson
Performer(s): The McCalmans;
and various other artists
Westering home and a song in the air
Light in the eye and its good by to care
Laughter o love and a welcoming there
Isle of my heart my own land
Tell me a tale of the Orient gay
Tell me of riches that come from Cathay
Ah but it's grand to be waken at day
And find oneself nearer to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love
Where are the folks like the folks of the west
Canty and couthy and kindly, our best
There I would hie me and there I would rest
At home with my own folks in Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love
Now I'm at home and at home I do lay
Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
I'll hop a good ship and be on my way
And bring back my fortune to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love
Donderdag 14 augustus 1997
Address Unknown
Address Unknown
Performer(s): The Ink Spots
Address Unknown - not even a trace of you
Oh what I'd give to see the face of you
I was a fool to stay away from you so long
I should have known there'd come a day when you'd be gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
>From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Address Unknown - honey chile, I ain't even got a trace of ya
You know one thing?
I'd give anything in the world just to see the face of ya
I was a fool to stay away from you and everything else so long
I should have been diplomatic and figured that some day
You'd be solid gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Donderdag 14 augustus 1997
Westbound #9
Westbound #9
Composer(s): Daphne Dumas; Ronald Dunbar; Edith Wayne
Performer(s): Flaming Ember
Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine
Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time
He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine
My Pa is with his moonshine friends
Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin
Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls
Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin
But like Pa and all the rest
He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face
As if I was nothing but a past mistake
Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in
Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin
Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin
I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been
Westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine
Woensdag 13 augustus 1997
Addicted To Spuds
Addicted To Spuds
((Adapted from: Addicted To Love (by Robert Palmer) - 1985))
Composer(s): Robert Palmer - "Weird Al" Yankovic
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1986
Potato skins, potato cakes
Hash browns, and instant flakes
Baked or boiled or french fried
There's no kind you haven't tried
You planned a trip to Idaho
Just to watch potatoes grow
I understand how you must feel
I can't deny they've got appeal
Whoah
You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah
Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough
You know, you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds
Your greasy hands, your salty lips
Looks like you found the chips
Your belly aches, your teeth grind
Some tater tots would blow your mind
And you don't mind if they're not cooked
You need your fix, I guess you're hooked
And late at night you always dream
Of bacon bits and sour cream
Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah
Whee, It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Ooh yeah
I'm givin' up, it's just no use
Another case of spud abuse
What can I say, what can I do
Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo
I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah
Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat
Now I'm gonna have to face it
I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Woensdag 13 augustus 1997
Wervin'
Wervin'
Composer(s): Carla Bley
Performer(s): Nick Mason
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you need a doctor?
Swervin' and curvin'
Are you pocket trained?
Do you like to Werve?
Do you have the nerve?
Do you need a doctor
When you start to swerve?
Are you pocket trained
Goin' 'round a curve?
Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you save the coupons?
Swervin' and curvin'
Can I borrow your suit?
Can you Werve like a bird
Or do you find it absurd?
Did you come prepurd?
Can I borrow your suit?
Do you find it unnervin'
Or pleasantly disturbin'
Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you have your 'chute?
Swervin' and curvin'
Does your mother know?
Do you worry when you Werve?
Are you scared when you swerve?
Do you get what you deserve
When you go around a curve?
I can see your house
Have you lost your nerve?
Can you Werve?
Werve
Werve
Werve
Dinsdag 12 augustus 1997
Addicted To Love
Addicted To Love ((aka Addicted to Spuds (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986))
Composer(s): Robert Palmer
First release by: Robert Palmer - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Dinsdag 12 augustus 1997
Werewolves Of London
Werewolves Of London
Composer(s): LeRoy Marinell; Waddy Wachtel; Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
{Refrain}
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
{Refrain}
Heh!
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, jim
Ha, I'd like to meet his tailor
{Refrain}
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ha, draw blood
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Maandag 11 augustus 1997
Addicted
Addicted
Composer(s): Cheryl Wheeler
Performer(s): Dan Seals
She says she hates to sleep alone, but she'll do it tonight
She wants to grab her telephone, but she knows it ain't right
So if he won't call, she'll survive, and if he don't care, she'll get by
Climb into bed, bury her head, and cry
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been
They were delirious with love, they were certain to win
Now he's breaking plans more and more
And he's leaving notes on her door
Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down
He said, "I guess I should have told you before"
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing,
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string
It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in
And she don't know which way to move
She wants to be fair, she couldn't say he was ever unkind
But if she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind
'Cause he just keeps himself so apart and there's no one else in her heart
So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard
She's determined to try, but she'll still give in when he gives her a call
She'll ask herself why, but in the end it won't matter at all
Sure, she could sit at home, stay inside and sleep alone with her pride
And as she walks out that door, she feels as weak as before with nothing to hide
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string
It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in
And she don't know which way to move
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string
It hurts to feel like such a fool
And she don't know which way to move
It hurts to feel like such a fool
Maandag 11 augustus 1997
We're The Couple In The Castle
We're The Couple In The Castle
Composer(s): Hoagy Carmichael; Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Glenn Miller;
Lisa Hindmarsh; Claude Thornhill
We're at Nineteen Moonbeam Terrace
Overlooking Starlight Square
We're the couple in the castle
Way up high in the air
On the corner there's a cloud bank
And we bank our millions there
We're the couple in the castle
In the air
One day a daydream came a stealing
Through the gloomy part of town
Well, that daydream brought us way up here
And we'll never come down
Call us Lord and Lady Stardust
Call us crazy, we don't care
We're the couple in the castle
In the air
Zondag 10 augustus 1997
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