Donderdag 28 juli 1983
Invisible Tears
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Invisible Tears
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Donderdag 28 juli 1983
New York Mining Disaster 1941
New York Mining Disaster 1941
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees;
In the event of something happening to me
there is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
or have they given up and all gone home to bed
thinking those who once existed must be dead
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
In the event of something happening to me
there is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Hvae you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
Woensdag 27 juli 1983
Invisible
Invisible
(A John y Paul)
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Si yo tuviera
el aro de Giges
y le pidiera
desaparecer
sólo lo haría
para camuflarme
de algunos espías
que no quiero ver
Nunca sería
para sorprenderte
bebiendo de otras ambrosías
me excita más la alevosía
brutal de no verte
cuándo no eres mía...
Ay, si pudiera ser
si pudiera ser...
invisible
invisible amor
Si me tomara
la mezcla de Griffin
y me esfumara
para no volver
sólo lo haría
para liberarme
de mi biografía
sin dejar de ser
E intentaría
que mi transparencia
fundiese
con su anatomía
y ya entrados en herejías
tu concupiscencia
me reencarnaría...
Ay, si pudiera ser...
Si fuera el gato
burlón de Cheshire
haría un trato
con mi creador
no sonreiría
jamás si consigue
que Alicia sonría
entre tanto horror
Entregaría
al rey mi cabeza
incluso mi cuerpo invisible
si a cambio no fuera posible
jamás tu tristeza
tu melancolía
Ay, si pudiera ser...
Woensdag 27 juli 1983
New York Juillet
New York Juillet
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
New York Juillet, chaleur épaisse
Sueur, poussière et paresse
Odeur de brûlé et de graisse
Couleur, néon fluor
Trois heures AM, deux blocs à l'est
Sax ténor, sur une fenêtre
Le son est noir et bleu comme la nuit
Musique en rouge et or
New York Juillet dans tes narines
Silence glacé? Cocaïne
Chambre inconnue, miroirs, caresses
Odeurs, poppers and sex
New York Juillet, mes mains qui glissent
Tequila fraîche, sur tes cuisses
Trois mots tapés sur la machine
Tee-shirt trempé gazoline
Adolescentes, en roller skates
Funky music, à fond la caisse
Training moulant, longues chaussettes
Ambiance dorée, paillettes
Paupières bleues des filles pâles
CB GB dans un râle
Harley surchauffée, shadows
Blousons de cuir poussière
New York Juillet, brûlés d'Afrique
Jusqu'à la 125e street
Range ses bijoux et puis s'endort
Cinq heures tout près du port
Un taxi jaune, la fumée bleue
Sax ténor, bien vitreux
La Liberté saigne en vitrine
Statue, couronne d'épines
La Liberté saigne en vitrine
Statue, couronne d'épines
New York Juillet...
New York Juillet...
Dinsdag 26 juli 1983
Invincible (Pat Benatar)
Invincible
Composer(s): Holly Knight; Simon Climie
Performer(s): Pat Benatar
This bloody road remains a mystery
This sudden darkness fills the air
What are we waiting for?
Won't anybody help us?
What are we waiting for?
We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
This shattered dream you cannot justify
We're gonna scream until we're satisified
What are we running for?
We've got the right to be angry
What are we running for?
When there's no where we can run to anymore
We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
Won't anybody help us?
What are we running for?
When there's no where, no where we can run to anymore
We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
Dinsdag 26 juli 1983
New York Groove
New York Groove
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Kiss;
and various other artists
It's been a year since I was here
On the street I'm just passing my time away
To the left and to the right a town of stone grows to the sky
And it's out of sight in a fading light here I am again in the city
With a fist full of dollars and baby you gotta believe
I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.
In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by my side
Tell you where I'll be stop at third and forty tree
Dance into the night
it's gonna be ectasy
This day was made for me
I feel so good tonight who cares about tomorrow.
I'm back
back in the New York groove ...
Maandag 25 juli 1983
Inverno '60
Inverno '60
Performer(s): Francesco Guccini
Le nove di sera, domenica sera d'inverno
fa freddo, c'è nebbia
in fondo alla strada s'è accesa l'insegna
"Blue Garden: si balla"
Qualcuno ha già aperto le grandi vetrate d'ingresso
canterà Baby Silver
qualcuno giù in sala accenna sul piano un motivo di blues...
Si veste un cameriere, è domenica sera
si annoda un orchestrale la cravatta in seta nera
e indossa il capo orchestra la giacca in lamè blu...
Nel bar di luci e specchi col ghiaccio dentro ai secchi
c' è un giovane invecchiato che non sorride più....
Le dieci di sera, domenica sera d'inverno
che gocciola fumo
ma dentro alla sala il caldo dimentica
il resto del mondo...
L'orchestra ha finito un brano dal ritmo latino
" Cuban cha-cha-cha"
singhiozza il clarino seguendo il ricamo di note in "Stardust"...
Bisogna divertirsi, è domenica sera
c'è da dimenticare la noia pesa e nera
c'è da dimenticare la favole che fu...
Potere dire "vivo! " sull'onda d'un motivo
stringendosi una donna che non si vedrà più...
E' l'una passata, domenica sera d'inverno
ormai lunedì
persone che sciamano macchiano il buio di risa
e rimpianti
l'insegna violenta i visi che mordono freddo
di atroce blu-neon
poi a un tratto si spegne e non resta che il suono dell'oscurità...
C'è da ricominciare un'altra settimana
strascinando nei giorni l'attesa quotidiana
scordando e stemperando la tua precarietà...
La notte sale adagio, la strada è di un randagio
che annusa i suoi fantasmi e abbaia alla città...
Maandag 25 juli 1983
New York City Serenade
New York City Serenade
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Pete Yorn
Billy he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
As she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down
Broadway and come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh fish lady
She baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys
They ain't got no money
And they're so easy
I said "Hey, baby
Won't you take my hand
Walk with me down Broadway
Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway"
I'm a young man, I talk it real loud
Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you
Ah so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away your city life
Hook up to the train
And hook up to the night train
Hook it up
Hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin'
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley
He's singin', singin', singin', singin'
Zondag 24 juli 1983
Inventi
Inventi
Composer(s): Renato Zero; Filistrucchi; Conrado
Performer(s): Renato Zero
Inventi le mie forme, lo stile
è quello tuo...pose per ore
davanti a te, mi dipingi di sole
anche se non c'è: a un tratto
trovo me!
Inventi quei colori
le ombre su di me
Poi, chiudo
gli occhi sul nome mio, quel che
inventi lo sogni, son sempre io
mi sento dentro te!
Poi, mi scopro
lì a volare il cielo su di me, mentre
la mia mano cerca te
Arrossisci
un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi
via. ...
Inventi la poesia!
Inventi quella luce ma sono
gli occhi miei!
Mentre ti guardo
io non so più dove finisco io e
cominci tu, il sogno, la realtà
Ogni volta io rinasco nei pensieri
tuoi, colorato e folle più che mai
Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più
mandarmi via
Inventi la poesia!
Inventi la poesia!
Zondag 24 juli 1983
New York City Rhythm
New York City Rhythm
Composer(s): Marty Panzer; Barry Manilow
Performer(s): Barry Manilow
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so bad
You know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm running though life (city rhythm)
The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When I'm out (city rhythm) for love or sin (oo)
Oh, it's good to be in town
In the funky (city rhythm) dives on the old west side (oo)
There's always something going down
Yes, I live my life with strangers
And the danger's always there
But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play
You know that I don't care
It's the New York City rhythm running through my life (city rhythm)
The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm)
(Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York,
Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York,
Nueva York, Nueva York Ooh!)
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
Zaterdag 23 juli 1983
Inventaire 71
Inventaire 71
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Delpech; Roland Vincent
Performer(s): Michel Delpech
Un mini-short, une Nana kitsch
Un débardeur, et un Sapritch
Une Mamy Blue, des Sexy-shops un p'tit peu partout
Un carré bleu sur les pare-brises
Un Sapporo, des vieux Baltard
Un Jésus-Christ en superstar
Un faux Chaban, un vrai Luron
Gérard Nicoud au violon
Et Giscard à l'accordéon
Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça
Et puis malgré tout ça
Quand je t'ai rencontré
Il y a eu autre chose
Et tu as peint pour moi
Cette année toute en rose
Oui toi, oui toi
Des Bidasses en folie, une guerre au Bengale
Un abbé défroqué pour une Love Story
Une voiture sur la lune, un dollar pour une thune
Une crise de la presse
Un JJSS
Une French Connection
Un Pompidou-Nixon
Un Maumau qui s'en va, un Charlot qui revient
Un Persépolis, un putsch marocain
Une grève de la police, un Ping-Pong à Pékin
Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça
Et puis malgré tout ça
Quand je t'ai rencontré
Il y a eu autre chose
Et tu as peint pour moi
Cette année toute en rose
Oui toi, oui toi
Mon p'tit raton-laveur
Zaterdag 23 juli 1983
New York City Blues (The Yardbirds)
New York City Blues
Composer(s): Keith Relf; Chris Dreja
Performer(s): The Yardbirds;
and various other artists
If you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about
Yes you do
Well, if you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about
They got such pretty little girls in that big town
Make a man wanna jump around and shout
I met a little girl there
She was about five foot eight
I said "I want you to love me"
She said "Why man, that'd be great"
So
I got long hair but
She took me back
Back to see her pad
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there
Was a big black shiny shotgun
In the hands of her dad
Alright now, this is how it was
Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson
Such a long time ago
Next little woman that I date
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes
Mister, this song is just for you
Vrijdag 22 juli 1983
Invaders
Invaders
Composer(s): Steve Harris
First release by: Iron Maiden - 1982
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun
Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground
They're coming in from the sea
they've come the enemy
beneath the blazing sun
the battle has to be won
Invaders ... Pillaging
Invaders ... Looting
Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland
Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand
The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone
They're coming over the hill
they've come to attack
they're coming in for the kill
there's no turning back
Invaders ... Fighting
Invaders ... Marauding
Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end
The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen
You'd better scatter and run
the battle's lost and not won
you'd better get away to fight another day
Invaders ... Raping
Invaders ... Plundering
Vrijdag 22 juli 1983
New York City Blues (Neil Sedaka)
New York City Blues
Composer(s): Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Life and death in an alleyway
Just a heartbeat away from a man
Who's learned to turn his head away
From the pain that drains the land
Harlem's not too far from here
You can smell the garbage, feel the fear
I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there
As if we didn't need the extra air
(Chorus)
New York City blues
In order to win, you gotta lose
Old before your time
The dirt and the grime
Get into everything
And the papers love to say
It's the meanest town in the USA
But I think it's okay
It's the town I've made my home
On another side of Park Avenue
Respectable folks don't know
Hungry eyes take in the view
Of the world that lays them low
Too many years on a welfare line
The old song and dance, time after time
You can only get so pushed around
Until you wanna tear the damn thing down
(Repeat chorus twice)
Donderdag 21 juli 1983
Intruder
Intruder
Composer(s): Janis Joplin
Performer(s): Janis Joplin
You come around here
Trying to make your demand
You've got a need, darling
I've seen it grow and expand
Yeah, you want to reveal my life
With your own two hands
Well, tell me now
What are you trying to do?
Those holes in your life
Show what you require
You're needin' new eyes
Oh Lord, honey take any wire?
Yeah you've gotta save us all
Before the next big fire
Tell me now
What are you trying to do?
Walked in my life
Child, and I don't even know your name
You put others around behind ya
As if they were lame
You insist a simple feeling
Will be all the same
Well, tell me now
What are you trying to do?
Now I look like I'm suffering
Now I'm doing fine
One look at yourself baby
Child, I got you alive
Yeah, you're gonna take care of yours
I'll take care of mine
What are you trying to do?
Hey!
Donderdag 21 juli 1983
New York 85
New York 85
Composer(s): Nino Ferrer
Performer(s): Nino Ferrer
Pendant que tu voles sur l'Atlantique
Vers les Etats-Unis d'Amérique
Moi, je suis vautré dans un bar
Pour y noyer ce vieux cafard
Qui me remplit de haut en bas
A chaque fois que tu n'es pas là
Et je nage dans le Blue Lagoon
Le Whisky pur, le Manhattan
Et je te vois marcher toute nue
Dans la 5e Avenue
Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid
Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
Des heures que tu ne m'appelles pas
Et que le temps ne s'écoule pas
Comme si c'était une mélasse
Et tu t'éloignes et je me lasse
Et mon intolérable angoisse
N'est qu'une péripétie de plus
Je me sens vieux, tu n'es qu'une p'tite conne
Mais je t'aimais comme personne
Et je te vois marcher toute nue
Dans la 5e Avenue
Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid
Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
Woensdag 20 juli 1983
Introdução Para A Turma Do Funil
Introdução Para A Turma Do Funil
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quando é tão densa a fumaça
Que o tempo não passa
E a porta do bar já fechou
Quando ninguém mais tem dono
O garçom tá com sono
E a primeira edição circulou
Quando não há mais saudade, nem felicidade
Nem sede, nem nada, nem dor
Quando não tem mais cadeira
Tomo um besteira de pé no balcão
Eis que da porta do fundo
Do oco do mundo
Desponta o cordão
Chegou a turma do funil ...
Woensdag 20 juli 1983
New Virginia
New Virginia
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Je te connais
Tu as ton toit
Un tas d'amour
De rien
Un tas de n'importe quoi
Un tas de mystères
De cheveux, de chevaux
Pas de bois
De paysages labourés
De pierres bien entassées
Un tas de souvenirs
Si petit, si frais
Je te connais
Tu as ton toit
Et je veux vivre là
Dinsdag 19 juli 1983
Intoxiqué
Intoxiqué
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gaby Wagenheim
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis
Sans espoir tu es partie
Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie
Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi
Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie
Sans espoir tu es partie
Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier
Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même
Comment cesser de t'aimer
Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis
Sans rancoeur ni haine
Sans remords ni peine
Sans retour tu es partie
Et toutes mes nuits son privée de sommeil
Et mes jours sont trop longs sans espoir de soleil
Je me sens perdu entouré de passé
Car le monde entier semble m'abandonner
C'est comme une drogue qui manque à ma joie
Car je suis intoxiqué de toi
Toi toi toi toi
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis
Sans espoir tu es partie
Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie
Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi
Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie
Sans espoir tu es partie
Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier
Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même
Comment cesser de t'aimer
Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis
Sans rancoeur ni haine
Sans remords ni peine
Sans retour tu es partie
Ma tête est intoxiquée, mes yeux sont intoxiqués
Ma bouche est intoxiquée, mon coeur est intoxiqué
Mes bras sont intoxiqués, mon corps est intoxiqué
Mon âme est intoxiquée, ma vie est intoxiquée
Tout en moi tu vois, est intoxiqué de toi
Dinsdag 19 juli 1983
New Spanish Two-Step
