Dinsdag 14 april 2009
Magic Hymie
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Magic Hymie
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Maandag 13 april 2009
Liten Och Trött
Liten Och Trött
Composer(s): K. Aneby - M. Försberg
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian Ulvaeus
När man är liten och trött behöver man
Nå'n som stoppar om en och kramas lite grann
För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då
Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand
Att få hålla nå'n i hand
Och även om man blir stor och så väldigt klok
Så kan det hända att allting går på tok
Och fast man vet bäst, som vuxna alltig gör
Så är man ängslig när ingen ser och hör
För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då
Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand
För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då
Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand
Att få hålla nå'n i hand, att få hålla nå'n i hand
Maandag 13 april 2009
Magic Carpet Ride
Magic Carpet Ride
Composer(s): John Kay
Originally performed by: Steppenwolf
Covered by various other artists
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
Zondag 12 april 2009
Litany For A Return
Litany For A Return
((Adapted from: Litanies Pour Un Retour (by Jacques Brel) - 1958))
((Dutch Version: Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer (by Liesbeth List) - 1969))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
My love
My heart
My sweet, oh
My sky
My fire
My heat, oh
My work
My spring
My veil
My honey
My bomb
My grail
My gate
My gold
My thrown, oh
My stock
My rock
My stone, oh
My night
My thirst
My hunger
My day
My bread
My water
My sail
My wave
My guide
My way
My blood
My strengh
My fever
My ray
My song
My love
My wine
My joy
My dawn
My life
My faith
My cry
My love
My heart
My sweet, oh
My sky
My fire
My heat, oh
My body
My flesh
My yearning
All this, now you're returning
Zondag 12 april 2009
Magic Bus
Magic Bus
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
and various other artists
Every Day I Get In The Queue (Too Much, Magic Bus)
To Get On The Bus That Takes Me To You (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I'm So Nervous, I Just Sit And Smile (Too Much, Magic Bus)
You House Is Only Another Mile (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Thank You, Driver, For Getting Me Here (Too Much, Magic Bus)
You'll Be An Inspector, Have No Fear (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Don't Want To Cause No Fuss (Too Much, Magic Bus)
But Can I Buy Your Magic Bus? (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Nooooooooo!
I Don't Care How Much I Pay (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Wanna Drive My Bus To My Baby Each Day (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Want It, I Want It, I Want It, I Want It ... (You Can't Have It!)
Thruppence And Sixpence Every Day
Just To Drive To My Baby
Thruppence And Sixpence Each Day
'Cause I Drive My Baby Every Way
Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus ...
I Said, Now I've Got My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Said, Now I've Got My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Drive My Baby Every Way (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Each Time I Go A Different Way (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Want It, I Want It, I Want It, I Want It ...
Every Day You'll See The Dust (Too Much, Magic Bus)
As I Drive My Baby In My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Zaterdag 11 april 2009
Litanies Pour Un Retour
Litanies Pour Un Retour
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer (by Liesbeth List)
1989 - Litany For A Return (by Marc Almond)
Mon cœur ma mie mon âme
Mon ciel mon feu ma flamme
Mon puits ma source mon val
Mon miel mon baume mon Graal
Mon blé mon or ma terre
Mon soc mon roc ma pierre
Ma nuit ma soif ma faim
Mon jour mon aube mon pain
Ma voile ma vague mon guide ma voix
Mon sang ma force ma fièvre mon moi
Mon chant mon rire mon vin ma joie
Mon aube mon cri ma vie ma foi
Mon cœur ma mie mon âme
Mon ciel mon feu ma flamme
Mon corps ma chair mon bien
Voilà que tu reviens
Zaterdag 11 april 2009
Magic (The Cars)
Magic
Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
Performer(s): The Cars
Summer turns me upside down
Summer summer summer
It's like a merry-go-round
I see you under the midnight
All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a-clickin'
a temperamental glow
How far will you take it
Well no one knows
Don't let me go
I got a hold on you tonight
Oh oh it's magic
When I'm with you
Oh oh it's magic
You know it's true
Got a hold on you
Twisted under sideways down
I know you're getting twisted
And you can't calm down
I see you under the midnight
Love darts in your eyes
How far can you take it
Till you realize
There's magic in your eyes
Oh oh it's magic
When I'm with you
Oh oh it's magic
You know it's true
Got a hold on you
Vrijdag 10 april 2009
Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer
Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer
((Adapted from: Litanies Pour Un Retour (by Jacques Brel) - 1958))
((English Version: Litany For A Return (by Marc Almond) - 1989))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber - Ernst van Altena
Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969
Mijn hart, mijn lief, mijn leven
Mijn lucht, mijn vuur, mijn beven
Mijn put, mijn bron, mijn Graal
Mijn zoet, mijn zacht, mijn taal
Mijn hout, mijn goud, mijn aarde
Mijn ploeg, mijn steen, mijn gaarde
Mijn dorst, mijn lust, mijn nacht
Mijn dag, mijn brood, mijn kracht
Mijn gids, mijn stem, mijn zeil, mijn golf
Mijn bloed, mijn koorts, mijn ik, mijn wolf
Mijn zang, mijn lach, mijn vreugd, mijn wijn
Mijn zon, mijn kreet, mijn trouw, mijn zijn
Mijn hart, mijn lief, mijn leven
Mijn lucht, mijn vuur, mijn beven
Mijn lijf, mijn huid, mijn brug
Hoera! Je bent terug! ...
Vrijdag 10 april 2009
Magic (Pilot)
Magic
Composer(s): Billy Lyall; David Paton
Originally performed by: Pilot
Ho, ho, ho
It´s magic you know
Never believe, it´s not so
It´s magic, you know
Never believe, it´s not so
Never been awake
Never seen a day break
Leaning on my pillow in the morning
Lazy day in bed
Music in my head
Crazy music playing in the morning light
I love my sunny day
Dream of far away
Dreaming on my pillow in the morning
Never been awake
Never seen a day break
Leaning on my pillow in the morning light
Ho, ho, ho
It´s magic, you know
Never believe it´s not so
It´s magic, you know
Never believe, it´s not so
Donderdag 9 april 2009
L'italiano
L'italiano
((French Version: Méditerranéenne (by Hervé Vilard) - 1983))
Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Cristiano Minellono
First release by: Toto Cutugno - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare, sono un italiano
Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente
E un partigiano come presidente; con l'autoradio sempre
Nella mano destra e un canarino sopra la finestra
Buongiorno Italia, con i tuoi artisti, con troppa America
Sui manifesti
Con le canzoni con amore e con il cuore
Con più donne sempre meno suore
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa
Con la crema da barba alla menta; con un vestito gessato
Sul blu e la moviola la domenica in T.V.
Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto
Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto
Con la bandiera in tintoria e una seicento giù di carrozzeria
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia... buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano
lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Donderdag 9 april 2009
Magic (Olivia Newton-John)
Magic
Composer(s): John Farrar
Originally performed by: Olivia Newton-John
Come take my hand
You should know me
I've always been in your mind
You know that I'll be kind
I'll be guiding you
Building your dream
Has to start now
There's no other road to take
You won't make a mistake
I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don't let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Your destiny will arrive
I'll bring all your dreams alive
For you
From where I stand
You are home free
The planets align so rare
There's promise in the air
And I'm guiding you
Through every turn I'll be near you
I'll come anytime you call
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don't let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Your destiny will arrive
I'll bring all your dreams alive
For you
Woensdag 8 april 2009
Méditerranéenne
Méditerranéenne
((Adapted from: L'italiano (by Toto Cutugno) - 1983))
Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Cristiano Minellono - Didier Barbelivien - Hervé Vilard
Performer(s): Hervé Vilard - 1983
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!
T'as sur le front la croix de ton village
Et deux grands yeux noirs qui me dévisagent
Qui t'a donné ce déhanché toi qui es née
Entre les vignes et les champs d'oliviers?
Dans ta famille on aime les orages
Les flamands roses et les chevaux sauvages
Eparpillés, ensoleillés, ensorcelés
Comme le sont tous les gens du voyage
Viens me rejoindre à la nuit, mais prends garde
Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde
Qu'il t'a juré: y a danger pour l'étranger!
Méditerranéenne, mais qu'est-ce que tu es belle
Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!
Mais j'ai envie de courir dans les vagues
Et de crier sous le ciel de Camargue
Qui t'a donné ce déhanché, la majesté d'être nu-pieds
Au milieu des gitanes?
À la tombée du jour, le feu, les flammes
Raniment l'amour dans le cœur des femmes
Quand tu es triste, un guitariste, un violoniste
Est toujours là pour jouer du vague à l'âme
Viens me rejoindre à la nuit mais prends garde
Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde
Qu'il t'a juré : y a danger pour l'étranger!
Méditerranéenne, les guitares se souviennent
La mer est dans la plaine aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!
La la la la la ...
Woensdag 8 april 2009
Maggie's Dream
Maggie's Dream
Composer(s): Dave Loggins; Lisa Silver
Performer(s): Don Williams
Maggie's up each morning at four am
By five at the counter at the diner
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in
As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina
Maggie's been a waitress here most all her life
Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet
The mountains around Ashville she's never seen the other side
Closer now to fifty than to forty
Maggie's never had a love
She said she's never had enough
Time to let a man into her life
Aw but Maggie has a dream
She's had since she was seventeen
To find a husband and be a wife
Maggie knows the truckers most by first name
What they'll have to say and what they'll order
And they take her in their stories to places far away
And leave her with the dishes, dreams and quarters
And she relies upon the jukebox on the lonely afternoon
When the business starts to slow down she plays the saddest tunes
And she stares off down the highway and she wonders where it goes
Nobody to go home to and it's almost time to close
Dinsdag 7 april 2009
L'italiana
L'italiana
Performer(s): Renato Zero
Non è il fascino ruffiano di una bandiera
la carezza di un dialetto, né una melodia
una cucina così povera ma sincera
allora che cos'è che mi lega a te
Quella faccia strafottente così italiana
di coraggio, di passione, di gelosia
stai nel recinto anche tu
in questo ghetto ci stai
per non vivere più
che bell'esempio che dai
Non rinuncerò
io non sbarrerò la porta
non accetterò
che la faccia mia sia un'altra ed io
quanto ti ho amata pure io
ma questo cielo oltre che il tuo
è pure il mio, la stessa anima
più malinconica, se questo è un oblio!
Da quel primo bacio dato senza pensare
nel timore che un amore ci porti via
migrazioni naturali quelle del cuore
valigie che pesano
Non c'è terra non c'è mare che può spiegare
quale mistica attrazione ci tiene qui
pronti a soffrire così
sono secoli ormai
le differenze fra noi
le appianeremo se vuoi
Madre anche tu
salva almeno le apparenze
tutti i figli tuoi
dalla Sicilia fino in Piemonte, ed io
se ti ho difesa lo sa Dio
ma il tuo pensiero non è più limpido
forse nostalgico
vivo di questa mia utopia, cara democrazia
non ci vedrai più
tutti intorno a una bottiglia
non c'entriamo ormai
nel ritratto di famiglia e tu
più delirante di così
madre dimenticata lì in un angolo
un ruolo scomodo
siamo davvero figli tuoi
così sicura sei
Io ci spero sai
che quel silenzio arrivi, mai!
Dinsdag 7 april 2009
Listening In
Listening In
Composer(s): Mickey Bradley - John O'Neill
Performer(s): The Undertones
I was sitting on my own
No one rang so I picked up the phone
Then I heard your voice
I was listening in
You were talking in the hall
I wasn't there but I heard it all
Nothing I could do
Just listening in
On the carpet you're so small
Who had you covered wall to wall
Nothing I could do
Just listening in
Now you're gone any your line's dead
Nothing I can do instead
No more - no more
No more listening in
Dinsdag 7 april 2009
Maggie May
Maggie May
Composer(s): Martin Quittenton; Rod Stewart
Originally performed by: Rod Stewart
Covered by various other artists
Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused
But I fell I'm being used
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts
The morning sun when it's in your eyes really shows your age
But that don't worry me none, in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes
My love you didn't need to coax
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand
But you turned into a lover and mother, what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
'Cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried
I suppose I could collecd my books and go on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living at playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band
That needs a helping hand
Oh Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face
You made a first class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home, one of these days
Maandag 6 april 2009
Listening
Listening
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): Michael Nesmith
Sometimes thoughts coincidental
With activities quite simple
In consideration seem to be quite meaningless
Yet hoping for the best
I listen for the rest
Listening to find a way
To overcome earthbound decay
Still I'm classifying these ideas that come to me
Into those that I can see
And those that I can feel
It seems it should be
So easy to do
The things that I am led to do
But conviction and courage
Sometimes drift apart
And takes me back to the start
Sometimes thoughts coincidental
With activities quite simple
In consideration seem to be quite meaningless
Yet hoping for the best
I listen for the rest
Maandag 6 april 2009
Maggie Mae
Maggie Mae
Originally performed by: The Beatles
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae
they have taken her away
and she'll never walk
down Lime Street anymore
Oh, the judge she guilty found her
of robbing the homeward bounder
dirty no good robbing Maggie Mae
It's the part of Liverpool
She returned me to
Two pound ten a week
that was my pay
Zondag 5 april 2009
Listen Mr. Bilbo
Listen Mr. Bilbo
Composer(s): Adrienne Claiborne - Bob Claiborne
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and multiple other artists
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
In 1492, just to see what he could see
Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea
He said "Isabella, baby, the world is round
And the USA's just awaitin' to be found"
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, (well, some of my best friends are)
Listen Mr. Bigot (oh, they like to live with their own kind)
Well when the King of England started pushin' Yanks around
They had a little trouble up in Boston town
But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man
The first one to fall when the fightin' began
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot
(They can't help it
It's their cultural point of view)
Listen Mr. Bigot (They all look alike to me!)
Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance
Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
Another thing I'm sure will be news to you
The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
You don't like blacks, you don't like jews
Well if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news
You don't like Poles, Hispanics too
Anyway they serve you up, we don't like you
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot
(Well there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun
And up comes a busload of them, well first they got these boxes that play this music
I mean it's not even in English
Then they take out these stoves or hibachi's or something
The smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse
I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?)
Listen Mr. Bigot
Zondag 5 april 2009
Maggie
