Zondag 24 maart 1991
Vem Kan Man Lita Pa
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Zaterdag 23 maart 1991
Vem Dödade Carlos?
Vem Dödade Carlos?
Performer(s): Björn Afzelius
Carlos var stökig, berusad och dum
Han blev inte insläppt för att han var full
När dörrvakten bad honom gå utan gnäll
så gav Carlos vakten en smäll
Vakten var utsliten, stressad och varm
och urless på diskots förbannade larm
och trött på att ständigt bli kallad för gris
Så han låt skicka efter polis
Polisen i Stockholm en sen lördagsnatt
har annat att göra än hjälpa en vakt
Därute sker misshandel, knivrån och dråp
i en takt snuten aldrig rår på
Men domtog sej till klubben och gjorde sin plikt
Och att lägga der Carlos var gjort på ett kick
Han domnade bort av ett omänskligt tryck
när snutarna klev på hans rygg
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Et dödsfall som ingen förstår
Polisläkar'n skrev en summarisk attest
över Carlos som dog i polisens arrest
Man antog att ynglingen kvävde sej själv
när han sov i sin ensamma cell
För ordningens skull blev det dock obduktion
Den bestod denna gång i att inget blev gjort
Man godkänte det som polisläkar'n sagt
och Carlos var nu blott en akt
Man ringde till Carlos'mor på Södermalm
och bad henne snarast se till att ta hand
om sonen som låg med en lapp om sin fot
i bårhusets kyl under jord
Men mamman som flytt från en svart diktatur
hon kände till allt om polisens tortyr
Hon svara': "Här blir det ingenting gjort
förr'n jag vet hur min ende son dog"
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Et dödsfall som ingen förstår
Kristina från Kungsholmen satt i sitt kök
med halvljummet kaffe och hemrullad rök
och tänkte på det hon bevittnat igår
på en klubb dit hon brukade gå
Hon såg för sitt inre hur Carlos slogs ner
och bakbands och se'n hur poliserna klev
omkring på hans rygg tills man hörde ett kras
när nå'nting i pojken bröts av
Hon måste få veta om allt slutat väl
så hon ringde till sist till arrestens befäl
Och när det stod klart att det gått som hon trott
så fråga' hon var Carlos bott
Hon for hemm till mamman och sa' som det var
att Carlos blev dödad när ryggen gick av
Tilsammans beslöt dom att hjälpa varann
för här måste sanningen fram
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Men någon har börjat förstå
När en anmärkning mot en polis kommer in
begandlas den som om den alls inte finns
En invandrarkvinna som stämt en polis
får vänta tills någon har tid
Processen i tingsrätten gick på en kvart
och rätten slog fast det som läkarna sagt
Kristina var en, men poliserna två
och det fanns inga fler vittnesmål
Kristina och mamman beslöt att få fatt
på flera personer som varit på plats.
Så Carlos fick stanna i bårhusets kyl
för nu börja' tiden bli dyr
När dörrvakten hörde hur allting var fatt
så nämnde han andra som varit på plats
Och snart fanns det flera som kunde gå ed
på det som dom alla fått se
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Men många har börjat förstå
Hovrätten krävde en ny obduktion
och Carlos kom äntligen upp ovan jord
Och snart stod det klart hur man miste sitt liv
och mamman fick äntligen frid
Men vem ska man döma, vem bär denna skuld?
Är det Carlos som bråkade när han var full?
Är det dörrvakten eller en våldsam polis
eller gästerna som stod bredvid?
Är det läkar'n på häktet, eller vakterna där?
Kan det va' obducenten som undvek besvär?
Är det tingsrätten som gick på läkarnas ord?
Eller var det ett kollektivt mord?
När svenskar blir mördade undersöks allt
men när svartskallar omkommer tar man det kallt
Och med Carlos kom sanningen äntligen fram
först när folk börja' hjälpa varann
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Men äntli'n kan alla förstå
Carlos är död, ingen vet vad som hänt
I gryningen låg han där kall i sin cell
Man fann inget blod och man fann inga sår
Men alla kan ändå förstå
Vrijdag 22 maart 1991
Velvet Nursery Rhyme
Velvet Nursery Rhyme
Composer(s): John Cale; Sterling Morrison;
Lou Reed; Maureen Tucker
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground
We’re The Velvet Underground and we have come to play
It’s been 28 years since we’ve been here to the day
There’s maureen, she’s on the drums, she’s havin’ lot of fun
Let’s hear it for moe tucker, beat those skins for everyone
There is sterling morrison, he’s playing the guitar
He’s a guitar hero, kicks their asses really far
Now you got here john and me
Now you got here john and me, we want no part of this
That’s because we think it is real pretentious shit
Donderdag 21 maart 1991
Velvet Heaven
Velvet Heaven
Composer(s): Robby Van Leeuwen
Performer(s): Shocking Blue
When I'm down, I go into
the land of dreams built for two
It's a world of consolation
and there's no need of any conversation
Oh, velvet heaven, high in the sky above
I think of you when I'm blue in love
blue in love
Come to me and I'll be your guide
The moon never fails tonight
We'll be only disturbed by
Some gently sounds out of the sky
Woensdag 20 maart 1991
Velvet Goldmine
Velvet Goldmine
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie
You got crazy legs, you got amazin' head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got the width of my tongue name on the sun
I clutch you close to my breast
Cause you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure
You make me act real gone, you make me troll along
I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry
Feel the teeth in your bones, heal ya head with my own
Why if I don't have you whole, is that your final love?
Here all together
Chorus
Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again
My velvet goldmine
You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip
I'll chop your hair off for kicks, you'll make me jump to my feet
So you'll give me your hand, give me your sound
Let my sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand
Oooh! Clutch your makeup!
Chorus
Oh
Shoot you down, bang bang
Chorus
(hum) Velvet Goldmine (repeat)
Dinsdag 19 maart 1991
Velvet
Velvet
Composer(s): Jeff Kent
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears
Velvet was a very handsome mother-mare-to-be
Grazing by a country road and tied to a very young tree
We were walking to see her
Velvet gazed upon me
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Couldn't she have stayed until the first September day
To foal in the autumn shades
The family would have shared her pain
Snake bite deep in the night
Velvet lost her life twice
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Velvet, now you're gone
Family carries on
Children love you so
They don't even know
Malamute's howl and seem to know
Velvet's old friend Tony cried in the morning sun
She was reaching for someone
And she broke down to a new friend
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Maandag 18 maart 1991
Velcro Fly
Velcro Fly
Composer(s): Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill; Frank Beard
Performer(s): ZZ Top
Hey, look at the hooks
On your pants makes you wanna dance
I say yeah yeah
I say yeah yeah
There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch
Do the velcro fly
Do the velcro fly
You need just enough of that sticky stuff
To hold the seams of your fine blue jeans
I say yeah yeah
I say yeah yeah
There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch
Do the velcro fly
Do the velcro fly
Well, it feels so right when you squeezed it tight
When you reach the end do it over again
I say yeah yeah
I say yeah yeah
There ain't never a catch, all you got to do is snatch
Do the velcro fly
Do the velcro fly
Zondag 17 maart 1991
Vehicle
Vehicle
((French Version: L'accident (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1970))
Composer(s): Jim Peterik
First release by: The Ides Of March - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Hey well
I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a loveable man
And I can take you to the nearest star
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
But I'm not sure you know
that I love ya
I need ya
I want ya
got to have you child
Great God in heaven you know I love you
Well if you want to be a movie star
I'll get a ticket to Hollywood
But if you want to stayjust the way you are
You know I think you really should
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
But I'm not sure you know
that I love ya
I need ya
I want ya
got to have you child
Great God in heaven you know I love you
Hey well
I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a loveable man
And I can take you to the nearest star
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
But I'm not sure you know
that I love ya
I need ya
I want ya
got to have you child
Great God in heaven you know I love you
And I'm your vehicle babe
you know
I love ya
I need ya
I want ya,
got to have you child
Great God in heaven you know I love you
Zaterdag 16 maart 1991
Vegematic
Vegematic
Composer(s): Steve Goodman; Shel Silverstein; Mike Smith
Performer(s): Steve Goodman
Fell asleep last night with the T-V on
Oh, what a dream I had
I dreamed I answered every single one
of those late night mail order ads
And four to six weeks later, much to my surprise
The mailman came to my front door, and I couldn't believe my eyes
When he brought the Vegematic, and the Pocket Fisherman too
Illuminated illustrated history of life
And Boxcar Willie with a Ginzu knife
A bamboo steamer, and a Garden Weasel too
And a tie-dyed, dayglow souvenir shirt from Six Flags Over Burbank
The doorbell rang all morning and into the afternoon
I shook with fright as it rang all night to the light of the Master Card moon
There was Parcel Post in the pantry, and UPS in the hall
C O D's to the ceiling, and I just couldn't pay for it all
I got the egg scrambler, with a Seal-a-Meal carrying case
A set of presidential commemorative plates
So I could eat my eggs off the President's face
A Minute Mender, and a needle that'll knit or crochet
And an autographed photograph of Rin Tin Tin at Six Flags Over Burbank
(same chords as 2nd verse:)
I remembered I was dreaming, so I gave a mighty cheer
When I awoke, it was no joke, 'cause all that shit was here
So if you fall asleep with the TV on, let me tell you what to do
Tear the telephone out of the wall unless you want it to happen to you
You'll get the Vegematic, and the Pocket Fisherman too
Illuminated illustrated history of life
And Boxcar Willie with a Ginzu knife
A bamboo steamer, and a smokeless ashtray too
And an all expenses paid weekend for three at Six Flags Over Burbank
Vrijdag 15 maart 1991
Vegas
Vegas
Composer(s): Nico; Philippe Quilichini
Performer(s): Nico
The road that leads you to Vegas
Remains so free
Where men have lost a perfect set
Within so much regret
A turning wheel on every table
Have they told you yet
A formula a winning scheme
More than you can dream
In a case of crime
In a case of death
Would you have to hold
Have to hold your breath
The charges of your sentence
An answer to your key
A switching argument
Condemning
Your damned
To plea
From the black screen of my eyelids
Closing in on you
The image showing me that
It is all so true
A young man with a wild smile
Like Bonaparte
he's looking like a piece of
Like a piece of art
In a case of crime
In a case of death
Would you have to hold
Have to hold your breath
The charges of your sentence
An answer to your key
A switching argument
Condemning
Your damned
to plea
Donderdag 14 maart 1991
Veeg Je Tranen Maar Weg
Veeg Je Tranen Maar Weg
Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Heus, van nu af aan blijf ik je trouw
Ik liep toen weg maar ik meende het niet zo kwaad
Nu heb ik spijt, och je weet toch hoe dat gaat
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Veeg die tranen maar weg
Ik heb zo'n spijt dat je weent
Lieveling, luister wat ik zeg
Ik heb het beslist niet zo gemeend
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Heus, van nu af aan blijf ik je trouw
Ik liep toen weg maar ik meende het niet zo kwaad
Nu heb ik spijt, och je weet toch hoe dat gaat
Veeg je tranen maar weg en luister wat ik zeg
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Als ik smart heb dan is het om jou
Woensdag 13 maart 1991
Vedrai, Vedrai
Vedrai, Vedrai
Composer(s): Luigi Tenco
Performer(s): Dalida;
and various other artists
Quando la sera, ritorno a casa
Non ho neanche voglia di parlare
Tu non guardarmi, con quella tenerezza
Come fossi un bambino che ritorna deluso
Si, lo so che questa non é certo la vita
Che ho sognato un gioroo per noi
Vedrai vedrai
Vedrai che cambierà
Forse non sarà domani ma un bel giorno cambierà
Vedrai vedrai no, non son finita sai
Non so dirti come e quando ma vedrai che cambierà
Preferirei sapere che piangi
Che mi rimproveri di averti deluso
E non vederti sempre cosi dolce
Accettare da me tutto quello che viene
Mi fa disperare il pensiero di te
E di me che non so
darti di più
Vedrai vedrai
Vedrai che cambierà
Forse non sarà domani ma un bel giorno cambierà
Vedrai vedrai non son finita sai
Non so dirti come e quando ma vedrai che cambierà
Dinsdag 12 maart 1991
Vecchio Mio, Giuda Mio
Vecchio Mio, Giuda Mio
French Title: Mon Ami, Mon Judas
Composer(s): Raggi; Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Se facile non è - capirli dalla faccia
È logico però
- Che lascino una traccia
Truccati da imbecilli
- Perfino la mattina
Si appiccicano a te
- Col cuore già in sordina
Si mettono a servizio
- Nemmeno fosse un vizio
E il compromesso spesso
- È metro di giudizio
Con un sorriso appeso
- E un'aria da coglioni
L'occhietto sempre arreso
- Con fame da leoni
Vecchio mio, Giuda mio
Va bene gioca come sai
Corteggia fai la riverenza
E giura quanto bene vuoi
A me che sono la tua scienza
Emblema della fedeltà
E d'umiltà e di innocenza
Dimmi che ho fascino e buon gusto
Che sono bello, sono un fusto
E lustrami bene le scarpe
Ché non ti costerà di più
Ti comprano il giornale
- Ti lasciano dormire
Ti parlan sottovoce
- Se hai mal di testa atroce
Sono sempre compiacenti
- Perfino se nel letto
Ci trovano la moglie
- Con te che sei sul fatto
Non fanno complimenti
- A fare anche il pagliaccio
Servili e sorridenti
- Si inchinano col braccio
Accettano se è il caso
- Perfino un calcio in culo
Curvandosi in avanti
- Fino a toccare il suolo
Vecchio mio - Giuda mio
Sei l'impiegato dei vorrei
Stupisci della mia eleganza
E dì che adesso solo sai
Cosa vuol dire intelligenza
Che scelgo bene il mio Bordeaux
Poi vuota pure la credenza
Fuma gli avana della festa
Magari dopo un'aragosta
E pensa a quello che mi freghi
E a tutto il resto che non paghi
Vecchio mio, Giuda mio
Giochi nell'ombra come sai
E fai la trama piano piano
Non sei pagliaccio e tu lo sai
E fai la trama piano piano
Non sei pagliaccio e tu lo sai
Che tu sei re io Arlecchino
Un sognatore in mezzo ai guai
Caro amico parassita
Quando il mio tempo finirà
Il limore spremuto già
Vendimi pure e poi tradisci
E prendi il soldo che verrà
Vecchio mio, Giuda mio
Va bene
Crucifiggi me
Maandag 11 maart 1991
Vecchio Frack
Vecchio Frack
Composer(s): Domenico Modugno
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno; Baldassarre
E' giunta mezzanotte
si spengono i rumori
si spegne anche l'insegna
di quel'ultimo caffè
le strade son deserte
desterte e silenzione,
un'ultima carrozza
cigolando se ne và
Il fiume scorre lento
frusciando sotto i ponti
la luna slende in cielo
dorme tutta la città
solo và un'uomo in frack
Ha il cilindro per cappello
due diamanti per gemelli
un bastone di cristallo
la gardenia nell'occhiello
e sul candido gilet
un papillon,
un papillon di seta blu
s'avvicina lentamente
con incedere elegante
ha l'aspetto trasognato
malinconico ed assente
non si sa da dove vien
ne dove và
chi mai sarà
quel'uomo in frack
buon nuite bonne nuite
buon nuite bonne nuite
Bouna notte
va dicendo ad ogni cosa
ai fanali illuminati
ad un gatto innamorato
che randagio se ne va
(musica)
E' giunta ormai l'aurora
si spengono i fanali
si sveglia a poco a poco
tutta quanta la città
la luna s'è incantata
sorpresa ed impallidita
pian piano
scolorandosi nel cielo sparirà
sbadiglia una finestra
sul fiume silenzioso
e nella luce bianga
galleggiando se ne van
un cilindro
un fiore e un frack
Galleggiando dolcemente
e lasciandosi cullare
se ne scende lentamente
sotto i ponti verso il mare
verso il mare se ne và
chi mai sarà, chi mai sarà
quell'uomo in frack
Adieu adieu adieu adieu
addio al mondo
ai ricordi del passato
ad un sogno mai sognato
ad un'attimo d'amore
che mai più ritornerà
Lala la la lala la la...
Zondag 10 maart 1991
Miss Tara
Miss Tara
Composer(s): J.R. Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Where are you going Miss Tara, Miss Tara?
Where are you going Miss Tara Joan?
Yesterday when you played on the swing and the trampoline
You're already thinkin' of a life of your own
And I turned around twice and you're already gone
Who will you marry Miss Tara, Miss Tara?
Who will you marry Miss Tara Joan?
Will he have wealth and will he have fame?
I'm sure too you're wonderin' just who he will be
Well, that's your decision, it's not up to me
I hope you'll be happy Miss Tara, Miss Tara
I hope you'll be happy Miss Tara Joan
And that you will stay with me till you're a woman
And wise to the world before you're off on your own
You're my last baby girl and I'll be so alone
Zondag 10 maart 1991
Vaya-Na-Cumana
Vaya-Na-Cumana
Composer(s): J.J. Barry; B. Blum;
R. Dassin; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Sous mon cocotier préféré
le sable chaud c'est mon lit whow
Si les noix ne tombent pas
s'il ne pleut pas aujourd'hui whow
Si j'ai toujours de l'ombre, j'attendrai le soir
Pour m'en aller voir ce qui se passe au pays whow
Adossé au bar bien peinard, je fais durer mon whisky whow
Une petite poupée à coté me fait de l'œil, c'est gentil whow
On ira se balader sur la plage regarder la lune
Et dormir sur les dunes, et adieu ma jolie whow
On va chanter:
Vaya-na-cumana,cumana
Vaya-na-cumana,cumana
Vaya-na-cumana,cumana
Vaya-na-cumana,cumana
Vaya-na-cumana
J'ai de quoi fumer
Mon tabac n'est que de l'herbe d'ici whow
J'ai ma chemise sur le dos et quand il faut j'ai un abri whow
Le monde que j'ai quité ne me fait pas envie
Et pour tout smoking, mon blue jean me suffit whow
On va chanter
Vaya-na-cumana,cumana
{...}
Zaterdag 9 maart 1991
Sonaron Cuatro Balazos
Sonaron Cuatro Balazos
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
and multiple other artists
Sonaron cuatro balazos
a las dos de la mañana
la fui amatar en tus brazos
sabía que ahí lo encontraba
no creas que alguien me lo dijo
me dió la corazonada.
(le dio la corazonada)
Se me embalo la pistola
te salvaste de la muerte
todavía no te tocaba
o fue tu noche de suerte
yo tuve que irme pa'l monte
y ahi me volví revelde
(y ahí se volvió rebelde)
Yo se que quieren matarme
que la ley me anda buscando
algun día darán conmigo
no sé ni donde ni cuando
pero eso si te lo digo
me pienso morir peleando
(se piensa morir peleando)
Adios mujer consentida
se despide tu rebelde
a tí te debo en la vida
estar sentenciado a muete
por eso mientras yo via
mi suerte será tu suerte
(su suerte será tu suerte)
Zaterdag 9 maart 1991
Vaya Una Vida
Vaya Una Vida
Composer(s): Salsano; Rogatti
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Vaya una vida que estoy llevando
por no encontrar lo que estoy buscando
lo dicen todos los pecadores
y si no hay espinas tampoco hay flores
Llevo tu foto en el bolsillo
con el atado de cigarrillos
con el pretexto de tu retratro
yo fumo y fumo a cada rato
Vaya una vida...
Voy a los bares mas reventados
a oir los discos de mi pasado
pido un manhattan y en la aceituna
brilla y se apaga un rayo de luna
Señorita por favor
cuanto cuesta una llamada
si yo vivo en Buenos Aires
y ella vive en Aragón
Conozco al ganster que venda fichas
para la maquina de las desdichas
es un invento que han importado
para explotar a los desgraciados
Si voy al cine es por consuelo
porque Ingrid Bergman tiene tu pelo
no me exagero pero en dos meses
vi Casablanca cuarenta veces
Propongo un club para soñadores
donde se hable de grandes amores
donde se diga que los buzones
son como estuches de corazones
Vaya una vida...
Y si algun dia al ver la tele
ves un estadio lleno de gente
buscame abajo de un sombrerito
todo bordado con angelitos
Vrijdag 8 maart 1991
A Cidade (Até Ser Dia)
A Cidade (Até Ser Dia)
First performance by: Anabela - 1993
De madrugada saio para rua
A cidade está à minha frente
E de repente a cidade é minha e tua
A cidade é de toda a gente
Entre um gin e um beijo
Vamos nós de bar em bar
Sinto tudo o que vejo
Há um brilho no ar
Quando cai a noite na cidade
Há sempre um sonho e há magia
À noite na cidade,
Há sempre um sonho, até ser dia
As cores da noite
Dão um brilho à cidade
Fazem luz até se fazer dia
Entre a lua e o sol
Vamos nós de rua em rua
Amanhã de manhã
Já será outro dia
Donderdag 7 maart 1991
Son Vallenato
