Dinsdag 27 januari 1981
If I Were A Rich Man
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If I Were A Rich Man
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Dinsdag 27 januari 1981
El Poeta
El Poeta
Composer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqu
Performer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
and multiple other artists
Tú piensas que eres distinto
porque te dicen poeta
y tienes un mundo aparte
más allá de las estrellas
De tanto mirar la luna
ya nada sabes mirar
Eres como un pobre ciego
que no sabe adónde va
Vete a mirar los mineros
los hombres en el trigal
y cántales a los que luchan
por un pedazo de pan
Poeta de tiernas rimas
vete a vivir a la selva
y aprenderás muchas cosas
del hachero y sus miserias
Vive junto con el pueblo
no lo mires desde afuera
que lo primero es ser hombre
y lo segundo, poeta
De tanto mirar la luna
ya nada sabes mirar
Eres como un pobre ciego
que no sabe adónde va
Maandag 26 januari 1981
If I Were A Moose
If I Were A Moose
Composer(s): Fred Small
Performer(s): Fred Small
If I were a moose and you were a cow
Would you love me anyhow?
Would you introduce me to your folks
Would you tell your friends "No moose jokes!"
If I were a moose and you were a cow
Would you invite me to your club
And risk a cruel bovine snub
Would you lead me down the receiving line
And boldly boast "This moose is mine!"
Would your parents watch us graze
Shake their heads, "It's just a phase"
Or would they thank the stars above
Their precious heifer's found her love?
Would your grandparents change their will?
They'd really expected a Holstein bull
"For this we toiled before the plow
You bring home someone who's not even a cow
There's lot's of proper stock around
Like that nice young Guernsey at Farmer Brown's
Or that last one we ridiculed and cursed
On second thought you could do worse
But if you think this thing will last
Could he learn to moo and eat our grass
Shed his antlers in the dirt
Could you persuade him to convert?"
If our anatomies did not quite fit
Would you make the best of it
Would you nuzzle up so near
And hum sweet cow tunes in my ear?
Or would you sadly break it off
When all the hillside sneered and scoffed
"You know those moose are all the same
They're lazy, they're stupid, they come from Maine"
It's true things slip a moose's mind
That cows remember all the time
Bulbous nose and knobby knees
A coat that harbors ticks and fleas
But a moose can be a handy thing
When hungry wolves come visiting
In icy gust of winter storm
Our fur is deep and dry and warm
And someday should your milk run dry
And farmer stare with baleful eye
In dead of night I'd slip your noose
And lead you home to the land of moose
If I were a moose and you were a cow
If hunters came to do me harm
Would you hide me in the barn
Would all the herd come on the run
And glare until they dropped their guns?
Might you permit a goodnight kiss
Could you learn to love wet moose lips?
If I were a moose and you were a cow
If you were a cow and I were a moose
Maandag 26 januari 1981
El Podér De Los Sueños
El Podér De Los Sueños
Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Hay una luz, en algún lugar adonde van los sueños de la humanidad
Hay una luz dentro de ti adonde van los sueños que van a venir
para volver a despertar
no te olvides: nunca dejes de soñar, nunca dejes de soñar
Hay una luz que no se ve, brilla desde adentro desde la niñez
hay una luz en algún lugar, allí donde los sueños se hacen realidad
Más allá del sol, más allá del mar, más allá del tiempo sé que hay un lugar
donde quiero ir, donde quiero estar, hoy la fantasía se hace realidad...
Zondag 25 januari 1981
If I Were A King
If I Were A King
Composer(s): Joe Bataan; Nitollano
Performer(s): Joe Bataan
If I were a king (if I were a king)
I'd tear me crown
And if I were a millionaire, oh baby (oh baby)
You'd own all that I own
Just tell me that you care
And you're going where I want to
If you say you love me (tell me you love me)
I'll give you that as ???? girl
Just whisper that you want me
And you'll be me girl
And, you can have pearls in your hand
Just as long as I'm your man
Darling, there is gonna be no rule in the whole wide world
That's gonna stop this guy from walking against you
There's gonna be no river deep enough baby
That I can't swim, to be beside you
(If I were a king ) (If I I were a king)
And if that's all to ????, I write a song to you
I'll climb the last mountain top
And shout up there that I love you, you
If I were a pet, girl
I ???? for you ?????
And if I were a poor boy, I'd offer you a toy
But, nothing's gonna stop me, yeah
To try to get next to you, oh
Just as long as I can, I'm your man
That's right darling
There"s gonna be no rule long enough in the whole wide world
That's gonna stop this guy from getting to you
Believe me, you found a king
And if all the riches and all the treasures in the whole wide world
Aren't enough to satisfy you, darling
But you can have my heart
And believe me, yes you better believe
With my heart you can go a long, long way
I'm telling you
All it's gonna take, all it's gonna take
Is for you to be my queen
Let this daddy here be your king
Zondag 25 januari 1981
El Pintor De Las Mujeres Soles
El Pintor De Las Mujeres Soles
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
El pintor de las mujeres soles
abandonado en su empecinada claridad
Hizo su último viaje ya muy solo
sobre el Atlántico
y fue sepultado cuando llegó
El pintor brilloso como la Luna
con su pelo largo con su barba culta de polvo
Escupió al cangrejo desde un dibujo
y le puso fecha a su despedida
Y siguió queriendo aunque no fue amado
ni como ser humano
Y siguió aprendiendo el camino de la soledad
en todo momento
Y se fue entre ceras alucinantes
con su pelo largo con su barba culta de polvo
Descargando gritos sobre las armas
mientras los beatos se persignaban
y el no tuvo iglesias
pero algo de altares al amor
hubo entre sus lienzos
Y en la fantasía iba platicando su viaje
hacia el universo
El pintor de las enredaderas de luz escribió
sus últimos signos con triste desesperación
Y dejó sus restos a los amigos
y dejó sus restos a los amigos
pidiéndole sólo paredes para sostenerlos
pidiéndole sólo paredes para sostenerlos
Zaterdag 24 januari 1981
If I Were A Carpenter
If I Were A Carpenter
Composer(s): Tim Hardin
First recording/First release by: Tim Hardin - 1962/1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - Si J'étais Un Charpentier
1967 - Se Io Fossi Un Falegname
1967 - Hvis Jeg Var Arbejdsløs
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade
would you still find me
carrin' the pots I made
followin' behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I'm given you my onliness
Come give your tomorrow
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me?
Answer me babe, "Yes I would
I'll put you above me"
If I were a miller
at a mill wheel grinding
would you miss your color box
and your soft shoe shining?
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Would you marry anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Zaterdag 24 januari 1981
El Perdido
El Perdido
Composer(s): Adán Moreno H.
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Se terminó el camino y no logré encontrarte
las sombras del recuerdo se agigantaron más
Y yo desesperado perdido en lo perdido
con los ojos marchitos de llorar y llorar
Te busqué entre las sombras te busqué en el pecado
te busqué entres las almas te busqué en el dolor
Y si no he de encontrarte porque tú ya no existas
que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios
Te busqué entre las sombras te busqué en el pecado
te busqué entres las almas te busqué en el dolor
Y si no he de encontrarte porque tú ya no existas
que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios
que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios
Vrijdag 23 januari 1981
Se Io Fossi Un Falegname
Se Io Fossi Un Falegname
(Adapted from: If I Were A Carpenter - 1962/1967)
Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1967
Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - Si J'étais Un Charpentier
1967 - Hvis Jeg Var Arbejdsløs
Se io fossi un falegname e tu una signora
tu credi davvero che mi vorresti ancora
avresti negli occhi la stessa dolcezza
oppure sarebbe soltanto tristezza
No non mi rispondere forse non lo sai
preferisco non crederlo non rispondermi mai
Se tu amassi un povero dimmi saresti tu
o saresti un'altra che vorrebbe di più
e quello che ti offro é importante per te
o vivi soltanto veramente per me
No non mi rispondere...
Se io fossi un falegname e tu una signora
tu credi davvero che mi vorresti ancora
avresti negli occhi la stessa dolcezza
oppure sarebbe soltanto tristezza
No non mi rispondere...
Vrijdag 23 januari 1981
El Peor De Los Caminos
El Peor De Los Caminos
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
and multiple other artists
Voy a morirme solo
sin molestar a nadie
voy a morirme lejos
cuando mi amor se acabe
Desesperadamente
sin ley y sin destino
le contare a la gente
que fuimos dos amigos
Entre mi amor y el tuyo
dentro de nuestras vidas
hay algo que aunque quiera
no puedo remediarlo
Por eso me despido
llevandome conmigo
este cariño grande
que tengo que matarlo
Voy a morirme solo
sin molestar a nadie
voy a morirme lejos
cuando mi amor se acabe
Escogere del mundo
el peor de los caminos
y le dire a la gente
que no nos conocimos
Entre mi amor y el tuyo...
(se repite)
Donderdag 22 januari 1981
If I Were A Blackbird (Ronnie Ronalde)
If I Were A Blackbird
Composer(s): Arthur Darley; Delia Murphy
Performer(s): Ronnie Ronalde
and multiple other artists
If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And pillow my head on her lily white breast
Donderdag 22 januari 1981
El Pecador
El Pecador
Composer(s): Alejandro Fuentes Roth
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists
Reconozco Señor
que soy culpable
se que fui
pecador imperdonable
Hoy te pido Señor
me vuelvas bueno
porque tengo un amor
limpio y sincero
Y si voy a seguir
siendo igual que antes fui
no la dejes venir
a llorar junto a mí
Quítame su amor
porque soy un pecador
pero a ella, pero a ella
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
De lo malo de ayer
hoy me arrepiento
es por eso que vengo
hasta tu templo
Hazme bueno Señor
te pertenezco
soy tu hijo también
y lo merezco
Y si voy a seguir
siendo igual que antes fui
no la dejes venir
a llorar junto a mí
Quítame su amor
porque soy un pecador
pero a ella, pero a ella
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
Woensdag 21 januari 1981
If I Were A Blackbird (Helen Creighton)
If I Were A Blackbird
Composer(s): Alister Armstrong; Judson Armstrong
Performer(s): Helen Creighton
I once knew a maiden, a maiden so rare
Fell in love with a sailor, a young sailor beau
She courted him dearly, by night and by day
Til at length this young sailor, he sailed far away
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
My true love is handsome in every degree
My parents despise him because he loves me
Well, let them despise him, or say what they will
While there's life in my bosom, I'll love the lad still
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
If I were a scholar, I could handle a pen
One long, loving letter unto him I'd send
I'd tell him my sorrow, my grief and my woes
If I could but find him I'd crown him with gold
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
I’m just a young sailor and my story is sad
For once I was happy and a brave sailor lad
I courted a lassie by night and by day
But now she has left me and gone far away
And pillow my head on her lily white breast
Whistle and sing, whistle and sing
I’ll follow the ship that my true love sails in
Woensdag 21 januari 1981
El Paso City
El Paso City
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Marty Robbins; David Allan Coe; Meat Puppets
From thirty thousand feet above
The desert floor, I see it there below
A city with a legend
The west Texas city of El Paso
Where long ago I heard a song
About a Texas cowboy and a girl
And a little place called Rosa's
Where he used to go and watch this beauty whirl
I don't recall who sang the song
But I recall the story that I heard
And as I look down on the city
I remember each and ev'ry word
The singer sang about a jealous cowboy
And the way he used his gun
To kill another cowboy
Then he had to leave El Paso on the run
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e
The cowboy lived and rode away
But love was strong he couldn't stay
He rode back just to die in that El Paso sand
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e
I try not to let you cross my mind
But still I find there's just a mystery
In the song that I don't understand
My mind is down there somewhere
As I fly above the badlands of New Mexico
I can't explain why I should know
The very trail he rode back to El Paso
Can it be that man can disappear
From life and live another time
And does the mystery deepen 'cause you think
That you yourself lived in that other time
Somewhere in my deepest thoughts
Familar scenes and memories unfold
These wild and unexplained emotions
That I've had so long but I have never told
Like every time I fly up thru the heavens
And I see you there below
I get the feeling sometime
In another world I lived in El Paso
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e
Could it be that I could be
The cowboy in this mystery
That died there in that desert sand so long ago
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e
A voice tells me to go and see
Another voice keeps tellin' me
Maybe death awaits me in El Paso
El Paso Cit-y
Dinsdag 20 januari 1981
If I Was The Priest
If I Was The Priest
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Allan Clarke
Well there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorway
With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine
He says "We need you up in Dodge City, son
'Cause there's oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaws)
Tryin' to work the same line"
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief
Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There's still too many outlaws
Tryin' to work the same line
Now old sweet Virgin Mary
She runs the Holy Grail saloon
Where for a nickel they'll give you whisky
And the personally blessed balloon
And the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the most
He runs the burlesque show
Where they let you in for free
But oh hit you for your soul when you go
And Mary serves Mass on Sunday
And then she sells her body on Monday
To the bootlegger who will pay the highest price
But he don't know he got stuck with a loser
Mary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozer
And she's only been made once or twice
By some kind of magic
Well things ain't been the same in Heaven
Ever since big bad Bobby came to town
He's been known to down eleven
And then ask for another round
And me I got scabs on my knees
>From kneeling way too long
I gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belong
And forget about the old friends and the old times
Because there's just too many new boys
Tryin' to work the same line
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief
Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There's still too many bad boys
Tryin' to work the same line
Now there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And Jesus, he's standing in the doorway
With his six-guns drawn, and ready to fan
He says "We need you son, up in Dodge City"
But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne
Dinsdag 20 januari 1981
El Paso
El Paso
((Dutch Version: De Derde Straat Links Op Het Nummer 15 (Wendy Van Wanten) -1996))
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
First release: Marty Robbins - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina
The girl that I loved
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the Foul Evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one
It looked like it could run
Up on its back
And away I did ride
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary
Unable to ride
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye
Maandag 19 januari 1981
If I Was A Boy
If I Was A Boy
Composer(s): James Alan Shelton
Performer(s): Eartha Kitt
If I was a boy I'd know the things a girl shouldn't know
I'd go where girls shouldn't go
So, oh so girls shouldn't, so
If I was a boy, I'd had come of age a long time ago
It would be a joy, if I was a boy
If I was a boy, I'd do so much a girl can't explain
I'd pack and catch me a train
Go out and raise me some cain
If I was a boy, there'd be some use in having a brain
It would be a joy, just to be a boy
There is such a lot a girl is got to cope with
There are times I think I'm busting at the seams
But as long as I have something left to hope with
I still have my dreams
If I was a boy, I'd have no wings like girls seem to sprout
Learn things that girls seem to doubt
Spread my activities out
If I was a boy, I'd know what all the shouting's about
It would be a joy, just to be a boy
There is such a lot a girl is got to cope with
There are times I think I'm busting at the seams
But as long as I have something left to hope with
I still have my dreams
If I was a boy, I'd have no wings like girls seem to sprout
Learn things that girls seem to doubt
Spread my small activities out
If I was a boy, I'd know what all the shouting's about
It would be a joy, just to be a boy
Doggone it, if I was only a boy, the things I wouldn't do
I'd take a trip to .....
Zondag 18 januari 1981
If I Was
If I Was
Composer(s): D. Mitchell; Midge Ure
Performer(s): Midge Ure
If I was a better man
Would fellow men take me to their hearts?
If I was a stronger man
Carrying the weight of popular demand
Tell me
would that alarm her?
I'd never harm her at all
If I was a soldier
captive arms I'd lay before her
If I was a sailor
seven oceans I'd sail to her
If I was a wiser man
Would other men reach out and touch me?
If I was a kinder man
Dishing out love for a hungry world
Tell me
would that appease her?
I want to please her again
If I was a painter
I'd paint a world that couldn't taint her
If I was a leader
On food of love from above I would feed her
If I was a poet
All my love and burning words I would show it
If I was a lover
Her eyes in kisses I would cover
Come here
my baby
oh
they can't touch you now
I'll keep you safe and warm
I'll never leave you at all
Come here
my baby
oh
they won't touch you
Dishing up love for a hungry world
tell me
would that appease you?
I want to please you again
If I was a soldier
captive arms I'd lay before her
If I was a sailor
seven oceans I'd sail to her
If I was a painter
I'd paint a world that couldn't taint her
If I was a leader
on food of love from above I would feed her
Zondag 18 januari 1981
El Organillero
El Organillero
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists
Cantando por el barrio del amor
se cansa mi organillo de llorar
se mete en las orejas su rumor
y se oye por todita la ciudad
Cantando por el barrio del amor
se cansa mi organillo de llorar
se mete en las orejas su rumor
y se oye por todita la ciudad
Ya se va el organillero con su tema juguetón
es olvido y es amor
y se aturde todo el barrio y se salta el corazón
cuando canta su canción
En sus quejas dolorosas cuántas cosas me contó
sonecito callejero, lastimero y juguetón
Ya se va el organillero nadie sabe dónde va
dónde guarda su canción
Pobrecito organillero si el manubrio se cansó
dale vuelta al corazón
Ya se va el organillero nadie sabe dónde va
donde guarda su canción
Pobrecito organillero si el manubrio se cansó
dale vuelta al corazón
Zaterdag 17 januari 1981
If I Steal A Kiss
