Maandag 25 augustus 1997
What A Beautiful Day
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What A Beautiful Day
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Zondag 24 augustus 1997
Addio Angelina
Addio Angelina
((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Luigi Albertelli
Performer(s): Bobby Solo - 1970
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Adieu Angélina (Nana Mouskouri)
2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)
Addio Angelina
le campane della corona
sono state rubate dai banditi
Io devo seguirne il suono
Il triangolo tintinna
e le trombe suonano lente
Addio Angelina
Il cielo va a fuoco
e devo andare
Non c'è bisogno di arrabbiarsi
Non c'è bisogno di incolpare
Non c'è niente da provare
Tutto è sempre uguale
Come una tavola vuota
sul bordo del mare
Addio Angelina
il cielo trema
e devo partire
I fanti e le regine
hanno abbandonato la corte
Cinquantadue zingare
ora sfilano davanti alle guardie
Nello spazio dove il due
e l'asso una volta correvano veloci
Addio Angelina
il cielo si piega
Ci rivedremo tra un attimo
Guarda i pirati con gli occhi storti che siedono
appollaiati al sole
mentre sparano ai barattoli
con un fucile a canne mozze
Ed i vicini applaudono
ed esultano ad ogni colpo
Addio Angelina
il cielo sta cambiando colore
e devo andarmene di corsa
King Kong e i folletti
ballano sui tetti
dei tanghi in stile Valentino
mentre le mani dell'uomo truccato
chiudono gli occhi del morto
per non imbarazzare nessuno
Addio Angelina
Il cielo è imbarazzato
e devo andare
Le mitragliatrici ruggiscono
i burattini tirano pietre
i demoni inchiodano bombe ad orologeria
alle mani degli orologi
Chiamami con qualsiasi nome tu voglia
non lo negherò mai
Addio Angelina
il cielo sta eruttando
e devo andare dove c'è quiete
Zondag 24 augustus 1997
Wharf Rat
Wharf Rat
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia; Robert Hunter
Performer(s): Grateful Dead;
Midnight Oil; Michael Rose
Old man down
Way down down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty
Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story
My name is August West
And I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
More than my wine
More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine
Everyone said
I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them
Half of my life
I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime
The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine
But I'll get back on my feet again someday
The good Lord willin', if
He says I may
I know that the life I'm livin's no good
I'll get a new start, live the life I should
I'll get up and fly away
I'll get up and fly away, fly away
Pearly's been true
True to me, true to my dyin' day he said
I said to him
I said to him, "I'm sure she's been"
I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you"
Got up and wandered
Wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around
I've got a girl
Named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me
I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me
Zaterdag 23 augustus 1997
Adieu Mon Coeur
Adieu Mon Coeur
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Marguerite Monnot
Adieu mon cœur
On te jette au malheur
Tu n'auras pas mes yeux
Pour mourir...
Adieu mon cœur
Les échos du bonheur
Font tes chants tristes
Autant qu'un repentir
Autrefois tu respirais le soleil d'or
Tu marchais sur des trèsors
On était vagabonds
On aimait les chansons
Ç'a fini dans les prisons
Adieu mon cœur
On te jette au malheur
Tu n'auras pas mes yeux
Pour mourir...
Adieu mon cœur
Les échos du bonheur
Font tes chants tristes
Autant qu'un repentir...
Un repentir...
Zaterdag 23 augustus 1997
Wham! Bam! Thank You, Mam!
Wham! Bam! Thank You, Mam!
Composer(s): Hank Penny
Performer(s): Dean Martin
(Wham bam thank you ma'am I hope you're satisfied)
I never knew what love would do 'til I saw your smile
And when I did I flipped my lid and almost went plum wild
But now I know I'll never show my love to anyone
'cause wham bam you broke my heart and I hope that you had fun
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) Hope you're satisfied
You took my heart and tore it apart you hurt me deep inside
I'll never be a fool again you really crushed my pride
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) Hope you're satisfied
I looked at you and thought I knew just how the game was played
My shirt tail ran right up my back just like a window shade
I cross my heart I'll never start to pal for anyone
'cuz wham bam you broke my heart and hope that you had fun
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) Hope you're satisfied
You took my heart and you tore it apart you hurt me deep inside
I'll never be a fool again you really crushed my pride
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) and I hope you're satisfied
I made a mess of things I guess but now I'll recognize
The next young thing that tries to say its a love-light in her eye
The love light that you spoke about was only just a flame
'cuz every tome you meet a man it lights right up again
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) Hope you're satisfied
You took my heart and you tore it apart you hurt me deep inside
I'll never be a fool again you really crushed my pride
(Wham bam thank you ma'am) I hope you're satisfied
Vrijdag 22 augustus 1997
Twenty-Four Hours A Day
Twenty-Four Hours A Day
Composer(s): James F. Hanley - Arthur Swanstrom
Performer(s): Billie Holiday
and multiple other artists
Like a little old-fashioned music box
With just one tune to play
My heart keeps singing "I love you!"
Twenty four hours a day!
Like a little old-fashioned music box
That gets to know the tune
My heart keeps missing a heartbeat
Singing its song about you
And although the song we know is old
It's still the sweetest story ever told
By a little old-fashioned music box
With just one tune to play
My heart keeps singing "I love you!"
Twenty four hours a day!
Vrijdag 22 augustus 1997
Whaling Stories
Whaling Stories
Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen!
Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by
Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high
Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream
Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
Donderdag 21 augustus 1997
I'm Gonna Love That Guy (Like He's Never Been Loved Before)
I'm Gonna Love That Guy (Like He's Never Been Loved Before)
Composer(s): Frances Ash
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists
I've made a list
Of the things that I've missed
And wanted to do
And right at the head
In letters of red
Is the first of the few
This promise I've made
Cross my heart, hope to die
Is the first of the first
For my honey and I
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
I'm gonna show that guy
He's the fella that I adore
When he's in my arms again
Our dreams will all come true
Then the years between
Might never have been
We'll be starting our lives anew
I'm gonna kiss that guy
Like he's ever been kissed before
And though I miss that guy
It will be worth waiting for
We'll never part again
He'll hold my heart again
For ever and evermore
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
I'm gonna show that guy
He's the fella that I adore
We'll never part again
He'll hold my heart again
For ever and evermore
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
Donderdag 21 augustus 1997
We've Only Just Begun
We've Only Just Begun
Composer(s): Roger Nichols; Paul Williams
Performer(s): The Carpenters
We've only just begun to live, white lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
(we've only begun)
Before the risin' sun we fly, so many roads to choose
We start out walkin' and learn to run
(and yes we've just begun)
Sharin' horizons that are new to us
Watchin' the signs along the way
Talkin' it over just the two of us
Workin' together day to day (together)
And when the evenin' comes, we smile
so much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
(And yes we've just begun)
Sharin' horizons that are new to us
Watchin' the signs along the way
Talkin' it over just the two of us
Workin' together day to day (together, together)
And when the evenin' comes, we smile
so much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes we've just begun
Woensdag 20 augustus 1997
Adieu Angélina
Adieu Angélina
((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Pierre Delanoë - Hugues Aufray
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)
Adieu Angélina les cloches de la couronne
Ont été volées à l'aube je les entends qui sonnent
Et je me dépêche je dois les rattraper
Adieu Angélina le ciel est en feu
Et je m'en vais
Ce n'est pas la peine d'en faire une affaire
Ce n'est pas la peine d'ameuter toute la terre
C'est une table vide sur le bord de la mer
Adieu Angélina le ciel a tremblé
Je dois m'en aller
Les rois et les reines quittent la basse cour
Deux cents bohémiennes sont entrées à la cour
Dans la salle du tout va rien ne va plus pour moi
Adieu Angélina le ciel s'écroule
Je te verrai plus tard
Regarde ces pirates dans la Voie Lactée
Qui tirent sur des boîtes avec un canon scié
Les voisins applaudissent poussent des cris de joie
Adieu Angélina le ciel se décolore
Je dois me sauver
King Kong et les elfes vont danser sur les toits
De longs tangos typiques tandis que de leurs doigts
Des maquilleurs s'escriment à fermer les yeux de la mort
Adieu Angélina le ciel est trop sombre
Je dois m'échapper
Les mitrailleuses crépitent les poupées mobilisent
Des bombes au plastique éclatent dans les églises
Appelle-moi comme tu veux je ne discute pas
Mais adieu Angélina le ciel se déchaîne
Je vais chercher la paix
Woensdag 20 augustus 1997
We've Got Tonight
We've Got Tonight
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger
I know it's late, I know you're weary
I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely
Longing for shelter from all that we see
Why should we worry, no one will care girl
Look at the stars so far away
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
We've got tonight babe
Why don' you stay?
Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely
All of my hopes, fading away
I've longed for love, like everyone else does
I know I'll keep searching, even after today
So there it is girl, I've said it all now
And here we are babe, what do you say?
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
We've got tonight babe
Why don't you stay?
I know it's late, I know you're weary
I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely
Both of us lonely
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
Let's make it ast, let's find a way
Turn out the light, come take my hand now
We've got tonight babe
Why don't you stay?
Why don't you stay?
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
