Maandag 17 maart 1986
Quando Quando Quando (Tell Me When)
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Quando Quando Quando (Tell Me When)
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Zondag 16 maart 1986
Sentimental Baby (Frank Sinatra)
Sentimental Baby
Composer(s): Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman; Lew Spence
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; Tommy Dorsey
Sentimental baby, sweet and gentle baby
Just the way a baby oughta be
Heaven in the morning, heaven in the evening
How did such an angel get to me?
Cuddle and caress me, snuggle up and "Yes" me
I'm a guy who loves a clinging vine
Kiss me, baby, kiss me and then
Do it, baby, over again
Sentimental baby, tell me you're my baby
Sentimental baby of mine
I'm a guy who loves a clinging vine
Kiss me, baby, kiss me and then
Do it, baby, all over again
Sentimental baby, tell me you're my baby
Sentimental baby of mine
Zondag 16 maart 1986
Quando Tu Dormirai
Quando Tu Dormirai
Titles In Other Languages:
Quand Tu Dors Près De Moi;
Melodie Poesie; No Es El Adios
Composer(s): G. Auric; Johannes Brahms; Chiosso
Performer(s): Dalida
Quando tu dormirai
Quando tu sognerai
Parlerai di colei che mai più
Dimenticherai
Tutto in me morirà
E il moi cuor caprià
Che non sei qui con me
Per amor Ma soltante per pietà
Inutilmente domani l'aurora verrà
La mia bocca delusa mai più ti bacerà
La, la, la...
Al mio ciel chiedero
Cio che mai non avro
Sempre a lei penserai
E cosi sola restero
Quando tu dormirai
Solo lei sognerai
Nulla più resterà
Ed in me la speranza morirà
La, la, la...
Zaterdag 15 maart 1986
Sentimental Baby (Ben Pollack)
Sentimental Baby
Composer(s): Jack Palmer
Performer(s): Ben Pollack
and multiple other artists
Sentimental baby, I see a tear
Sentimental baby, please tell me dear
What makes you always feel so blue
What makes you act the way you do
Sentimental baby, cuddle up near
There's something I want you to hear
You'll see the sun come shining through
Sentimental baby, for you
Zaterdag 15 maart 1986
Quando Vien La Sera
Quando Vien La Sera
French Version: Vieni Vieni Si
Composer(s): Carlo Rossi; Alberto Testa
Performer(s): Joe Sentieri
Quando vien la sera
Vieni, vieni
Son qua, son qua, son qua
Solo per te
Vieni, vieni qui, vieni, vieni qui
Stiamo vicinissimi
Quando cala il sol
E la luna appar
Tu non puoi mancar
Mentre bacio te
Mentre baci me
Lascia che ci guardano
Per gli innamorati
Questa è l'ora di sognar
Vieni, vieni qui, vieni, vieni qui
Stiamo vicinissimi
Sottobraccio a me
Sottobraccio a te
Sembra di volar
Quando vien la sera
Vieni, vieni, vieni
Son qua, son qua, son qua
Solo per te
Vieni, vieni qui, vieni, vieni qui
Stiamo vicinissimi
Sottobraccio a me
Sottobraccio a te
Sembra di volar
Quando vien la sera
Vieni, vieni
Son qua, son qua, son qua
Solo per te
E ti bacerò
Vrijdag 14 maart 1986
Sentimental
Sentimental
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Sentimental, sentimental
Um coração saliente
Bate e bate muito mais que sente
Fica doente
Mas é natural, natural
Que num cochilo de agosto
Surja um outro alguém do sexo oposto
Do sexo oposto, outro alguém
Ontem vi tudo acabado
Meu céu desastrado
Medo, solidão, ciúme
Hoje eu contei as estrelas
E a vida parece um filme
Gemini, Gemini, geminiano
Este ano vai ser o seu ano
Ou senão, o destino não quis
Ah, eu hei de ser
Terei de ser
Serei feliz
Serei feliz, feliz
Façam muitas manhãs
Que se o mundo acabar
Eu ainda não fui feliz
Atrapalhem os pés
Dos exércitos, dos pelotões
Eu não fui feliz
Desmantelem no cais
Os navios de guerra
Eu ainda não fui feliz
Paralisem no céu
Todos os aviões
É urgente, eu não fui feliz
Tenho dezesseis anos
Sou morena clara
Atraente
E sentimental
Sentimental, sentimental
Vrijdag 14 maart 1986
Quanto È Bella Lei
Quanto È Bella Lei
Composer(s): D. Pace; Marissa Panzeri; Pilat
Performer(s): Gianni Nazzaro
Ti prego non mi dire
che lei non è per me
non darmi un dispiacere
adesso che io l'amo
Tu non la conosci
ma quando la vedrai
sarà un'altra cosa
e allora capirai
Quanto è bella lei
tu mamma non lo sai
Quando guardo lei
io vedo gli occhi tuoi
Mi perdonerai
se un giorno me ne andrò
Prati senza fine, fiori bianchi questo è lei
ha negli occhi il mare e non lo sa
Chi mi fa morire e mi perdona è sempre lei
Tu la vedrai
e capirai
Quanto è bella lei
tu mamma non lo sai...
Donderdag 13 maart 1986
Sentencia
Sentencia
Composer(s): Pablo Valdés
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Te acordarás de mí toda la vida
te acordarás de mí mientras yo viva
Te acordarás de mí porque en la vida
la sentencia de amor, la sentencia de amor
nunca se olvida
No pensaste ni un momento vida mía
que la vida sin ti no la quería
Te entregué la ilusión en mi agonía
y te llevaste también, y te llevaste también
toda mi vida
No pensaste ni un momento vida mía
que la vida sin ti no la quería
Te entregué la ilusión en mi agonía
y te llevaste también, y te llevaste también
toda mi vida
Donderdag 13 maart 1986
Quantum
Quantum
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
2 + 2 no es cuatro, ¡aún hay esperanza!
Todo es pura probabilidad
Ya no hay ciencia que pueda llamarse exacta
Ni ley ni dogma que pueda encajar
La tela del mundo es sólo vacío
Y energía en danza en su interior
Teje sus latidos impredecibles
De espaldas a nuestra percepción
Nada es falso ni cierto
Nada es blanco ni negro
No es exacto, es incierto
Nada es real
Entre el sí y el no ¿qué diferencia existe?
Yang se torna yin, yin va hacia yang
Entre el bien y el mal ¿qué diferencia existe?
Contraria sunt complementa*
Las cosas son tal como las vemos
Sólo porque estamos viéndolas
Y porque así es como queremos verlas
La danza se congela al observar
Nada es falso ni cierto
Nada es blanco ni negro
No es exacto, es incierto
Nada es real
Meio Io Cheng Shi
To Ti Einaime On
Nada Es Real
*(los opuestos son complemetarios)
Woensdag 12 maart 1986
Seven Drunken Nights
Seven Drunken Nights
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where me old horse should be
I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where me old horse should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me'
'Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
A saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before'
As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where me old coat should be
I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where me old coat should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see
That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me'
'Well it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before'
As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where me old pipe should be
I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where me old pipe should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin-whistle that me mother sent to me'
'Well it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin-whistle shure I never saw before'
As I came home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beside the bed where me old boots should be
I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beside the bed, where me old botts should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see
They're two lovely flower pots me mother sent to me'
'Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in flower pots sure I never saw before'
As I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk colud be
I saw a head upon the bed where me old head should be
I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bad where me old head should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely baby boy, me mother sent to me'
'Well it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before'
As I came home on Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts, where me old hands should be
I called me wife and I said two her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who's hand's are these upon your breasts, where me old hands should be'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
't is nothing but a Living Bra, Jane Russell gave to me'
'Well it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But fingernails on a Living Bra, sure, I never saw before'
Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after three
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee
So I called me wife and I said to her: 'Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that man running out the door with his pants about his knee'
'Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
't was nothing but the tax collector, the Queen sent to me'
'Well it's many a night I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But an Englishnan that could last 'till three, sure, I never saw before'
Woensdag 12 maart 1986
Sentado Al Borde De Una Silla Desfondada
Sentado Al Borde De Una Silla Desfondada
Composer(s): Gelman; de la Riestra
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Sentado al borde de una silla desfondada
mareado loco, casi vivo
escribo versos previamente llorados
por la ciudad donde nací
Hay que atraparlos
también aqui nacieron dulces hijos mios
que entre tanto hastio te endulzan bellamente
hay que aprender a resistir
Ni a irse ni a quedarse
solo a resistir
aunque seguro que habrá
más penas y olvidos
Woensdag 12 maart 1986
Quarante Ans
Quarante Ans
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Pour le bonheur de ceux que j'aime
Et qui sont là dans la maison
J'ai trouvé les mots d'un poème
Et composé cette chanson
Puisque ce soir ils sont ensemble
Pour me fêter à leur façon
C'est que l'amour qui nous rassemble
Est bien plus fort que la raison
Merci d'être resté fidèles
À cette image d'autrefois
Qui m'a fait déployer mes ailes
Ce soir pour la seconde fois
Merci d'exister sur la Terre
Sans vous, que serait ce caillou
Lancé pour des années-lumière
Sans âme et sans personne au bout?
Ce soir, le soleil est en cage,
Ici, le bonheur est partout
C'est vous qui rendez le voyage
Plus beau plus tranquille et plus fou
Je peux vous offrir en échange
Le sourire que je vous dois
Quelques vers aux musiques étranges
Où chacun se reconnaîtra
Et le souffle de la tendresse
Qui me fait frémir un instant
À l'idée de ce jour de liesse
Où l'on fête mes quarante ans
J'ai beau partager cette ivresse
Avec des milliers d'inconnus
Pourquoi vous cacher ma faiblesse
Sans vous, mon cœur ne battrait plus
Je voudrais vieillir de la sorte
En amour et en amitié
Sans jamais refermer la porte
De mon cœur où vous êtes entrés
En ouvrant tout grand les fenêtres
Et mon âme à la volupté
De sentir chaque jour renaître
En sachant que vous existez
En sachant que vous existez
Dinsdag 11 maart 1986
Whole Lot Of Love
Whole Lot Of Love
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
We live on a farm in Tennessee like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have and a whole lot of love
We have a brace of ducks and a clutch of chicks
Cry of hounds and a candle of kits
Enough of frogs and as it gets dark an exaltation of larks
We live on a farm in Tennessee like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have and a whole lot of love
We have a drove of cattle and a grist of bees
A colony of ants and a gaggle of geese
A school of fish and a murder of crows and a great big tribe of goats
We live on a farm in Tennessee like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have and a whole lot of love
We have a skulk of foxes and a sleuth of bears
A set of cranes and a hust of hares
A herd of horses and a spring of teal and a watch of nightingales
We live on a farm in Tennessee like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have and a whole lot of love
We have a sun of mornings and a moon of nights
An I-feel-bad of hold me tights
It rains, but not too much, we got a whole lot of love
Dinsdag 11 maart 1986
Quarter To Three
Quarter To Three
Composer(s): Gary Anderson; Gene Barge;
Frank Guida; Joseph Royster
Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds;
and various other artists
Don't you know that I danced
I danced till a quarter to three
With the help, last night, of Daddy G.
He was swingin on the sax like a nobody could
And I was dancin' all over the room
Oh, don't you know the people were dancin' like they were mad
it was the swingin'est band they had, ever had
It was the swingin'est song that could ever be
It was a night with Daddy G.
Let me tell you now
I never had it so good
Yeah and I know you never could
Until you get hip with that jive
And take a band like the Church Street Five
Oh don't you know that I danced
I danced till a quarter to three
With the help last night of Daddy G.
Everybody was as happy as they could be
And they were swingin with Daddy G.
Blow Daddy!
Let me tell you now
I never had it so good
Yeah and I know you never could
Until you get hip with that jive
And take a band like the Church Street Five
Oh don't you know that I danced
I danced till a quarter to three
With the help last night of Daddy G.
He was swingin on the sax like a nobody could
and I was dancin all over the room
Oh don't you know the
Dance, do bee wa dah
Dance, do bee wah dah
You can dance, do bee wah dah
You can dance, dance, dance
Maandag 10 maart 1986
Sentado A La Vera Del Camino
Sentado A La Vera Del Camino
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos
Performer(s): Raphael
No me puedo más quedar así
Aquí, a esperarte
Que un día de repente
Tú regreses otra vez a mí
Pero una vez más que puede ya cambiar
Esta vida mía
A la vera estoy sentado de un camino
Que no tiene fin
Mi mirada vaga entre la gente
De aquel camino tan triste
La nostalgia del ayer que ya no existe
Me está causando llanto
Acaricia el sol mi cara
Y tengo un sueño de esperanza
El de verte aparecer allá
En la lejanía
Amor ven pronto, ya no resisto
Si no regresas yo no existo
Ha cambiado el tiempo, está lloviendo
Y a mí no me importa nada
Pues mis lágrimas mezcladas con la lluvia gritan
Que te quiero tanto
Busco dentro de mi gris destino
La fe que no se alcanza
Sólo soy un resto de esperanza
Al borde de este camino
Mi amor lo perdí, ya no resisto
Si no regresas yo no existo
Gentes, tierras, coches, todo, todo
Se confunden aquí en mi mente
Y mi sombra se ha cansado de seguir
Y se muere lentamente
Sólo tú no ves que ya no puedo más sufrir
Este destino mío
Y esperando siempre, siempre ver tu amor
A la vera de este camino
Preciso olvidar que yo existo
Más preciso saber que sí existo
Que yo existo
Maandag 10 maart 1986
Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré; Barb Jungr
Ce quartier
Qui résonne
Dans ma tête
Ce passé
Qui me sonne
Et me guette
Ce Boul' Mich'
Qu'a d'la ligne
En automne
Ces sandwichs
Qui s'alignent
Monotones
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Chez Dupont
Ça traînait
La journée
C'était l'pont
Qui durait
Tout' l'année
L'examen
Ça tombait
Comme un' tête
Au matin
Sans chiqué
Ni trompettes
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Cett' frangine
Qui vendait
Sa bohème
Et ce spleen
Qui traînait
Dans sa traîne
J'avais rien
Ni regrets
Ni principes
Les putains
Ça m'prenait
Comm' la grippe
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Ce vieux prof
Qui parlait
A son aise
Très bien, sauf
Que c'était
Pour les chaises
Aujourd'hui
Un diplôme
Ça s'rupine
Aux amphis
Tu point's comme
A l'usine
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Quartier latin
Les années
Ça dépasse
Comme une ombre
Le passé
Ça repasse
Et tu sombres
Rue Soufflot
Les vitrines
Font la gueule
Sans un mot
J'me débine
J'ferm' ma gueule
Je r'trouv' plus rien
Tell'ment c'est loin
L'Quartier latin
Zondag 9 maart 1986
Sentado À Beira Do Caminho
Sentado À Beira Do Caminho
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos; Erasmo Carlos
Performer(s): Leila Pinheiro
and multiple other artists
Eu não posso mais ficar aqui a esperar
Que um dia, de repente, você volte para mim
Vejo caminhões e carros apressados
A passar por mim
Estou sentado à beira de um caminho
Que não tem mais fim
Meu olhar se perde na poeira
Dessa estrada triste
Onde a tristeza e a saudade de você
Ainda existe
Esse sol que queima no meu rosto
Um resto de esperança
De ao menos ver de perto seu olhar
Que eu trago na lembrança
Preciso acabar logo com isso
Preciso lembrar que eu existo
Que eu existo, que eu existo
Vem a chuva, molha o meu rosto
E então eu choro tanto
Minhas lágrimas e os pingos dessa chuva
Se confundem no meu pranto
Olho pra mim mesmo
Me procuro e não encontro nada
Sou um pobre resto de esperança
À beira de uma estrada
Preciso acabar logo com isso (...)
Carros, caminhões, poeira, estrada
Tudo, tudo se confunde em minha mente
Minha sombra me acompanha
E vê que eu estou morrendo lentamente
Só você não vê que eu não posso mais
Ficar aqui sozinho
Esperando a vida inteira por você
Sentado à beira do caminho
Preciso acabar logo com isso (...)
Zondag 9 maart 1986
Qu'As-Tu Fait, John?
Qu'As-Tu Fait, John?
Composer(s): Michel Emer
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Dans le cœur de la Louisiane
John, sous un soleil de plomb
Travaille près de La Savane
Dans un grand champ de coton
Il transpire à grosses gouttes
Il a chaud, il n'en peut plus
Lorsque soudain, sur la route
Une foule est accourue
Vers le pauvre John qui tremble
Margaret lève le doigt
A la foule qui se rassemble
Elle a dit: "Il s'est jeté sur moi!"
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Il s'est jeté sur une femme blanche
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Il avait trop bu dimanche
Ivre comme un porte-paix
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
On emmène John au village
A la maison du sheriff
Tous les blancs, hurlant de rage
Réclament un jugement hâtif
"C'est un salaud: qu'on le pende!
Pour leur donner une leçon!"
John gigote sous la branche
Un frisson, puis c'est fini
Les hommes blancs, les femmes blanches
Vont se coucher dans la nuit
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Faut pas toucher aux femmes blanches
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
T'as l'air fin au bout de la branche!
T'es pendu et c'est bien fait
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Sur la maison qui sommeille
Margaret frappe à grands coups
Le sheriff qui se réveille
Lui demande: "Que voulez-vous?
C'est moi qui voulais le nègre"
Dit-elle. "Je viens m'accuser
C'est moi qui aimais le nègre
Puis John m'a refusée"
Le sheriff est en colère
"Oh! Que d'histoires pour un noir!
Allons, faut pas vous en faire!
Bonsoir, Margaret! Bonsoir!"
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Refuser une femme blanche!
Qu'as-tu fait John? Qu'as-tu fait?
Te v'là pendu à une branche
Une voix répond dans le vent
"Il est plus heureux qu'avant...
John est au paradis...
Où les pauvres nègres y prient
John est maintenant joueur"
Il est à la boîte du Bon Dieu
Zaterdag 8 maart 1986
Sent For You Yesterday (And Here You Come Today)
Sent For You Yesterday (And Here You Come Today)
Composer(s): Jimmy Rushing; Eddie Durham; Count Basie
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer
and multiple other artists
Don't the moon look lonesome shining through the tree
Don't the moon look lonesome shining through the tree
Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby's packed to leave
Sent for you yesterday, here you come today, today
Sent for you yesterday, here you come today
If you can't do better, might as well just stay away
Zaterdag 8 maart 1986
Quatorze Juillet
