Vrijdag 27 januari 1984
It Must Have Been The Roses
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It Must Have Been The Roses
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Vrijdag 27 januari 1984
O Portão
O Portão
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu cheguei em frente ao portão
Meu cachorro me sorriu latindo
Minhas malas coloquei no chão
Eu voltei
Tudo estava igual como era antes
Quase nada se modificou
Acho que só eu mesmo mudei
E voltei
Eu voltei agora pra ficar
Porque aqui
Aqui é meu lugar
Eu voltei pras coisas que eu deixei
Eu voltei
Fui abrindo a porta devagar
Mas deixei a luz entrar primeiro
Todo o meu passado iluminei
E entrei
Meu retrato ainda na parede
Meio amarelado pelo tempo
Como a perguntar por onde andei
E eu falei
Onde andei não deu para ficar
Porque aqui
Aqui é meu lugar
Eu voltei pras coisas que eu deixei
Eu voltei
Sem saber depois de tanto tempo
Se havia alguém à minha espera
Passos indecisos caminhei
E parei
Quando vi que dois braços abertos
Me abraçaram como antigamente
Tanto quis dizer e não falei
E chorei
Donderdag 26 januari 1984
It Must Have Been The Mistletoe
It Must Have Been The Mistletoe
Composer(s): Doug Konecky; Justin Wilde
Performer(s): Vikki Carr; Jana Petersen; Barbra Streisand
It must have been the mistletoe
The lazy fire, the falling snow
The magic in the frosty air
That feeling everywhere
It must have been the pretty lights
That glistened in the silent night
It may be just the stars so bright
That shined above you
Our first Christmas
More than we'd be dreaming of
Ah, Saint Nicholas had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love!
It could have been the holiday,
The midnight ride upon sleigh
The countryside all dressed in white
The crazy snowball fight!
It could have been the steeplebell
That wrapped us up in its spell
It only took one kiss to know
It must have been the mistletoe!
Our first Christmas more than we'd be dreaming of
Ah, St. Nicholas must have know that kiss
Would lead to all of this!!
It must have been the mistletoe
The lazy fire, the falling snow
The magic in the frosty air
That made me love you!
On Christmas eve our wish came true
That I would fall in love with you
It only took one kiss to know
It must have been the mistletoe!
It must have been the mistletoe!
It must have been the mistletoe!It must have been the mistletoe
The lazy fire, the falling snow
The magic in the frosty air
That feeling everywhere
It must have been the pretty lights
That glistened in the silent night
It may be just the stars so bright
That shined above you
Our first Christmas
More than we'd be dreaming of
Ah, Saint Nicholas had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love!
It could have been the holiday,
The midnight ride upon sleigh
The countryside all dressed in white
The crazy snowball fight!
It could have been the steeplebell
That wrapped us up in its spell
It only took one kiss to know
It must have been the mistletoe!
Our first Christmas more than we'd be dreaming of
Ah, St. Nicholas must have know that kiss
Would lead to all of this!!
It must have been the mistletoe
The lazy fire, the falling snow
The magic in the frosty air
That made me love you!
On Christmas eve our wish came true
That I would fall in love with you
It only took one kiss to know
It must have been the mistletoe!
It must have been the mistletoe!
It must have been the mistletoe!
Donderdag 26 januari 1984
Ô Ô Sheriff
Ô Ô Sheriff
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Pétula Clark
Ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Avec les femm'
vous manquez d'un peu d'audace
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Vous en êts à votr' trent' troisièm' verr' de rhum
Ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Si vous voulez sheriff que je vous embrasse
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Vous pourriez au moins r'tirez vot' chewing-gum
Ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Je sens dans les jambes comme des aiguilles
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
C'est terribl' c'que vous pouvez être maladroit
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Vous plantez vos éperons dans mes chevilles
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Va falloir m'payer une autr' pair' de bas
Ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Votre étoile s'est accrochée à ma guêpière
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Vous n'êtes vraiment pas très fort en amour
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Ne trouvez-vous pas qu'il y a trop de lumière
Ô ô ô ô ô ô ô sheriff ô
Sheriff ô ô
Donnez donc un coup d'fusil dans l'abat-jour
Woensdag 25 januari 1984
It Must Be True
It Must Be True
Composer(s): Harry Barris; Gus Arnheim; Gordon Clifford
Performer(s): Gus Arnheim
and multiple other artists
Beside a shadey nook a moment's bliss we took
To talk of love beneath the stars above
I held your hand and whispered
Dear, I love you, I love you
And though it's just a dream
An idle scheme of mine to win your heart
And yet it seemed divine, it must be true
I am with you and you are mine, all mine
Woensdag 25 januari 1984
O Nosso Lar
O Nosso Lar
((Adapted from: Je Reviens Chez Nous (by Jean-Pierre Ferland) - 1969))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Ferland - T. Brito - A. Teles
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1998
Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - A Place In My Heart (by Nana Mouskouri)
1986 - Mein Herz Hat Noch Platz Für Dich (by Nana Mouskouri)
1986 - Nuestro Hogar (by Nana Mouskouri)
1987 - Un Posto Nel Cuore (by Nana Mouskouri)
1996 - Weer Naar Huis (by Sanne)
Está nevando sem parar
De branco se vestiu o jardim
A noite fria vai chegar
Apoderando-se de mim
Maldito inverno sem final
Que não me deixa ver o sol
Foi para mim um vendaval
Que me privou do teu calor
Eu só peço que não te demores
Que regresses já
Que preenchas o vázio frio dessa solidão
Eu só peço que não te demores
Que regresses já
E que acendas esta minha chama
Que apagada está
Meus olhos já não podem ver
Se acordo em rever-te ou não
Talvez de tanto padecer
De uma tão grande ingratidão
Mas cá por dentro oh! coração
Está chorando por calor
Pedindo que volte o verão
E com ele o nosso amor
Eu só peço que não te demores
Que regresses já
Que preenchas o vázio frio dessa solidão
Eu só peço que não te demores
Que regresses já
E que acendas essa minha chama
Que apagada está
A tua ausência meu amor
Foi triste como a noite fria
Mas já é tempo de trocar
As trevas pelo luz do dia
la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la,
Eu só peço que não te demores
Que regresses já
E que nunca mais me deixe só
Nunca, nunca mais
Dinsdag 24 januari 1984
It Must Be Love
It Must Be Love
Composer(s): Labi Siffre
First release by: Labi Siffre - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
I never thought I'd miss you
Half as much as I do
And I never thought I'd feel this way
The way I feel about you
As soon as I wake up every night every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away
It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best
How can it be
That we can
say so much without words
Bless you and bless me
Bless the bees and the birds
I've got to be near you every night, every day
I couldn't be happy any other way
It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best
As soon as I wake up every night every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away
It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best (repeat)
Dinsdag 24 januari 1984
O Mio Babbino Caro
O Mio Babbino Caro
Composer(s):
Giacomo Puccini; Giovacchino Forzano
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla;
Sarah Brightman; Charlotte Church
O mio babbino caro
Mi piace è bello, bello;
Vo'andare in Porta Rossa
A comperar l'anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
E se l'amassi invano
Andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
Ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Maandag 23 januari 1984
It Must Be Him
It Must Be Him
(Adapted from: Seul Sur Son Étoile - 1966)
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Maurice Vidalin; Mack David
Performer(s): Vikki Carr - 1967
I tell myself "What's done is done"
I tell myself "Don't be a fool
Play the field, have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it cool"
I tell myself "Don't be a chump
Who cares, let him stay away"
That's when the phone rings, and I jump
And as I grab the phone I pray
"Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die
I shall die"
After a while I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
I put my heart on the shelf again
He'll never hurt me anymore
I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody new someday
That's when the phone begins to ring
And once again I start to pray
"Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die
I shall die
Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die
Again I die
Oh, hello, hello
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him, and then I die
Again I die
I shall die"
Maandag 23 januari 1984
O Meu Guri
O Meu Guri
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quando, seu moço, nasceu meu rebento
Não era o momento dele rebentar
Já foi nascendo com cara de fome
E eu não tinha nem nome pra lhe dar
Como fui levando, não sei explicar
Fui assim levando ele a me levar
E na sua meninice ele um dia me disse
Que chegava lá
Olha aí
Olha aí
Olha aí, ai o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega suado e veloz do batente
E traz sempre um presente pra me encabular
Tanta conrrente de ouro, seu moço
Que haja pescoço pra enfiar
Me trouxe uma bolsa já com tudo dentro
Chave, caderneta, terço e patuá
Um lenço e uma penca de documentos
Pra finalmente eu me identificar, olha aí
Olha aí, ai o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega no morro ocom o carregamento
Pulseira, cimento, relógio, pneu, gravador
Rezo até ele chegar cá no alto
Essa onda de assaltos tá um horror
Eu consolo ele, ele me consola
Boto ele no colo pra ele me ninar
De repente acordo, olho pro lado
E o danado já foi trabalhar, olha aí
Olha aí, ai o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
E ele chega
Chega estampado, manchete, retrato
Com venda nos olhos, legenda e as iniciais
Eu não entendo essa gente, seu moço
Fazendo alvoroço de mais
O guri no mato, acho que tá rindo
Acho que tá lindo, de papo pro ar
Desde o começo, eu não disse, seu moço
Ele disse que chegava lá
Olha aí, olha aí
Olha aí, ai o meu guri, olha aí
Olha aí, é o meu guri
Zondag 22 januari 1984
It Must Be Halloween
It Must Be Halloween
Performer(s): Andrew Gold
The ghost says boo
The cat says meow
The goblins say trick or treat
It must be halloween
The wolf howls owooooo
The wind blows wheeewww
The witches laugh hee hee hee
It must be halloween
Skeletons may dance about
By jack 'o lanterns light
Spooks and monsters are all out
'Cause the moon is full tonight
The slime goes slurp pop splat
The ooze goes bubble hiccup
It's yucky but it's fun tonight
It must be halloween
Skeletons may dance about
By jack 'o lanterns light
Spooks and monsters are all out
'Cause the moon is full tonight
The ghost says boo
The cat says meow
The goblins say trick or treat
It must be halloween
Zondag 22 januari 1984
O Meu Amor
O Meu Amor
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
E que me deixa louca
Quando me beija a boca
A minha pele inteira fica arrepiada
E me beija com calma e fundo
Até minh'alma se sentir beijada, ai
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
Que rouba os meus sentidos
Viola os meus ouvidos
Com tantos segredos lindos e indecentes
Depois brinca comigo
Ri do meu umbigo
E me crava os dentes, ai
Eu sou sua menina, viu?
E ele é o meu rapaz
Meu corpo é testemunha
Do bem que ele me faz
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
De me deixar maluca
Quando me roça a nuca
E quase me machuca com a barba malfeita
E de pousar as coxas entre as minhas coxas
Quando ele se deita, ai
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
De me fazer rodeios
De me beijar os seios
Me beijar o ventre
E me deixar em brasa
Desfruta do meu corpo
Como se o meu corpo fosse a sua casa, ai
Eu sou sua menina, viu?
E ele é o meu rapaz
Meu corpo é testemunha
Do bem que ele me faz
Zaterdag 21 januari 1984
It Might Be You
It Might Be You
Composer(s): Dave Grusin - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman
Performer(s): Stephen Bishop
Time
I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life
Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you
All of my life
Looking back as lovers go walking past
All of my life
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place
Would I recognise the face
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah it's telling me it might be you
So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake
And we've so much love to make
Oh, I think we've gonna need some time
Many be all we need is time
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life
I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there're so much more
No one's ever heard before
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it must be you
And I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life
May be it's you (it's you)
May be it's you (it's you)
I've been waiting for all of my life
Zaterdag 21 januari 1984
O Mein Papa
O Mein Papa
Composer(s): Paul Burkhard - Jürg Amstein
Performer(s): Eddie Calvert - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1953 - Oh My Papa
1954 - Oh Min Papa
1971 - Oh Mijn Papa
1990 - Pabbi Minn
Papa wie ein Pfeil
Sprang hinauf auf die Seil
Eh la hopp, eh la hopp, eh la hopp!
Er spreizte die Beine
Ganz breit auseinand'
Sprang hoch in die Luft
Und stand auf der Hand
Eh la hopp, eh la hopp, eh la hopp!
Lachte: Haha!
Und machte: Haßa
Ganz sachte Haßa
Und rief: Eh la hopp!
Eh la hopp! Eh la hopp!
Er ritt auf die Seil
Ganz hoch in die Luft
Eh la hopp, eh la hopp, eh la hopp!
Das konnte er machen
Zwölf mal ohne Mih!
Er lachte dazu
Und fürchte sich nie!
Eh la hopp, eh la hopp, eh la hopp!
O mein Papa
War eine wunderbare Clown
O mein Papa
War eine große Kinstler
Hoch auf die Seil
Wie war er herrlich anzuschau´n!
O mein Papa
War eine schöne Mann!
Wie, wie er lacht
Sein Mund sie sein so breit, so rot
Und seine Aug'
Wie Diamanten strahlen
O mein Papa
War eine wunderbare Clown
O mein Papa
War eine große Kinstler!
Hoch auf die Seil
Wie war er herrlich anzuschau'n!
O mein Papa
War eine schöne Mann!
Ein schöner Mann!
Ein schöner Mann!
Vrijdag 20 januari 1984
It Might As Well Rain Until September
It Might As Well Rain Until September
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King
First release by: Carole King - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
What shall I write?
What can I say?
How can I tell you how much I miss you?
The weather here has been as nice as it can be
Althought it doesn't really matter much to me
For all the fun I'll have while you're so far away
It might as well rain until September
I don't need sunny skies for thing I like to do
'Cause I stay home the whole day long and think of you
As far as I'm concerned each day's a rainy day
So It might as well rain until September
My friends look forward to their picnics on the beach
Yes everybody loves the summertime
But you know darling while your arms are out of reach
The summer isn'[t any friend of mine
It doesn't matter whethee skies are grey or blue
It's raining in my heart 'cause I can't be with you
I'm only living for the day you're home to stay
So It might as well rain until September
September, September, oh
It might as well rain until September
Vrijdag 20 januari 1984
'O Marenariello
'O Marenariello
Composer(s): Salvatore Gambardella - Gennaro Ottaviano - Diodato Del Gazio
First recording: Emilia Persico - 1893
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1945 - I Have But One Heart (Frank Sinatra)
1972 - Mein Lied Heisst Heimweh (Karel Gott)
Oi' ne', fa priesto viene!
Nun me fa spanteca'!
Ca pure 'a rezza vene
Ca a mmare sto a mena'!
Stienneme sti braccelle
Aiutame a tira'...
Ca stu marenariello
Te vo' sem'abbraccia'!
Vicino 'o mare
Facimmo ammore
A ccore a ccore
Pe' ce spassa'...
So marenare
E tiro 'a rezza
Pe' la priezza
Stongo a muri'!
Vide che sbatte l'onne
Comme stu core cca'...
De lacreme te nfonne
Ca 'o faie 'nnammura'
E vide pure e stelle
Tu faie 'nnammura'...
Ca stu marenariello
Tu faie suspira'
Vicino 'o mare
Facimmo ammore
A ccore a ccore
Pe' ce spassa'...
So marenare
E tiro 'a rezza
Pe' la priezza
Stongo a muri'!
Donderdag 19 januari 1984
It Might As Well Be Spring
It Might As Well Be Spring
((French Version: C'est Le Printemps (Isabelle Aubret) - 1974))
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
First release by: Dick Haymes (with Victor Young and His Orch.) - 1945
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had Spring fever
But I know it isn't Spring
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
When it isn't even Spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
>From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be Spring
It might as well be Spring
Donderdag 19 januari 1984
O Mama
O Mama
Composer(s): Kurt Feltz
Performer(s): Caterina Valente
Chor: In Balonesien heißt das einfach so:
O Mama
O Mama
O Mamajo
In Peru
In Peru tanzt man so
Der Baia
Der Baia
Der Baiajo
Macht dort unten die verliebten Leute froh
O Mama o Mama o Mamajo
Darum fahr ich noch heut' mit dir hin
Und dann tanzen wir zwei
Tanzen wir zwei
Baio-Bajai
Baio-Bajai!
Wie's verliebte Leute tun
Und dann tanzen wir zwei
Tanzen wir zwei
Baio-Bajai
Baio-Bajai!
Wie's verliebte Leute tun
Ole! Olaeo! Ole! Olao!
Ole! Olaeo! Ole! Olao!
Woensdag 18 januari 1984
C'est Le Printemps (Isabelle Aubret)
C'est Le Printemps
((Adapted from: It Might As Well Be Spring (Dick Haymes) - 1945))
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers - Jean Sablon
Performer(s): Isabelle Aubret - 1974
and multiple other artists
Agitée comme un roseau dans la tourmente
Tout m'énerve et tout m'irrite en ce moment
Le monde me désenchante
Par ce beau jour de printemps
Fatiguée, désabusée et sans courage
Impatiente je ne sais plus ce qui m'attend
Je sens arriver l'orage
Par ce beau jour de printemps
Je voudrais me sentir loin d'ici
Fuir la vie de chaque jour
Et peut-être en m'évadant ainsi
Y trouverais-je l'amour
Les bourgeons des marronniers
De mon enfance
La jacinthe, l'aubépine et les lilas blancs
En vain me chantent leur romance
Douterais-tu du printemps?
Tout est si joyeux
Pourtant je suis malheureuse
D'où me vient tout ce tourment?
Ô mon ami, c'est le printemps
Woensdag 18 januari 1984
O Malandro
