Zondag 28 augustus 1983
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Zondag 28 augustus 1983
Nice 'N' Easy
Nice 'N' Easy
Composer(s): Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman; Lew Spence
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
Let's take it nice and easy
It's gonna be so easy
For us to fall in love
Hey baby what's your hurry
Relax and don't you worry
We're gonna fall in love
We're on the road to romance - that's safe to say
But let's make all the stops along the way
The problem now of course is
To simply hold your horses
To rush would be a crime
'Cause nice and easy does it every time
Zaterdag 27 augustus 1983
Irish Heartbeat
Irish Heartbeat
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh won’t you stay
Stay a while with your own ones
Don’t ever stray
Stray so far from your own ones
’cause the world is so cold
Dont care nothing for your soul
That you share with your own ones
Don’t rush away
Rush away from your own ones
Just one more day
One more day with your own ones
’cause the world is so cold
Don’t care nothing bout your soul
That you share with your own ones
There’s a stranger
And he’s standing at your door
Might be your best friend, might be your brother
You may never know
I’m going back
Going back to my own ones
Come back to talk
Talk a while with my own ones
’cause the world is so cold
Don’t care nothing ’bout your soul
You share with your own ones
Oh won’t you stay
One more day with your own ones
Don’t rush away
Rush away from your own ones
This old world is so cold
Don’t care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones
Zaterdag 27 augustus 1983
Nice In Nice
Nice In Nice
Composer(s): The Stranglers
Performer(s): The Stranglers
Just look at that girl
She knows the world owes her something
And she's alright
Just look at that girl
She knows she's got that something
And she's alright
She's got diamond rings from her dad
She's got fancy things from her dad
All the world wants this lady
All the world wants her
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
Just look at that girl
She owns the ground she walks on
And she'll walk all over you
Just look at that girl
She smiles and breaks your heart
There's nothing you can do
She's got diamond rings from her dad
She's got fancy things from her dad
All the world wants my baby
All the world wants her
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
Don't tell me lies
You can't support
I wouldn't believe you
I wouldn't believe at all
Even if I saw
Just look at that girl
Where once she wore leather jackets
Now she's wearing furs
Just look at that girl
She walks around owning everything
That's not even hers
She's got diamond rings from her dad
She's got fancy things from her dad
All the world wants my baby
All the world wants her
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
So nice in Nice, so nice and neat
She walks straight ahead
And walks all over you
She smiles and breaks you heart
But that's OK
Vrijdag 26 augustus 1983
Irish Free State
Irish Free State
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
I went to see David, to London to David
I went to see David, and what did he do?
He gave me a Free State, a nice little Free State
A Free State that's bound up with Red, White and Blue
I brought it to Dublin to show to Dail Eirann
I brought it to Dublin, and what did they do?
They asked me what kind of a thing was a Free State
A Free State that's tied up with Red, White and Blue
"Three quarters of Ireland a nation," I told them
"Tied on to the Empire with Red, White and Blue
And an oath they must swear to King George and Queen Mary
An oath they must swear to the son-in-law new
I'm teaching them Irish and painting their boxes
All over with green, sure, what more can I do?
Yet they tell me they want just an Irish Republic
Without any trimmings of Red, White and Blue!
Vrijdag 26 augustus 1983
Nicaragua
Nicaragua
Composer(s): Christian Gaubert; Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Nicaragua c'est Managua, la ville
Il reste encore une rafale, un signe
Une blessure sur le futur, fragile
Palais déserts, des aigles en pierre se signent
Quand la mémoire écrit l'histoire latine
Nicaragua
Vivre là, survivre là, aimer là
Sans trop savoir si c'est possible
De vivre là, survivre là, rester là
Presque en exil, comme sur une île
Matagualpa, Nicaragua, la ville
Aigles penchés sur des statues civiles
Un ciel tendu comme un tissu, fragile
Dans la sierra c'est la contra servile
Musique FM contre kalas latines
Nicaragua
Vivre là, survivre là, dormir là
Sur la fissure, sans être sûr
De vivre encore, survivre encore, aimer encore
La liberté jusqu'à la mort
Si c'est possible
Donderdag 25 augustus 1983
Anything Can Happen On Halloween
Anything Can Happen On Halloween
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Don Black
Performer(s): Tim Curry
It’s great to be here, with you young witches, on this fabulous night!
Remember Gills, show the world, let them know it’s Halloween
Hit it!
Curry Wurst:
I wouldn’t change places
With anyone tonight
We’ll carve pumpkin faces
And watch the witches flight
Every human heart will shudder
Every soul will shake with fear
Tonight, the creepiest
Tonight, the scariest
Tonight, the most wonderful night
ahhhhhhhhf the year
Anything can happen on Halloween
Your dog could turn into a cat
There may be a toad in your bass guitar
Or your sister could turn into a bat
Christmas time brings the snow
Summer time brings the sun
But on Halloween your blood begins to run
Something’s funky going down now*
Curry Wurst:
Anything can happen on Halloween
It’s better than a video
Gremlins gonna mess up every cassette
From London to Idaho
April first can be fun
New Year’s Eve is a bore
But on Halloween your flesh begins to crawl
Oh, I’m losing control
Anything can happen on Halloween
Your toenails grow long and your hair turns green
Your teacher could become a sardine
Your dentist could turn into a queen
Has anybody seen my tambourine
I may start playing
Begin the begin
The craziest night you’ve ever seen
This hairy, scary, creepy, crawly, Halloween
Donderdag 25 augustus 1983
Nicanor
Nicanor
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Onde andará Nicanor?
Tinha mãos de jardineiro
Quando tratava de amor
Há tanta moça na espera
Suas gentis primaveras
Um desperdício de flor
Onde andará Nicanor?
Tinha amor pro porto inteiro
Um peito de remador
Ah, quem me dera as morenas
Pra consolar suas penas
Para abrandar seucalor
Olha elas sempre aflitas
Bata o vento ou caia chuva
Cada uma mais bonita
E mais viúva
Todas elas fazem ninho
Da saudade e da virtude
Mas carinho
Queira Deus que Deus ajude
Onde andará Nicanor?
Tinha nó de marinheiro
Quando amarrava um amor
Mas há recantos guardados
Nos sete mares rasgados
Sete pecados tão bons
Onde andará Nicanor?
Woensdag 24 augustus 1983
Iris
Iris
Composer(s): John Rzeznik
First release by: Goo Goo Dolls - 1998
Covered by multiple other artists
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cuz sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
Woensdag 24 augustus 1983
Nibelungen
Nibelungen
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico
Since the first of you and me asleep
In a Nibelungen land
Titanic curses trap me in
A banishment of stay
Symbols vanish from my senses
Stem and stave the view appears
Symbols captured in a trance
Vanish from my glance
For the various defenses
I enforce a strike the alarm
For the various defences
That choose to be here and there
And lose the direction everywhere
Since the first of you and me asleep
In a Nibelungen land where we cannot be
Almond trees grow along the mountain trail
From their tongues the words are spelling
The telling numb
I cannot hear it anymore
I cannot hear it anymore
Since the first of you and me here and there
We lose the direction everywhere
Shrieking city sun shiver in my veins
In flames I run
In flames I run
Waiting for the sign to come
Will you spell the words for me
Will you spell the words for me to hear
Nibelungen
Nibelungen
Nibelungen land
Dinsdag 23 augustus 1983
My Little School
My Little School
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Don Black
Performer(s): Charlotte Rae
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf
Drop it to the bottomless gulf
Venomous viper, come to us
Covered with evil ooze and puss
We just love the wicked and worst
Of all nature’s things, they come first
So if you’re filthy (filthy), smelly (smelly)
Evil, wicked and cruel (evil, wicked and cruel)
You’ll be right at home (you’ll be right at home)
In my little school (Queen Aggie’s School)
(Queen Aggie’s School)
We have fun when others work (others work)
Especially where bad things lurk (bad things lurk)
All day long we frolic and play
Turning people into clay, ha-ha
Anyone that we still hate
We’ll dip and serve them on a plate (we’ll serve them on a plate)
So if you’re filthy (filthy), smelly (smelly)
Evil, wicked and cruel (evil, wicked and cruel)
You’ll be right at home (you’ll be right at home)
In my little school (Queen Aggie’s School)
Come on everybody sing!
Filthy (filthy), smelly (smelly)
Evil, wicked and cruel (evil, wicked and cruel)
You’ll be right at home (you’ll be right at home)
In my little school (Queen Aggie’s School)
In my little school (Queen Aggie’s School)
In my little school (Queen Aggie’s School)
Mine, mine, mine… (School)
Yeah
Dinsdag 23 augustus 1983
Niagara Falls
Niagara Falls
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell; Steve Kipner
Performer(s): Chicago
Baby, so you think you can start again?
You've got sombody new
but the same thing keeps happening
At the moment of truth whoever you're loving
you will be thinking of me...
As long as Niagara falls
As long as Gibralter stands
'Till hell freezes over
I'll always be your man
Tell me, when you're there lying by his side
Do you make him believe all your needs have been satisfied?
Does he know that your heart is taken forever?
Girl, you will always be mine
As long as Niagara falls
As long as Gibralter stands
'Till hell freezes over
I'll always be your man
(Time- can't- erase) What you feel in your heart
You can't replace the love (no, it doesn't matter how hard you try)
Girl you're gonna miss my lovin' until the day
(until the day) until the day you die!
'Till hell freezes over
I'll always be...
As long as Niagara falls
As long as Gibralter stands
'Till hell freezes over
I'll always be your man!
As long as Niagara falls
Until the end of time
'Till hell freezes over
I'll always be your man!
As long as Niagara falls
(Until the) Until the end of time
'Till hell freezes over
You'll be forever mine!
As long as Niagara falls
As long as Gibralter stands
'Till hell freezes over
As long as Niagara falls... (fade out)
Maandag 22 augustus 1983
Irene Wilde
Irene Wilde
Composer(s): Ian Hunter
First release by: Ian Hunter - 1976
When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -
at Barker Street bus station every night
When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage
turned to dust and I took flight
For those looks they seemed to say
You ain't nuthin' - Go away
You're just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed
I'm gonna be somebody - someday
Her name was Irene Wilde - Oh such beauty for a child
When she started dating boys - I nearly died
For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
I felt I had to crawl away and hide
In my mother's living room I composed so many tunes
All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say
Gonna be somebody - someday
Wild as your name I soon left that country town
I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs
Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
It's that face in the crowd - didn't dig it - much too proud...
When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A Barker Street bus station non affair
At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there
And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
They ain't no chain - just a link and that's why you made me think
Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday
Maandag 22 augustus 1983
Niagara
Niagara
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Hey Niagara
Je t'en prie sèche tes joues
Ne pleure pas
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Tu vas faire monter la Seine
Arrête-toi
Niagara
Je t'en prie à genoux
Ne m'en veux pas
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Et si je t'appelle comme ça
C'est que ça t'va...
Demain matin je m'en vais prendre le train
Je t'en prie reste chez toi...
Après demain je serai déjà bien loin
A l'abri de tes exploits
Hey! Niagara
Tes sanglots sont si longs
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Tu inondes mon destin
De ton chagrin
Demain matin je m'en vais prendre le train
Je t'en prie ne pleure pas
Après demain j'aimerais que les gazettes
Ne me parlent pas de toi
Les dentelles fraîches, la la la
De tes grands mouchoirs lilas
Ont vu plus d'écume, la la la
Que les chutes du Niagara
Hey! Niagara
Je t'en prie entre nous
Retiens toi
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Une montagne qui pleure
Oui c'est bien toi
Niagara
Je t'oublie, tu m'oublies
Restons-en là...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Ne vas pas faire une baignoire
D'un petit rien
Demain matin si c'était mon dernier train
Je t'en prie ne t'affole pas
Après demain n'achète pas les gazettes
Même si elles parlaient de moi
Hey! Niagara
Je t'oublie, tu m'oublies
Restons-en là
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Et si je t'appelle comme ça
C'est que ça t'va
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Niagara
C'est que ça t'va
Zondag 21 augustus 1983
Growing Up Isn't Easy
Growing Up Isn't Easy
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Don Black
Performer(s): Bonnie Langford
Growing up isn’t easy
Scared of every move you make
How much can a young girl take
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the worst witch of them all
Twenty seems light years away
The girl in you goes
But the freckles stay
Growing up isn’t easy
Wish the time would hurry by
Will I ever learn to fly
Growing up isn’t easy
Doesn’t anyone know why
Zondag 21 augustus 1983
Niaca
Niaca
Composer(s): Arthur Allan; Etienne Lorin
Performer(s): Bourvil
Dis-moi Suzon
Dis-moi Suzon
Chantait François le charron
Comment faire
C'est un mystère
Pourqu'un' fill' s'attach'à moi
Suzon dis-moi ça
Suzon a réfléchi
Suzon lui répondit
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à lui dir' tous les jours
Des mots doux comm' du velours
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à lui fair' des cadeaux
Des petits, des grands, des gros
Niaca c'est facile à dire
Tu crois qu'ça va réussir
Demandait François
Oui... Ah... bon...
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Essayer ça avec moi
Hé hé... ha ha...
Tu t'y prends pas mal, François
Dis-moi Suzon
Dis-moi Suzon
Toi qui a de l'instruction
Comment faire
C'est un mystère
Pour qu'un' fill' soit foll' de moi
Suzon dis-moi ça
Suzon s'y laissa prendr'
Et lui dit d'un air tendr'
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à m'offrir des fleurs
Niaqu'à m'offrir ton coeur
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à m'embrasser
Tout rempli de volupté
François faisait l'hébété
Pour se faire désirer
Viens disait Suzon
Oui... Ah bon...
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à le fair' avec moi
Hé hé... ha ha...
Tu t'y prends pas mal, François
Dis-moi Suzon
Dis-moi Suzon
Redonne-moi des leçons
Comment faire
C'est un mystère
Pour qu'un' fill' ne me quitt' pas
Suzon dis-moi ça
Suzon qui l'aimait bien
Lui dit d'un air câlin
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à venir avec moi
Cueillir la fraise des bois
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Niaqu'à dev'nir mon époux
Tu sais que j'ai des gros sous
François devint son mari
Le lend'main il est parti
Avec le magot
Oh!... oh! oh!...
Niaca niaca niaca niaca
Nia plus qu'à chercher François
Oh oh... ah! ah!
Tu es un coquin François
Vous n'avez pas vu François?...
Demandez François... dernière édition
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1983
Irène
Irène
Composer(s): Pierre Perret
Performer(s): Pierre Perret
J'connais une fille sur sur sur sur
Prenante et tellement belle
Qui a d'la culture ture ture ture ture
Autant qu'un prix Nobel
En plus elle est sur sur sur sur
Douée pour faire l'amour
Elle peut faire ça sur sur sur sur
Une planche à voile ou sur la plaque du four
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
La petite Irène
Et je comprends mes loulous
Que vous soyez jaloux
Elle fait des œufs durs durs durs durs
Le jour du Yom Kippour
Et de la voiture ture ture ture ture
Dans sa salle de séjour
Et à Saumur mur mur mur mur
Des concours de labour
Et puis elle jure jure jure jure
Depuis qu'elle a eu son permis poids lourds
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
La petite Irène
Et je comprends mes loulous
Que vous soyez jaloux
Elle aime Arthur thur thur thur thur
Rimbaud et Puccini
Le Bordeaux pur pur pur pur pur
Et Modigliani
L'acupuncture ture ture ture ture
Et le ruban adhésif
La haute couture ture ture ture ture
Le grec et l'imparfait du subjonctif
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
La petite Irène
Et je comprends mes loulous
Que vous soyez jaloux
Elle a fait des cures cures cures cures cures
Se somptueux orgasmes
Dans des postures tures tures tures tures
Qui étonneraient ma femme
Moi j'ai l'allure lure lure lure lure
En sortant de son lit
D'une épluchure chure chure chure chure
C'est du moins ce qu'affirme son mari
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
La petite Irène
Et je comprends mes loulous
Que vous soyez jaloux
Ça n'est pas sûr sûr sûr sûr sûr
Mais je crois qu'elle nous trompe
Sous son lit dure dure dure dure dure
J' ai trouvé d'autres pompes
Si d'aventure ture ture ture ture
Je coince l'enfant d'salaud
J'fais une bouture ture ture ture ture
Qui en fera un magnifique soprano
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
La petite Irène
Et je comprends mes loulous
Que vous soyez jaloux
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1983
Ni Trop Tôt, Ni Trop Tard
Ni Trop Tôt, Ni Trop Tard
Composer(s): Cyrius Bassiak; W. Swingle
Performer(s): Jeanne Moreau
Peu m'importe la tyrannie
Et le règne des soudards
Tant qu'il nous laisse la vie
Tant qu'aimer n'est pas trop tard
Dans tes bras ta tendre amie
De nos corps naît (chaque vie)
On fait périr nos cafards
Le bourdon du désespoir
A pétri toute ma vie
Le bourdon du désespoir
Des angoisses les plus noires
Peu m'importent vos sarcasmes
Et vos hockeys goguenards
L'uniforme du marasme
Tant qu'aimer n'est pas trop tard
Dans tes bras ta tendre amie
A repris goût à la vie
En bénissant les hasards
Qui nous firent naître ensemble
Et pas un siècle d'écart
Qui nous fit renaître ensemble
Ni trop tôt et ni trop tard
Que m'importe les mensonges
Dont on broda nos berceaux
Et la faux le ver qui ronge
De la mort des oripeaux
Dans tes bras mon tendre ami
Nous ferons durer la vie
Et nos rires et nos pleurs
Le bonheur comme la peine
Fait pleurer les amoureux
Le bonheur comme la peine
Mais vaut mieux pleurer à deux
Que m'importe le temps qui passe
Et s'éloigne nulle part
Le doux présent nous enlace
Tant qu'aimer n'est pas trop tard
Sais-tu bien mon tendre ami
Qu'un jour se dissout la vie
Comme s'effacent les brouillards
Mieux vaut s'estomper ensemble
Sans une seconde d'écart
Mieux vaut s'estomper ensemble
Ni trop tôt et ni trop tard
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1983
Irene
Irene
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Eu quero ir, minha gente, eu não sou daqui
Eu não tenho nada, quero ver Irene rir
Quero ver Irene dar sua risada
Quero ver Irene dar sua risada
Irene ri, Irene ri, Irene
Irene ri, Irene ri, Irene
Quero ver Irene dar sua risada
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1983
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