Zaterdag 29 maart 2003
Don't She Look Good (Bill Anderson)
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Don't She Look Good
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Vrijdag 28 maart 2003
La Ballade De Davy Crockett
La Ballade De Davy Crockett
((English Version: The Ballad of Davy Crockett (by Bill Hayes))
Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn - Francis Blanche
Performer(s): Annie Cordy
Y avait un homme qui s'appelait Davy
Il était né dans le Tennessee
Si courageux que quand il était p'tit
Il tua un ours du premier coup d'fusil
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais peur
À quatorze ans il s'était perdu
Dans un désert vaste et inconnu
Pendant dix jours il marcha vers le Sud
Sans rien manger qu'un petit peu d'herbe crue
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais faim
Pendant la guerre contre les indiens
Il combattit tout seul contre vingt
Ayant une flèche plantée dans une main
Il l'arracha avec son autre main
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais mal
Dans la forêt au cœur de l'hiver
Quand il chassait les loups et les cerfs
Le torse nu et les bras découverts
Il s'en allait riant des courants d'air
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais froid
Quand les Peaux-Rouges demandèrent la paix
Davy serra la main qu'ils tendaient
Avec les chefs il fuma le calumet
Mais sans rien boire, pas même un verre de lait
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais soif
On l'présenta pour les élections
Et ses discours remuaient l'opinion
Il était là dans toutes les réunions
La tête froide malgré son émotion
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais chaud
C'était un homme qui s'appelait Davy
Tout le monde ici se souvient de lui
Face au danger, à la peur, à la nuit
Face au devoir, à la mort, à la vie
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais fui
Vrijdag 28 maart 2003
Don't Say You Don't Remember
Don't Say You Don't Remember
Composer(s): Estelle Levitt - Helen Miller
Performer(s): Beverly Bremers
We wrote on the corner of the table
"This is the only one that will last
For you, for me, for always
Forever was meant for us", but for us it went by too fast
Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?
When we meet you always call me "baby"
How could it be that you forgot my name?
Before you go, be honest
I belonged to you and believed that you felt the same
Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?
People never stay the same forever
Somebody always loves a little more
Tonight I need to love you
Together we'll find a way to make tomorrow worth living for
Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?
Donderdag 27 maart 2003
The Ballad Of Davy Crockett
The Ballad Of Davy Crockett
((French Version: La Ballade De Davy Crockett (by Annie Cordy))
Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn
Performer(s): Bill Hayes
and multiple other artists
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!
Andy Jackson is our Gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!
Headed back to war from the ol' home place
But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War
Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
He give his word an' he give his hand
That his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
That justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!
Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!
But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!
Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!
Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
But he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!
Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
A fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!
The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!
He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Governments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!
He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
Of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneers!
He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
Donderdag 27 maart 2003
Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby)
Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby)
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King
First release by: The Cookies - 1963
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
He's good (He's good)
He's good to me (Good to me)
And that''s all I care about
Oh no, Don't you tell me by baby's just a playboy (It isn't true)
Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy (That's a lie)
I won't listen to a single word you say (He's my guy)
Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy
He's true
He's true to me
So girl, you better shut your mouth
Everybody says he's lazy
But not when he's kissing me
Everybody says he's crazy
Sure he's crazy, crazy about me (Oh, yeah)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
He's good (He's good)
He's good to me (Good to me)
And that's all I care about
Oh no, Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Dont' say nothing bad about my baby
He's true (He's true)
He's true to me (True to me)
So girl you better shut your mouth
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
Woensdag 26 maart 2003
La Ballade De Bill Brillantine
La Ballade De Bill Brillantine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Il marchait comme un chat égaré
Nerfs tendus toutes griffes rentrées
Son regard me donnait froid dans le dos
Il semblait guetter
Les gens du quartier
Cherchant la violence
À travers un mot
Il portait des blue-jeans délavés
Il rôdait aux sorties des cinés
Il faisait un très grand numéro
Adossé au mur
Il jouait les durs
Et son cinéma
Ne sonnait pas faux
Bill Brillantine
Je n'ai pas oublié
Bill Brillantine
Et ses cheveux lustrés
Toujours huilés
Bill Brillantine
Où es-tu donc passé
Mais que t'est-il arrivé?
Bill Brillantine
Bill Brillantine
Maintenant tes cheveux sont tombés
Ton blouson est rangé au grenier
Du passé il reste quelques photos
Fini l'aventure
Le gang des voitures
Avec ton mariage
Est tombé à l'eau
Bill Brillantine
Je n'ai pas oublié
Bill Brillantine
Et tes cheveux lustrés
Toujours huilés
Bill Brillantine
Où es-tu donc passé
Mais que t'est-il arrivé?
Bill Brillantine
Eh! Tu m'prêtes ta Vespa?
Non, j'peux pas
J'vais à une suprise-partie ce soir
Oh tu m'emmènes?
Non, non, non, non, non, non, Bill, non
Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill
Non, non, tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill
Non Bill, au revoir Bill, au revoir Bill...
Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill...
Woensdag 26 maart 2003
Don't Say No
Don't Say No
Composer(s): Billy Squier
Performer(s): Billy Squier
We live in confusion times --- my world is a vice
Nobody gets out alive... but you can break through the ice
Don't say no
My wounds are the open kind --- I bleed every day
I pray for a change of mind... you could take me away
Don't say no
Take on the system, playin' on the wrong side
Spend all my money tryin' to have a good time
Come 'round to see you from time to time
Week in the knees and I'm busted
Some people they treat me kind... some drive me away
Some people they blow your mind... it's not easy today
Don't say no
I live on the borderline... you come from the void
I beg you to cross the line... you take good care of your boy
Don't say no
Got me a ticket sittin' on a gold mine
Send me the int'rest, take me where the sun shines
Come 'round to see me from time to time
Bring it to me when I'm busted
One minute I'm outa time... I don't fit in your game
You kill me in overtime... I don't remember my name
One minute you're on my mind... next minute you're gone
You tell me to read the signs... they tell me we're on
Don't say no...
Dinsdag 25 maart 2003
La Bague À Jules
La Bague À Jules
Composer(s): Alec Siniavine
Performer(s): Patachou
Y a quelqu' chos' qui tourne pas rond
Sur cett' boul' qu'on appell' la Terre...
Et mêm' les gens qu'nous admirons
N'sont pas à l'abri d'la misère...
C'est ainsi qu' dans l'milieu, l'aut' jour
À midi juste à la pendule
Ce bruit affreux n'a fait qu'un tour
On a fauché la bague à Jules!
Jul's, c'est un caïd, un' terreur
Mais un malin, presqu'un artiste ...
Un gars qui n'fait jamais d'erreurs
Un' min' d'or pour les journalistes ...
Pour un' fois qu'il s'faisait masser
De l'orteil à la clavicule
Complèt'ment nu, comm' vous pensez
On a fauché la bague à Jules!
Un' petit' bagu' de rien du tout
Deux cents gramm's d'or autour d'un diam'
Des p'tits rubis un peu partout...
Seul'ment la bagu' lui v'nait d'Madame!
Ou plutôt, de son ton guindé
Aux demoisell's qui déambulent
Elle avait dit: c'est décidé
On va offrir la bague à Jules
D'la s'couss' les pépées des carr'fours
Les cell's que la moral' tolère
Les bell's de nuit, les bell's de jour
Les faux poids et les vraies douairières
Tout's ont augmenté leurs tarifs
Afin d'arrondir leur pécule...
Y a eu du marathon sportif
Pour alourdir la bague à Jules!
Hélas, depuis qu'on a fauché
L'ornement d'son auriculaire
La clientèl' peut s'approcher
Fini, l'moindre effort pour lui plaire...
Et malheur au gars qui dirait
Comm' ça bêt'ment, sans préambule
"Pardon, Mad'moisell', c'est-y vrai
Qu'on a fauché la bague à Jules ?"
Et Jul's lui-mêm', c'est pire encor...
Il os' plus dir' bonjour aux potes
Il sait pas quoi fair' de son corps...
Quand il est tout seul, il sanglote...
Tous les tantôts, dès qu'il est l'vé
D'un air penaud et ridicule
Il va voir aux objets trouvés
Si y aurait pas la bague à Jules
Tenez, l'aut' soir, n'en pouvant plus
Tremblant comme un qu'a la jaunisse
Et cachant ses gros doigts poilus
Il est allé à la police...
Et là, au commissair' soufflé
Il a dit: "Tant pis, c'est régule
Y aura un sac pour le poulet
Qui ramèn'ra la bague à Jules! ..."
Et pendant c'temps-là, pas bien loin
L'imbécil' qu'a fauché la bague
Se consol' tout seul, dans un coin
De l'énormité de la blague...
Car sa loup' lui a révélé
La vérité sur le bidule...
Dans l'histoir' tout l'monde est volé
Elle était fauss' la bague à Jules! ...
Dinsdag 25 maart 2003
Don't Say Goodnight And Mean Goodbye
Don't Say Goodnight And Mean Goodbye
Composer(s): Joseph DeAngelis - Charles Partee
First release by: The Shirelles - 1963
Tonight you're actin' strange I find
And you got something on your mind
Something's wrong, I can see it
See it in your eyes
Whoa darlin
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Oh, it may just be all in my mind
But tonight doesn't seem like other times
Then you were laughing and gay
But now I hear you sighing, oh yes I do
Whoa whoa whoa darlin'
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Have I lost touch with your heart
Or do I just worry too much?
I couldn't stand for us to part
Because I love you much, much too much
So don't let this kiss be our last kiss
Let there be other nights of holding you like this
Please don't walk away, pretty baby
With that look in your eyes
Oh no no, whoa darling
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Whoa oh oh baby
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Oh oh oh, don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Maandag 24 maart 2003
La Bagarre
La Bagarre
((Adapted from: Trouble (by Elvis Presley) - 1958))
Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday (France) - 1962
Si vous chercher la bagarre
Vous êtes venu à la bonne place
Si vous chercher la bagarre
Regardez-moi bien en face
Et, je n'aime pas beaucoup
Qu'on m'en remontre
J'avoue que la bagarre
Je ne suis pas contre
Ça me fait pas peur
Je dirais même
Que j'aime cogner
C'est un plaisir
D'accord, les gars
J'vais vous soigner
Si pas pour la bagarre
Alors c'est pour mon fric
Vous tombez bien blague à part
Sur moi, j'ai plus d'une brique
Mais avant il faudra
Passer par moi
Je vous prends un par un
Ou bien tous les trois à la fois
Ça me fait pas peur
Je dirais même
Que j'aime cogner
C'est un plaisir
D'accord, les gars
J'vais vous soigner
Maandag 24 maart 2003
Don't Say A Word
Don't Say A Word
((Adapted from: Après L'Amour (Charles Aznavour) - 1964))
((Italian Version: Dopo L'amore (Charles Aznavour & Mia Martini) - 1977))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liesbeth List - 1976
Liesbeth:
My hands of time stand still
Rain on the window sill
The lazy clouds drift by
A rainbow in the sky
We two stand here alone
So alone, you and I
Love, now you are close to me
Oh, come closer to me
I feel your gentle touch
Warm fingers touching, running
At last, we two are one
I beg you let this moment last forever
Don't say a word
Let your lips go on kissing me
Don't say a word
Share this moment with me
Pressing close to your heart
Makes my world feel a part of yours
Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it
Don't say a word
Let me feel what your lips can say
We might be heard and the moon fly away
Darling, lie here with me
What must be love, must be, my heart has heard
Darling, don't say a word
Charles:
Pressing close to your heart
Makes my world feel a part of your world
Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it
Don't
Liesbeth:
Don't say a word
Charles:
Let me feel
Liesbeth:
Let me feel what your lips can say
Charles:
Don't
Liesbeth:
We might be heard
And the moon fly away
Both:
Darling, lie here with me
What must be love must be
My heart has heard
My darling don't say a word
Charles:
Don't, darling, answer
Ah, don't
Zondag 23 maart 2003
Trouble (Elvis Presley)
Trouble
((French Version: La Bagarre (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1962))
Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah!
Zondag 23 maart 2003
Don't Rock The Boat, Dear
Don't Rock The Boat, Dear
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Dean Martin & Margaret Whiting; Nancy Andrews
(MW) Don't rock the boat dear
(MW) Keep our love afloat dear
(MW) Strike that happy note dear
(MW) We're not lost at sea
(DM) Keep our love ready
(DM) And never high or heady
(DM) Always keep it steady
(DM) The way it ought to be
(Both) Even though we're out in deep water
(Both) We must save the future for sons and daughters
(MW) Don't rock the ship dear
(DM) Here's a little tip dear
(MW) Make each trip a pip dear
(Both) Just for the likes of you and me
(DM) Don't rock the yacht dear
(MW) Don't you go to pot dear
(DM) This year is a hot year
(DM) We're not lost at sea
(MW) Don't rock the scow now
(DM) Charm me off the bow now
(MW) Love me here and now
(Both) Wow the way it ought to be
(DM) Even though we're out in deep water
(MW) We must save the future for sons and daughters
(DM) Don't rock the sloop dear
(MW) Don't be nincompoop dear
(DM) Lovers loop the loop dear
(Both) It was made for us
(MW) Don't rock the craft dear
(DM) We're not on a raft dear
(MW) Love before and aft (Both) dear
(Both) Don't rock the boat dear
(DM) Keep our love afloat dear
(MW) Strike that happy note dear (Both) dear
(Both) Just for the likes of you and me
Zaterdag 22 maart 2003
La Autoradio Canta
La Autoradio Canta
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Domingo, a por el mar cumpliendo una promesa
Tu siéntate cerquita y ya veremos qué pasa
la autoradio canta, no te separes
la autoradio canta, no te separes
Si acaso tienes sed aquí traigo de todo
ahora que voy bien ¿Qué tal si hablamos un poco?
la autoradio canta, no te separes
la autoradio canta, no te separes
Parecen diez minutos pero hace horas
que estamos en camino y no se ve la costa
la autoradio canta, no te separes
la autoradio canta, no te separes que ...
Esta canción tal asi como es
va dedicada a ti ¿No ves?
y a esa sonrisa que me parte en dos el corazón
Hey! es toda esntera para ti
casi tan tierna como tú
que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar
y sé que los hay...
y sé cuantos hay...
Atrás quedan los ruidos con sus ciudades
me gusta que tus ojos no quieran mirarme
la autoradio canta, no te separes
la autoradio canta, no te separes
Y mientras tú me cuentas cómo va tu vida
que tu padre no te entiende y que estás muy dolida
la autoradio canta, y me distrae
la autoradio canta, y se hace muy tarde ...
Esta canción tal asi como es
Va dedicada a ti ¿No ves?
y a esa sonrisa que me parte en dos el corazón
Hey! es toda esntera para ti
casi tan tierna como tú
que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar
y sé que los hay...
y sé cuantos hay...
Y el dia se nos va y el mar aún no se ha visto
el año que viene saldremos más pronto, verás...
Esta canción tal asi como es
Va dedicada a ti ¿No ves?
que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar
y sé que los hay...
y sé cuantos hay...
Zaterdag 22 maart 2003
Don't Rob Another Man's Castle
Don't Rob Another Man's Castle
Composer(s): Jenny Carson
First recording/First release by: Eddy Arnold, The Tennesee Plowboy and his Guitar - 1948/1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't rob another man's castle
For he's like a king on a throne
It may be a shack, down along side the tracks
But everything in it's his own
Don't think of taking his loved one
For it's written, "Thou Shalt Not Steal"
Don't rob another man's castle
For someone just stole it from me
Vrijdag 21 maart 2003
La Americana
La Americana
Composer(s): M. Grilli - Miguel Bosé
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Nano nano ésta es La Americana
Nano nano ésta es latina hey!
Nano Nano ésta La Americana
Nano Nano ésta La Americana
Nano Nano mira que boca hey!
Nano nano ésta es de lengua hermana
Nano nano hey!
Te come en español ...
Nano nano ésta es canela en rama
Nano nano es cosa buena hey!
Nano nano ésta es manzana sana
Nano nano hey!
Se come ...
Mira hermano que ésta me pierde
Poco a poco me ata el corazón
Nano nano quieto y hasta mañana
Nano nano esto es America
La Americana
Tiene una pasíon que no duerme
Y quiere hacer el amor
Después de hacer el amor ...Amen
La Americana
Dice lo que siente y me enciende
Me vuelve loco el calor
De ésta morena en calor ...Amen
Y besa en español...
Nano Nano ésta La Americana
Nano Nano mira que tetasa hey!
Nano nano ésta es de pura lana
Nano nano hey!
Se come al español ...
Vrijdag 21 maart 2003
Don't Rain On My Parade
Don't Rain On My Parade
Composer(s): Jule Styne - Bob Merrill
First release by: Barbra Streisand - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to leave
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A Cinderella or a shine apple of an eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Yes, sir
No, sir
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
All that the law will allow
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Though I'm alone I'm a gang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, world, here I am...
Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!
Donderdag 20 maart 2003
La Alegría
La Alegría
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
No queda nada que pueda querer
no queda nada que pueda desear
He conbinado la sal con la miel
he conseguido más de lo normal
Ni una alegría yo voy a buscar
mi alegría es de humo y fragor
No está ni arriba ni abajo ni atrás
Quizás delante tras otro sudor
Mi sonrisa no está en la yerba ni en el viento
mi sonrisa no está en la luna ni en el mar
mi sonrisa no está en un cuerpo de mujer
mi sonrisa no está en el día
(ni siquiera está en la alegría)
Mi alegía está dentro de mí
mi alegría sale sin querer
mi alegría es lo que hay que decir
mi alegría es lo que hay que saber
Mi sonrisa no está en la yerba ni en el viento
mi sonrisa no está en la luna ni en el mar
mi sonrisa no está en un cuerpo de mujer
mi sonrisa no está en el día
(ni siquiera está en la alegría)
No queda nada en la tierra y el mar
que no haya hecho a mi cuerpo feliz
No queda nada que pueda buscar
y sin embargo no empiezo a vivir
Donderdag 20 maart 2003
Don't Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington
Composer(s): Noel Coward
Performer(s): Noel Coward; Vic Reeves
Some years ago when I was returning from the Far East
on a very large ship
I was pursued around the decks every day by a very large lady
She showed me some photographs of her daughter – a repellant-looking girl
and seemed convinced that she was destined for a great stage career
Finally, in sheer self-preservation, I locked myself in my cabin and wrote this song
“Don’t Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington”)
Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
The profession is overcrowded
The struggle’s pretty tough
And admitting the fact she’s burning to act
That isn’t quite enough
She’s a nice girl and though her teeth are fairly good
She’s not the type I ever would be eager to engage
I repeat, Mrs. Worthington, sweet Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
Regarding yours, dear Mrs. Worthington
Of Wednesday, the 23rd
Although your baby may be keen on a stage career
How can I make it clear that this is not a good idea
For her to hope and appear, Mrs. Worthington
Is on the face of it absurd
Her personality is not in reality quite big enough, inviting enough
For this particular sphere
Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
She’s a bit of an ugly duckling, you must honestly confess
And the width of her seat would surely defeat
Her chances of her success
It’s - it’s a loud voice, and though it’s not exactly flat
She’ll need a little more than that to earn a living wage
On my knees, Mrs. Worthington, please Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
Though they said at the school of acting
She was lovely as Peer Gynt
I’m afraid, on the whole, an ingenue role might emphasize her squint
She has nice hands, to give the wretched girl her due
But don’t you think her bust is too developed for her age
No more buts, Mrs. Worthington, nuts! Mrs. Worthington
Don’t put your daughter on the stage
Woensdag 19 maart 2003
La "The Nana"
