Vrijdag 24 oktober 1980
Kentucky Babe
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Donderdag 23 oktober 1980
The Entertainer (Oscar Brown)
The Entertainer
Composer(s): Scott Joplin - Oscar Brown Jr.
Performer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
Were there any who cared a cuss
The day the ragtime piano man died
Were there many who sobbed and sighed
As they carted him on his final ride
Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone
Without a marker to put on his grave
Were there any who truly knew
What made the black entertainer so blue
The depression he fell into
Over dreams that were never comin' true
Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone
Without a marker to put on his grave
He played his ragtime tunes in honky-tonk saloons
Piano music that the public loved to hear
Its syncopated beat got them to tappin' their feet
Made all their cares and troubles disappear
He had such happy sounds that as he made the rounds
The entertainer fin'ly saw his talent pay
There for a little while he was livin' in style
Makin' the music of the day
Out of his ragtime themes he built ambitious dreams
In which his music turned to opera on the stage
A mighty work of art he felt with all his heart
Ragtime music was the classic of its age
But then a change of taste laid all his dreams to waste
The fickle punblic found itself another craze
There for a little bit he was a pretty big hit
But it was just a passin' phase
Were there any that felt the pain
That drove the black entertainer insane
A frustration that racked his brain
Just to think all that work had been in vain
Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, anotrher nigger just gone
Without a marker to put on his grave
Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
From a chronic condition caused by the lack of recognition
Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Born in eighteen-sixty-eight, died in nineteen-seventeen
Scott Joplin, whose music won a Motion Picture Academy Award
Fifty-six years after he was layed in an unmarked grave
Ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer
Multitude of fans, what an entertainer
Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer
Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer
When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer
There for a while he was livin' in style
Makin' the music of the day
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer
Multitude of fans, oh, what an entertainer
Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer
Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer
When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer
There for a bit he was really a hit
But it was... what can I say
Donderdag 23 oktober 1980
Idylle Philoménale
Idylle Philoménale
Composer(s): René Rivedoux
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Quand j'ai croisé la martine
C'était par un beau matin
J'allais ach'ter des bottines
Et lui trouvais très beau teint
Nous partîmes en limousine
Visiter le Limousin
Après comme on le devine
Ma p'tite femme elle devint
Ma concierge qui est amène
Tous les matins m'serr' la main
Mêm' qu'au moment des étrennes
Dans ses bras elle m'étreint
Cela m'attire des scènes
Que je suppose à dessein
Pour ne pas qu'ma Philomène
Un beau jour ne m'file aux mains
Son manteau de ballerine
Gentiment lui bat les reins
Sa robe de percaline
Lui vient de son père câlin
Pendant que je me surmène
Dans un travail surhumain
Elle arpente l'av'nue du Maine
En t'nant son fichu d'une main
Comm' j'ai un chien et une chienne
Qui me vienn'nt d'un autrichien
Ma p'tit femm' qui est vosgienne
Me dit: "Pour él'ver vos chiens
Vous aurez beaucoup de peine
Car au pays transalpin
J'ai connu un' helvétienne
Qu'a jamais pu él'ver l'sien"
Et voilà!
Donderdag 23 oktober 1980
Kentucky Bluebird
Kentucky Bluebird (aka "Message To Martha" or Message To Michael)
German Title: Kleine Treue Nachtigall
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David
Performer(s): Lou Johnson
and various other artists
(Originally performed by: Jerry Butler - 1964)
Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
She sings each night in some café
In her search to find wealth and fame
I hear Martha has gone and changed her name
It's a year since she was here
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Tell her I love her more each day
As the train pulled out down the track
Martha promised she'd soon be coming back
Oh, tell her how my heart just breaks in two
Since she journeyed far
And even though her dreams of fame fell through
To me she will always be a star
Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Tell her to start for home today
When you find her please let her know
Rich or poor, I will always love her so
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, fly away, fly away.........Fade
Woensdag 22 oktober 1980
The Donovans
The Donovans
Composer(s): Francis Fahy - Alicia Adelaide Needham
Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Barry Fitzgerald & Ann Blyth
Well if you would like to see
The height of hospitality
The cream of kindly welcome
And the core of cordiality
The joys of all the olden times
You're wishin' to recall again
Come down to Donovans
And there you'll meet them all again
Oh, céad mile fáilte
They'll greet you down at Donovans
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
The wish of my heart is
If ever I had anyone
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan
As soon as e're you lift the latch
The little ones are meetin' you
And as soon as you're beneath the thatch
Kindly looks are greetin' you
Scarcely are you ready
To be holdin' out the ??????????
When down by the fireside
You're sittin' in the midst of them
(Oh, céad mile fáilte)
(They greet you at Donovans)
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
(The wish of my heart is)
(If ever I had anyone)
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan
(Hey!)
(Hey! Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Donovans!)
Well, then when you rise to go it's
"Hah, hah, hah, now then, sit down again"
"Isn't it a haste you're in" and
"Won't you soon come round again, hmmmm"
Your cobeen and your overcoat
You'd better pull it stray from them
T'will take you all your time to try
And tear yourself away from them
Oh, céad mile fáilte
They'll greet you down at Donovans
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
The wish of my heart is
If ever I had anyone
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan
(Hey!)
Donovans!
Woensdag 22 oktober 1980
Ídolo De Los Quemados
Ídolo De Los Quemados
Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco
Soy mezcla de baguala
Internet y tango viejo
No hay nada más hermoso
que el lunfardo de Rivero
Cuando voy con Don Sixto
por calles del buen aire
jamás nos detenemos
a mirar el afichaje
Es parte del folkclore
Es parte del derroche
Soy mezcla de baguala
Internet y tango viejo
No hay nada más hermoso
que el lunfardo de Rivero
Sueño ir por Buenos Aires
y con Sabat tomar un café
para volar un ratito
con las alas de Gardel
Un sueño del 2001
y del 3000 también
Cuando partí, mi viejo me aconsejó que no viviera
en San Miguel, Moreno, Ituzaingó o en Haedo
"Andá directamente donde están los presidentes"
Por eso, en Moreno 411 y Defensa
en una pensión mugrienta
se alojó este cabeza
Cuando no hay opción, el pueblo sufre y se la banca
Y aunque es medio quedado nunca irá para la Plaza
La Plaza es de los años y de las madres santas
que buscan a sus hijos y los seguirán buscando
Es parte de la historia
Es parte de la sangre
Le doy una limosna a Martín Fierro y al Quijote
que están cansados de luchar pidiendo en Plaza Once
No me trates como un Dios
soy sólo un bolso que hace shows
Extraño a mi vieja en el síndrome del batón
Soy un muñeco roto
junto a la Biblia y el calefón
Hay un viejo podrido que quemó el jardín florido
y tiene un hijo imbécil con la cara de asesino
Sabemos que este pueblo aún vive de promesas
Las minas argentinas fueron más después de Eva
De que las hay, las hay
Nunca tendrás tu calle, Alsogaray
Comprame, soy barato
canto gratis por los barrios
Como no entro en tu target
no me pases por tu radio
Yo digo cárcel y castigo a corruptos y asesinos
Si la ley no alcanza, sos persona que no es grata
Me hice ateo, nomás,
Videla usó mi Dios para matar
Vos que le echas la culpa
a bolivianos y peruanos
a los que cortan rutas
o están sus tierras reclamando,
no seas tan tarado, el que te jode está a tu lado
Los diarios le dan tapa y la tele un buen horario
se sienta a cualquier mesa
a negociar la sangre nueva
Soy un guerrero más
de este rock que está quebrado
Estoy para el mangazo
Soy el ídolo de los quemados
No sé muy bien adonde voy
misterios tiene la canción
Me gusta la tranquilidad de un cementerio viejo
Temele a los vivos
Nunca te harán daño los muertos
Woensdag 22 oktober 1980
Kentucky Means Paradise
Kentucky Means Paradise
Composer(s): Merle Travis
Performer(s): Rick Nelson; Glen Campbell;
The Green River Boys; Jimmy Dean; Randall Hylton;
Roger Bellow; Billy Jack Wills
You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise
You take a chicken and you kill it
And you put it in the skillet
And you fry it up a golden brown
And that's southern cookin'
And that's mighty nice
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise
I said Kentucky
And it means paradise
Dinsdag 21 oktober 1980
The Broken Record
The Broken Record
Composer(s): Cliff Friend - Harry Tobias - Boyd Bunch
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians
and multiple other artists
My Sweetheart, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous
you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous tonight
That's a song I heard on the phonograph
The needle caught on the broken half
And kept playing... and saying
My Sweetheart, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you
I kiss you, I kiss you tonight
All at once I started to think of you
The things I've wanted to say and do
When we're dancing... romancing
The broken record played on and then
The broken record started again
My Sweetheart, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I do
Oh, the tune sounds silly I will agree
The words sound daffy, but not to me
For there's no doubt it's the way I feel about you
Dinsdag 21 oktober 1980
Idle Gossip
Idle Gossip
Composer(s): Joseph Meyer; Floyd Huddleston
Performer(s): Perry Como; Cliff Richard; Sarah Vaughan
Friends may often come to you with idle gossip
Should they say our love is through, that's idle gossip!
Let the rumours come an' go, we'll prove to everyone
we still carry on as though our love affair has just begun!
Now an' then let's stop an' kiss when we're out walking
someone's sure to notice this and they'll start talking!
In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you
an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you
an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
Dinsdag 21 oktober 1980
Kentucky Rain
Kentucky Rain
Composer(s): Eddie Rabbitt; Dick Heard
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Barb Jungr;
Orion; Eddie Rabbitt
Seven lonely days
And a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night
And you were gone
Don't know why you'd run,
What you're running to or from
All I know is I want to bring you home
So I'm walking in the rain,
Thumbing for a ride
On this lonely Kentucky backroad
I've loved you much too long
And my love's too strong
To let you go, never knowing
What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
And up ahead's another town
That I'll go walking thru
With the rain in my shoes,
Searchin for you
In the cold Kentucky rain,
In the cold Kentucky rain
Showed your photograph
To some old gray bearded man
Sitting on a bench
Outside a gen'ral store
They said "Yes, she's been here"
But their memory wasn't clear
Was it yesterday,
No, wait the day before
So I fin'ly got a ride
With a preacher man who asked
"Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?"
As we drove on thru the rain
As he listened I explained
And he left me with a prayer
That I'd find you
Maandag 20 oktober 1980
The Bramble Bush
The Bramble Bush
Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Mack David
Performer(s): Trini Lopez
The bramble bush is lovely, it fills you with delight
The flowers on the bramble bush are all so pink and white
But if you reach to pluck one, as sure as you are born
The bramble bush will stick you with it's prickly thorn
And the pretty girl is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch
The girl I fell in love with was such a lovely sight
So beautiful to gaze upon, so soft and pink and white
And as I reached to kiss her, beneath the summer skies
I was so much in love, I didn't realise
That a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch
The summer soon was over and autumn chilled the sky
The flowers on the bramble bush began to fade and die
And with the faded flowers, my true love travelled on
And I can feel the thorns now that my lover has gone
But the pretty girl, yes, is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, the pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch
Oh, the bramble bush
Yes, the bramble bush
Oh, the bramble bush
Yes, the bramble bush
Maandag 20 oktober 1980
Idiote Je T'aime
Idiote Je T'aime
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
J'ai toujours eu trop de pudeur
Pour laisser courir sur mes lèvres
Ces expressions très souvent mièvres
Inscrites au Littré du bonheur
Je sais bien que tu aimerais
Que mon souffle soit poétique
Mais si j'étais plus romantique
Dis-moi ce que ça changerait
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
À ma manière, à ma façon
Depuis le temps que nous vivons
Même autour et même bohème
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Et je t'interdis d'en douter
Idiote je t'aime
Comme je n'ai jamais aimé
Je n'ai jamais eu de talent
D'utiliser je te l'accorde
Ces mots usés jusqu'à la corde
Galvaudés par plus d'un amant
Mais j'ai des phrases au bout des doigts
Qui la nuit à ton corps s'adressent
Et quand ils parlent en caressent
Ils le font bien mieux que ma voix
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
À main tremblante, à mots couverts
Quand sur le vélin de ta chair
Je grave mes plus beaux poèmes
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Et bien que je sois maladroit
Idiote je t'aime
Et n'aimerai jamais que toi
Maandag 20 oktober 1980
Kentucky Waltz
Kentucky Waltz
Composer(s): Bill Monroe
Performer(s): Bill Monroe;
and various other artists
We were waltzin' that night in Kentucky
'Neath the beautiful harvest moon
And I was the boy who was lucky
But it all ended too soon
As I sit here alone in the moonlight
I can see your smiling face
And I long once more for your embrace
In that beautiful Kentucky waltz
Zondag 19 oktober 1980
The Belle Of The Yukon
The Belle Of The Yukon
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Johnny Burke
They say the men who looked for gold
Were warmed by the sun in her glance
So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon
And their dreams remembered how to dance
They say her voice could tame the wind
Wherever she was it was spring
So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon
And their hearts remembered how to sing
When old timers talk of early glories
She's always somewhere in their stories
They say her smile could melt the moon
And roses were willing to grow
When they tell of the belle of the Yukon
Well, it may be true for all we know
It happened many years ago
Zondag 19 oktober 1980
Idiosincrasia
Idiosincrasia
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Dios te ilumine, si Dios quiere
con la ayuda de Dios
A Dios rogando, y con el mazo dando
adiós
Vaya por Dios, Dios mío, la de Dios
es Cristo, como hay Dios
Dios mediante, si Dios no lo remedia
los sin-Dios, con Dios, como Dios
manda
palabra de Dios
Aquí no se mueve ni Dios
castigo de Dios, por Dios, por Dios...
Dios los crea, los que Dios mande
Dios proveerá
Dios aprieta pero no ahoga
a la buena de Dios
La Madre de Dios, en las manos de Dios
como Dios, por esos mundos de Dios
en nombre de Dios
¡Dios Santo! ¡Dios no lo permita!
Dios te bendiga
pordiosero
vive Dios
Dios se lo pague
vive Dios
Dios te oiga
vive Dios
Dios bendito
vive Dios
Dios nos pille
confesados ...
Aquí no se aclara
ni Dios
gracias a Dios
Zondag 19 oktober 1980
Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Deep Purple;
and various other artists
Kentucky Woman
She shines in her own kind of light
She looks at you once in a day
And what's wrong is alright
And I love her,
God knows I love her
Kentucky Woman
She gets to know you
She gets to hold you
Kentucky Woman
She ain't the kind to turn
at the drop of her name
Well all the things she does
they turn you on just the same
And I love her,
God knows I love her
Kentucky Woman
She gets to know you
She gets to hold you
Kentucky Woman
I don't want much
The Good Lord's earth beneath my feet
A gentle touch
Cause that one girl in life is sweet and good
There ain't no doubt, I'm talking about
Kentucky Woman
She gets to know you
She gets to hold you
Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman she shines in her own kind of light
She looks at you once in a day
And what's wrong is alright
And I love her, yes I do, I love her
Kentucky Woman
She gets to know you
She gets to hold you
Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman
Zaterdag 18 oktober 1980
Terry Brown's In Love With Mary Dee
Terry Brown's In Love With Mary Dee
Composer(s): Duke
Performer(s): John Leyton
Just about three years ago
Two young folk, they met
They fell in love right there and then
Never to forget
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Their love grew stronger hour by hour
The end of ev'ry day
They'd kiss goodbye and with a smile
To each other they would say
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Then one day a letter came
And in it Terry read
To serve his Country he must go
To leave Mary he would dread
The day's seemed weeks, the months seemed years
But Mary's love was strong
Then she found no letters came
But in her heart there was a sound
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
One afternoon, a telegram
"Meet me at the train at half-past-five"
Oh, Mary's heart was filled with joy
Was Terry still alive?
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
She ran down to the station
It was Terry standing there
She threw her arms around his neck
Their voices filled the air
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Zaterdag 18 oktober 1980
Idées Noires
Idées Noires
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers & Nicoletta
Il se lève, c'est l'heure, écrase son mégot
Dans sa tasse de café, éteint la stéréo
Eteint le lampadaire, éteint le plafonnier
Eteint dans la cuisine, met la sécurité
Un couloir
Une porte
Un lit
C'est la nuit
Quelques pills pour dormir, je n'sais plus où je suis
Un store noir
Une porte
Un lit
C'est l'ennui
Rien à faire pour l'amour, mais ne dis pas toujours
Où es-tu, quand tu es dans mes bras?
Que fais-tu, est-ce que tu penses à moi?
D'où viens-tu ? Un jour tu partiras
Où es-tu, quand tu es dans mes bras?
Je fais des mauvais rêves, j'suis sur un mauvais câble
Dans la paranoïa, pas de marchand de sable
J'vois en panoramique urgente et désirable
Une blonde décapitée dans sa décapotable
Cauchemar
Highway
Bad trip
Fumée noire
Une vamp vorace tue au fond d'un couloir
J'en sors pas
Cafard
Bad trip
Idées noires
Avalé par l'espace au fond d'un entonnoir
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras
J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi
J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi
J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras
J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi
J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi
J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir
D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire
J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir
D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire
J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir
D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras
J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi
J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi
J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras
J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi
J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi
J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras...
Zaterdag 18 oktober 1980
Kermis In Breda
Kermis In Breda
Composer(s): Louis Neefs
Performer(s): Louis Neefs
Jassen aan
Popelend om eindelijk op weg te gaan
Vergeten, al je wachten
Die slapeloze nachten
En je bent al in gedachten
Op de kermis in Breda
Luilekkerland
Met ballen gooien, poffertjes, een steile wand
Suikerspinnen, friettent
De achtbaan en de schiettent
Grenzeloos genietend
Op de kermis in Breda
Want een zondag op de kermis
Was je meer waard dan een indianentent
En zeker als je zeven bent
Carrousel
Hoog te paard, je lijkt de sprookjesridder wel
Opgetogen draaien
Uitgelaten zwaaien
Kinderstemmen kraaien
Op de kermis in Breda
De kop van Jut
De rupsbaan en de goochelaar, de echoput
Die zou je haast vergeten
Je wilt niet eens wat eten
En van geen einde weten
Op de kermis in Breda
Want een zondag op de kermis
Was je meer waard dan een indianentent
En zeker als je zeven bent
De hoogste tijd
Achterop bij vader kijk je om vol spijt
Met glinsterende ogen
Je schouders moe gebogen
De dag is omgevlogen
Op de kermis in Breda
Vrijdag 17 oktober 1980
Swing Medley (Part 2)
