Vrijdag 2 april 2004
Babooshka
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Babooshka
Composer(s): Kate Bush
First release by: Kate Bush - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists
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Donderdag 1 april 2004
La Mort Douce
La Mort Douce
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall
Je me souviens j'étais
Le souffle du vent le matin
Et le sable et la terre et leur parfum
Et le bruit du soleil qui connaît son chemin
Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais
Dans une autre vie j'étais
Un peu de ce monde qui m'entoure
Que j'aime comme une fille aime sa mère d'amour
Et j'étais bien
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais
L'arbre qui s'ouvre au printemps
La reine des abeilles qui attend
Que lui reviennent les fleuves et leur miel transparent
Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais
Un autre maillon de la chaîne
Un autre regard mais c'est le même
Une autre façon de savoir dire je t'aime
Et j'étais bien
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
Et j'étais bien
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
Et j'étais bien
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
Et j'y retourne demain
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
J'étais
Donderdag 1 april 2004
Babies
Babies
Composer(s): Nick Banks - Jarvis Cocker - Candida Doyle - Steve Mackey - Russell Sr.
Performer(s): Pulp
Well it happened years ago when you lived on Stanhope Road
We listened to your sister when she came home from school
'cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room
We listened outside and heard her
Alright
Well that was alright for a while but soon I wanted more
I want to see as well as hear and so I hid inside her wardrobe
And she came round four and she was with some kid called David
from the garage up the road
I listened outside I heard her
Alright
Oh I want to take you home
I want to give you children
You might be my girlfriend, yeah
When I saw you next day I really couldn't tell
'cos you might go and tell your mother
And so you went with Neve and Neve was coming on
And I thought I heard you laughing when his Mum and Dad were gone
I listened outside, I heard you
Alright
Oh I want to take you home ...
Well I guess it couldn't last too long
I came home one day and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside
I never heard her come
And then she opened up her wardrobe and I had to get it on
Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home
I heard you stop outside the door
I know you won't believe it's true
I only went with her 'cos she looks like you
Oh I want to take you home ...
Woensdag 31 maart 2004
Lamas Fayre
Lamas Fayre
Composer(s): Chris Difford
Performer(s): Chris Difford
We caught the ferry from Stranraer to Larne
over the great waves out under the stars
to sleep in a cabin and look for the shore
at six in the morning when I was a boy
mother would lead me and take me in her hand
combing my parting while back on dry land
we caught the showers that fell on the beech
sunshine we dreamt of was so out of reach
on Irish mountains the coaches would climb
we¹d write out postcards as the drivers unwind
and mother was drinking with her friends at the bar
and I¹d run them around but I wouldn¹t go far
We caught the Ocean that flew on the wind
we sat together and we let the day in
she prayed in her silence for all who she knew
this beautiful landscape was all for my view
and mother would take me to see Lamas Fair
gypsies would see me and they¹d play with my hair
I heard my fortune told so simply there
The rain was falling on the heather and gorse
I had my ice cream with the chocolate sauce
father was frowning a bag on his back
the happier he got the more that he drank
fiddles were playing in the opposite bar
I had my crisps and lemonade in the car
down to the causeway where giants once roamed
id chase the crabs just before they got stoned
my father my mother my brothers and me
so young and simple in my memory
Woensdag 31 maart 2004
La Mort D'Ophélie
La Mort D'Ophélie
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Un saule penché sur le ruisseau
Pleure dans le cristal des eaux
Ses feuilles blanches
Ophélie tressant des guirlandes
Vient présenter comme une offrande
Des fleurs, des branches
Pour caresser ses boutons d'or
Pour respirer son jeune corps
Le saule se penche
Mais sous elle un rameau se brise
Le saule en pleurs la retient prise
De part sa manche
Ophélie lui dit "qu'il est bon"
Quand le ruisseau dans un frisson
Casse la branche
Ophélie file au fil de l'eau
Qui vient gonfler son blanc manteau
Contre ses hanches
Son cri s'éteint comme une joie
La boue immonde où elle se noie
Prend sa revanche
Un saule penché sur le ruisseau
Pleure dans le cristal des eaux
Ses feuilles blanches
Woensdag 31 maart 2004
Babes On Broadway
Babes On Broadway
Composer(s): Burton Lane - Ralph Freed
Performer(s): Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
We're babes on Broadway
we're going places, when our new faces appear
It's wonderful street for babes like us to be on
we're here because we want to see our names in neon
We left Topeka, we left Eureka and came to seek a career
Oh, we're milking applause instead of milking a cow
'cause we're babes on Broadway now!
Dinsdag 30 maart 2004
La Mort D'Hamlet Et Le Rideau Tombe
La Mort D'Hamlet Et Le Rideau Tombe
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Je l'aimais, je l'aimais, je l'aimais
Quelques vérités
Un peu de passion
Un fil de l'épée
Un peu de poison
Et le rideau tombe
C'est la fin du monde
Un peu de colère
Un peu de souffrance
Un peu de prière
Si peu d'importance
Et le rideau tombe
C'est la fin du monde
Dinsdag 30 maart 2004
Toys In The Attic
Toys In The Attic
>Composer(s): George W. Duning - George David Weiss - Joe Sherman
Performer(s): Jack Jones
A time for mem'ries returning
A time for longing and yearning
Shades of blue crowding through
As I sit here remembering you
A time for wond'ring what happened
For wond'ring why did it happen
No goodbye, not a sigh
How could love slip away and just die
I thought that you, the night, the summertime
Were out of sight and out of mind
Yet here you are, the night, the summertime
Still in my heart, I was blind
A time for mem'ries returning
With too much heartache and yearning
So I'd better store those dreams away
Like broken toys in the attic
The mem'ries of my yesterday
Like broken toys in the attic
The mem'ries of my yesterday
Maandag 29 maart 2004
La Mort
La Mort
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - My Death (by Scott Walker)
1986 - Kuolema (by Jarkko Rantanen)
La mort m'attend comme une vieille fille
Au rendez-vous de la faucille
Pour mieux cueillir le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend comme une princesse
À l'enterrement de ma jeunesse
Pour mieux pleurer le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend comme Carabosse
À l'incendie de nos noces
Pour mieux rire du temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au devant de la porte il y a toi
La mort attend sous l'oreiller
Que j'oublie de me réveiller
Pour mieux glacer le temps qui passe
La mort attend que mes amis
Me viennent voir en pleine nuit
Pour mieux se dire que le temps passe
La mort m'attend dans tes mains claires
Qui devront fermer mes paupières
Pour mieux quitter le temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au devant de la porte il y a toi
La mort m'attend aux dernières feuilles
De l'arbre qui fera mon cercueil
Pour mieux clouer le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend dans les lilas
Qu'un fossoyeur lancera sur moi
Pour mieux fleurir le temps qui passe
La mort m'attend dans un grand lit
Tendu aux toiles de l'oubli
Pour mieux fermer le temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte
Et qui m'attend déjà
Ange ou démon qu'importe
Au devant de la porte il y a toi
Maandag 29 maart 2004
Babes In Arms
Babes In Arms
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
They call us babes in arms
But we are babes in armour
They laugh at babes in arms
But we'll be laughing far more
On city street and farms
They'll hear a rising was cry
Youth will arrive
Let them know you are alive
Make it your cry!
They call us babes in arms
They think they must direct us
But if we're babes in arms
We'll make them all respect us
Why have we got our arms
What have we got our sight for?
Play day is done
We have a place in the sun
We must fight for
So babes in arms to arms!
Zondag 28 maart 2004
My Death
My Death
((Adapted from: La Mort (by Jacques Brel) - 1959))
((Finnish Version: Kuolema (by Jarkko Rantanen) - 1986))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Scott Walker - 1967
and multiple other artists
My death is like
a swinging door
a patient girl who knows the score
whistle for her
and the passing time
My death waits like
a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that
and the passing time
My death waits like
a witch at night
and surely as our love is bright
let's laugh for us
and the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you
My death waits like
a beggar blind
who sees the world with an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time
My death waits
to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends
let's drink to that
and the passing time
My death waits in
your arms, your thighs
your cool fingers will close my eyes
let's not talk about
the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you
My death waits
among the falling leaves
in magicians, mysterious sleeves
rabbits, dogs
and the passing times
My death waits
among the flowers
where the blackish shadow cowers
let's pick lilacs
for the passing time
My death waits in
a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
pull up the sheets
against the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you
Zondag 28 maart 2004
Let's Make Love
Let's Make Love
Composer(s): Stanley J. Damerell - Tolchard Evans
Performer(s): Jack Payne & Charlie Asplin
Love's a thing no one can decide
You and young potatoes make eyes
And the beetroots, they all turn red
When they start thinking of what Father said
Let's make love
In spring, summer, autumn, and winter
Let's make love
In spring when the dickie birds sing
In summer make love by the silvery sea
In autumn make love by the old apple tree
In winter just cuddle up closer to me
And let's make love
Let's make love
In spring, summer, autumn, and winter
Let's make love
In spring when of tripe we all sing
In summer, at Blackpool, well you can't beat that
In autumn on old Ilkley moor 'baht 'at
In winter stay in by the fire with the cat
And Blah, Blah, Blah (Trumpet sounds)
Let's make love
In spring, summer, autumn, and winter
Let's make love
in spring when the old Bow bells ring
In summer make love 'neath the trees Epping way
In autumn the old Bull and Bush is OK
In winter down good Old Kent Road we'll go gay
And let's make love
Zaterdag 27 maart 2004
La Montagne (Jean Ferrat)
La Montagne
((Dutch Version: Het Dorp (by Wim Sonneveld) - 1969))
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
First release by: Jean Ferrat - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Ils quittent un à un le pays
Pour s'en aller gagner leur vie
Loin de la terre où ils sont nés
Depuis longtemps ils en rêvaient
De la ville et de ses secrets
Du formica et du ciné
Les vieux, ça n'était pas original
Quand ils s'essuyaient machinal
D'un revers de manche les lèvres
Mais ils savaient tous à propos
Tuer la caille ou le perdreau
Et manger la tome de chèvre
Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s'imaginer
En voyant un vol d'hirondelles
Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Avec leurs mains dessus leurs têtes
Ils avaient monté des murettes
Jusqu'au sommet de la colline
Qu'importent les jours, les années
Ils avaient tous l'âme bien née
Noueuse comme un pied de vigne
Les vignes, elles courent dans la forêt
Le vin ne sera plus tiré
C'était une horrible piquette
Mais il faisait des centenaires
À ne plus savoir qu'en faire
S'il ne vous tournait pas la tête
Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s'imaginer
En voyant un vol d'hirondelles
Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Deux chèvres et puis quelques moutons
Une année bonne et l'autre non
Et sans vacances et sans sorties
Les filles veulent aller au bal
Il n'y a rien de plus normal
Que de vouloir vivre sa vie
Leur vie, ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires
De quoi attendre sans s'en faire
Que l'heure de la retraite sonne
Il faut savoir ce que l'on aime
Et rentrer dans son H.L.M.
Manger du poulet aux hormones
Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s'imaginer
En voyant un vol d'hirondelles
Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Zaterdag 27 maart 2004
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
Composer(s): Anne Bredon
First release by: Joan Baez - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Babe, I'm gonna leave you
Tell you when I'm gonna leave you
Leave you when ol' summer-time, summer comes a-rolling
Leave you when ol' summer comes along
Babe, that highway's a-callin'
That old highway's a-callin'
Callin' me to travel on, travel on out westward
Callin' me to travel on alone
Babe, I'd like to stay here
You know I'd really like to stay here
My feet start goin' down, goin' down that highway
My feet start goin' down, goin' down alone
Babe, I've got to ramble
You know I've got to ramble
My feet start goin' down, and I got to follow
They just start goin' down, and I got to go
Vrijdag 26 maart 2004
La Montagne (Dalida)
La Montagne
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - Emil Stern
Performer(s): Dalida
Tout en haut de la montagne
Ou le ciel est tout en fleur
Enfermé dans un nuage
Tu verras mon cœur
Parle lui du vent d'Espagne
Parle lui de mon amour
Et du fabuleux voyage
Qu'il a fait un jour
Le soleil faisait rage
Et je tremblais de joie
Nous avions le même age
Et je vivais de toi
Ce passé qui m'accompagne
Tout au long de mon bonheur
Restera comme une image
Au fond de mon cœur
Le soleil faisait rage
Et je tremblais de joie
Nous avions le même age
Et je vivais de toi
N'attend pas le vent d'Espagne
Pour cueillir le ciel en fleur
Tout en haut de la montagne
J'ai laissé mon cœur
C'est la fin du voyage
Que je fais chaque jour
Ma chanson pour bagage
Qui me parle d'amour
Vrijdag 26 maart 2004
Babe
Babe
Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
Performer(s): Styx
Babe, I’m leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near
My train is going, I see it in your eyes
The love, the need, your tears
But I’ll be lonely without you
And I’ll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I’ll be missing you.
You know it’s you babe
Whenever I get weary and I’ve had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it’s you babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that it’s true
Babe, I love you.
You know it’s you babe
Whenever I get weary and I’ve had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it’s you babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that it’s true
Babe, I love you.
Babe, I’m leaving, I’ll say it once again
Somehow try to smile
I know the feeling we’re trying to forget
If only for a while
But I’ll be lonely without you
And I’ll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I’ll be missing you
Babe, I love you
Donderdag 25 maart 2004
La Môme Rustine
La Môme Rustine
Composer(s): André Bourvil - Maurice Vandair - Patoum - René Beaux
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Elle travaillait dans une usine
Elle collait des petits morceaux
De caoutchouc à la sécotine
Pneu à pneu ça faisait des boyaux
On l'appelait la môme Rustine
Elle était mordue du vélo
Quand elle était sur sa machine
Elle n'avait jamais les grelots
Elle v'nait à vélo à l'usine
Mais il pleut ça fait trop d'boue
Alors dans le métro ça se devine
Elle arrivait en garde boue
On l'appelait la môme Rustine
Et dès les beaux jours à vélo
Elle passait par la porte Dauphine
Car porte St Cloud, on crève trop
Elle avait un bon équilibre
Sa vie, son travail tournaient rond
Elle ne faisait jamais roue libre
Car elle en mettait un rayon
On l'appelait la môme Rustine
Et le dimanche à Fontainebleau
Pour manger avec les copines
Elle am'nait une selle de gigot
Elle achetait des fleurs aux halles
Puis elle disait d'un air finaud
«Quand je regarde les pétales,
je pense au pédales de mon vélo»
On l'appelait la môme Rustine
Elle dormait été comme hiver
La fenêtre ouverte, car la gamine
Voulait avoir sa chambre à air
Elle connut Anatole, un cycliste
Qui se dégonfla aussitôt
Et comme il était philatéliste
Il prit le thème de son vélo
On l'appelait la môme Rustine
Elle retrouva son Anatole
Et maintenant pour plus qu'il s'débinne
Elle lui a mis un anti-vol
Méfiez vous de la môme Rustine
Ne dites pas oui sans réfléchir
C'est attachant la sécotine
Car elle vous interdit de suir
Donderdag 25 maart 2004
Babalu's Wedding Day
Babalu's Wedding Day
Composer(s): Carlos Girona - William Martin - Alex Miranda
Performer(s): The Eternals
and multiple other artists
Where's everybody running
Look at everybody go, go-go-go
Somebody please tell me, what's all the rush
But tell you Babalu's getting married, what you say?
Babalu's getting married, that cheap skate
Hear the church bells ringing-ding dong
All the people are signing's - hay, hay
And the bride is waiting, wait wait
Hear them all celebrating, so gay
But he ain't the money, oh oh
Babalu's wedding day
Some people think it's funny
Some people think it's true, true-true-true
Babalu's getting married, what will he do?
He met his woman at a baseball game
Playing second base for the Milwaukee Braves
Husky Babalina was her name
Asked her for an autograph and made a date
Babalu, Babalu, Babalu's wedding day
He had a friend who lived at the corner
He thought Babalu was a gone-er
From his friend he tried to borrow a dime
So he could get to church in time
Babalu, Babalu, Babalu's wedding day
He had a monkey tied on a string
An organ grinder that he played
Counting the money at the end of the day
The monkey took the money and he ran away
Babalu, Babalu, Babalu's wedding day
Babalu, Babalu, Babalu's wedding day
Babalu, Babalu, Babalu's wedding day
Woensdag 24 maart 2004
La Mia Banda Suona Il Rock
La Mia Banda Suona Il Rock
Composer(s): Ivano Fossati
First release by: Ivano Fossati - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
La mia banda suona il rock
e tutto il resto all'occorrenza
sappiamo bene che da noi fare tutto è un'esigenza
è un rock bambino soltanto un po' latino
una musica che è speranza
una musica che è pazienza
è come un treno che è passato
con un carico di frutta
eravamo alla stazione si ma dormivamo tutti
e la mia banda suona il rock
per chi l'ha visto e per chi non c'era
e per chi quel giorno li
inseguiva una sua chimera
Non svegliatevi oh
non ancora
e non fermateci no, no
per favore no
La mia banda suona il rock
e cambia faccia all'occorrenza
da quando il trasformismo è diventato un'esigenza
ci vedrete in crinoline, come brutte ballerine
ci vedrete danzare come giovani zanzare
ci vedrete alla frontiera con la macchina bloccata
ma lui ce l'avrà fatta, la musica è passata
è un rock bambino soltanto un po' latino
viaggia senza passaporto e noi dietro col fiato corto
lui ti penetra nei muri ti fa breccia nella porta
ma in fondo viene a dirti che la tua anima non è morta
Non svegliatevi oh
non ancora
e non fermateci no
per favore no
La mia banda suona il rock
ed è un'eterna partenza
viaggia bene ad onde medie
e a modulazione di frequenza
è un rock bambino
soltanto un po' latino
una musica che è speranza una musica che è pazienza
è come un treno che è passato con un carico di frutti
eravamo alla stazione si ma dormivamo tutti
e la mia banda suona il rock
per chi l'ha visto e per chi non c'era
e per chi quel giorno li inseguiva una sua chimera
Non svegliatevi oh
non ancora
e non fermateci no
per favore no
Woensdag 24 maart 2004
Babalu (Spanish Version)
