Dinsdag 5 mei 2009
Main Street (Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band)
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Main Street
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Maandag 4 mei 2009
Little Child Runnin' Wild
Little Child Runnin' Wild
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield; MC Breed
Little child
Runnin' wild
Watch a while
You see he never smiles
Broken home
Father gone
Mama tired
So he's all alone
Kind of sad
Kind of mad
Ghetto child
Thinkin' he's been had
In the back of his mind he's sayin'
Didn't have to be here
You didn't have to love for me
While I was just a nothin' child
Why couldn't they just let me be
Let me be, let me be, let me be
One room shack
On the alley-back
Control, I'm told
From across the track
Where is the mayor
Who'll make all things fair
He lives outside
Our polluted air
And I didn't have to be here
You didn't have to love for me
While I was just a nothin' child
Why couldn't they just let me be
Let me be, let me be, let me be
I got a jones
Runnin' through ma' bones
I'm sorry son
All your money's gone
Painful rip
In my upper hip
I guess it's time
To take another trip
Don't care what nobody say
I got to take the pain away
It's getting worser day by day
And all my life has been this way
Can't reason with the pusherman
Finance is all that he understands
'You junkie, mama cries, you know'
Would rip her, but I love her so
Love her so, now ...
Maandag 4 mei 2009
Le Grillon
Le Grillon
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Quand l'hiver a pris sa besace
Que tout s'endort et tout se glace
Dans mon jardin abandonné
Quand les jours soudain rapetissent
Que les fantômes envahissent
La solitude des allées
Quand la burle secoue les portes
En balayant les feuilles mortes
Aux quatre coins de la vallée
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon dans ma cheminée
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon se met à chanter
Il n'a pourtant dans son assiette
Pas la plus petite herbe verte
La plus fragile graminée
À se mettre sous la luette
Quand le vent souffle la tempête
Et qu'il est l'heure de dîner
Que peut-il bien manger ou boire
À quoi peut-il rêver ou croire
Quel espoir encore l'habiter
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon dans ma cheminée
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon se met à chanter
Son cri n'a d'autre raison d'être
Que son refus de disparaître
De cet univers désolé
Pour le meilleur et pour le pire
Il chante comme je respire
Pour ne pas être asphyxié
Sait-il au fond de sa mémoire
Que c'est du coeur de la nuit noire
Qu'on peut voir l'aube se lever
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon dans ma cheminée
Un grillon un grillon
Un grillon se met à chanter
Maandag 4 mei 2009
Main Dans La Main
Main Dans La Main
Composer(s): Léonie; Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe
Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours
Mon presque premier amour
Ma tendresse, mon bonheur, ma douleur
Je t'enferme au fond de mon cœur
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux
Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux
Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Quand, où et comment le dire
Ce grand amour qui nous déchire
Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours
De l'aube à la fin du jour
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux
Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux
Nous serons si bien main dans la main
La la la la la .......
Zondag 3 mei 2009
Little Brown Gal
Little Brown Gal
(Adapted from: It's Just A Little Brown Gal In A Little Grass Skirt In A Little Grass Shack In Hawaii)
Composer(s): Don McDiarmid - Lee Wood - Johnny Noble
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
It's not the islands fair that are calling to me
It's not the balmy air nor the tropical sea
It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt
In a little grass shack in Hawaii
It isn't Waikiki or Kamehameha's pali
Not the beach boys free with their hoomalimali
It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt
In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Through that island wonderland
She's broken all the kanes' hearts
It's not hard to understand
For that wahine is a gal of parts
I'll be leaving soon but the thrill I enjoy
Is not the island moon nor the fish and the poi
It's just a little brown gal in a little grass skirt
In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Zondag 3 mei 2009
Mailman, Bring Me No More Blues
Mailman, Bring Me No More Blues
Composer(s): Stanley Clayton; Bob Thiele
Performer(s): The Beatles
She wrote me only one sad night
told me she's no longer mine
Sue, sue mailman, that will do for sometime
Mailman, bring me no more blues
Mailman, bring me no more blues
One more heartache is all I can use
Mailman, bring me no more blues
Mailman, bring me no more blues
Zaterdag 2 mei 2009
Little Boy, How Old Are You?
Little Boy, How Old Are You?
Composer(s): Leadbelly
Performer(s): Leadbelly
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
I'm only three years old
Who told you so?
My mama told me says
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
What your mama say?
My mama tell me, too
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
How'd you know it, keep up with it so long?
`Cause I never did forget it my age was
I'm only three years old, my mama told me
Only three years old, my papa told me
Only three years old
Zaterdag 2 mei 2009
Mail Myself To You
Mail Myself To You
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody & Arlo Guthrie
and various other artists
I'm a-gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna daub myself with glue
Stick some stamps on top of my head
I'm gonna mail myself to you
I'm a gonna tie me up in a red string
I'm gonna tie blue ribbons too
I'm a-gonna climb up in my mail box
I'm gonna mail myself to you
When you see me in your mail box
Cut the string and let me out
Wash the glue off my fingers
Stick some bubble gum in my mouth
Take me out of my wrapping paper
Wash the stamps off my head
Pour me full of ice cream sodies
Put me in my nice warm bed
Vrijdag 1 mei 2009
Little Boy Sad
Little Boy Sad
Composer(s): Wayne Walker
First release by: Johnny Burnette - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
You've been lying, been untrue
Now they call me little boy blue
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
You've been cheating, doing me bad
Now they call me little boy sad
Someday baby, you're gonna see
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as me
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name)
Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt
Now they call me little boy hurt
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name)
Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt
Now they call me little boy hurt
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine ...
Vrijdag 1 mei 2009
Maids When You're Young
Maids When You're Young
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Tom Donovan
An old man came courting me, hey ding a doorum dah
An old man came courting me, me being young
An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus:
For he's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle oo doo rum
He's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle day
He's got no faloo doo rum, lost his ding doo reeum
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
When this old man comes to bed, hey ding a doorum dah
When this old man comes to bed, me being young
When this old man comes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus
When this old man goes to sleep, hey ding a doorum dah
When this old man goes to sleep, me being young
When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
Chorus
I wish this old man would die, hey ding a doorum dah
I wish this old man would die, me being young
I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly
Girls for your sakes never wed an old man
Chorus
A young man is my delight, hey ding a doorum dah
A young man is my delight, me being young
A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus
Donderdag 30 april 2009
Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier
Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier
Composer(s): Shirley Abicair - Bill Lovelock
Performer(s): Shirley Abicair
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy wonder why the fish don't float
Little boy wanna buy a fishing boat
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy got to buy boat some way
Then he go fishing all the live long day
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish
Please swim by my line
Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish
Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy dreaming with a secret smile
Some day sail away cannibal isle
Little boy wonder when his boat will come
Little boy slumber now the day is done
Dreaming is nothing if it ain't worth while
Keep on dreaming little man-child
Many a general would eat his hat
To give away talking and to do just that
Little boy richer than a millionaire
All he got is trouble and care
Soon enough little boy'll grow big man
Then he go fishingg for the frying pan
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish
Please swim by my line
Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish
Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy sleepy and he sail away
In his dreamboat down to Blanket Bay
Donderdag 30 april 2009
Maid Of Bond Street
Maid Of Bond Street
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
Woensdag 29 april 2009
Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue
Composer(s): Eugene Field - Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin
Performer(s): John McCormack
and multiple other artists
The little toy dog is covered with dust
But sturdy and stanch he stands
And the little toy soldier is red with rust
And his musket moulds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh! the years are many, the years are long
But the little toy friends are true
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
The smile of a little face
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there
Woensdag 29 april 2009
Mai 68
Mai 68
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés
Et le petit Pierre, le beau cadeau
Le temps va vite, voyage
Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà
On était fou, on se foutait
Du monde entier, des gens mariés
D'la république trop tiède
Et Mai 68, pour moi c'est "Je t'aime"
Simplement un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Tiens, tu t'en souviens
La rue du Bac, une barricade
Et je t'emmène chez moi
Pendant qu'on s'aimait
Des gens criaient, couraient
Une jolie Rolls brûlait
A la radio cette musique-là passait
Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés
Le petit Pierre est contestataire
Le temps va vite, voyage
Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Pour fêter ça, je t'emmène dîner
C'est rue du Bac, un p'tit resto
"A la barricade", ballade
Et de ce temps-là pour toi et pour moi
Restera un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Dinsdag 28 april 2009
Little Boy
Little Boy
Composer(s): Mike Settle
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
When I was a little boy, my mother said to me
"Watch the new born roses grow
It's a pretty sight to see
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below
I will be your raindrops
You will be my rose
Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky
There's a home for angels on the clouds so high
I must be an angel
In heaven I shall stay
If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say"
Now her raindrops fall no more
Who will take her place?
Will I live to blossom full or wither into space?
Many times I wonder on the clouds above
Is it my dear mother who showers me with love?
When I was a little boy
Dinsdag 28 april 2009
Magnolias For Ever
Magnolias For Ever
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre;
Claude François; Étienne Roda-Gil
Performer(s): Claude François
Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong or is she right
Je ne peux plus rien y faire
Your girl is shining in the night
Burning burning burning bright
Je ne sais plus comment faire
Dites-lui que je suis comme elle
Que j'aime toujours les chansons
Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles
De chagrin, de vent, de frissons
Dites-lui que je pense à elle
Quand on me parle de magnolias
Quand j'entends ces musiqu's nouvelles
Qui résonn'nt comm' des bruits de combats
Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong, is she right
Je ne sais plus comment faire
Elle est si forte qu'elle se brise
Elle était fière elle est soumise
Comme un amour qui lâche prise
Qui casse et ne plie pas
Tu lui ressembles
Quand elle tremble
Et dans ta voix
J'entends parfois
Un peu sa voix
Elle te ressemble
Quand elle tremble
Quand elle pleure
Là dans le cœur
Des arbres en fleurs
Dites-lui que j'ai peur pour elle
Dans les sous-sols quand il fait noir
Quand j'entends ces musiques nouvelles
Où s'en vient crier le désespoir
Dites-lui que je pense à elle
Dans un grand champ de magnolias
Et que si tout's les fleurs sont belles
Je me brûl' souvent souvent les doigts
Des magnolias par centaines
Des magnolias comme autrefois
Je ne sais plus comment faire
Les magnolias sont toujours là
Elle ressemble à toutes les filles
Quand elles aiment comme ça
Qu'elles soient méchantes ou timides
Pauvres violettes ou magnolias
Elle aime les grands ciels humides
Et les déserts où il fait froid
Parfois elle pleure quand j'arrive
Et elle rit quand elle s'en va
Si tu t'en vas dans la tempête
Si tu t'en vas tu la verras
Dites-lui que je suis comme elle
Que j'aime toujours les chansons
Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles...
Maandag 27 april 2009
Little Boxes
Little Boxes
((Danish Version: Pæne Æsker (by Per Dich) - 1966))
Composer(s): Malvina Reynolds
First release by: Pete Seeger - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
Maandag 27 april 2009
Magnolia
Magnolia
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Originally performed by: J.J. Cale
Covered by various other artists
Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze
Makes me think of my baby
I left down in New Orleans
I left down in New Orleans
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You're driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
You whisper "Good morning"
So gently in my ear
I'm coming home to you, babe
I'll soon be there
I'll soon be there
Zondag 26 april 2009
Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Jeep
Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Jeep
Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Jerry Browne
Performer(s): Spike Jones
Private Jackson had a girl
He fondly called Bo Peep
Now Jackson didn't have a car
So drove by in a jeep
They took a ride, the time flew by
And Bo Peep was in Heaven
'Til Jackson cried, "Bo Peep,
This jeep's gotta be in camp by eleven"
So little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
And don't know where to find it
Her soldier boy took it back to camp
And left Bo Peep behind it
It didn't have doors, the seats were hard
But Bo Peep never minded
It didn't ride like a Cadillac
She wondered who designed it
Roller coasters nearly killed her
Aeroplanes they never thrilled her
But with Jackson at the wheel
She got that jeep, jeep, jeep appeal
Now little Bo Peep wants to find her jeep
And find her soldier chappy
If he comes chug-chuggy in his old Blitz buggy
Bo Peep will be happy
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
Her boyfriend made an error
He let her drive, goodness sakes alive
That Bo Peep, she's a terror
The throttle pushed down, she tore through town
The red lights didn't stop her
The soldier knew that they both were through
When she side swiped a copper
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
Oh my, why must her joy end?
Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap
And the guardhouse has her boyfriend
Zondag 26 april 2009
Magnificent Obsession
