Zondag 22 december 2002
Don’t Fan The Flame
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Don’t Fan The Flame
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Zaterdag 21 december 2002
Autotango Del Cantautor
Autotango Del Cantautor
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Qué me dices
cantautor de las narices
qué me cantas con ese aire funeral
Si estás triste
que te cuenten algún chiste
si estás sólo
púdrete en tu soledad
Vete al cine
cómprate unos calcetines
date al ligue
pero deja de llorar
o es que acaso
yo te canto mis fracasos
sólo vengo a echarme un trago
y aún te tengo que aguantar
Qué tortura
soportar tu voz de cura
moralista
y un pelito paternal
Muy aguda
hay que ver la mala uva
de esa letra que te acabas de marcar
Qué oportuna
inmunizas cual vacuna
y aún no sabes
un par de cositas más
que me duermo
que me aburres con tus versos
que me pones muy enfermo
por favor no sigas más
Zaterdag 21 december 2002
Don't Fall In Love With A Dreamer
Don't Fall In Love With A Dreamer
Composer(s): Kim Carnes - Dave Ellingson
Performer(s): Kenny Roger; Kim Carnes
Just look at you sitting there
You never looked better than tonight
And it'd be so easy to tell you I'd stay
Like I've done so many times
I was so sure this would be the night
You'd close the door
And wanna stay with me
And it'd be so easy
To tell you I'd wait
Like I've done so many times
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll always take you in
Just when you think
You've really changed him
He'll leave you again
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll break you every time
So put out the light and just hold on
Before we say goodbye
Now it's morning
And the phone rings and ya say
You gotta get your things together
You just gotta leave
Before you change your mind
And you know
What I was thinking I'd turn around
If you'd just ask me one more time
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll always take you in
Just when you think
You've really changed him
He'll leave you again
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll break you every time
So put out the light and just hold on
Before we say goodbye
Vrijdag 20 december 2002
Automne (Colchiques Dans Les Près)
Automne (Colchiques Dans Les Près)
Composer(s): F. Cokempot
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Colchiques dans les près
Fleurissent, fleurissent
Colchiques dans les près
C'est la fin de l'été
La feuille d'automne
Emportée par le vent
En rondes monotones
Tombe en tourbillonnant
Nuage dans le ciel
S'étire, s'étire
Nuage dans le ciel
S'étire comme une aile
La feuille d'automne
Emportée par le vent
En rondes monotones
Tombe en tourbillonnant
Châtaignes dans les bois
Se fendent, se fendent
Châtaignes dans les bois
Se fendent sous nos pas
La feuille d'automne
Emportée par le vent
En rondes monotones
Tombe en tourbillonnant
Et ce chant dans mon cœur
Murmure, murmure
Et ce chant dans mon cœur
Murmure le bonheur
La feuille d'automne
Emportée par le vent
En rondes monotones
Tombe en tourbillonnant
La feuille d'automne
Emportée par le vent
En rondes monotones
Tombe en tourbillonnant
Vrijdag 20 december 2002
Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight
Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1983
Just a minute 'fore you leave girl
Just a minute 'fore you touch the door
What is it that you're trying to achieve girl
Do you think we can talk about it some more
You know the streets are filled with vipers
Who've lost all ray of hope
You know it ain't even safe no more
In the palace of the Pope
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday is just a memory
Tomorrow's never what it's suppose to be
And I need you
Come over here from over there girl
Sit down here you can have my chair
I can't see you going anywhere girl
The only place open is a thousand miles away
And I can't take you there
Oh, I wish I'd a been a Doctor
Maybe I'd a saved some lives that been lost
Maybe I'd a done some good in this world
Instead of burning every bridge I crossed
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday is just a memory
Tomorrow's never what it's suppose to be
And I need you
Oh, I wish I'd a been a Doctor
Maybe I'd a saved some lives that been lost
Maybe I'd a done some good in this world
Instead of burning every bridge I crossed
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday is just a memory
Tomorrow's never what it's suppose to be
And I need you
Oh, I wish I'd a been a Doctor
Maybe I'd a saved some lives that been lost
Maybe I'd a done some good in this world
Instead of burning every bridge I crossed
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday is just a memory
Tomorrow's never what it's suppose to be
And I need you
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Donderdag 19 december 2002
Automatically Sunshine
Automatically Sunshine
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Oh baby let's take life's highway
It's automatically yours
And my way no road is too rough to travel
We'll walk barefoot on life's gravel together
Whatever we express now
Automatically means success now
Whatever mystery life's about
There's no doubt we'll work it out
'Cause you're mine and I'm yours
So who cares if when it rains it pours
I'm yours and you're mine
It's automatically sunshine
Oh baby, baby
Ooh baby until you find you automatically
I'm behind you so do your thing and always know
Where you go I'm gonna follow
Don't you worry when you're set back
Home you'll hurry and then you'll get back
All the courage my love can give
For all our lives long as we give
'Cause you're mine and I'm yours
So who cares if when it rains it pours
I'm yours and you're mine
It's automatically sunshine
Oh baby, baby
Donderdag 19 december 2002
Don't Explain
Don't Explain
Composer(s): Arthur Herzog Jr. - Billie Holiday
First recording/First release by: Billie Holiday - 1945/1946
Covered by multiple other artists
Hush now don't explain
I know you raise Cain
I'm glad you're back
Don't explain
Quiet, don't explain
You mixed with some dame
Skip that lipstick
Don't explain
You know that I love you and what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours
Cry to hear folks chatter, and I know you cheat
But right and wrong don't matter when you're with me sleep
Hush now, don't explain
You're my joy and pain
My life's yours love
Don't explain
Woensdag 18 december 2002
Automatic Rainy Day
Automatic Rainy Day
Composer(s): Jane Wiedlin
Performer(s): The Go-Go's
You walk into the room and the temperature falls
The mood disappears
Chased away by the gathering storm
That is here
I look up painted sky full of memories
And this house has no roof to shelter me
It's An Automatic Rainy Day
When I See You
It's The Perfect Consolation Prize
A Little Piece Of Blue
It's An Automatic Rainy Day
Just when it feels like the world
Is together and whole
You come around
Dragging your permanent cloud
And the weather turns cold
Hang around for a repeat of history
Falling down in the hole you dug for free
It's An Automatic Rainy Day
When I See You
It's The Perfect Consolation Prize
A Little Piece Of Blue
It's An Automatic Rainy Day
When You See The Reaction You Cause
Does It Make You Sad?
Do You Even Realize
That You're Such A Drag?
Woensdag 18 december 2002
A Piece Of The Pie
A Piece Of The Pie
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman
Like us all you want the very best of life
A car, a house, a neighborhood that’s nice
With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around
Where public schools aren’t breeding grounds for vice
You say you’re working harder than you ever have
You say you got two jobs and so’s your wife
Living in the richest country in the world
Wouldn’t you think you’d have a better life
If you lived in Norway
You’d be fine right now
Get sick there
You make the doctor wait
If you lived in Belgium
You could mediate
(Flemish/French debate)
Hey knock it off!
And the French fries are great
Hey!
Jesus Christ it stinks here high and low
The rich are getting richer
I should know
While we’re going up
You’re going down
And no one gives a shit but Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Jackson
Jackson
There’s a famous saying someone famous said
As General Motors goes so go we all
Johnny Cougar’s singing it’s their country now
He’ll be singing for Toyota by the fall
Patriots:
That’s not true
John’s a patriot
He’s not like you
He’s a……
Jesus Christ it stinks here low and high
Some get rich
And others just get by
Bono’s off in Africa – he’s never around
The country turns it’s lonely eyes to who?
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
A piece of the pie
That’s all we’re asking for
A piece of the pie
Dinsdag 17 december 2002
Automatic Lover
Automatic Lover ((aka See Me, Feel Me (by Scooter) - 2005))
Composer(s): Gary Unwin - Patty Unwin
First release by: Dee D. Jackson - 1978
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Love in space of time
There’s no more feeling
Automated love holdin’
Appealing
I’m longing to be touched
Longing for a kiss
Whisper words of love
Tell me that you missed me
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, I can see you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me, I can feel you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, I can see you
See me, feel me, hear me, touch me, I can hold you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, I...
Nothing to caress
Not a hand to hold
I don’t need his touch
‘Cause his body’s cold
He’s programmed to receive
Automatic satisfaction
Auto love is dead
Was his true reaction
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, I can hold you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me, I can feel you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, I wanna love you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me, I...
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, how I need you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me, I can see you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, how I need you
See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me, I...
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Automatic lover
I am your automatic lover
Dinsdag 17 december 2002
Don’t Ever Walk In The Shadows
Don’t Ever Walk In The Shadows
Composer(s): Noel Bernard
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
Don’t ever walk in the shadows
Just walk in the sun
Get the blues on the run
Don’t ever walk in the shadows
But come with me where things are free
And don’t ever walk when it’s cloudy
Just walk when it’s bright
Things will turn out alright
Where everybody says ‘howdee!’
For that’s the place to be
Hold my arm and let me be your guide
We’ll cross over to the sunny side
Oh, let’s go and see Mr Sunshine on this sunny day
And I know what he’ll say
Don’t ever walk in the shadows
Just walk right in the sun
Hold my arm and let me be your guide
We’ll cross over to the sunny side
Oh, let’s go and see Mr Sunshine on this sunny day
And I know what he’ll say
Don’t ever walk in the shadows
Just walk with me, where things are free
Just walk right over in the sun
Maandag 16 december 2002
Automatic
Automatic
Composer(s): Brock Walsh - Mark Goldenberg
Performer(s): Brock Walsh
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all systems run aground
All I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak
Wind up locked in the circuitry
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
Automatic
Automatic
What is this madness
That makes my motor run
And my legs too weak to stand
I go from sadness
To exhilaration
Like a robot at your command
My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure
They tell me
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
Automatic
Automatic
Maandag 16 december 2002
(Don't Ever Take The) Ribbons From Your Hair
(Don't Ever Take The) Ribbons From Your Hair
Composer(s): Helen Hudgins
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
Don't ever take the ribbons from your hair
Each tiny bow is tied with loving care
You're pretty as a picture and I love each precious curl
Your Mommy's little problem, but your Daddy's little girl
You'll never grow too old to wear your bows
They'll always match your little turned up nose
And even when you grow to be like Mommy, sweet and fair
Don't ever take the ribbons from your hair
Don't ever take the ribbons from your hair
And never lose that precious baby's stare
You're lighter than a feather when I bounce you on my knee
You're Daddy's little angel and that's what you'll always be
Those silken strands of ribbon match your eyes
They're bluer than the blue up in the skies
Your Daddy feels as wealthy as the richest millionaire
Don't ever take the ribbons from your hair
Zondag 15 december 2002
Autograph
Autograph
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver
Here I am closing my eyes again
Trying so hard not to see
All the things that I see
Almost willing to lie again
I swear that it just isn’t so
It just isn’t me
We are never alone
Even though we’d like to be
Then I go and open my eyes again
Love in your eyes is the thing
That I’d most like to see
I’d be willing to die again
To know of a place and a time
Where it always could be
To be always with you
And you always with me
This is my autograph
Here is the songs I sing
Here is my cry and my laugh
Here is the love that I bring
To be always with you
And you always with me
Say a prayer and open your heart again
You are the love and the life
That we all need to see
Always willing to shine and then
Peace on this earth is the way
That it always can be
To be always with you
And you always with me
This is my autograph
Here is the songs I sing
Here is my cry and my laugh
Here is the love that I bring
To be always with you
And you always with me
Zondag 15 december 2002
Don't Ever Love Me
Don't Ever Love Me
Composer(s): Lord Burgess
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
While in that gay tropic isle
I first saw that maiden smile
Though I had failed in the past
I said "this is true love at last"
But then she whispered to me
That our love never could be
Destiny, oh when will I see the day?
Hopelessly, I've wandered so long this way
"This could never be" she said pleadingly
"Don't ever love me, I'm just fancy-free"
"This could never be" she said pleadingly
"Don't ever love me"
My love was motion and grace
The moonlight soft on her face
I held her close in my arms
My heart was quick to her charms
But then I saw in her glance
It was just an evening's romance
Destiny, oh when will I see the day?
Hopelessly, I've wandered so long this way
"This could never be" she said pleadingly
"Don't ever love me, I'm just fancy-free"
"This could never be" she said pleadingly
"Don't ever love me"
"This could never be" she said pleadingly
"Don't ever love me"
Zaterdag 14 december 2002
Autobiographie
Autobiographie
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
J'ai ouvert les yeux sur un meublé triste
Rue Monsieur Le Prince au Quartier Latin
Dans un milieu de chanteurs et d'artistes
Qu'avaient un passé, pas de lendemain
Des gens merveilleux un peu fantaisistes
Qui parlaient le russe et puis l'arménien
Si mon père était chanteur d'opérette
Nanti d'une voix que j'envie encore
Ma mère tenait l'emploi de soubrette
Et le troupe ne roulait pas sur l'or
Mais ma sœur et moi étions à la fête
Blottis dans un coin derrière un décor
Tous ces comédiens chargés de famille
Mais dont le français était hésitant
Devaient accepter pour gagner leur vie
Le premier emploi qui était vacant
Conduire un taxi ou tirer l'aiguille
Ça pouvait se faire avec un accent
Après le travail les jours de semaine
Ces acteurs frustrés répétaient longtemps
Pour le seul plaisir un soir par quinzaine
De s'offrir l'oubli des soucis d'argent
Et crever de trac en entrant en scène
Devant un public formé d'émigrants
Quand les fins de mois étaient difficiles
Quand il faisait froid, qui le pain manquait
On allait souvent honteux et fébrile
Au Mont de piété où l'on engageait
Un vieux samovar, des choses futiles
Objets du passé, auxquels on tenait
On parlait de ceux morts près du Bosphore
Buvait à la vie, buvait aux copains
Les femmes pleuraient et jusqu'aux aurores
Les hommes chantaient quelques vieux refrains
Qui venaient de loin, du fond d'un folklore
Où vivaient la mort, l'amour et le vin
Nous avions toujours des amies à table
Le peu qu'on avait on le partageait
Mes parents disaient: "Ce serait le diable
Si demain le ciel ne nous le rendait"
Ce n'est pas là geste charitable
Ils aimaient les autres et Dieu nous aidaient
Tandis que devant poêles et casseroles
Mon père cherchait sa situation
Jour et nuit sous une lampe à pétrole
Ma mère brodait pour grande maison
Et nous avant que d'aller à l'école
Faisions le ménage et les commissions
Ainsi je grandis sans contrainte aucune
Me soûlant la nuit, travaillant le jour
Ma vie a connu diverses fortunes
J'ai frôlé la mort, j'ai trouvé l'amour
J'ai eu des enfants qui m'ont vu plus d'une
Fois me souvenir le cœur un peu lourd
Rue Monsieur Le Prince au Quartier Latin
Dans un milieu de chanteurs et d'artistes
Qu'avaient un passé, pas de lendemain
Des gens merveilleux un peu fantaisistes
Qui parlaient le russe et puis l'arménien
Zaterdag 14 december 2002
Don't Ever Leave Me (Paul Anka)
Don't Ever Leave Me
Composer(s): Paul Anka; Joe Sherman
Performer(s): Paul Anka
Don't ever leave me, don't say good-bye
If you do, I'll be the lonely one
I'll sit down and I will cry
Don't ever tell me, don't say we're through
If you do, I'll be the lonely one
I'll sit down and I'll cry over you
No matter what you should say to me
no matter what you'll do, it would be nothing at all to me
because I'm so in love with you
I love you, don't ever change dear
no, don't say we're through
If you do, I'll be the lonely one
and I'll sit down and I'll cry over you
and I'll sit down and I'll cry over you
Vrijdag 13 december 2002
Autobiografia
Autobiografia
Performer(s): Perfect
Mialem dziesiec lat, gdy uslyszal o nim swiat
W mej piwnicy byl nasz klub
Kumpel radio zniósl, uslyszalem "Blues Sued Shoes"
I nie moglem w nocy spac
Wiatr odnowy wial, darowano reszty kar
Znów sie mozna bylo smiac
W kawiarniany gwar jak tornado jazz sie wdarl
I ja tez chcialem grac
Ojciec, Bóg wie gdzie, martenowski stawial piec
Mnie paznokiec z palca zszedl
Z gryfu zostal wiór, gralem milion róznych bzdur
I poznalem co to seks
Pocztówkowy szal, kazdy z nas ich piecset mial
Zamiast nowej pary dzins
A w sobotnia noc byl Luksemburg, chata, szklo
Jakze sie chcialo zyc!
Bylo nas trzech, w kazdym z nas inna krew
Ale jeden przyswiecal nam cel
Za kilka lat miec u stóp caly swiat, wszystkiego w bród
Alpagi lyk i dyskusje po swit
Niecierpliwy w nas ciskal sie duch
Ktos dostal w nos, to poplakal sie ktos, cos dzialo sie
Poróznila nas, za jej Poli Raksy twarz
Kazdy by sie zabic dal
W pewna letnia noc, gdzies na dach wynioslem koc
I dostalem to, com chcial
Powiedziala mi, ze klopoty moga byc
Ja jej, ze egzamin mam
Odkrecila gaz, nie zapukal nikt na czas
Znów jak pies bylem sam
Stu róznych ról, czym ugasic mój ból
Nauczylo mnie zycie jak nikt
W wyrku na wznak przechlapalem swój czas, najlepszy czas
W knajpie dla braw klezmer kazal mi grac
Takie rzeczy, ze jeszcze mi wstyd
Pewnego dnia zrozumialem, ze ja nie umiem nic
Sluchaj mnie, tam, pokonalem sie sam
Oto wysnil sie wielki mój sen
Tysieczny tlum spija slowa z mych ust, kochaja mnie
W hotelu fan mówi: "Na tasmie mam
To, jak w gardlach im rodzi sie spiew!"
Otwieram drzwi i nie mówie juz nic do czterech scian
Vrijdag 13 december 2002
Don't Ever Change (Warren Hull)
Don't Ever Change
Composer(s): Walter Hirsch - Lou Handman
Performer(s): Warren Hull
and multiple other artists
Don`t ever change
Just stay the way you are tonight
You`re just exactly right, sweetheart
Don`t ever change
Let`s live and love and go along
Let`s keep our lives a song, sweetheart
Oh, I would rather see the ocean
Change its motion, and cease to flow
I`d rather see the showers change
The flowers, so they won`t grow
Don`t ever change in anything you say or do
Just be the same sweet you, sweetheart
Donderdag 12 december 2002
Autobahn
