Woensdag 6 februari 1985
Sally (Grand Funk Railroad)
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Sally
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Woensdag 6 februari 1985
I'm Walking Backwards For Christmas
I'm Walking Backwards For Christmas
Composer(s): Tony Carbone; Spike Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the only thing for me
I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just look at me
And say it's a publicity stunt
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you
An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen
From Dublin Galway Bay
He longed for her arms
But she spurned his charms
And sailed o'er the foam away
She left the lad by himself, on his own
All alone, a-sorrowing
And sadly he dreamed, or at least that's the
way it seemed, buddy
That an angel quieted him....
An angel quieted the same
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the finest thing for me
And so I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just laughed, and said
"It's a publicity stunt"
So I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you
Dinsdag 5 februari 1985
Sally (Gracie Fields)
Sally
Composer(s): Will E. Haines; Harry Leon; Leo Towers
Performer(s): Gracie Fields
Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me
The skies were blue when I met you, Sally
You were my gal, my little pal, so true
You came along, made life a song, Sally
If I lost you I wonder what I’d do
Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me
Dinsdag 5 februari 1985
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
I’m Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Frank Team
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
I’m crying ‘cause my darling’s far away
Since she sent back my presents and said we had to part
A million icy snowflakes have fallen on my heart
I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year
I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year
Maandag 4 februari 1985
Sally (Don't You Grieve)
Sally (Don't You Grieve)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists
I just got my army call
And I run down to the army hall
Sally come a-runnin' like a cannonball
And I told her not to grieve after me
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
And I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna cross that ocean wide
Army rifle by my side
When Hitler's beat you can be my bride
But I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna jump in a flyin' machine
A-loaded full of this-a TNT
Stop old Hitler what I mean
And I told her not to grieve after me
A souvenir I'll send to you
Send Hirohito and Hitler, too
That's about all one feller can do
But I told her not to grieve after me
Sally, get a job and save your pay
Work your best for the U.S.A.
Write me a letter 'bout ever' day
And I told her not to grieve after me
If a blackout comes to the old home town
Sally, won't you pull your curtains down
If a shade goes up and a ship goes down
I told her not to grieve after me
Maandag 4 februari 1985
I'm Sending A Letter To Santa Claus
I’m Sending A Letter To Santa Claus
Performer(s): Vera Lynn
I met a little fellow with a letter in his hand
He asked me if I’d post it in the box for Fairyland
I slipped it in the mailbox for that little curly head
It seemed to make him very happy as he smiled, and said
I’m sending a letter to Santa Claus
My letter I hope he’ll receive
Oh, I wonder if he will please remember me
When he calls on Christmas Eve
He’ll get a lot of letters for playthings
From other girls and boys
But I want my soldier daddy
He’s better than all the toys
And so I’m sending my letter to Santa Claus
To bring daddy safely home to me
Zondag 3 februari 1985
Sally
Sally
Composer(s): Massimo Bubola; Fabrizio De André
First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari nel bosco
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari nel bosco
Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde
lì venne Sally con un tamburello
ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già alta
dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare
spesi cento lire per un pesciolino d'oro
Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare
spesi cento lire per un pesciolino cieco
Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un baleno
andate a dire a Sally che non tornerò
Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un momento
dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Vicino alla città trovai Pilar del mare
con due gocce d'eroina s'addormentava il cuore
Vicino alle roulottes trovai Pilar dei meli
bocca sporca di mirtilli un coltello in mezzo ai seni
Mi svegliai sulla quercia l'assassino era fuggito
dite al pesciolino che non tornerò
Mi guardai nello stagno l'assassino s'era già lavato
dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Seduto sotto un ponte si annusava il re dei topi
sulla strada le sue bambole bruciavano copertoni
Sdraiato sotto il ponte si adorava il re dei topi
sulla strada le sue bambole adescavano i signori
Mi parlò sulla bocca mi donò un braccialetto
dite alla quercia che non tornerò
Mi baciò sulla bocca mi propose il suo letto
dite a mia madre che non tornerò
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari del bosco
Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde
lì venne Sally con un tamburello
Zondag 3 februari 1985
I'm Gonna Lasso Santa Claus
I'm Gonna Lasso Santa Claus
Composer(s): Frank Adams; Isham Jones
Performer(s): Brenda Lee
I'm gonna lasso Santa Claus and I know just why because
I'm gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it's real
I'm gonna tick, tick, tickle him on the tummy because he laughs so funny
He's so jolly and so fine when he comes around on christmas time
I'm gonna lasso santa claus and the reason is because
I know a boy and girl he never goes see
He never brings 'em toys like he does for me
I'm gonna pop, pop santa clause with my water pistol gun
And then I'll take his bags of toys and run and bring to all the kids who don't
Zaterdag 2 februari 1985
Salle D'attente
Salle D'attente
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche; Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
L'un près de l'autre, ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
À travers la vitre, on voyait
Le vieux manège qui grinçait
Et sa musique tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et cette musique semblait pousser
La grande aiguille de la pendule
Avec un bruit démesuré
Démesuré et ridicule
Et cette pendule les obsédait
Cette pendule qui les regardait
Cette pendule qui tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête ça glissait
Manège, musique, pendule...
La pendule devenait manège
Le manège devenait pendule
Et leurs souvenirs, en cortège
Remontaient, défilaient, s'envolaient...
L'un près de l'autre ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
Et quand le train est arrivé
Tous deux, ils se sont regardés
Et sans un mot se sont levés
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête, ça glissait
Présent, passé, manège...
Les souvenirs devenaient présents
Le présent devenait souvenir...
Et leurs paroles, en cortège
Hésitaient, se troublaient, s'envolaient
Quand, dans le train, il est monté
C'est elle qui s'en est aperçu
Et en courant est revenue
Dans la salle d'attente
Mais le train avait disparu...
Vous n' trouvez pas que c'est idiot
Une femme qui marche dans la rue
Avec une musette et un calot ?
C't' idiot!...
C't' idiot!...
...C't' idiot!
Zaterdag 2 februari 1985
I'm Gonna Be Warm This Winter
I'm Gonna Be Warm This Winter
Composer(s): Mark Barkan; Hank Hunter
Performer(s): Connie Francis
We met at a ski lodge
And we fell in love.....
Right by a fireplace
We shared our first embrace
And then inside my heart
I felt a fire start
It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Uh-huh-huh!
Each time your lips touch mine
They taste like sparklin' wine
I feel so warm a glow
Just 'cause I love you so
It's cozy in your arms
I'm yours to have and to hold
And I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Ice skating on a frozen lake
Sleigh-riding down a mountainside
Roastin' popcorn, dancin' till the dawn
That was how I knew love was born-born-bo-orn
It's just like make-believe
Each night is New Year's Eve
Each day is Christmas Day
You make me feel this way
It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Uummm, ye-e-e-ah
It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, honey, make me warm this winter
Mmmm, baby, make me warm this winter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I said make me warm........
Vrijdag 1 februari 1985
Salir Vivo
Salir Vivo
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
He pensado demasiado
y ya escuché suficiente
cuando ame estuve al lado
y cuando odie me puse enfrente
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
La canción de la revolución he cantado
en la arena hasta el cuello enterrado
jamás podrás callar a mi demonio
tal vez Dios este de mi lado
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Tuve amores de cuidado
y aquí estoy, no tan desmejorado
me han devuelto la mirada
y el saludo me han negado
querubines, belcebúes, jovencitas y abogados
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Yo también quiero mi tren
que me lleve hasta tu puerta
yo quiero explicarte bien
y ojalá que estés despierta
tentando, provocado
al borde de caer de nuevo entre tus brazos
sin deberle nada a nadie
y todo por salir vivo de este coma...
Hoy tiene mas justificación
que el pueblo se levante en subversión
mas que en 1810, mas que en los setentas
hoy todo esta hecho mierda
no se dan cuenta?
millones sin trabajo ni dirección
abrazan la quimera de la educación
señoras y señores créanme
han rifado esta nación
"El gran hermano" es un maricón
que frecuenta "El Bar" de la Rock and Pop
los artistas se han vendido a la cultura oficial
y la justicia es un software de Microsoft
Nadie quiere la verdad
solo quieren ver el show
nadie quiere la revolución
solo quieren, solo quieren...
salir, salir vivos de este coma
salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma
He pensado demasiado
y ya escuche suficiente
y ahora quiero salir vivo de este coma
cuando ame estuve al lado
y cuando odie me puse enfrente
salir vivos de este coma
jamás podrás callar a mi demonio
vivos de este coma
salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma
Vrijdag 1 februari 1985
I'm A Little Christmas Cracker
I'm A Little Christmas Cracker
Composer(s): Lee
Performer(s): Diana Decker
I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
If you pull me right in half
I give you things to make you laugh
Paper hats and good advice
Pretty little toys and everything that's nice
I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
(Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
(Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
A message to my sister, Anne
She's gonna meet a tall, dark, handsome man
Napoleon's hat for poor, little, henpecked Dad
He's having the grandest night that he's ever had
A tiny little trumpet for baby Joe
He'll be so happy then, when he starts to blow
A lot of bright balloons make a lot of fun
And then the party's really begun
(She's a little Christmas cracker) Bang-a-bang
(Hangin' on a Christmas tree) That's me
(Just a little Christmas cracker)
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
If you pull me right in half
I give you things to make you laugh
Paper hats and good advice
Pretty little toys and everything (That's nice)
I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang
-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang)
That's me (Ooh-aah)
That's Me!
Donderdag 31 januari 1985
Sale Petit Bonhomme
Sale Petit Bonhomme
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Sale petit bonhomme, il ne portait plus d'ailes
Plus de bandeau sur l'œil et d'un huissier modèle
Arborait les sombres habits
Dès qu'il avait connu le krach, la banqueroute
De nos affaires de cœur, il s'était mis en route
Pour recouvrer tout son fourbi
Pas plus tôt descendu de sa noire calèche
Il nous a dit: "je viens récupérer mes flèches
Maintenant pour vous superflu's"
Sans une ombre de peine ou de mélancolie
On l'a vu remballer la vaine panoplie
Des amoureux qui ne jouent plus
Avisant, oublié', la pauvre marguerite
Qu'on avait effeuillé', jadis, selon le rite
Quand on s'aimait un peu, beaucoup
L'un après l'autre, en place, il remit les pétales
La veille encore, on aurait crié au scandale
On lui aurait tordu le cou
Il brûla nos trophés, il brûla nos reliques
Nos gages, nos portraits, nos lettres idylliques
Bien belle fut la part du feu
Et je n'ai pas bronché, pas eu la mort dans l'âme
Quand, avec tout le reste, il passa par les flammes
Une boucle de vos cheveux
Enfin, pour bien montrer qu'il faisait table rase
Il effaça du mur l'indélébile phrase
"Paul est épris de Virginie "
De Virgini', d'Hortense ou bien de Caroline
J'oubli' presque toujours le nom de l'héroïne
Quand la comédie est finie
"Faut voir à pas confondre amour et bagatelle
A pas trop mélanger la rose et l'immortelle
Qu'il nous a dit en se sauvant
A pas traiter comme une affaire capitale
Une petite fantaisie sentimentale
Plus de crédit dorénavant"
Ma mi', ne prenez pas ma complainte au tragique
Les raisons qui, ce soir, m'ont rendu nostalgique
Sont les moins nobles des raisons
Et j'aurais sans nul doute enterré cette histoire
Si, pour renouveler un peu mon répertoire
Je n'avais besoin de chansons
Donderdag 31 januari 1985
I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
I’ll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Justin Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
When old Santa comes my way
All my friends will be merry this Christmas
But for me just another blue day
Old Santa may drop by this year to help me light my tree
Cause he knows that I’m still blue
I know he’d like to help me dear and bring you back to me
But there’s something’s Santa just can’t do
I’ll be thinking of you this Christmas
Decorating my tree with tears
I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
Like I’ve done for so many years
Woensdag 30 januari 1985
Sale Bonhomme
Sale Bonhomme
(Adapted from: Nasty Dan - 1975)
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; Jeff Moss
Performer(s): Claude François - 1976
Covered by: Sébastien Martel - 2008
Sale bonhomme était le pire des hommes qu'on ait jamais vu
Il jurait, crachait et faisait de l'œil aux inconnues
Il rongeait ses ongles et mangeait sa soupe dans une passoire
On m'a même dit qu'il n'avait jamais mit les pieds dans une baignoire
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne!
Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Il détraquait tout les machines à sous et le téléphone
Dans les spaghettis il mettait du Whisky et du chewing-gum
Son père et sa mère trouvaient dans leurs verres du vin et du sel
Et dans leurs chaussures de la confiture quand ce n'était pas du miel
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne!
Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Maintenant, écoutez-moi bien, il faut que je vous raconte le fin de l'histoire
car elle montre de façon éclatante que quand on est un sale bonhomme
on ne récolte que ce qu'on mérite
Et...
Un été il a rencontré une sale bonne femme
Qui lui dit "nous deux on est si affreux que j'ai un programme"
Epouse-moi, donne-moi un enfant et depuis ce jour là
Au grand étonnement de tous les gens
Il vit tranquille dans une sale bicoque
Avec un sale gamin et une sale bonne femme
Et son sale petit bonheur
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne!
Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Oui sale bonhomme, oh! quelle sale personne!
Un monstre en somme, ce sale bonhomme
Woensdag 30 januari 1985
I'll Be Home This Christmas
I'll Be Home This Christmas
Composer(s): Shakin' Stevens; Ronnie Harwood
Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens
I'll be home this christmas
This time for sure
To have and hold you baby
Hold you in my arms
I'll be home this christmas
This time for sure
I'll be there to comfort you
Hold you for ever more
Lovin' you so tenderly
Oh just you wait and see
My heart will be for ever more
Yours till eternity
I'll be home this christmas
For sure this time
You're everything I dreaming of
I'll be home this christmas time
I'll be home this christmas
This time for sure
To have and hold you baby
Forever this christmas time
You're everything I dreaming of
I'll be home this christmas time
Forever this christmas time
I'll be home this christmas time
Dinsdag 29 januari 1985
Nasty Dan
Nasty Dan
(French Version: Sale Bonhomme - 1976)
Composer(s): Jeff Moss
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1975
Nasty Dan was the meanest man I ever knew
He's stomp and scream and be real mean the whole day through
He'd frown a bunch he ate nails for lunch and he'd never laugh
He'd growl and yell and I hard tell that he never took a bath
Nasty Dan was a nasty man
Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
Now Nasty Dan was a nasty man the whole day long
He'd go where he could he'd try real good to make things go wrong
He'd jump for joy when a little boy would trip and fall
And the only words that he ever said were I don't like you at all
Nasty Dan was a nasty man
Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
Now a real interesting thing that I want you to know about is this here
Because it's the most important thing it concerns a girl and things like that
Now Nasty Pearl was a nasty girl that met Dan somehow
She said you like me rotten as can be let's get married now
So they went and they did and had a nasty kid
And I must confess that Dan pretty much leaves everyone alone now
And he doesn't bother anybody anymore cause he just lives in his nasty ol' house
With his nasty ol' wife and his nasty ol' kid in nasty happiness
Nasty Dan was a nasty man
Hard to understand that Nasty Dan
Dinsdag 29 januari 1985
I'll Be Home On Christmas Day
I'll Be Home On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Michael Jarrett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Blue Blot; The Imperials Quartet
On the hills of Georgia
Across the plains of Tennessee
I've seen and I've done most everything
That a man can do or see
But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep
I'd be on that train tomorrow
I'll be home on Christmas day
And so many times before
She left that candle burning
Oh, too many tears fell
My soul fills with yearning
If I had sense at all
I'd just be on my way
Be on that train tomorrow
Be home on Christmas day
Everytime I think about her
All the love I left behind
Memories still linger in my troubled mind
I could set aside my pride
And I'd be on my way
I'd catch that train tomorrow
And be home on Christmas day
If I had any sense at all
I'd just be on my way
I'd catch that train tomorrow
I'd be home on Christmas day
I said I'd catch that train tomorrow
I'd be home on Christmas day
Maandag 28 januari 1985
Saldré A Buscar Al Amor
Saldré A Buscar Al Amor
Composer(s): P. Favini
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo; Grupo Celoso
Saldré a buscar al amor
con las uñas, con los dientes
saldré a buscar al amor
que no sea indiferente
Saldré a buscar al amor
a ese amor que a mi me quiera
porque yo quiero a ese amor
que aunque me cueste, amor sea...
Ese amor
Amor, amor, amor, amor
amor, amor, amor, amor
saldré a buscarte a donde quieras
saldré a buscarte amor aunque me hieras
Amor, amor, amor, amor
amor, amor, amor, amor
saldré a buscarte mientras pueda
saldré a buscarte amor aunque me duelas
Saldré a buscar al amor
Porque aún me queda ternura
saldré a buscar al amor
con un grito de aventura
Saldré a buscar al amor
a ese amor que siendo tierno
tenga la fuerza del mar
y el deseo de los tiempos...
A ese amor
Amor, amor, amor, amor
amor, amor, amor, amor
saldré a buscarte a donde quieras
saldré a buscarte amor aunque me hieras
Amor, amor, amor, amor
amor, amor, amor, amor
saldré a buscarte mientras pueda
saldré a buscarte amor aunque me duelas
Maandag 28 januari 1985
I'll Be Home For Christmas
