Woensdag 10 april 2002
Dixieland Rock
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Dixieland Rock
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius - Fred Wise
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958
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Dinsdag 9 april 2002
Arthritis Blues
Arthritis Blues
Composer(s): Butch Hayes
Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
Can't stand up, can't lay down
You can't sit in a chair, you can't roll on the ground
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
I went to the doctor, doctor looked sad
Well he looked in his book, and he told me what I had
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
Doctor, doctor, doctor, get your X-ray machine
Well it feel so good, just about like morphine
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
When you get to Heaven, tell the judge for me
I've had sixteen years of the third degree
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna find you somehow
All kinds of trouble, good Lord
Gonna find you somehow
Dinsdag 9 april 2002
Dixie Fried
Dixie Fried
Composer(s): Carl Perkins - Howard Griffin
First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Well on the outskirts of town there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o'clock
Pulled off his coat said the night is short
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart
An' hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried
Now Dan got happy and he started ravin'
He jerked out his razor , but he wasn't shavin'
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
'Cause he was born an' raised in a butcher shop
He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried
The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler when they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say
He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried
Get fried now!
Now Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
And through the black crossed bars he tossed a note to his dear
Said it ain't my fault hon, that I'm in here
But hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
it's almost dawn and the cops ain't gone
And I've been dixie fried
Maandag 8 april 2002
Art School Babe
Art School Babe
Performer(s): Ray Davies
My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
Painted face, Egyptian eyebrows and bright red lips
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco
And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines
From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre
Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit
The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint
And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned
I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin
My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin
I grovel on the floor, I think ha ha ha "Yeah I think I can make her"
Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator
Art school chaps with creative grand illusions
My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand
Boring the world for hours with political theories
Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe
Just puts another inch of make-up on her face
And she says to me: "Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie
Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants"
How did she know that?
Arty farty, I try to throw a party
To impress my peers I struck a creative stance
Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission
I made my play for my art school babe
By humming jazz tunes with words by Furlinghetti
I thought I was ever so cool
But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool
For my art school babe
Maandag 8 april 2002
Dixie Chicken
Dixie Chicken
Composer(s): Frederick Martin - Lowell George
First release by: Little Feat - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Zondag 7 april 2002
Art School
Art School
Composer(s): Paul Weller
First release by: The Jam - 1977
and multiple other artists
Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
Don't need permission for everything that you want
Any taste that you feel is right
Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
Say what you want, 'cos this is a new art school
Do what you want if it takes your mind
Better do it now, 'cos you won't have time
And never worry if people laugh at you
The fools only laugh 'cos they envy you
Time is motion and the hands are fast
Young words are mumbled, they don't always last
It's up to us to be sure they understand
Who makes the rules that make people select
Who is to judge that your ways are correct
The media as watchdog is absolute shit
The TV telling you what to think
Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
Don't need permission for everything that you want
Any taste that you feel is right
Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
Say what you want
'cos this is a new art school
Do what you want, 'cos this is the new art school
Zondag 7 april 2002
Dix Mille Bulles Bleues
Dix Mille Bulles Bleues
((Adapted from: Le Mille Bolle Blu (Jenny Luna) - 1961))
Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Vito Pallavicini - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961
Longtemps j'ai fais le même rêve
Je voyais dans mes nuits
Dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
Rapides, limpides, légères
Tout un carrousel de chandelles, d'étincelles, dans le ciel
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum comme autant de soleils
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie dans mon sommeil
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum autant de mots d'amour
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Parlaient de toi, parlaient de toi à mon cœur lourd
Et je passais de douces, douces nuits
À rêver que j'étais dans tes bras pour la vie
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum je voyais, dans le ciel
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Qui s'envolaient, qui s'envolaient à mon réveil
Hier quand tu m'as dit "je t'aime"
Elles sont revenues dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
Rapides, limpides, légères
Tout un carrousel d'étincelles de chandelles dans le ciel
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum on en voyait partout
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie autour de nous
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum j'étais émerveillée
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Car je rêvais, car je rêvais tout éveillée
Tu m'as donné tout doux, tout doucement
Ce baiser que j'attendais depuis si longtemps
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum vingt mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum cent mille bulles bleues
Nous entouraient, nous encerclaient, nous enroulaient
Elles dansaient, elles dansaient et s'envolaient
Et s'envolaient, et s'envolaient
Au ciel
Zaterdag 6 april 2002
Art Of Madness
Art Of Madness
Performer(s): The Jacksons
I can't help the things I do
Tho' they might seem strange to you
Got my mind, just spinnin' round
Inside, outside, upside down
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you
There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you
People just can't understand
They don't think I'm a normal man
So tell me why they walk around
Using half of their brain
You tell me now who's insane
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you
There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you
Art of madness
Art of madness, ooh
Art of madness
I went to the doctor the other day
Just to make sure if I was ok
The diagnosis said I was totally insane
I found out the doctor used half of his brain
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you
There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you
Art of madness
Art of madness, ooh
Art of madness
Zaterdag 6 april 2002
Dix Ans Trop Tôt
Dix Ans Trop Tôt
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous n'avions pas encore
Faits nos dents de sagesse
A s'aimer à plein corps
Jusqu'à mourir d'ivresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Comme on se jette à l'eau
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et dans le tourbillon
Des erreurs de jeunesse
Ignorants, nous avons
Profané la tendresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Moins de cœur que de peau
Je vis ma liberté au fil des aventures
Explorant le bonheur, en flâneur, en touriste
Me cognant bien souvent le cœur contre les murs
Lorsque ton souvenir me cueille à l'improviste
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et je pense souvent
Avec mélancolie
Que le premier serment
Vous marque pour la vie
Moi je reste marqué
Au fer de ce fiasco
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous étions impatients
De dévorer le monde
L'amour est non-voyant
Quand les plaisirs l'inondent
Nous nous sommes aimés
De cœur en porteà faux
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Au temps des inconscients
Et merveilleux tumultes
Plus tout à fait enfants
Pas tout à fait adultes
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Souvent qu'à demi-mot
Lorsque je te rencontre au cours d'une soirée
Chez des amis communs, volubile et à l'aise
Sublime, épanouie dans ta maturité
Je te dis en blaguant comme entre parenthèses
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Dix ans qui t'ont pétrie
De corps, de cœur et d'âme
Et qui ont converti
L'adolescente en femme
Tu ris sans tu douter
Que j'en ai le cœur gros
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Vrijdag 5 april 2002
Art Lover
Art Lover
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1981
Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls
I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
I'm not a dirty old man
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy
Ah, come to daddy
Come to daddy
Pretty little legs, I want to draw them
Like a Degas ballerina
Pure white skin, like porcelain
She's a work of art and I should know
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy
And I'll give you some spangles
Little girl don't notice me
Watching as she innocently plays
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
I follow her around for hours and hours
I'd take her home, but that could never be
She's just a substitute
For what's been taken from me
Ah, come to daddy, come on
Sunday afternoon can't last forever
Wish I could take you home
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view
I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do
And I only want to look at you
Vrijdag 5 april 2002
D-i-v-o-r-c-e
D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Curley Putman
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-o-y or maybe S-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me
Chorus:
Our D-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-e double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words, and turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek
Chorus
Donderdag 4 april 2002
Torture (Kris Jensen)
Torture
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First release by: Kris Jensen - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me
Why do you lead me around
And make me chase ya
When I catch ya,
You won't let me embrace ya
Please baby, have a heart
Cause can't you see
You're torturing me
Torturing me
This torture that I'm going through
Is worth the pain if I have you
So, if you love me, let me know
But if you don't, please let me go
Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me
You know that I'm crazy about you
Yet you make me do without you
Do you mean to hurt, or don't you see
You're torturing me, torturing me
Donderdag 4 april 2002
D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly
Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid
But when you mention the V.e.t. he damn near flips his lid
Words like S.h.o.t. shot or W.o.r.m. worm
These are words which make him S.q.u.i.r.m. squirm
His Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Because he bit the V.e.t. and then he ran away
He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me
And that's why I am gonna get a D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.e.g.
She sank her teeth in my b.u.m. and called me an effin B.
Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.f.f.-ski
And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.i.r.d.
Oh yes his Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Both my wife and my wee scabby dog will soon be hauled away
That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear
Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Woensdag 3 april 2002
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Harry B. Smith
Performer(s): Louise Bliss
and multiple other artists
Mama is a queen and papa is a king
So I am a princess and I know it
But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing
I just hate it all, and I know it
To sing on the stage that's the one life for me
My figure's just like Tetrazzini
I know I'd win fame if I sang in "Boheme"
That op'ra by Signor Puccini
I've roulades and the trills
that would send the cold chills
down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills
I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song
and my figure would look pretty as a page
I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice
like other plump girls that I see
I hate society, I hate propriety -Art is calling for me
I'm in the elite, and men sigh at my feet
Still I do not fancy my position
I have not much use for the men that I meet
I quite burn with lyric ambition
Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me
I'd be a success that I do know
and Melba I'd oust, if I once sang in "Faust"
That op'ra so charming by Gounod
Girls would be on the brink of hysterics, I think,
even strong men would have to go out for a drink.
I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
With my avoirdupois and my tra-la-la-la-la
I would be the chief sensation of the age
I long to hear them shouting "Viva to the diva"
O very lovely that must be
That's what I'm sighing for
That's what I'm dying for - Art is calling for me!
Woensdag 3 april 2002
Divers Do It Deeper
Divers Do It Deeper
Composer(s): David Allen Coe
Performer(s): David Allen Coe
It was to cold to stay in the North
And LA seemd the most likely place I could be
Those Malibu nights
And those Hollywood lights, were blinding me
I longed for a lover
To help me discover
The key that would unlock loves door
While diving the reefs
Lord she changed my beliefs
As we made love on the ocean floor
And she whispered
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Sailors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
I moved from LA
For a good job with pay
Riding the range for the Double Bar J
Till the rodeo came
And I put in my name
For the bullriding contest that day
The Judges were watching
But they never noticed
the girl standing close to my chute
She picked me to win
I could tell by her grin
As she reached out and patted my boot
And she said
Divers do it deeper
Pilots do it higher
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Doctors do it cleaner
Bikers do it meaner
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger, stronger
Saliors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Dinsdag 2 april 2002
Bosom Of Abraham
Bosom Of Abraham
Composer(s): Phillip Brooks - William Johnson - George McFadden - Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Jubilee Four
Well you rock my soul
Down in the bosom of Abraham
Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham
He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham
Well a rich man lives, he lives so well
Children, when he dies on a lonely hill
Why don't you rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
Dinsdag 2 april 2002
Ditty Wah Ditty
Ditty Wah Ditty
Composer(s): Arthur Blake
Performer(s): Ry Cooder; Bob Kelly
There's a great big mystery
And it sure is worrying me
It's a ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, "Now who's in town?"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four
Said, "Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'"
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat
A lady sat on it and said, "Daddy you sho' is sweet"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone
Just give me that thing that you're sitting on"
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church
'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Maandag 1 april 2002
Art For Art's Sake
Art For Art's Sake
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10 cc
Give me your body
Give me your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind
Give me your love give me it all
Give me in the kitchen give me in the hall
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for God's sake
Give me the readies
Give me the cash
Give me a bullet
Give me a smash
Give me a silver give me a gold
Make it a million for when I get old
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for God's sake
Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money can't be beat Oh no
When you get down, down to the root
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
Still got to keep making the loot
Chauffeur driven
Got to make her quick as you can
Give her loving make you a man
Get her in the palm of your hand
Bread from Heaven
Give me a country
Where I can be free
Don't need the unions
Strangling me
Keep me in exile the rest of my days
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Maandag 1 april 2002
Dites, Si C'était Vrai
Dites, Si C'était Vrai
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Dites, dites, si c'était vrai
S'il était né vraiment à Bethléem, dans une étable
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si les rois Mages étaient vraiment venus de loin, de fort loin
Pour lui porter l'or, la myrrhe, l'encens
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai tout ce qu'ils ont écrit Luc, Matthieu
Et les deux autres
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai le coup des Noces de Cana
Et le coup de Lazare
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai ce qu'ils racontent les petits enfants
Le soir avant d'aller dormir
Vous savez bien, quand ils disent Notre Père, quand ils disent Notre Mère
Si c'était vrai tout cela
Je dirais oui
Oh, sûrement je dirais oui
Parce que c'est tellement beau tout cela
Quand on croit que c'est vrai
Zondag 31 maart 2002
Big City (Tol Hansse)
