Vrijdag 16 september 2005
Behind The Lines
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Behind The Lines
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Donderdag 15 september 2005
Laugh And Walk Away
Laugh And Walk Away
Composer(s): Art LaMonica - Robert Racioppo
Performer(s): Shirts
I haven't found the formula to measure my distress
The tick-tock of my heart-clock tells my mind I'm so depressed
I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls
Is it something rare or new or is it something old?
Is it something old?
My job it takes me everywhere but I ain't seen a thing
At eighty miles an hour rolling hills all seem the same
I've searched the mountains and the streams but I can't find a clue
Is it something old or worn or is it something new?
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
Behind that world is a pot of gold...
I woke up from a deep deep sleep and out the door I went
I didn't bother to turn back, my feet were sore and red
I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls
Is it something revenue or is it something new?
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
Behind that world is a pot of gold...
I'm sick of greedy people who just want a piece of me
They're all so clever and so bright and modern to the T
You smell them from a mile away but I don't really care
When it comes down to the facts I laugh and walk away (laugh and walk away)
Donderdag 15 september 2005
Behind Closed Doors
Behind Closed Doors
Danish Title: Bag En Lukket Dør
Composer(s): Kenny O'Dell
Originally performed by: Charlie Rich
Covered by various other artists
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My, behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile
She's never too far away or too tired to say "I want you"
She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My, behind closed doors
Woensdag 14 september 2005
Laugh And Be Happy
Laugh And Be Happy
Composer(s): Lee Penny
Performer(s): "Sheriff" John Rovick
Come on now
Laugh and be happy and the world will laugh with you
When people see you smiling they can't help smiling too
When you look out the window to a dark and gloomy day
Break out a smile and in a while the gloom will go away
So laugh and be happy with a merry melody
A song will make a hat rack look like a Christmas tree
Get rid of worry in a hurry, chase the blues away
Just laugh and be happy all the live.... long..... day..
Woensdag 14 september 2005
Behind Blue Eyes
Behind Blue Eyes
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Originally performed by: The Who
Covered by various other artists
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Dinsdag 13 september 2005
L'attente
L'attente
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - G. Kawcsyski
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Lui, il voudrait croire qu'il est libre
il ferme la porte et s'en va
sans me dire s'il reviendra
et voilà
moi, je vais faire un tour en ville
je rentre dans un cinéma
et après je ne sais pas
ça dépend des fois
quelquefois
je me promène
j'attends, je traîne
ou je retourne chez moi
lui, il croit qu'aimer une fille
c'est parfois comme être en prison
et pour mieux voir l'horizon
il s'en va
moi, je n'me sens pas très utile
en face de la télévision
toute seule à la maison
je ne tourne pas rond
quelquefois
je change les draps
j'appelle
untel
et lui dis viens chez moi
Dinsdag 13 september 2005
Beguine Without A Name
Beguine Without A Name
Performer(s): Edmondo Ros
This is a song without a verse and just to make matters worse
After I composed this melody, not a single rhyme would come to me
That is why I have to call it
The Beguine Without A Name
I wrote Senorita, you’re divine
Beautiful woo cha cha, please be mine
But I couldn’t find another line
For the beguine without a name
Then I wrote about a honeymoon
Even thought of spoon and croon and June
Had so many ifs and ands and buts
I got up and yelled “I’m going nuts!”
There is just another line or two
And beguine without a name is through
All you have to sing is toodle-oo
And end it ‘I love you’
Once I said that gay fiesta time
And Brazilian moonlight is sublime
But I couldn’t find another line
For the beguine without a name
Then I thought fiesta in Brazil
Sounded good with palm trees on a hill
But I had another line to fill
For the beguine without a name
So it makes no difference how you speak
English, French, Brazilian, Dutch or Greek
All you have to sing is toodle-oo
And end it ‘I love you’
This was a song without a verse but now we’ve made the matter worse
Maandag 12 september 2005
Le Cadavre Exquis
Le Cadavre Exquis
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Si l'on jouait au jeu du cadavre exquis
Histoire d'nous passer un peu notre ennui
Tu écris un mot n'importe quoi
Et moi j'en inscris un autre après toi
La petite mouche à merde
A mis des bouchées doubles
Y a des coups d'pied qui s'perdent
Dans les roubles
Oui c'est ça le jeu du cadavre exquis
Nous allons y jouer toute la nuit
Emmanuelle aime les caresses
Buccales et manuelles
Remue un peu tes fesses
Me dit-elle
Moi j'préfère jouer au jeu du cadavre exquis
Que de l'enfiler toute la nuit
L'humour noir vient d'Afrique
Exemple Amin DiDi
Je bande magnétique
Pour lui
Si l'on jouait au jeu du cadavre exquis
Histoire d'nous passer un peu notre ennui
Maandag 12 september 2005
L'Atlantique
L'Atlantique
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Pierre Delanoë - Jacques Revaux - Roger Loubet
Performer(s): Michel Sardou
Il est midi à Paris et toi tu dors encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Il est midi à L.A. et toi tu entres en scène
Sur les bords de la Seine Paris
Nous vivons des deux côtés d'un monde
À dix heures d'écart entre hier et demain
2 degrés 20 minutes et 14 secondes
C'est l'histoire du premier méridien
Il est midi à Paris et pour toi c'est l'aurore
Là-haut à Berverly L.A.
Je t'imagine endormi et si tu l'aimes encore
Est-ce que tu m'aimes un peu aussi
Il fait noir boul'vard du crépuscule
Il y a des orages même au paradis
Mais si l'on décidait d'accorder nos pendules
D'aller du zéro à l'infini
L'Atlantique au milieu
Et chacun sur sa rive
L'Atlantique au milieu
Un coup d'aile et j'arrive
Les oiseaux de l'Occident
Nous verrons passer au jour levant
Dans une machine
Qui court plus vite que le vent
Attends avant de te réveiller attends
Que je t'embrasse
Que je te dise bonjour
Avant de faire la traversée
Juste pour passer
Par dessus le temps
Et pour effacer les océans
L'Atlantique au milieu
De nos lointains rivages
L'Atlantique au milieu
De nous deux c'est dommage
Il est midi à Paris et mon avion taxi
Vient juste de quitter le sol
Il fait soleil à L.A. prends pas ton parapluie
Je t'attends sous mon parasol
Il est midi à Paris et nous on dort encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Autour de nous c'est la nuit mais si tu m'aimes aussi
Je me fous bien de l'heure qu'il est
Il est midi à Paris et nous on dort encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Autour de nous c'est la nuit mais si tu m'aimes aussi
Je me fous bien de l'heure qu'il est ...
Maandag 12 september 2005
Beginnings
Beginnings
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Originally performed by: Chicago
When I'm with you
it doesn't matter where we are, or what we're doing
I'm with you, that's all that matters
Time passes much too quickly when we're together laughing
I wish I could sing it to you, oh no, I wish I could sing it to you
Mostly I'm silent
Never think of the right words to say
When I kiss you, I feel a thousand different feelings
The color of chills all over my body
And when I feel them, I quickly try to decide which one
I should try to put into words, oh no, try to put into words
Mostly I'm silent
Silent
Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever
Only the beginning, only just the start
I've got to get you into my life mama, got to get you next to me
Only the beginning, only just the start
Only the beginning, only the beginning, only the beginning, only the beginning
Zondag 11 september 2005
Latin Lover
Latin Lover
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Mauro Paoluzzi
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini
Sangue caldo frofumo da ballo
medaglioni sotto la t-shirt
marlon brando questioni di tango
mette in vendita il tuo sex appeal
ogni notte cambi faccia cambi stile cambi parole
Latin Lover Latin Lover
Sigarette fumate di fretta
gli occhi frugano nei decoltes
vedi Ornella Muta muta che si
cuce la bocca per te
mentre tu stai cambiando macchina
cambiando motore
Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover
Stai con le tue foto stai con i tuoi
trucchi stai sull'orlo della notte
stai coi tuoi disegni stai con le tue storie
storte sull'orlo della notte
"bella bimba bella bimba non restare
cosi' sola al sole latin lover
bere forte mischiare le carte
per vedere quello che non c'e'
fai l'amore allo specchio di notte col suo neglige'
ogni volta cambi stile cambi dieta cambi emozione
Latin Lover Latin Lover
jenny e' fuori di testa stasera
non capisce perche' sei cosi'
beve birra non parla di guerra vuole il feeling subito
mentre tu non hai voglia ha voglia piu' di questa canzone
Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover
Stai con le tue foto stai con i tuoi trucchi stai
sull'orlo della notte
stai coi tuoi disegni stai con le tue storie storte
sull'orlo della notte
bella bimba bella bimba non restare cosi' sola al sole
latin lover ... latin lover
stai con le tue foto stai
Zondag 11 september 2005
Beginning To See The Light
Beginning To See The Light
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground;
Bettie Serveert; Lou Reed; Scenics
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Here we go again
Playing the fool again
Here we go again
Acting hard again
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
I’m beginning to see the light
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Hey I’m beginning to see the light
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
I’m beginning to see the light
Here comes two of you
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue
Don’t look just what to do
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well I’m beginning to see the light
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, I’m beginning to see the light
Here we go again
I thought that you were my friend
Here we go again
I thought that you were my friend
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
Zaterdag 10 september 2005
Lather
Lather
Composer(s): Grace Slick
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
and multiple other artists
Lather was thirty years old today
They took away all of his toys
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three
His leather chair waits at the bank
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old
Commanding his very own tank
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
To lie about nude in the sand
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
And thrashing the air with his hands
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know
He produces the finest of sound
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
Snorting the best licks in town
But that's all over...
Lather was thirty years old today
And Lather came foam from his tongue
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous
And the old men call him insane
And sometimes he's so nameless
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old"
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide
Zaterdag 10 september 2005
Beginner's Luck
Beginner's Luck
Composer(s): Jim Shaw
Performer(s): Susan Raye
It must have been beginner's luck with me
I found myself a horseshoe
And I hung it on the door
I found myself a four leaf clover
And I looked around for more
I bought up every lucky charm
They carried in the store
I was desperate as a
Girl in love can be
When walking on a sidewalk
I never stepped on cracks
I avoided every kitty cat
That looked like it was black
I collected lucky pennies
And piled up quite a stack
And sure enough,
He fell in love with me
Beginner's luck, it really had to be
The first time I fell in love
And he fell in love with me
It happens in the story books
And I've seen it on TV
But it must have been
Beginner's luck with me
I found a turkey wishbone
And I broke it right in two
I had a gypsy fortune teller
Tell me all she knew
Tossed pennies in a wishing well
To make my dream come true
I was desperate as a
Girl in love can be
I found myself a rabbit's foot
And carried it around
I knocked, and knocked, and knocked
On every piece of wood I found
When I saw a ladder
I was sure to walk around
And just like that
He fell in love with me
Beginner's luck, it really had to be
The first time I fell in love
And he fell in love with me
It happens in the story books
And I've seen it on TV
But it must have been
Beginner's luck with me
It must have been beginner's luck with me
Vrijdag 9 september 2005
Late November
Late November
Composer(s): David Surkamp - Pavlov's Dog - Steve Scorfina
Performer(s): Pavlov's Dog; Steve Scorfina
Oh, she wants, she wants it badly
And I, I can't believe all she said
Because she's cool, yeah she's cool
She's just like lightening
Take her home, keep her warm in late November
I can't say why she's so strange now
Why did I always believe all she said
She's came down, held me close
Came down from night skies
Take her home, keep her warm in late November
She just goes to show you never know
What's in your heart, what's in your soul
She just goes to show you never know
What's in your heart, what's in your soul
She's home now, but far away she flies
But she don't know how she came
Or how she leaves
'Cause she's cool, yeah she's cool
She's just like lightening
Take her home, keep her warm in late November
She just goes to show you never know
What's in your heart, what's in your soul
(Repeat to end)
Vrijdag 9 september 2005
Begin The Beguine
Begin The Beguine
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and various other artists
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendour
It brings back a memory evergreen
I’m with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine
To live it again is past all endeavour
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are, swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part
What moments divine, what rapture serene
Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted
I know but too well what they mean
So don’t let them begin the beguine
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
Till the stars that were there before return above you
Till you whisper to me once more
"Darling, I love you!"
And we suddenly know, what heaven we’re in
When they begin the beguine
Donderdag 8 september 2005
Late Night Grande Hotel
Late Night Grande Hotel
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith; The Kennedys
I'm working on a morning flight to anywhere but here
I'm watching this evening fire burn away my tears
All my life I've left my troubles by the door
Leavin' is all I've ever known before
It's not the way you hold me
when the sun goes down
It's not the way you call my name that left me
stranded on the ground
It's not the way you say you hear my heart
when the music ends
I am just learning how to fly away again
And maybe you were thinkin'
that you thought you knew me well
But, no one ever knows the heart of anyone else
I feel like Garbo in this late night grande hotel
Cause living alone is all I've ever done well
It's not the way you hold me
when the sun goes down
It's not the way you call my name that left me
stranded on the ground
It's not the way you say you hear my heart
when the music ends
I am just learning how to fly away again
It's not the way you hold me
when the sun goes down
It's not the way you call my name that left me
stranded on the ground
It's not the way you say you hear my heart
when the music ends
I am just learning how to fly away again
Donderdag 8 september 2005
Beggin'
Beggin'
French Title: Reste
Composer(s): Piergiorgio Farina; Bob Gaudio
Originally performed by: Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons
Covered by various other artists
Ooh, put your lovin' hand out baby
I'm beggin'.........
Beggin', put your lovin' hand out baby
Beggin' you, put your lovin' hand out baby
Ridin' high, when I was king
Played it hard and fast cos' I had everything
You walked away, won me then
But easy come and easy go and it would end
I'm beggin' you, won't you put your hand out baby
I'm beggin' you, put your lovin' hand out baby
I need you to understand
That I tried so hard to be your man
The kinda man you want in the end
Only then can I begin to live again
An empty shell / used-to-be / shadow of my life
Is hangin' over me
Broken man, without a throne
Won't even stand the devil's dance to win my soul
I'm beggin' you, put your lovin' hand out baby
Beggin' you, put your lovin' hand out baby
I'm fightin' hard to hold my own
But I just can't make it on my own
I'm holdin' on, I can't fall back
Now that big brass ring is a shade of black
I'm beggin' you, put your lovin hand out baby
Beggin' you, put your lovin' hand out baby
Woensdag 7 september 2005
Late Again
Late Again
Composer(s): Joe Egan - Gerry Rafferty
First release by: Stealers Wheel - 1972
Late again
When I get home
You be waiting
Still yuo know?
There ain't no use
In you complaining
I know that I
Can show some respect
Especially when I am wrong
But when I get Back
I know you say
"You've been away too long"
Ooh!
I wonder why
I stay
When everybody's gone
Yerr!
There's always something there
That keeps me hanging on, on!
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh
Ooh la la la
Ooh!
I wonder why
I stay
When everybody's gone
Away
There's always something there
That keeps me hanging on, on
I know that I
Can show some respect
Especially when I am wrong
Late again
When I get home
You be waiting
Woensdag 7 september 2005
Beggar's Game
