Maandag 22 september 1997
What Do I Care?
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What Do I Care?
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Zondag 21 september 1997
Adrienne
Adrienne
Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King
Performer(s): Tommy James
Think I got me an angel
Somebody to love
Feel a trace of emotion
Ooh! Can't get enough!
I'm singin'
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Touch every good thing
Take 'em one by one
Feel scarlet together
Me an' Adrienne
I'm singin'
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Think I got me an angel
Somebody to love
Feel a trace of emotion
Lord! Can't get enough!
I'm singin'
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne
Oh, Adrienne ...
Zondag 21 september 1997
What Could Be Nicer (Mum The Kettle's Boiling)
What Could Be Nicer (Mum The Kettle's Boiling)
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Mum, the kettle's boiling
Daddy what's the time
Sis, look what you're doing
Can't you see the baby's crying
Tell your Uncle Tony
Helen wants to know
Did he get the letter
That she sent a week ago
All in all what could be nicer
Than two people young at heart
Looking forward to the future
That together they will start
When you think of all those people
Who are left out in the cold
All because they never dreamed
That they'd be written off as old
Mum, the kettle's boiling
Dad, 'ere what's the time
Sis, look what you're doing
Can't you see the baby's crying
Can't you see the baby's crying
Zaterdag 20 september 1997
Adrian
Adrian
Composer(s): Annie Lennox - David A. Stewart
Performer(s): Eurythmics
Adrian - don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering
And the world is slowly dawning
To wake up to a new clear morning
Some of them just half your age
Get written off, page by page...
Adrian don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering
Some of them just half your age
Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping
While your fears are in their keeping
All the planet's making haste
To blow to bits in outer space...
Adrian - don't you understand?
Zaterdag 20 september 1997
What Color (Is A Man)
What Color (Is A Man)
Composer(s): Marge Barton
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton; Bobby Bare
Once a little boy sat upon his daddy's knee
With picture and crayons in his hand
He said, when I grow up
This is the man I want to be
Daddy, what color is a man?
When I am a man
I want to be happy
I want to be strong and free
Want to be brave like the soldier
What crayon should I use to color me?
If you color him blue, son
He may not be a happy man
If you color him red, son
Someone may steal his land
If you color him green or yellow
He may be jealous and cowardly
If you color him black, son
He may never be free
Then he told his son
Put your crayons away
Try your best to understand
Man is never made of any color
And color never made any man
A man
(A man... a man... a man...)
A man
Vrijdag 19 september 1997
The Adoration Waltz
The Adoration Waltz
Composer(s): Larry Stock - Al Lewis
Performer(s): David Whitfield
Every time that I waltz with you
It's the adoration waltz
I adore everything you do
In the adoration waltz
From your head to the tips of your shoes
You're perfection without any faults
Skies are blue, dreams come true while I'm holding you
In the adoration waltz
From your head to the tips of your shoes
You're perfection without any faults
Skies are blue, dreams come true while I'm holding you
In the adoration waltz
Vrijdag 19 september 1997
What Can You Say In A Love Song?
What Can You Say In A Love Song?
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin; E.Y. Harburg; Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Richard Himber
Mmmm, surrender
Mmmm, so tender
Mmmm, forever more
What can you say in a love song
That hasn't been said before?
Mmmm, so sweetly
Mmmm, completely
Mmmm, je vous adore
What can you say in a love song
That hasn't been said before?
You are my true love
Old and new love
I live for you, love
You are my guiding star
Lovers long before us
Sang the same old chorus
If it worked in days of yore
Why should I say in a love song
What hasn't been said before?
Donderdag 18 september 1997
Adorable
Adorable
Composer(s): Richard Whiting - George Marion
Performer(s): Ben Selvin & His Orch.
I’ve looked at you gently then closely, intently
And still I can’t find any fault
And although you oughtn’t be told you’re important
I so like the way that you walk
You’re so completely adorable
Is the way to your heart explorable
Would you enjoy it at all if I
Try to qualify now as we dance
Answer your dancer, Adorable
Will this night be divine or deplorable
You’re so completely adorable
Is there a chance of romance
Woensdag 17 september 1997
Adoquines En Tu Cielo, Rosario
Adoquines En Tu Cielo, Rosario
Composer(s): Mezo Bigarrena
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Adoquines en tu cielo
y un tranvia encalado en el rio
el pasado congelado
en tu nombre de mujer
Rosario es como una novia que no tuvo
en un puerto donde quiso ser timonel
Emigrantes y emigrados
polizones que en buzones muerden polvo
el futuro se te escurre
en las manos de tu ayer
Rosario tienes cuerpo de amante
que uno siente que aun goza
aunque tema envejecerer
En tu costa de sirenas
los ulises confundidas piden aire
tu presente saqueado pide pan para crecer
Rosario te ha vestido de madre
que cocina lo que queda
para no desfallecer
Rosario vas a ser esa hembra
que no hay macho que domine
con un palo ni con dos
Rosario
eres como esas potras
que te amasan cuando sienten
que las tratan con amor
Adoquines en tu cielo
adoquines en tu cielo
Dinsdag 16 september 1997
Adonis
Adonis
Composer(s): George Goehring - Edward Warren
Performer(s): Petula Clark; Dalida
Adonis j'ai rêvé d'Adonis
Et lorsque j'avais seize ans j'imaginais souvent
Quel délice vivre au temps d'Adonis
Et pouvoir un seul instant le voir et le connaître
Cet amour de toujours un beau jour
S'est vite envolé quand je t'ai rencontré
Adonis tu n'es pas Adonis
Mais tu l'as bien remplacé car tu as su me plaire
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Candide, solide, splendide
Tu es comme cela tout cela à la fois
Sans malice tu es mieux qu'Adonis
Tout au moins moi je le crois
Puisque c'est toi que j'aime
Adonis, Adonis...
Dinsdag 16 september 1997
What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted
What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted
Composer(s): James Dean - Paul Riser - William Weatherspoon
Performer(s): Jimmy Ruffin
and multiple other artists
As I walk this land with broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Love's happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows
Searching for light
Cold and alone
No comfort in sight
Hoping and praying
For someone to care
Always moving
And going nowhere
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
I'm searching though I don't succeed
But someone look, there's a growing need
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning
All that's left is an unhappy ending
Now what's become of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
I'll be looking everyday
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
I'll be searching everywhere
Maandag 15 september 1997
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Composer(s): Ricardo Ceratto
Performer(s): Raphael
Solo Viendola, Te Darias Cuenta
Que No Vale Un Centavo
Solo Viendola Creo Que Entenderias
Que A Tanto No Hay Derecho
Solo Viendola, Te Conmoveria
Haberla Abandonado, Haberla Desquiciado
Con Lo Que Tu Le Has Hecho Sin Piedad
Adonde Fue A Parar, Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Desde Que De Mi Lado Tu Te Fuiste
La Pobre Se Quedo Tan Desvalida
Es Invaluable El Daño Que Le Hiciste
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Calma
Y La Felicidad Que Ayer Tenia
Si Vieras A Donde Fue A Parar Mi Alma
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Solo Viendola, La Socorrerias
Sin Duda Con Urgencia
Solo Viendola, Te Arrepentirias
De Haberla Destrozado
Solo Viendola, Te Remorderia
Te Juro La Conciencia
Al Ver La Penitencia Que Esta Sufriendo
Porque Tu No Estas, Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar
Adonde Fue A Parar Mi Vida
Desde Que De Mi Lado Tu Te Fuiste
La Pobre Se Quedo Tan Desvalida
Es Invaluable El Daño Que Le Hiciste
Maandag 15 september 1997
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?
Composer(s): Michel Legrand; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and South and East and West of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love that you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you
Zondag 14 september 1997
Adolescent Dream
Adolescent Dream
Composer(s): Manfred Mann
Performer(s): Manfred Mann's Earth Band
You're not the great romantic
Crystal juke-box queen
You're not my old adolescent dream
You're not my spiritual gypsy
My fifty Chevy Machine
You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend
You stand above all that
You're my life
My love
My blood
My soul
You're not the way I planned it
The way it's meant to be
You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend
You stand above all that
You're my life
My love
My blood
My soul
Oh no, you're not my old adolescent dream
Zondag 14 september 1997
What Are You Doing Sunday
What Are You Doing Sunday
Composer(s): Russell Brown; Irwin Levine
Performer(s): Tony Orlando & Dawn; Bobby Davis
I hear some people get married in the park
on Sunday afternoon
And all their friends bring pretty flowers while the band plays a happy tune
Now do you want me, do you need me
Do you love me like I love you?
Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Maybe we should wait 'til night to join hands 'neath the stars above
And we'll be kissing our first kiss by moonlight as we vow eternal love
Now do you want me, do you need me
Do you love me like I love you?
Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Now do you want me, do you need me, baby
Love me like I love you?
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to marry me?
What do you say now?
If it's a nice day now
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Gee, I wanna marry you
Zaterdag 13 september 1997
Adolescence
Adolescence
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Je me souviens du temps où j'étais un poète
Je filais dans le vent sur ma motocyclette
Ma guitare sur le dos
Et la tête pleine de mots
Je m'arrêtais parfois pour cueillir une fleur
Pour cueillir une fille sur le bord d'un chemin
Ou bien lorsqu'il y avait une panne à mon moteur
Et puis je repartais un peu plus loin
Soleil ou mauvais temps c'était toujours la fête
Je dormais dans les champs parmi les pâquerettes
Me lavais dans le ruisseau
En écoutant les oiseaux
Je volais quelques fruits et c'était un festin
Le vin rouge était rare mais l'ivresse était là
Je ne mourais jamais ni de soif ni de faim
Et je ne faisais rien de mes dix doigts
Et puis de temps en temps je chantais à tue-tête
Quand ça plaisait aux gens je leur faisais la quête
Ça ne rapportait pas lourd
Mais c'était bien assez pour
Pour aller boire un verre avec tous les copains
Les amis de toujours de tous les continents
Tous les gitans tous les nomades musiciens
Et tous ceux qui vivaient de l'air du temps
Je me rappelle ce temps où j'étais un poète
J'étais adolescent ni ange ni trop bête
Ce temps-là est révolu
Je ne le reverrai plus
Et s'il m'arrive de croiser sur mon chemin
Un de ceux qui ressemblent à celui que je fus
Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main
C'est mon adolescence que je salue
Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main
Ou bien je fais semblant de ne l'avoir pas vu
Zaterdag 13 september 1997
What Are We Made Of?
What Are We Made Of?
Composer(s): Brian May
Performer(s): Sissel
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are we made of?
Think again
There's a wind of change is blowing
There's a fire deep inside
There's a place we could be going
If we could only get it right
And the river keeps on flowing
And the morning lights the sky
But if they said it would be easy
I guess they must have lied
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are the chances
I can find a better path, a better life, a better me?
What are we made of?
If you think you know the answer
Turn around, think again
Whatever were you thinking?
Could you turn you life around?
When you know your world is sinking
Can you find the solid ground?
Is there really a road to heaven?
We'll find it
And a road leads down below
Some way, somewhere
Does anything really matter?
If only we could know
What are we made of?
Is it written in the sand?
Where are we sailing?
To a strange and distant land
Take my hand, sail with me
What are we made of?
'Cos I have to understand
What are we made of?
Can we know what we will be?
What are the chances
There's a place for you and me?
What are we made of?
Just for this moment, take your life into your hands
You'll decide what you are made of
What it is that you can be
Think again, my friend
Turn around, think again
Vrijdag 12 september 1997
Adjust Me
Adjust Me
Composer(s): Hawkwind
Performer(s): Hawkwind
City black
Encase the time
World full of men
Who all are blind
Who walk and talk
And say as one:
"Androids are we"
Their tune o Sun
Adjust me
Adjust me
Adjust me.....
Vrijdag 12 september 1997
What Are We Doing Here?
What Are We Doing Here?
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): John Entwistle
What are we doing here
Such a long way away from home
We've been away so long
Away so long away from home
So what are we doing here
In a place where we have no friends
All we can do is sit and cry
Let the time drag by and think of home
Home, what a day that will be
The faces of people we love that we'll see
The memories of what we had left will return
The present remains the past is just burned
And there's only twenty-five days, six hours, and ten minutes
And this'll all be five thousand miles away
Whoops there goes another day
I'm wishing my life away
So what are we doing here
Such a long way away from home
We've been away so long
Away so long away from home
What are we doing here
In a place where we have no friends
All we can do is sit and cry
Let the time drag by and think of home
Home what a day that will be
The faces of people we love that we'll see
The memories of what we had left will return
The present remains the past is just burned
And there's only twenty-five days, six hours, and ten minutes
And this'll all be five thousand miles away
Whoops there goes another day
I'm wishing my life away
Donderdag 11 september 1997
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