Dinsdag 3 maart 1981
If There Are Stars In My Eyes
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If There Are Stars In My Eyes
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Dinsdag 3 maart 1981
El Trovador De Barro Negro
El Trovador De Barro Negro
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
En el pabellón de mis juguetes
un pequeño trovador de barro negro su laúd ataca
A veces no sé dónde se mete
se hace amigo de las noches, de los perros, de las caminatas
Pero por saberse preferido vuelve a mí
con mañana y sol o con alba gris
Vuelve de las sombras de un secreto que no sé
vuelve de un quizás, vuelve de un tal vez...
Y para mi tañe el laúd
con melodía que parece azul
y para mi cuenta su viaje
y la canción se estrena un traje...
Y para mi tañe el laúd
precipitándolo como un alud
sospecho que su melodía llega de amar la poesía
Suena su versión desesperada
su versión de los misterios que lo animan
su versión del alma
Su canción de amor bate las alas
su país o su emoción llega y camina
su ilusión desarma
Y una vez que acaba la canción queda esperar
que vuelva a partir, que vuelva a llegar
Así me sorprende a ratos el amanecer
soñando que aún siempre va a volver...
Y para mi tañe el laúd
con melodía que parece azul
y para mi cuenta su viaje
y la canción se estrena un traje...
Y para mi tañe el laúd
precipitándolo como un alud
sospecho que su melodía llega de amar la poesía
Maandag 2 maart 1981
If The Whole World Stopped Lovin'
If The Whole World Stopped Lovin'
Composer(s): Ben Peters
Performer(s): Roy Drusky
and multiple other artists
Have you ever stopped to wonder
What kind of place this would be
If the whole world stopped loving
The way you stopped loving me
If every heart was broken
The way that you broke my own
And the whole world stopped loving
How long would living go on
Hear the church bells in the steeple
As they ring their song through the air
If the whole world stopped loving
There’d be no steeple bells there
The tears would fill the rivers
Till the rivers flooded the sea
If the whole world stopped loving
The way you stopped loving me
Maandag 2 maart 1981
El Tren Del Olvido
El Tren Del Olvido
Composer(s): Willy Chirino
Performer(s): Willy Chirino
Yo estaba desesperado
Aturdido y humillado
Perdido en la selva del amor
Después de su despedida
No encontraba la salida
De mi tristeza y de mi dolor
Necesitaba un pasaje
Para llevarme en un viaje
Que me sacara fuera de aquí
Ya yo estaba decidido
A montar el tren del olvido
Cambiar el rumbo y pensar en mí
Corazón herido, móntate en el tren del olvido
Si te encuentras aburrido
Si nada tiene sentido
Rompe las rejas de tu prisión
Ven y móntate conmigo
Escucha lo que te digo
Y ya verás que tengo razón
Corazón herido, móntate en el tren del olvido
Si te encuentras aburrido
Si nada tiene sentido
Rompe las rejas de tu prisión
Ven y móntate conmigo
Escucha lo que te digo
Y ya verás que tengo razón
Éste es el tren del olvido
Yo me monté y poco a poco me di cuenta
Que con el tiempo se alejaba la tormenta
Y esa carita de Cenicienta
Ya no me engaña
No quiero gente como tú
De tu calaña
¡Fuera de aquí corazón de maniquí!
Ya tu cariño lo maté
Y te digo otra vez nené:
Me extraña que siendo araña…
Te caigas de la pared
Corazón herido, móntate en el tren del olvido
Si te encuentras aburrido
Si nada tiene sentido
Rompe las rejas de tu prisión
Ven y móntate conmigo
Escucha lo que te digo
Y ya verás que tengo razón
Al compás del chacachá del tren
Éste es el tren del olvido
Para gente que el amor
Muchas penas le ha traído
Y no aguantan el dolor
Ven y móntate conmigo
Móntate y ya tú verás
Que en este tren del olvido
Tu vida te cambiará
Y pronto te olvidarás
De aquello que te atormenta
Ven conmigo y ya verás
Que el boleto está a la venta
Zondag 1 maart 1981
If The Sergeant Steals Your Rum
If The Sergeant Steals Your Rum
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind
Though he's just a blinking sot
Let him have the bloody lot
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind
Zondag 1 maart 1981
El Tren Blindado
El Tren Blindado
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
En la ciudad que posee
la isla en el centro
hay un tren
descarrilado (museo
nacional)
que los amantes
fecundan
con sabia del cuerpo
viva ese hierro vencido
por la claridad
Viva ese lecho de amor
gentes que merecen el
amor
pagarán, pagarán por
todo
porque el que merece
suele ser
el que suele tener
deber
bienaventurado ha de
ser
el que siembra para los
otros
el que en la semilla
dejara
un girón de su propio
ser
El tren blindado florece
su estampa de hierro
desde que aquella
guerrilla
le molió la cien
descarrilado por un
manotazo del pueblo
para que un hombre se
viera con una mujer
viva ese lecho de amor
Zaterdag 28 februari 1981
If The House Is Rockin'
If The House Is Rockin'
Composer(s): Gary Nicholson; Wally Wilson; Michael Henderson
Performer(s): Lee Roy Parnell; Jim Belushi
Hello baby, I'm glad you called
We got a party going on and it's a free for all
I can't quite hear you the music's so loud
Just drive this way 'til you see the crowd
The cars will be parked all up in the yard
The doorbell's busted so knock real hard
No, on second thought
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
Just step right in and let the fun begin
We got javalina sausage and crawfish stew
Tennessee whiskey and Texas barbecue
Pretty little girls that know how to dance
Doin' the aligator in their leopard skin pants
Tell everyone we're gettin' down tonight
And the only invitation is the party lights
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
Just step right in and let the fun begin
Started out as Uncle Buddy's birthday bash
Then the Angels dropped by and decided to crash
They big, but they're friendly, havin' a ball
Racin' their Harley's up and down the hall
Teachin' everyone the way to have fun
Singin' "Born to be wild" at the top of their lungs
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
Just step right in and let the fun begin
Old man came down from across the street
Sayin' ya'll gotta turn down, we can't get no sleep
We found a big band record and we started to groove
Had a few drinks and he was, in the mood
Wife came to the door poundin' and yellin'
Old man smiled, he said, "Shut up Helen"
If the house is rocking don't bother knockin'
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
If the house is rockin' don't bother knocking
Just step right in and let the fun begin
Zaterdag 28 februari 1981
El Tren
El Tren
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Y se quedó
en la estación
sin entender
por qué el amor
se va en un tren
Sin comprender
por qué su voz
tembló de ayer
cuando llegó el adiós
Ella quiso llorar
pero nadie la entendió
Ella quiso gritar
y la gente no escuchó
ella quiso querer y quedó
tan callada
en un banco de estación
Sentado él
dentro del tren
leyendo un diario
tomó un café
sin comprender
que atrás quedaba
una mujer
enamorada
que sin palabras amó
Ella quiso llorar
pero nadie la entendió
Ella quiso gritar
y la gente no escuchó
Ella quiso querer y quedó
tan callada
en un banco de estación
Vrijdag 27 februari 1981
If That Ain't Country
If That Ain't Country
Composer(s): David Allan Coe; Fred Spears
Performer(s): David Allan Coe
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the GI Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger
There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural gas if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country it'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store my oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore and he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister she left cause dad got violent and he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand and it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through hell since junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash
There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country...
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels and went back to the wild side of life
Vrijdag 27 februari 1981
El Toro
El Toro
Composer(s): Bernie Baum - Bill Giant - Florence Kaye
First recording/First release: Elvis Presley - 1963
There's a legend of a famous matador
Who went to meet El Toro
Though he fought as he had never done before
He could not beat, El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame
They said time would never heal the many scars
Brought by the great, El Toro
And the bitterness that burned deep in his heart
Caused him to hate, El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame
So one night, when no-one was on sight
The matador, went to finish the score
In the lonely fields, beneath the pale moonlight
He fought the bull... and they fought once more
When they found the matador and saw him dying
He'd never see tomorrow
Now they say that on the spot where he was lying
Still walks the proud El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame...
Donderdag 26 februari 1981
If Tears Were Gold
If Tears Were Gold
(Swedish Version: Om Tarar Vore Guld)
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
The birds sing, flowers are in bloom
Everything is just like it was before
But you're not here, though I still remember you
I can't forget that I was once your wife
How you can still miss someone!
I think of all the happy times
How can a story as beautiful as ours
Suddenly come to an end after so many years?
I would have millions if tears were gold
I can never forget you
A little argument became our parting, it was all my fault
I'll never fall in love again
I would have millions if tears were gold
Now I'm just a friend
Is there any meaning for everything that's happened?
The questions I ask get no answer
Why was fate so hard on the two of us?
Everything changed when I watched you go
I would have millions if tears were gold
I can never forget you
A little argument became our parting, it was all my fault
I'll never fall in love again
I would have millions if tears were gold
Now I'm just a friend
Donderdag 26 februari 1981
El Torero
El Torero
Performer(s): Raphael
Lejos del redondel que es un ascua de luz
Abatido y sin fe, con los brazos en cruz
Sobre el lecho olvidado muriéndose está
Por un río de sangre su vida se va
En el suelo su traje de fiesta quedó
Todo sucio de polvo, bañado en sudor
Y es mayor que su herida el inmenso dolor
De escuchar los aplausos para el vencedor
Bajo el sol de la tarde triunfal continúa la fiesta
Nadie vuelve a pensar que un valiente cayó
Y que ya nunca más con su traje de luces
Pisará el redondel derrochando valor
Nunca más sentirá los 'oles' de la gente
Ni los gritos ardientes su triunfo aclamarán
Y ya no ha de escuchar el marcial pasodoble
Que le invita a luchar y a vencer con honor
Woensdag 25 februari 1981
If Teardrops Were Pennies
If Teardrops Were Pennies
Composer(s): Carl Butler
Performer(s): Carl Smith
and multiple other artists
If teadrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
I'd have all the treasures
My pockets could hold
I'd be, oh, so wealthy
With treasure untold
If teardrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
An acre of diamonds
I'd offer to you
A solid gold mansion
An airplane or two
This whole world would be yours
To have and to hold
If teardrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
The tears that have fallen
Won't buy you a thing
The heartaches you caused me
Won't pay for a ring
The love that I wanted
Would not have grown cold
It teardrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
If teardrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
I'd have all the treasures
My pockets could hold
I'd be, oh, so wealthy
With treasure untold
If teardrops were pennies
And heartaches were gold
Woensdag 25 februari 1981
El Tiempo Está A Favor De Los Pequeños
El Tiempo Está A Favor De Los Pequeños
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
El tiempo está a favor de los pequeños
de los desnudos, de los olvidados
el tiempo está a favor de buenos sueños
y se pronuncia a golpe saturado
El Salvador y el tiempo
la suma del coraje
se han convertido en sol violento
y han emprendido claro viaje
La noche se enriquece de secretos
la oscuridad del mundo es compañera
preparadora del duro esqueleto
que deberá nacer del alba nueva
las sombras de las calles
son cómplices del día
Y por la loma y por el valle
viene quemando la alegría
Y Roque y los demás están atentos
con la absorta pupila de lo eterno
dando voces de amor a cuatro vientos
y apurando las ruinas del infierno
El Salvador desborda
las cúspides del mundo
y colosal se eleva y borda
con mi estrellas Farabundo
Dinsdag 24 februari 1981
If Swing Goes, I Go Too
If Swing Goes, I Go Too
Composer(s): Fred Astaire; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and multiple other artists
I’m all worried I’m upset
I just heard the worst news yet
Some old fogey wants to ration swing
Says your psyche won’t survive
If you dance to that jump and jive
I can’t help it if I shout and sing
They can take away my breakfast
They can take away my lunch
But there’s just one thing
That they can’t take
That’s the rhythm of the swing band bunch
I like my music
And I like it high
If I try to shake it down
Then I just wanna die
What’s this talk about waltzes
Taking the place of swing
I don’t like waltzes
If they cancel my soap operas
I’ll make it through
They can take away most anything
But if swing goes I go too
Some think rappin’ is racy
It makes them lose their minds
Me, I’ll stick with Basie
They can take away the polka
That dance I’ll never do
They can take away most anything
Anything and everything
But if swing goes I go too
Dinsdag 24 februari 1981
El Tiempo En Las Bastillas
El Tiempo En Las Bastillas
Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Dicen que el tiempo guarda en las bastillas
las cosas que el hombre olvidó
lo que nadie escribió
aquello que la historia nunca presintió
Y vuelan las gaviotas a la tierra
trayendo la vida que han robado al mar
¿ A quién le importará…?
que las gaviotas vuelen la historia del mar…
Guarda el tiempo en las bastillas
unas cuantas semillas que entrega una canción
pero hay un lugar donde el olvido floreció
Guardan polvo las bastillas
el tiempo unas semillas, quizá una canción
pero quién guardará las cosas
que no son de Dios…
Y buscan las hormigas por la tierra
migas, migas hasta hacer un pan
¿A quién le importará…?
que las hormigas miguen su propia verdad
Y nace mi canción desde el cemento
una flor que en el desierto morirá
y el canto de un zorzal
se perderá en el ruido de la gran ciudad
Guarda el tiempo en las bastillas
unas cuantas semillas que entrega una canción
pero hay un lugar donde el olvido floreció
Guardan polvo las bastillas
el tiempo unas semillas, quizá una canción
pero quién guardará las cosas que no son de Dios…
Maandag 23 februari 1981
If 6 was 9
If 6 was 9
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
(Yeah, sing a song bro'...)
If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
(Yeah)
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain't me
(Well, all right)
Got my own world to live through and uh, ha !
And I ain't gonna copy you
Yeah (sing the song brother...)
Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nine
Oh I don't mind, I don't mind uh (Well all right...)
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
Oh I don't care, oh I don't care
Dig
'Cause I've got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collar conservative flashin' down the street
Pointin' their plastic finger at me, ha!
They're hopin' soon my kind will drop and die but uh
I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high!
Oww!
Wave on, wave on...
Ah, ha, ha
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you can't dress like me
Yeah!
Don't nobody know what I'm talkin' about
I've got my own life to live
I'm the one that's gonna die when it's time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer
Maandag 23 februari 1981
El Tiempo Del Botón
El Tiempo Del Botón
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Ayer creí soñar
un sueño infernal
y el mundo terminarse
y no podía despertar
Y en un segundo vi
la tierra oscurecer
Los hombres eran niños
que lloraban sin saber
El mundo se acabó
Quién apretó el botón
Quién pudo en un momento
destruir lo que hizo Dios
Quién le puede devolver
a la tierra su color
el vuelo a las aves
y el aroma a una flor
Yo no quiero más soñar
quiero aprender a rezar
entregar mi canto
una esperanza y algo más
Y vi estatuas de sal
por toda la ciudad
Todo lo que era vida
ya sin vida ahora está
De pronto desperté
y pude comprobar
Que todo fue un sueño
que nunca debí soñar
El mundo gira igual
nadie apretó el botón
Aún tengo mi canto
una esperanza y tengo a Dios
Quién le puede devolver
a la Tierra su color
el vuelo a las aves
y el aroma a una flor
Yo no quiero más soñar
quiero aprender a rezar
entregar mi canto
una esperanza y algo más
y pensar que todo
depende de un botón
en el tiempo del botón
Zondag 22 februari 1981
If She Should Come To You
If She Should Come To You
(La Montaña)
Composer(s): Augusto Algueró; Georges Moreau; Alec Wilder
Performer(s): Anthony Newley; Matt Monro
If she should come to you, be gentle
For she is very very shy
Don’t act unsentimental
She won’t want to stay then
She’ll run far away then
If she should come to you, remember
That she’ll believe your every word
And if she trusts you, she will give you her heart
So remember, if she comes to you
She is fashioned from everything magic
Miraculous, marvellous love
Without her your world would be tragic
There’d be nothing but grieving
No laughter, or joy, or believing
If she should come to you, be tender
You must take care or love will die
So understand her and befriend her
Take my word, you must always defend her
Then when she comes to you
I’m certain she will stay
Zondag 22 februari 1981