Maandag 8 april 1985
San Domingo/The Bongo Bingo
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San Domingo/The Bongo Bingo
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Maandag 8 april 1985
Le Noël Des Petits Santons
Le Noël Des Petits Santons
Composer(s): René Sarvil; Henri Ackermans
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
and multiple other artists
Dans une boite en carton
Sommeillent les petits santons
Le berger... le rémouleur
Et l'Enfant Jésus rédempteur
Le Ravi qui le suit
Est toujours ravi
Les moutons
En coton
Sont serrés au fond
Un soir alors
Parait l'étoile d'or
Et tous les petits santons
Quittent la boite de carton
Naïvement
Dévotement
Ils vont à Dieu
Porter leurs vœux
Et leur chant
Est touchant
Noël, joyeux Noël
Noël joyeux de la Provence
Le berger comme autrefois
Montre le chemin aux trois Rois
Et ces Rois ont pour suivants
Des chameaux chargés de présents
Leurs manteaux
Sont très beaux
Dorés au pinceau
Et ils ont
Le menton
Noirci au charbon
De grand matin
J'ai vu passer leur train
Ils traînaient leurs pauvres pieds
Sur les gros rochers de papiers
{au Refrain}
Dans l'étable de bois blanc
Il est là le divin Enfant
Entre le bœuf au poil roux
Et le petit âne à l'œil doux
Et l'enfant
Vagissant
Murmure en dormant
"Les jaloux
Sont des fous
Humains, aimez-vous
Mais, au matin
Joyeux Noël prend fin
Alors les petits santons
Regagnent la boite en carton
Naïvement
Dévotement
Ils dormiront
Dans du coton
En rêvant
Du doux chant
Noël, joyeux Noël
Noël joyeux de la Provence
Dormez chers petit santons
Dans votre boite en carton
Noël, Noël, Noël
Zondag 7 april 1985
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa
She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago
His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato
She's in love with a boy
From the rodeo
Who pulls the rope on the chute
When they let those suckers go
(Yeah-hey! Suckers!)
He got slobberin' drunk at the Palomino
They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino
Well there's forty-four men
Stashed away in Tank "C"
An' there's only one shower
But it don't apply to Bobby
You may think they're
Dumb an' lonely
But you're wrong
'Cause their love is strong
Stacked-up hair
An' a cheap little ring
They don't care
'Cause it don't mean a thing
Looka there . . .
They don't care
Best-est way that
They can feel-o
Out on the highway
Rollin' a wheel-o
He's her Tootsie
She's for real-o
Trailer park heaven
It's a real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
The rest of their lives
In San Ber'dino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
In San Ber'dino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
Down in San Ber'dino
Come on with me
Come on with me
Come on with me
Down in San Ber'dino
Just 60 miles, 60 miles
Down the San Ber'dino freeway
They got some dark green air
An' you can choke all day
That's right!
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Say now
Ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no
Zulch is the auto works
I'm tellin' you
That's where they take
All the cars that they hurt
Come on and let's all go down to San Ber'dino
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Let's-a go down down down
Down in San Ber'dino
Wouldja b'lieve it
Wouldja b'lieve it now, come on
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
(Got to call it)
San Ber'dino
(C'mere)
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
(Oh, God, they all stay there)
The rest of their lives
In San Ber'dino
Oh Bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato
I really am
(Ketchup!)
Zondag 7 april 1985
Le Noël Des Enfants Noirs
Le Noël Des Enfants Noirs
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Charles Trenet
Les petits Noirs d'Afrique
Ont le même Bon Dieu que nous
Ils lui chantent les mêmes cantiques
Tout comme nous à genoux
Et vers la fin décembre
Tout comme nous ils regardent le ciel
Jusqu'à ce qu'ils voient descendre
Dans la nuit le Père Noël
Ils se souviennent d'Hérode
Ce roi qui fut si méchant
Aussi le soir ils ne rodent
Plus à travers les bois et les champs
Ils restent comme des images
Eblouis devant la crèche
En attendant les Rois Mages
Devant Jésus sur la paille sèche
Ils savent mais ils s'en fichent
Que les plus jolis des joujoux
Iront aux enfants des riches
Mais ils sentent là sur leur joue
La caresse d'un ange qui passe
Et qui leur donne un baiser
En leur disant: "Y a d'la place
Au ciel tu pourras t'amuser"
Mais une chose les tourmente
Ils en parlent souvent à mi-voix
C'est comme un rêve qui les hante
Et leur met le cœur en émoi
C'est un mystère qu'on n'explique jamais
Pensent-ils tout tremblants
Pourquoi sur la terre d'Afrique
Le Bon Dieu est-il blanc?
Zaterdag 6 april 1985
San Antonio Stroll
San Antonio Stroll
Composer(s): Peter Noah
Performer(s): Tanya Tucker
and multiple other artists
When I was a child down in South Caroline
Soon as Saturday sun went on down
My folks and sister would go and leave me home all alone
Going to that big square dance in town
Well my old radio would play that old opry show
So I never got lonesome or blue
I'd fall asleep in my chair and dream that I was right there
Just singing the whole night through
When my folks would come home, they'd be humming a song
Mama'd smile and say: "Child, don't you know
"There ain't a thing in this world to make you fall in love girl
"Like the San Antonio Stroll?"
Well the day finally come when my mama said: "Hun
"It's 'bout time you came with us as well"
Well, I had me a time, yes, I danced all the night
'Til they rang that ol' cracked-midnight bell
Then the lights went down low, the fiddler picked up his bow
And he played something stately and slow
And my sister Eileen and her husband-to-be
They held hands and began to stroll
I've been away for a while, but it still brings a smile
When I think of the way that it goes
Now I'll sing it to you just so we both can do
That old San Antonio Stroll
Yes, I'll sing it to you just so we all can do
That old San Antonio Stroll
Zaterdag 6 april 1985
Le Noël De La Rue
Le Noël De La Rue
Composer(s): Henri Contet; M. Heyral
Performer(s): André Claveau
Petit bonhomme où t'en vas-tu
Courant ainsi sur tes pieds nus
Je cours après le Paradis
Car c'est Noël à ce qu'on dit...
Le Noël de la rue
C'est la neige et le vent
Et le vent de la rue
Fait pleurer les enfants
La lumière et la joie
Sont derrière les vitrines
Ni pour toi, ni pour moi
C'est pour notre voisine
Mon petit, amuse-toi bien
En regardant, en regardant
Mais surtout, ne touche à rien
En regardant de loin...
Le Noël de la rue
C'est le froid de l'hiver
Dans les yeux grands ouverts
Des enfants de la rue
Collant aux vitres leurs museaux
Tous les petits font le gros dos
Ils sont blottis comme des Jésus
Que Sainte Marie aurait perdus...
Le Noël de la rue
C'est la neige et le vent
Et le vent de la rue
Fait pleurer les enfants
Ils s'en vont reniflant
Ils s'en vont les mains vides
Nez en l'air et cherchant
Une étoile splendide
Mon petit, si tu la vois
Tout en marchant bien droit
Le Noël de la rue
C'est au ciel de leur vie
Une étoile endormie
Qui n'est pas descendue...
Vrijdag 5 april 1985
San Antonio Rose
San Antonio Rose ((aka New San Antonio Rose (by Bob Wills) - 1940))
Composer(s): Bob Wills
First recording/First release by: Bob Wills - 1938/1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Le Jour Du Retour (by Dalida)
1977 - Der Gror Ikke Mos På Rullesten (by Gustav Winckler)
1984 - Le Public Aime Ça (by Eddy Mitchell)
Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone
It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit pass that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love
Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own
A broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
Vrijdag 5 april 1985
Last Christmas
Last Christmas
Composer(s): George Michael
First release by: Wham! - 1984
Covered by multiple other artists
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
(Happy Christmas)
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover buy you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special
Donderdag 4 april 1985
San
San
Composer(s): Lindsay McPhail; Walter Michels
King San of Senegal
Sat on the shore
At Bulamay
Singing a sad refrain
To his dear queen who'd gone away
This was his lay
One day the queen came home
Saw San in sadness on the shore
Told him she'd no more roam
Only her San would she adore
Then came this lore
Oh, sweet heart Lona, my darling Lona
Why have you gone away?
You said you loved me
But if you loved me
Why did you act this way?
If I had ever been untrue to you
What you have done would be the thing to do
But my heart aches, dear
And it will break, dear
If you don't come back home again to San!
Oh, sweet heart Lona, my darling Lona
Have you come back to stay?
You said you loved me
I knew you loved me
I knew you'd come some day
If I had ever been untrue to you
What you have done would be the thing to do
But now you're mine, dear
For all the time, dear
And you're forgiven by your loving San!
Donderdag 4 april 1985
Lamb Of God
Lamb Of God
Composer(s): Michael Omartian; Donna Summer
Performer(s): Donna Summer
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea
During the time of King Herod
Wise men from the east came to Jerusalem and asked
"Where is the one who is born King of the Jews?
We saw his star in the east and we have come to worship him"
Lord we have traveled far
Torn and weary guided by your star
There before us the living King
Hallelujah his praises sing
Herod with a evil plan
Kill the babies came his bold command
He tried to alter God's holy plan
God has saved him, the son of man
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of God
The chosen one of God
Bbehold the lamb of God
The mighty King of love
The chosen one of God
Three Kings from a distance come
Bearing gifts for the only one
Shout to heaven, sound the drum
Tell the nations the Lord has come
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of God
The chosen one of God
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of love
The chosen one of God
He came to bring us his peace
He came to bring us his joy
To bring us love
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of God
The chosen one of God
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of God
The precious lamb of God
Behold the lamb of God
The mighty King of God
The chosen one of God
And so the wise men the shepherds, the ox and the lamb
The angels above all rejoiced at God's command
As a star shine from heaven, this new King to adorn
On that very first Christmas when Jesus Christ was born
Woensdag 3 april 1985
Samson Et Dalila
Samson Et Dalila
(Adapted from: Samson And Delilah - 1972)
Composer(s): Lally Stott; Giosy Capuano; Mario Capuano; Claude Carrère; Jean Schmitt
Performer(s): Sheila - 1972
Samson et Dalila
Vivaient en des temps bibliques
De leurs amours tragiques
Qui de nous ne se souvient pas…
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na…
Qu'ils ont connus tous deux
Un destin aventureux
Et devinrent légendaires
Comme tous les amants fabuleux?
Quand je pense à eux
Moi, je pense à toi!
Quand je pense à eux
Moi, je pense à toi!
Na na na na na
Être fidèle c'est essentiel!
Na na na na na na
Si tu m'aimais tout comme Samson
Na na na na na
Je ne serais pas Dalila!
Na na na na na
Elle lui ôta la force
Que le Ciel donnait à ses cheveux
C'est ainsi que son nom
Devint symbole de trahison!
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na…
Être fidèle c'est essentiel!
Na na na na na
Si tu m'aimais tout comme Samson
Na na na na na
Je ne serais pas Dalila!
Na na na na na na
Samson eut la vision
Que Dieu guiderait ses faibles mains
On l'a tous vu détruire
Debout, le temple philistin…
Quand je pense à eux
Moi, je pense à toi!
Quand je pense à eux
Moi je pense à toi!
Na na na na na
Être fidèle c'est essentiel!
Na na na na na na
Si tu m'aimais tout comme Samson
Na na na na na
Je ne serais pas Dalila!
Na na na na na na
Quand je pense à eux, moi je pense à toi
Être fidèle c'est essentiel!
Quand je pense à eux, moi je pense à toi
Si tu m'aimais tout comme Samson
Quand je pense à eux, moi je pense à toi
Je ne serais pas Dalila!
Quand je pense à eux, moi je pense à toi
Woensdag 3 april 1985
L'albero Di Natale
L'albero Di Natale
(Traditional)
(English, French, & German Versions: Oh Christmas Tree; Mon Beau Sapin; O Tannenbaum)
Nel buio tu risplendi a noi
abete di Natale
sui rami tuoi scintillano
le luci colorate
Dei bimbi gli occhi brillano
di Dio le luci vedono
accanto ad un Presepe c'é
l'abete di Natale
Ricordi a tutti gli uomini
i doni che i pastori
portarono al Bambin Gesù
la notte di Natale
Col cuor pien di giubilo
li misero sui rami tuoi
per questo festeggiamo te
abete di Natale
Dinsdag 2 april 1985
Samson And Delilah
Samson And Delilah
(French Version: Samson Et Dalila - 1972)
Composer(s): Lally Stott; Giosy Capuano; Mario Capuano
First release by: Middle of the Road - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Samson and Delilah
lived a long
long time ago
She was undecided
but man that hair just had to go
Na
na
na
na
na...
Ain't no glory in this fable
like the story Cane and Abel
Samson's gonna turn the tables
Samson had a feeling
that God would guide his feeble hand
Man you should 've seen him
pushin' pillars from the stand
On the Friday evening
things were going mighty fine
then he started sleeping
'cos she slipped something in the wine
Na
na
na
na
na...
Samson neatly turned the tables
Ain't no glory in this fable
Samson had a feeling...
Like the story Cane and Abel
Samson neatly turned the tables
Dinsdag 2 april 1985
La Marche Des Rois Mages
La Marche Des Rois Mages
Composer(s): Georges Bizet; A. Daudet
Performer(s): Tino Rossi;
and various other artists
De bon matin
J'ai rencontré le train
De trois grands Rois qui allaient en voyage
De bon matin
J'ai rencontré le train
De trois grands Rois dessus le grand chemin
Venaient d'abord les gardes du corps
Des gens armés avec trente petits pages
Venaient d'abord les gardes du corps
Des gens armés dessus leurs just'au corps
Puis sur un char
Doré de toute part
On voittrois rois modestes comme d'anges
Puis sur un char
Doré de toute part
Trois rois debouts parmi les étendards
L'étoile luit
Et les Rois conduit
Par longs chemins
Devant une pauvre étable
L'étoile luit
Et les Rois conduit
Par longs chemins devant l'humble réduit
Au fils de Dieu
Qui naquit en ce lieu
Ils viennent tous présenter leurs hommages
Au fils de Dieu
Qui naquit en ce lieu
Ils viennent tous présenter leurs doux vœux
De beaux présent
Or, myrrhe et encens
Ils vont offrir au maître tant admirable
De beaux présent
Or, myrrhe et encens
Ils vont offrir au bienheureux enfant
Maandag 1 april 1985
Sam's Song
Sam's Song
Composer(s): Jack Elliott; Lew Quadling
Performer(s): Sammy Davis Jr. & Dean Martin
DM) Here's a happy tune
SD) A happy tune
DM) You'll love to croon
SD) You love to croon
DM) They call it Dean's song
SD) Hey, you don't seem to understand
DM) Catchy as can be
SD) I must agree
DM) The melody
SD) The melody
DM) They call it Dean's song
SD) Looks like I'm gonna have to explain this thing
SD) You don't dig this scene
SD) I'm saying, Dean, the song is Sam's song
DM) Sam, you're just a ham
SD) But Dean here's the scam
SD) The song was named after Sam
DM) Sam who?
SD) Sam Houston
DM) Oh
DM) May I say with pride where I reside
DM) They call it Dean's song
SD) And that's quite a group you have going for you
DM) There's no bigger choir that you could hire for singing Dean's song
SD) They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
DM) Sam it's plain to see that you're put out with me
SD) Well I'm not just singing along
DM) Tell you what I'll do since I'm with you (alternative: Tell you what I'll do, since you're a Jew...)
DM) We'll call it Clyde's song
SD) Clyde's song?
DM) Here's a happy tune
SD) It's a sweet melody and I'm happy to say it was named after me but he's calling it
DM) Clyde's song
DM) Catchy as can be
SD) No I don't like to beef and I'm sorry to say the man is a thief 'cause he's calling it
DM) Clyde's song
DM) Nothing on your mind
SD) There's a lot on my mind and I'm standing here saying you're being unkind 'cause you're calling it
DM) Clyde's song
SD) My Italian friend we have reached the end
DM) We don't seem to blend
DM) Sam, let's compromise
SD) Oh, I hear what you say but by that do you mean that you'll do it your way and call it
DM) Sam's song
SD) Did he say Sam's song?
B) Let's give the ending a rhyme
DM) But don't nobody tell Clyde
B) That the name of this song
DM) is Sam's song
SD) It's not Irving's song
DM) Sam's song
SD) It's not even Mona's song
DM) Sam's song
SD) Only thing I know is when this record comes out it better have Sam's song on it
or else you'll get a nasty letter from Calhoun and a telephone call too
DM) Hmmm I'm thinking you're starting to get dirty down there
Maandag 1 april 1985
La Fille Du Père Noël
La Fille Du Père Noël - 1966 (aka Jean Baltazaarrr - 1999)
Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc; Jacques Lanzmann
Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc - 1966
Je l'ai trouvée au petit matin
Toute nue dans mes grands souliers
Placés devant la cheminée
Pas besoin de vous faire un dessin
De battr' mon cœur s'est arrêté
Sur le lit j'ai jeté mon fouet
Tout contre elle je me suis penché
Et sa beauté m'a rendu muet
Fatigué j'ai la gueule de bois
Toute la nuit j'avais aidé mon père
Dans le feu j'ai remis du bois
Dans la ch'minée y avait pas son père
C'était la fille du Père Noël
J'étais le fils du Père Fouettard
Elle s'appelait Marie Noël
Je m'appelais Jean Balthazar
Je prends la fille dans mes bras
Elle me dit mais non Balthazar
Ne fais donc pas le fier à bras
Je suis tombée là par hazard
Toute la nuit j'avais fouetté
À tour de bras les gens méchants
Toute la nuit elle avait donné
Des cadeaux à tous les enfants
C'était la fille du Père Noël
J'étais le fils du Père Fouettard
Elle s'appelait Marie Noël
Je m'appelais Jean Balthazar
Descendue chez moi par erreur
Elle était là dans mes souliers
Et comm' je ne pouvais prendre son cœur
Je l'ai remise sur le palier
C'était la fille du Père Noël
J'étais le fils du Père Fouettard
Et elle m'a dit d'une voix d'crécelle
Bye bye au hasard Balthazar
C'était la fille du Père Noël
J'étais le fils du Père Fouettard
Elle s'appelait Marie Noël
Je m'appelais Jean Balthazar
Zondag 31 maart 1985
Sample In A Jar
Sample In A Jar
Composer(s): Trey Anastasio; Tom Marshall
Performer(s): Phish; Little Feat
It's hidden far away
But someday I may tell
The tale of metal tangle
When into your world I fell
Without you now I wander
Soaking secretly afraid
'Cause in your grasp the fears don't last
And some of them have stayed
I wheeled around because I didn't
Hear what you had said
And saw you dancing with Elihu
Up on Leemor's bed
And I was foggy rather groggy
You helped me to my car
The binding belt enclosing me
A sample in a jar
And on the market stands unfolding
With all their willies and their wares
I shuffle by alert but numb
To all the glances and the glares
And I think of you unheeding
All the times I raise my cup
It's now I know that you knew
That I'd soon end up end up
You tricked me like the others
And now I don't belong
The simple smiles and good times
Seem all wrong
chorus
Zondag 31 maart 1985
La Bella Pastorcita
La Bella Pastorcita
La bella pastorcita que a Belén caminó
y entre unas pobres pajas al Niño reclinó
cantando le decía: ro - ro - ro - ro - ro - ro
duérmete, bien de mi alma, que aquí te acuno yo
Pastores de la aldea, que de contentos gozáis
con tan pobres cabañas dulce tranquilidad
venid, venid, venid, y con tan tiernos cantos
al Niño divertid
Y volvía a cantar: ro - ro - ro - ro - ro - ro
duérmete, bien de mi alma, que aquí te arullo yo
Zaterdag 30 maart 1985
Sampa
Sampa
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração
Que só quando cruza a Ipiranga com a avenida São João
É que quando eu cheguei por aqui eu nada entendi
Da dura poesia concreta de tuas esquinas
Da deselegância discreta de tuas meninas
Ainda não havia para mim Rita Lee, a tua mais completa tradução
Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração
Que só quando cruza a Ipiranga e a avenida São João
Quando eu te encarei frente a frente não vi o meu rosto
Chamei de mau gosto o que vi, de mau gosto o mau gosto
É que Narciso acha feio o que não é espelho
E a mente apavora o que ainda não é mesmo velho
Nada do que não era antes quando não somos mutantes
E foste um difícil começo, afasta o que não conheço
E quem vem de outro sonho feliz de cidade
Aprende depressa a chamar-te de realidade
Porque és o avesso do avesso do avesso do avesso
Do povo oprimido nas filas, nas vilas, favelas
Da força da grana que ergue e destrói coisas belas
Da feia fumaça que sobe apagando as estrelas
Eu vejo surgir teus poetas e campos e espaços
Tuas oficinas de florestas, teus deuses da chuva
Panaméricas de áfricas utópicas, túmulo do samba
Mais possível novo quilombo de Zumbi
E os novos baianos passeiam na tua garoa
E os novos baianos te podem curtir numa boa
Zaterdag 30 maart 1985