Dinsdag 7 december 1999
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Maandag 6 december 1999
World Away From Me
World Away From Me
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie
I've been keeping on the run
I've been traveling with the sun
I've been singing all my life and getting by
Got to keep up with what's goung on
In this place I've been so long
And I guess I'll just keep singing all my life
And it's so good to come home
To a woman all alone
Forgeting how hnd loneliness can be
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me
l'll be coming home at night
While the kids are sleeping tight
She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine
And the kids jump out of bed
Hello Daddy, what did you get
Did you think of anything on down the line
She'll be talking with her smile
Saying, honey, wait awhile
The kids have missed you, soon they'll be asleep
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me
Oh the prophets and the sages
And the wise men through the ages
All that's written down on pages from above
Just can't adequately describe
What I'm feeling here inside
It's just useless to be living without love
And I'll take her by her hand
Just a woman and a man
Without trying to understand what we should be
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me
Zondag 5 december 1999
World
World
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Bee Gees
(Chorus)
Now, I found, that the world is round
and of course it rains everyday
Living tomorrow, where in the world will I be tomorrow?
How far am I able to see?
Or am I needed here?
(chorus)
If I remember all of the things I have done
I'd remember all of the times I've gone wrong
Why do they keep me here?
(chorus)
And (chorus)
And (chorus)
And (chorus)
Zaterdag 4 december 1999
Working On The Road
Working On The Road
Composer(s): Alvin Lee
Performer(s): Ten Years After
I've been working on the road about fifteen years
Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
Don't you know, babe?
I've been sleeping all day and working all night
I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
But, now, I want to clear my blood
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Well, I tried to live the way I should
I've shed some tears and sweated blood
Don't you know, babe?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Take me home, babe
Vrijdag 3 december 1999
Working My Way Back To You
Working My Way Back To You
French Title: Te Garder Près De Moi
Composer(s): Sandy Linzer; Denny Randell
Originally performed and made famous by: The Four Seasons
Covered by various other artists
I keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
When you were so in love with me
I played around like I was free
Thought I could have my cake and eat it too
And how I cried over losing you
See I'm down and out
And I ain't about to go
Living my life without you
Hey every day, I made you cry
I'm begging girl, 'til the day I die
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
I used to love to make you cry
It made me feel like a man inside
If I had been a man in reality
Then you'd be here baby loving me
Now my nights are long
And only a lion could prowl
Girl, I guess we're too slow
Girl, but you're too proud
And you won't give in
But when I think about all I can't win
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
My heart is kind of low
I just gotta get back home
I'm really sorry
For acting that way
I'm really sorry
Ooh, little girl
I'm really sorry
For throwing away our love
Sweet little girl
I'm really sorry
For making you cry
I really need you
Don't you hear me talking to you
Really sorry
For telling you lies
For so long
Oh please
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
Working, working
I'm really working
Working baby
Can't you see me working ...
Donderdag 2 december 1999
Working In The Coal Mine
Working In The Coal Mine
Composer(s): Lee Dorsey; Allen Toussaint
Originally performed by: Lee Dorsey
Covered by various other artists
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
Five o'clock in the morning
I'm already up and gone
Lord I'm so tired
How long can this go on
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
'Cause I work every morning
Hauling coal by the ton,
But when saturday rolls around
I'm too tired to have any fun
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
Woensdag 1 december 1999
America Is Waiting
America Is Waiting
Composer(s): Brian Eno - David Byrne
Performer(s): Brian Eno; David Byrne
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
Takin' it again
Again! Again!
Takin' it again
Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad at the government not mad at the people
Takin' it again
Again! Again!
Takin' it again
I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do?
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
No will whatsoever
No will whatsoever!
Absolutely no honor
No will whatsoever
No will whatsoever!
Absolutely no integrity
No will whatsoever
No will whatsoever!
I haven't seen any any any citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second"
No will whatsoever
No will whatsoever!
I mean, yeah, so... wha-what're ya gonna do?
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
Woensdag 1 december 1999
Working For The Weekend
Working For The Weekend
Composer(s): Paul Dean; Matthew Frenette; Mike Reno
Performer(s): Loverboy;
Josh Gracin; Hit Crew
Everyone's watching, to see what you will do
Everyone's looking at you, oh
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right
Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go
Everyone's looking to see if it was you
Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out
Everyone's waiting they're holding out
Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go
Dinsdag 30 november 1999
America Drinks and Goes Home
America Drinks and Goes Home
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
First release by: The Mothers of Invention - 1967
(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)
I tired to find How my heart
could be so blind
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Sad eyes and your ... ...
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret for having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said I have no regrets
Well it's about time to close...
I hope you've had as
much fun as we have!
Don't forget the jam session Sunday!...
Mandy Tension will be by
playing his xylophone
troupe!
It'll be a lot of fun!
Monday night is the Dance
Contest Night...
Twist Contest!...
We give away ah...
peanut butter and jelly!...
There'll be sandwiches for all of you...
I hope we've played your requests...
the songs you like to hear...
Last call for alcohol!...
Drink it up folks...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you Bob, how's it going?
How's your kids?...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you, yes...
Oh, Bill Bailey?...
Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night...
Caravan with a drum solo?...
right!...
We'll do that!...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you again!...
Yeah!...la, la, la...
Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!...
Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee...
Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ...
Nya-da-da, nya-da-da...
'nite all!...
Dinsdag 30 november 1999
Working Class Hero
Working Class Hero
Composer(s): John Lennon
Originally performed by: John Lennon
Covered by various other artists
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top, they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
Maandag 29 november 1999
America America
America America
Composer(s): Michel Sardou
Performer(s): Michel Sardou
Et j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
Rallier l'univers en deux rives
Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos
America America
America America
Hier encore, j'étais tranquille
Bien au chaud au ventre de ma ville
Protégé par de grands murs gris
Une église et des pharmacies
America America
America America
Hier encore j'étais tranquille
Tout seul au centre d'une ville
J'avais de la buée plein les yeux
J'allais être un jeune homme sérieux
America America
America America
Puis j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
Rallier l'univers en deux rives
Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos
America America
America America
Ils avaient des voitures immenses
Des murs en verre, des maisons blanches
Ils avaient des cheveux partout
Des filles qu'on suivrait à genoux
America America
America America
Autour de moi, tout grandissait
Je ne savais plus qui j'étais
Les flics étaient de vrais géants
Je voulais partir en courant
America America
America America
Aujourd'hui, sur San Francisco Bridge
Je vois l'univers en deux rives
Mon cœur est à San Francisco
Ma ville est morte dans mon dos
America America
America America
Maandag 29 november 1999
Workin' On A Groovy Thing
Workin' On A Groovy Thing
Composer(s): Roger Atkins; Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension;
and various other artists
When I saw you I knew that I was gonna love you
And everyday I thought of how I'm gonna love you
Now you're here next to me
And ecstasy is a reality
I feel good when you are near
I'm alive cause you are here
Working on a groovy thing baby
Working on a groovy thing
Working on a groovy thing baby
Let's not rush in we'll take it slow
Before I met you I know my lips were only wasted
Cause you have got the sweetest kiss I ever tasted
Music moves us along
Your arms around me are snug and warm
Happiness is in my soul
I'm about to lose all control
Working on a groovy thing baby
Working on a groovy thing
Working on a groovy thing baby
Let's not rush in we'll take it slow
Working on a groovy thing
Zondag 28 november 1999
America (Simon & Garfunkel)
America
((Italian Version: America (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
Zondag 28 november 1999
Workin' Man Blues
Workin' Man Blues
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
Made famous by: Merle Haggard
Covered by various other artists
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I'll go back workin'
Come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Hey hey, the workin' man, the workin' man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
But I go back working
I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
Zaterdag 27 november 1999
America (José Luis Perales)
America
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
First release by: José Luis Perales - 1991
Covered by multiple other artists
Me hueles a merengue y a bolero
a caña y a café
Me hueles a corrido y a charango
carnavalito y miel
Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras
a gaucho solitario y a sabana
a piel morena y sal
Me hueles a canela y a banana
herida siempre y siempre maltratada
soñando libertad
Coro
América, América
Me hueles a guayaba
a cordillera helada
a tierra verde y lluvia tropical
me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera
me hueles a futuro y libertad (2)
Me hueles a tabaco y a maíces
a dátiles y a arroz
Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron
cantando una canción
Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada
a sangre campesina derramada
para tu libertad
Me hueles a mujer enamorada
herida siempre y siempre abandonada
soñando frente al mar
Coro (2)
America, America
Zaterdag 27 november 1999
Workin' For The Man
Workin' For The Man
Composer(s): Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you
We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do
Forget about your woman and that water can
Today were working for the man
well pick up your feet
we've got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Don't relax
I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind
'Cause your working for the man working for the man
you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man
Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pull to the left I heave to the right
I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right
'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man
gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man
Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
everytime her daddy's down the line
she says meet me tonight love a me right
and everything is gonna be fine
So I slave all day without much pay
'cause I'm just abiding my time
'cause the company and the daughter you see
Their both gonna be all mine
Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man
working for the man working for the man
gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand working for the man
Vrijdag 26 november 1999
America (Prince)
America
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince & the Revolution
Yeah
Peace!
Aristocrats on a mountain climb
Making money, losing time
Communism is just a word
But if the government turn over
It'll be the only word that's heard
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
Little sister making minimum wage
Living in a 1-room jungle-monkey cage
Can't get over, she's almost dead
She may not be in the black
But she's happy she ain't in the red
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace
Jimmy Nothing never went 2 school
They made him pledge allegiance
He said it wasn't cool
Nothing made Jimmy proud
Now Jimmy lives on a mushroom cloud
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free
Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace
boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go
boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go boom.
Teacher, why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?
Vrijdag 26 november 1999
Workin' For MCA
Workin' For MCA
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie VanZant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
Particle; Hank Williams Jr.
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
(Chorus)
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' For MCA
9000 dollars, that's all we could win
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar
(Chorus)
Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes
(Chorus)
Donderdag 25 november 1999
America (Neil Diamond)
America
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star
Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream
On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America
Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm
Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm
Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America
Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today
My country 'tis of thee
Today
Sweet land of liberty
Today
Of thee I sing
Today
Of thee I sing
Today
Donderdag 25 november 1999
Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
