Vrijdag 27 februari 2009
Mad About The Boy
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Mad About The Boy
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Donderdag 26 februari 2009
Linden Lea
Linden Lea
Composer(s): William Barnes - Ralph Vaughn Williams
Performer(s): Clive Palmer
and multiple other artists
Within the woodland flow'ry gladed
By the oak tree's mossy root
The shining grass blade timber shaded
Now do quiver underfoot
And birds do whistle overhead
And water's bubbling in its bed
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
When leaves that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse
And painted birds do hush their singing
High upon the timber tops
And brown leaved fruit is turning red
In cloudless sunshine overhead
With root for me the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark roomed towns
I do not dread a peevish master
Though no man may heed my frowns
For I be free to go abroad
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
Donderdag 26 februari 2009
Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Mad About Him Blues
Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Mad About Him Blues
Composer(s): Larry Markes; Dick Charles
Performer(s): Dinah Shore
I went to bed last evening
Feeling blue as I could be
I couldn’t sleep last evening
For what was worrying me
All the tears I’ve wasted
Would surely fill the deep blue sea
I’ve got those sigh about him, cry about him
Morning where am I without him, blues
He keeps me walking on the floor
Then like a fool I ask for more
Although I know he isn’t good
I wouldn’t leave him if I could, I know
I’m not the first on his list
I’d never be missed
I wish I had a dime
For every girl he kissed
I swear I’d be a millionaire
And yet I wouldn’t care
As long as I could get my share
I’ve got those mad about him, sad about him
How can I be glad without him, blues
He makes my dreams go up in smoke
And then he treats it like a joke
He’s just an ordinary sort of guy
And yet I’ll love him till I die, poor me
I’ve got those mad about him, sad about him
How can I be glad without him, blues
Woensdag 25 februari 2009
Linda Paloma
Linda Paloma
Composer(s): Jackson Brown
Performer(s): Jackson Brown
At the moment the music began
And you heard the guitar player starting to sing
You were filled with the beauty that ran
Through what you were imagining
Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love
I was the endless sky
And you were my Mexican dove
Now the music that played in your ears
Grows a little bit fainter each day
And you find yourself looking through tears
At the love you feel slipping away
Though it's not the kind
Of love you might hope to find
If tears could release the heart
From the shadows preferred by the mind
Like a wind that comes up in the night
Caressing your face while you sleep
Love will fill your eyes with the sight
Of a world you can't hope to keep
Dreaming on after that moment's gone
The light in your lover's eyes
Disappears with the light of the dawn
But the morning brings
Strength to your restless wings
And some other lover sings
To the sun's bright corona
I know all about these things
Linda Paloma
Fly away
Linda Paloma
Woensdag 25 februari 2009
Macorina
Macorina
Composer(s): A. Torroella
Performer(s): Raphael
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Tus pies dejaban la estela
Y se escapaba tu saya
Buscando la verde raya
Que al ver tu talle tan fino
Las cañas azucareras
Se echaban por el camino
Para que tú las molieras
Como si fueses molino
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Tus senos carne de anon
Tu boca una bendición
De guanábana madura
Y era tu fina cintura
La misma de aquel danzón
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Después el amanecer
Que de mis brazos te lleva
Y yo sin saber qué hacer
De aquel olor a mujer
A mango y a caña nueva
Con que me llevaste al son
Caliente de aquel danzón
Dinsdag 24 februari 2009
Linda Lu
Linda Lu
Composer(s): Ray Sharpe
First release by: Ray Sharpe - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, they call my Baby, Patty
But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu
Well they call my Baby, Patty
But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu
She's so fine, fair and pretty
You never know what my Baby's gonna do
My Linda Lu
Now when she walks down the street
All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around
Well, when she walks down the street
All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around
Oh, she's so fine, fair and pretty
You never know what my Baby's gonna put down
Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night
I'll stay with her for the rest of my life
From now on my rovin' days are through
And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu
Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me
What are you gonna do
Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey
You said, you said, you said that we were through
Ah, but if you ever leave me
You're gonna break my poor heart in two
Ah, yeah, Linda Lu
Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night
I'll stay with her for the rest of my life
From now on my rovin' days are through
And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu
Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me
What are you gonna do
Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey
You said, you said, you said that we were through
Ah, but if you ever leave me
You're gonna break my poor heart in two
Ah, Linda Lu
Dinsdag 24 februari 2009
The Ballad Of Mack The Knife
The Ballad Of Mack The Knife ((aka Mack the Knife (Jonah Jones) - 1957; Moritat (Lyle Lovett) - 1994))
((Adapted from: Die Moritat Von Mackie Messer (Kurt Gerron) - 1928))
Composer(s): Berthold Brecht - Kurt Weill - Marc Blitzstein
Performer(s): Gerald Price - 1954
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - La Complainte De Mackie (Catherine Sauvage)
1991 - Mackie Messer (The Young Gods)
2008 - Mackie Messer (Helmut Lotti)
Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there’s never, never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone’s sneakin' ‘round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'drooppin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town
Now d'ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?
Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town
I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town
Look out, old Macky's back!!
Maandag 23 februari 2009
Linda (Peter Green)
Linda
Composer(s): Jeremy Spencer
Performer(s): Peter Green
I know a girl called Linda she's my hearts desire
This little girl called Linda sets my heart afire
sets my heart afire
Uh-oh, can't you see you've got me in a whirl
It's as plain as it can be that you're my only girl
Please stay with me Linda don't ever leave me alone
'cause I don't want to loose you I want you for my own
I want you for my own
Uh-oh, can't you see, you've got me in a whirl
It's as plain as it can be that you're my only girl
Please stay with me Linda don't ever leave me alone
'cause I don't want to loose you I want you for my own
I want you for my own
Maandag 23 februari 2009
Linda (Miguel Bosé)
Linda
Composer(s): Luis Gomez Escolar - C. Facchinetti - V. Negrini
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Linda
te voy a ser sincero
no estoy pensando en ti
y no, no quiero lastimarte
robarte tu primera vez
pensando en otra
Linda
abrázame con fuerza
y ayúdame a olvidarla
si no quiero ver en ti
la sombra de otra
las manos de otra
los besos de otra
Linda, beso de aire puro
Linda, quiero estar seguro
antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos
Linda, a tu modo que se
sienta, que el amanecer
sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti
Dime
que pudo tener ella
que hoy no tengas tu
Hoy
Dime
que pudo tener ella
que hoy no tengas tu
hoy, que no se lo que soy
si soy un sueño
o mar de dudas
o quiero amarte
Linda, beso de aire puro
Linda, quiero estar seguro
antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos
Linda, a tu modo que se
sienta, que el amanecer
sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti
Maandag 23 februari 2009
Machushla
Machushla
Composer(s): Dermot McMurrough; Josephine V. Rowe
Performer(s): Josef Locke
Macushla, Macushla your sweet voice is calling
calling me softly again and again
Macushla Macushla I hear its dear pleading
my blue eyed Macushla I hear it in vain
Macushla, Macushla your white arms are reaching
I feel them enfolding, caressing me still
fling them out from the darkness my lost love Macushla
let them find me, and bind me again if they will
Macushla, Macushla your red lips are saying
that death is a dream and love is for aye
then awaken Macushla, awake from your dreaming
my blue eyed Macushla awaken to stay
Zondag 22 februari 2009
Linda (Buddy Clark)
Linda
Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Ann Ronell
Performer(s): Buddy Clark
and multiple other artists
When I go to sleep
I never count sheep
I count all the charms about Linda
And lately it seems
in all of my dreams
I walk with my arms about Linda
But what good does it do me for Linda
doesn't know that I exist?
Can't help feeling gloomy
think of all the lovin' I've missed
We pass on the street
my heart skips a beat
I say to myself, "Hello, Linda"
If only she'd smile
I'd stop for a while
and then I would get to know Linda
But miracles still happen
and when my lucky star begins to shine
with one lucky break
I'll make Linda mine
Zondag 22 februari 2009
Macho Man
Macho Man
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali;
Peter Whitehead; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People
Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby
such a thrill, my body
Body, wanna touch my body, body, baby
it's too much, my body
Body, check it out, my body, body, baby
don't you doubt, my body
Body, talking about my body, body, baby
checking out my body
Listen here
Every man wants to be a macho man
To have the kind of body always in demand
Joggin' in the mornings, go man go
Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow
You can best believe me
He's a macho man
Glad he took you down with anyone you can
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body
Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body
Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body
Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body
So hot, yeah my body
Allright
Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand
Have your own lifestyles and ideals
Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's the special god son in anybody's land
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
I gotta be a macho man
I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Zaterdag 21 februari 2009
Linda (Al Bowlly)
Linda
Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Jo Trent - Peter DeRose
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
Linda, I’m in love with you Linda
Linda, Linda do you love me too
Linda made up my mind to win ya
Linda, Linda here’s what we’ll do
You know that we’ll go riding in the moonlight
Ridin’ on a broken down hack
Ride till we see the lamplight
From the parsons shack
Linda be the sweetness that’s in ya
Linda, Linda you’re gonna be mine
Zaterdag 21 februari 2009
Machins Choses
Machins Choses
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Avec machine
Moi machin
On s'dit des choses
Des machins
Oh pas grand chose
Des trucs comme ça
Entre Machine
Et moi Machin
C'est autre chose
Ces machins
Ça la rend chose
Tout ça
Ce sont des trucs
Qui n's'expliquent pas
Ces jolies choses
Qu'on s'dit tout bas
Machins trucs choses
Machins trucs très chouettes
Ces choses qu'on s'dit
Machine et moi
Entre Machine
Et moi Machin
Il s'passe des choses
Des machins
C'est quelque chose
Ces machin- là
Comme dit Machin
Comment déjà?
Heu... Y'a des choses
Qu'on n'dit pas
Ou quelque chose
Comme ça
Vrijdag 20 februari 2009
Lincoln Park Pirates
Lincoln Park Pirates
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
Performer(s): Steve Goodman
The streetlamps are on in Chicago tonight
And lovers a'gazin' at stars
The stores are all closin', and Daley is dozin'
And the fat man is counting the cars ...
And there's more cars than places to put 'em, he says
But I've got room for them all
So 'round 'em up boys, 'cause I want some more toys
In the lot by the grocery store ...
To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
We plunder the streets of your town
Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy
And no one can make us shut down
We break into cars when we gotta
With hammer and pickaxe and saw
And they said this garage had no license
But little care I for the law!
Our drivers are friendly and courteous
Their good manners you always will get
'Cause they all are recent graduates
Of the charm school in Joliet
To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
We plunder the streets of your town
Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy
And no one can make us shut down
And when all the cars are collected
And all of their fenders are ruined
Then I'll tow all the boats in Belmont Harbor
To the Lincoln Park Lagoon
And when I've collected the ransom
And sunk all the ones that won't yield
I'll tow all the planes that are blocking the runways
At Midway, O'Hare, and Meigs Field!
To me, way, hey, tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it's way, hey, tow 'em away
Now citizens, gather around
And I think it's enough, let's call his bluff
Let's throw the bum out of town!
Vrijdag 20 februari 2009
Machine Gun
Machine Gun
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Originally performed by: Jimi Hendrix
Covered by various other artists
Jimi:
"Happy new year first of all
I hope we'll have a million or two million more of them...
If we can get over this summer, he he he
Right, I'd like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene
that's goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin'
in Chicago, Milwaukee and New York...
Oh yes, and all the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam
like to do a thing called 'machine gun'"
Machine Gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine Gun, yeah
Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber
(You know what I mean)
Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground
The same way you shoot me down, baby
You’ll be going just the same
Three times the pain,
and your own self to blame
Hey, Machine Gun
I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain’t afraid no more
After a while, your, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain,
so let your bullets fly like rain
’Cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby
And you’ll be going just the same
Yeah, Machine Gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah, yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart
(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s ’bout to leave here)
(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s got to stay here)
(He ain’t going nowhere)
(He’s been shot down to the ground)
(Oh where he can’t survive, no, no)
Yeah, that’s what we don’t wanna hear anymore, alright?
(No bullets)
At least here, huh huh
(No guns, no bombs)
Huh huh
(No nothin’, just let’s all live and live)
(You know, instead of killin’)
May this be
Love or just
Confusion Born out of frustration wracked feelings
of not being able to make true physical love to the
Universal gypsy Queen
True, free expressed music
Darling guitar please rest
Amen
Donderdag 19 februari 2009
L'incendie À Rio
L'incendie À Rio
Composer(s): Maurice Tézé - Gérard Gustin
Performer(s): Sacha Distel
En pleine nuit une sirène
Appelle au feu tous les pompiers
Et tout Rio qui se réveille
Voit brûler l'usin' de café
Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre
Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler
Oui mais voilà
Pendant c'temps là à la caserne
On entends les pompiers crier
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Des lances et d'la grande échelle
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Pas d'panique il nous les faut
Mais l'incendie là-bas fait rage
Et le ciel est noir de fumée
Et tous les gens dans les étages
Se dis'nt: "Mais que font les pompiers?"
Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre
Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler
Oui mais voilà
Pendant c'temps là à la caserne
On entends les pompiers crier
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Des lances et d'la grande échelle
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux?
Pas d'panique il nous les faut
Au p'tit matin on le devine
Tout le quartier avait brûlé
Il ne restait que des ruines
Sur des centain's de mètr's carrés!
Quand tout à coup dans le jour blême
On vit accourir un pompier
Qui s'écria : "Je viens d'la part du capitaine
Vous dir' de n'pas vous énerver"
On a r'trouvé les tuyaux
Les lances et la grande échelle
Mais on est en panne d'auto
Et on cherch' la manivelle
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Donderdag 19 februari 2009
MacArthur Park
MacArthur Park
Composer(s): J.L. Webb
Performer(s): Richard Harris
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!
Woensdag 18 februari 2009
L'importante È Finire
L'importante È Finire
((Spanish Version: Qué Imposible (by Mónica Naranjo) - 2000))
Composer(s): Cristiano Malgioglio - Alberto Anelli
First release by: Mina - 1975
Adesso arriva lui apre piano la porta
poi si butta sul letto e poi e poi
ad un tratto io sento afferrarmi le mani
le mie gambe tremare e poi e poi e poi e poi
spegne adagio la luce, la sua bocca sul collo
ha il respiro un po' stanco ho deciso lo mollo
ma non so se poi farlo o lasciarlo soffrire
l'importante finire
adesso volta la faccia questa è l'ultima volta
che lo lascio morire e poi e poi
ha talento da grande lui nel fare l'amore
sa pigliare il mio cuore e poi e poi e poi e poi
ha il volto sconvolto io gli dico ti amo
ricomincia da capo è violento il respiro
io non so se restare o rifarlo morire
l'importante è finire
Woensdag 18 februari 2009
Macarena
