Zaterdag 11 december 1982
I'm Waiting For The Man
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I'm Waiting For The Man
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Zaterdag 11 december 1982
A Winter's Tale
A Winter's Tale
Composer(s): Mike Batt; Tim Rice
Performer(s): David Essex;
Michael Ball; Foster & Allen
The nights are colder now
Maybe I should close the door
And anyway the snow has covered all your footsteps
I can follow you no more
The fire still burns at night
My memories are warm and clear
But everybody knows it's hard to be alone
At this time of year
It was only a winter's tale
Just another winter's tale
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that's failed
It's a love that could never be
Though it meant a lot to you and me
On a world wide scale
It's just another winter's tale
Why I stand alone
A bell is ringing far away
I wonder if you hear
I wonder if you're listening
I wonder where you are today
Good luck I wish you well
For all that wishes may be worth
I hope that love and strength
Are with you for the length of your time on earth
It was only a winter's tale
Just another winter's tale
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that's failed
It's a love that could never be
Though it meant a lot to you and me
On a world wide scale
It's just another winter's tale
Vrijdag 10 december 1982
I'm Waiting For Ships That Never Come In
I'm Waiting For Ships That Never Come In
Composer(s): Jack Yellen; Abe Olman
Performer(s): Art Gilham
and multiple other artists
I'm waiting for ships that never come in
I wonder where they can be...
Life is only a game of poker
And "happiness" is the pot
Fate deals you five cards in the cradle
And you play, whether you like it or not
Some get a pat hand to start with
And the game doesn't seem on the square
When you look at your hand and discover
You were born without even a pair
But there's no use in kicking or squawking
Just pick up your cards and begin
To figure and plan and puzzle
While Fate looks on with a grin
Some take a chance at bluffing
And stake everything they've got
On a dinky little four-flush
And, sometimes, it wins the pot
Others will break up openers
To draw for a middle straight
They know what a chance they're taking
And they learn their mistake too late
Some can't help playing crooked
Against all good advice
But they seldom get away with it
And in the end, they'll pay the price
The most of us play straight poker
But I tell you, boys, it's hard
When you're there with both ends open
And you can't draw the winning card
Now I've always been a loser
It seems that I never can win
And I'm just a dreamer who's
Waiting for ships that never come in
I wonder where they can be
Vrijdag 10 december 1982
A Warm Little Home On A Hill
A Warm Little Home On A Hill
Composer(s): Ron Miller; Bryan Wells
Performer(s): Stevie Wonder
There's a warm little home on a hill
And the presents are hiding somewhere
And the world is so peaceful and still
You can almost hear love in the air
There's a blanket of snow on the ground
And a bright little star in the sky
And your heart knows that Santa is near
By the twinkle in everyone's eye
There's gift bringing and bells ringing
And warm little feet by the fire
There are kids playing and folks praying
And somewhere the sound of a choir
There's two people that never will part
And two stockings we still have to fill
There's a warm little place in my heart
For our warm little home on the hill
Donderdag 9 december 1982
I'm Using My Bible For A Roadmap
I'm Using My Bible For A Roadmap
Composer(s): Don Reno; Charles Schroeder
Performer(s): Reno & Smiley
and multiple other artists
There'll be no detours in heaven
No rough roads along the way
I'm using my Bible for a roadmap
My last stop is heaven some sweet day
I'm using my Bible for a roadmap
The Ten Commandments they tell me what to do
The twelve disciples are my road signs
And Jesus will take me safely through
There'll be no detours in heaven
No rough roads along the way
I'm using my Bible for a roadmap
My last stop is heaven some sweet day
I'm using my Bible for a roadmap
The children of Israel used it too
They crossed the Red Sea of destruction
For God was there to see them through
There'll be no detours in heaven
No rough roads along the way
I'm using my Bible for a roadmap
My last stop is heaven some sweet day
Donderdag 9 december 1982
A Visit From St. Nicholas
A Visit From St. Nicholas
Composer(s): Clement C. Moore
Performer(s): David Timson
Down the chimney St.Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf -
And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
Woensdag 8 december 1982
I'm Tying The Leaves (So They Won't Come Down)
I'm Tying The Leaves (So They Won't Come Down)
Composer(s): E.S.S. Huntingdon; J. Fred Helf
Performer(s): Grandpa Jones
Playmates were they, girl and lad
She's home today, lad feels sad
Doctor, he called, whispered low
"When the first autumn leaves fall, then she must go"
Lad, with a tear, climbs a tree
"I'll keep her here" murmurs he
Big man in blue sternly cries
"What are you doing there?" Lad replies
"I'm tying the leaves so they won't come down
So the wind won't blow them away
For the best little girl in the whole wide world
Is lying so ill today
Her young life must go when the first leaves fall
I'm fixing them tight so they'll stay
I'm tying the leaves so they won't come down
So Nellie won't go away"
Sad mother grieves, day by day
Watching the leaves, hears boy say
"You mustn't cry, for, you see
I've tied all the leaves fast up on the tree"
Doctor brings joy one sad day
Mother tells boy: "Nell will stay"
Lad at girl's side, cries with glee
"That's what I said one day in the tree
"I'm tying the leaves so they won't come down
So the wind won't blow them away
For the best little girl in the whole wide world
Is lying so ill today
Her young life must go when the first leaves fall
I'm fixing them tight so they'll stay
I'm tying the leaves so they won't come down
So Nellie won't go away"
Woensdag 8 december 1982
A Virgin Most Pure
A Virgin Most Pure
(Traditional)
A virgin most pure, as the Prophets do tell
Hath brought forth a Babe, as it hath befell
To be our Redeemer from death, hell and sin
Which Adam’s transgression hath wrapt us all in
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
At Bethlehem city, in Jury it was
Where Joseph and Mary together did pass
And there to be taxed, with many one more
For Cæsar commanded the same should be so
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
But, when they had entered the city so far
The number of people so mighty was there
That Joseph and Mary, whose substance was small
Could get in the city no lodging at all
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
Then were they constrained in a stable to lie
Where oxen and asses they used to tie
Their lodging so simple, they held it no scorn
But against the next morning our Savior was born
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
The King of all glory to this world being brought
Small store of fine linen to wrap him was sought
When Mary had swaddled her young Son so sweet
Within an ox manger she laid Him to sleep
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
Then God sent an Angel from heaven so high
To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie
And bid them no longer in sorrow to stay
Because that our Saviour was born on this day
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
Then presently after, the Shepherds did spy
A number of Angels appear in the sky
Who joyfully talked and sweetly did sing
To God be all glory, our Heavenly King
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
Three certain Wise Princes, they thought it most meet
To lay their rich offerings at our Saviour’s feet
Then the Shepherds consented, and to Bethlehem did go
And when they came thither, they found it was so
Rejoice and be merry, set sorrow aside
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide
Dinsdag 7 december 1982
I'm Tore Down
I'm Tore Down
Composer(s): Sonny Thompson
First release by: Freddie King - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
Well I went to the river, to jump in
My baby showed up and said, "I will tell you when"
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
I love you baby with all my heart an' soul
A love like mine will never grow old
I love you in the morning and in the evening too
But ev'rytime you leave me I get mad with you
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
I love you baby with all my might
A love like mine is out a sight
I'll lie for you if you want me to
I really don't believe your love is true
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this when my baby can't be found
Well I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground
Well I'm tore down, 'm almost level with the ground
Well I feel like this, when my baby can't be found
Dinsdag 7 december 1982
A Very Private Christmas
A Very Private Christmas
(French Version: Noël À Paris)
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Dee Shipman
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Wiener Symphoniker
It's Christmas, Mary
Fairy lights are on the tree
It's Christmas, Mary
Dark and deep, the world asleep is set
For you and me
It's Christmas, Mary
It's Christmas Eve, I can't believe
The year has flown
Let's have a very private Christmas Evening
On our own
It's Christmas, Mary
Carefree moments can be bliss
It's Christmas, Mary
Here below the mistletoe
We two can slowly kiss
It's Christmas, Mary
This is our chance to touch and dance
While we're alone
And have a very private Christmas Evening
On our own
The children will be wide awake tomorrow
With noise, and toys, and snowmen dressed in white
For now let's just forget about tomorrow
Let's concentrate on you and me
Tonight
It's Christmas, Mary
Merry Christmas, I love you
It's Christmas, Mary
Dear, it's late, why hesitate
When nights like these are few
It's Chrismas, Mary
Why should we wait to celebrate
As lovers do
Let's have a very private Christmas Evening
Just for two
Maandag 6 december 1982
I'm Too Young To Marry
I'm Too Young To Marry
Composer(s): Jimmie Driftwood
Performer(s): Jimmie Driftwood; Wolfe Bros.
I had a gal from Arkansas
Who had a lot of pride
And when I met her Pa and Ma
Oh goodness, how alike
A purty gal from Tennessee
Sat down upon my lap
And when she started kissing me
I hollered fer my Pap
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
I wouldn't have a married girl
I'll tell you the reason why
I'd be afraid she'd take a whirl
With some good lookin' guy
And I wouldn't have a single gal
It's very plain to see
I cannot find a single gal
Who hankers after me
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
I found a gal with lots of buzz
And very much alive
And when I asked how old she was
She answered, "Ninety-five"
I told her I would be her boss
And started in her door
She said, "Get out, you crazy hoss
You're only ninety-four"
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
Some day I'm gonna settle down
With some sweet Katie dear
And teach my boys to run around
Just like their Daddy did
Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry
Maandag 6 december 1982
A Star Is Born
A Star Is Born
Composer(s): Paul Brandt
Performer(s): Paul Brandt
Christmas time again
The perfect end
To a not-so-perfect year
At last it's here
Hustle bustle to and fro
From store to store, to get one more
Of whatever is in style this year
On the marquis sign at 5 and 9
The latest movie shows, and it starts to snow
Children look into the sky
To see if reindeer really fly, who knows
But when it comes down to this season
Above it all there's still a reason
To just look up
A star is born tonight
Come to make things right
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonite
Silent holy night, Heaven's sacred light
Shines all around and joy resounds
In manger hay the baby Jesus came to seek
And save the lost until they're found
Peace on earth, a new beginning
He's the gift that keeps on giving
To all of us
A star is born tonight
Come to make things right
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonite
Glory hallelujah, glory to the King of Kings
Merry Christmas to you all the joy the season brings
Angels singing, anthems ringing
Glory to the King
A star is born tonight
Zondag 5 december 1982
I'm Too Blue To Worry Over You
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
There ain’t no use to worry
And there ain’t no use to cry
I know that you won’t change now until the day you die
And I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
You said you’d always love me
You swore you’d be my own
But now it’s plain to see you’ve been cheating all along
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Your clothes, you got ‘em packed
So head right that door
And it ain’t gonna be like it was that time before
Cause I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Ah get blue Jimmy
Ah get low down son
You know I really loved you
I tried to treat you fair
But all you ever gave me is the silver in my hair
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
They say there’s lots of woman
With hearts as pure as gold
But there just as hard to find as heat is when it’s cold
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Now babe you’ve had your fun
Someday you’ll shed the tears
I know you that you’ll come crawling back But hone I won’t be here
Because I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You
Zondag 5 december 1982
A Spaceman Came Travelling
A Spaceman Came Travelling
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
and multiple other artists
A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar
'twas light years of time since his mission did start
And over a village he halted his craft
And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star...
He followed a light and came down to a shed
Where a mother and a child were lying there on a bed
A bright light of silver shone round his head
And he had the face of an angel, and they were afraid...
Then the stranger spoke, he said 'Do not fear
I come from a planet a long way from here
And I bring a message for mankind to hear'
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air...
And it went la, la...
Peace and goodwill to all men, and love for the child...
This lovely music went trembling through the ground
And many were wakened on hearing that sound
And travellers on the road, the village they found
By the light of that ship in the sky, which shone all round...
And just before dawn at the paling of the sky
The stranger returned and said 'Now I must fly
When two thousand years of your time has gone by
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...'
And it went la la...
This song will begin once again
to a baby's cry...
And it goes la la...
Peace and goodwill to all men
and love for the child...
Oh the whole world is waiting, waiting to hear that song again
There are thousands standing on the edge of the world
And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...
Zaterdag 4 december 1982
I'm Tired (Webb Pierce)
I'm Tired
Composer(s): Buck Peddy; Ray Price; Mel Tillis
Performer(s): Webb Pierce
and multiple other artists
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Standing on the corner of a busy street
I'm looking for your face in every crowd I see
Checking every honky tonk in this town
I'm trying to find the places that you hang around
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
I've been waiting on you baby night and day
I'm wondering if your love will ever come my way
My times running out and I'm slowing down
I'm tired of being just another hang around
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
There ain't no happiness in anything I do
I find myself so lonely when I'm not with you
What makes you just the kind of girl a guy will love
You got so many others that your thinking of
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way
Zaterdag 4 december 1982
A Soalin'
A Soalin'
Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti, Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Fred Penner
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey Ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
we wish you ten times more
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace..
This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Vrijdag 3 december 1982
I'm Tired (Savoy Brown)
I'm Tired
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown
I'm tired of being a fool
And my mind going from hot to cool
And trying to conform to others ideas
And someone else's rules
The life I'm living ain't mine
I'm supposed to feel that's fine
I didn't make the world I'm living in
And I ain't gonna toe the line
I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same
And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me
I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same
And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me
You'll have the blues not me
Vrijdag 3 december 1982
A Sailor's Christmas
A Sailor's Christmas
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Roger Guth
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight and true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand
(Chorus)
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast and shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune
(Chorus)
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
Donderdag 2 december 1982
Im Tiefen Keller
Im Tiefen Keller
Composer(s): Ludwig Fischer; Karl Müchler
Performer(s): Ivan Rebroff; Letzenbergstare
Im tiefen Keller sitz' ich hier
Bei einem Faß voll Reben
Bin frohen Mut's und lasse mir
Vom Allerbesten geben
Der Küfer holt mir gleich 'ne neue Flasche vor
Gehorsam meinem Winke
Füllt mir das Glas
Ich hielt's empor
Und trinke, trinke, trinke
Mich plagt ein Dämon, Durst genannt
Und um ihn zu verscheuchen
Neh'm ich mein großes Glas zur Hand
Und lass mir Wodka reichen
Die ganze Welt, na ja, erscheint mir nun
In rosaroter Schminke
Ich könnte keinem böses tun
Wenn ich trinke, trinke, trinke!
Donderdag 2 december 1982
Redneck Christmas
