Dinsdag 30 april 1985
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Sandy
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Dinsdag 30 april 1985
Little Red Riding Hood's Christmas Tree
Little Red Riding Hood's Christmas Tree
Composer(s): E. Dawson; D. Donez; A. Donnelly
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney
All the quaint little folks from Storybook Land
Are happy as they can be
‘Cuz they’ll all be there and they all will share
Little Red Riding Hood’s Christmas Tree
For Little Boy Blue there’s a silver horn
To call the cows from the fields of corn
For Merry King Cole there’s a pipe and bowl
On Little Red Riding Hood’s Christmas Tree
A mama doll for Little Bo Peep
To take the place of her little lost sheep
For Pussy in the Well, there’s something swell
On Little Red Riding Hood’s Christmas Tree
For Cinderella there’s a beautiful dress
A bracelet, and a ring
Hi Diddle Diddle, the cat will play the fiddle
Four and twenty blackbirds are gonna sing
(There’s a) A magic pail for Jack and Jill
They can fall downhill and the water won’t spill
For Goldilocks, there’s a music box
On Little Red Riding Hood’s Christmas Tree
Maandag 29 april 1985
Sandy (Joe Dassin)
Sandy
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Sandy, oh Sandy !
Ensemble on va faire une jolie photo d'amour
Pour deux francs on est unis pour toujours
Sandy, oh Sandy
Tu n'as que huit ans, j'en ai deux mille, mais tu sais
Que si tu m'attends, je t'epouserai
Elles seront sans doute effemeres nos noces de carton
Et celles d'une vie entiere nous les dechirons
Sandy, oh Sandy
J'en ai connu des fêtes qui donnaient sur le neant
On ne sais plus jouer quand on est grand
Sandy...
Avec elle c'est autre chose, ce n'est plus un jeu
Avec elle ce n'est plus un rôle, c'est presque serieux
Sandy, oh Sandy
Petit chaperon rouge, je te donne rendez-vous
Ce soir tu vas croquer le mechant loup
Sandy, Sandy
Ce soir c'est la premiere fois qu'un diable comme moi
Souris a un ange comme toi
Sandy...
Maandag 29 april 1985
Little Donkey
Little Donkey
Composer(s): Eric Boswell
Performer(s): The Beverley Sisters;
and various other artists
Little donkey, little donkey
On the dusty road
Got to keep on plodding onwards
With your precious load
Been a long time, little donkey
Through the winter’s night
Don’t give up now, little donkey
Bethlehem’s in sight
Ring out those bells tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Follow that star tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Little donkey, little donkey
Had a heavy day
Little donkey, carry Mary
Safely on her way
Little donkey, little donkey
Journey's end is near
There are wise men waiting for a
Sign to bring them here
Do not falter, little donkey
There's a star ahead
It will guide you, little donkey
To a cattle shed
Ring out those bells tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Follow that star tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Little donkey, little donkey
Had a heavy day
Little donkey, carry Mary
Safely on her way
Little donkey, carry Mary
Safely on her way
Zondag 28 april 1985
Sandra
Sandra
Performer(s): Barry Manilow
She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missing
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missing
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parking the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missing
And that's how she knows that she missed
Zondag 28 april 1985
Little Christmas Tree (Tish Hinojosa)
Little Christmas Tree
Spanish Title: Arbolito
Composer(s): Tish Hinojosa
Performer(s): Tish Hinojosa
Arbolito this year I am seven
I have freckles, I would let you have them
There comes Mamacita with ornaments
And with lights to dress you
I help her, but she won't leave me with the icicles
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito I'm fifteen years old now
I can almost reach to put your star on
What I wish for Christmas this year is a secret
His name is - Ay mama mira! (Mom, look!)
My sister won't let me have the icicles!
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito, now I'm thirty something
How familiar is our yearly talking
No, mijita(daughter), you put the ornaments
Does it look like Better Homes magazine?
Aw, come on now, they're my icicles!
Zaterdag 27 april 1985
Sandman
Sandman
Composer(s): Dewey Bunnell
Performer(s): America
Ain't it foggy outside
All the planes have been grounded
Ain't the fire inside?
Let's all go stand around it
Funny, I've been there
And you've been here
And we ain't had no time to drink that beer
'Cause I understand you've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned
Ain't the years gone by fast
I suppose you have missed them
Oh, I almost forgot to ask
Did you hear of my enlistment?
Funny, I've been there
And you've been here
And we ain't had no time to drink that beer
'Cause I understand you've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned
Zaterdag 27 april 1985
Little Christmas Tree (Michael Jackson)
Little Christmas Tree
Composer(s): George Clinton; Art Wayne
Performer(s): Michael Jackson
I watch the snow flakes fall
against my window pane
and wonder if you
are watching snow flakes too
I take a walk downtown
to where you used to meet me
theres joy everywhere
but all thats waiting there
is just a little Christmas tree
lookin sorta sad n lonely just like me
noone seems to care
they just went away
and left it standing there
all alone on Christmas Eve
I hear the Christmas bell
the happy people singing
the songs of good cheer
that only brings me tears
I sadly close my eyes
and say a little prayer
you'll be waiting there for me
I look but all I see
is just a little Christmas tree
lookin sorta sad n lonely just like me
noone seems to care
they just went away and left it standing there
all alone on Christmas eve
this is the season of love
but I'm as sad as I can be
why did you have to leave me
oh little Christmas tree
lookin' sorta sad n lonely just like me
noone seems to care
they just went away
and left it standing there
all alone on Christmas Eve
Vrijdag 26 april 1985
Sand In Your Eyes
Sand In Your Eyes
Composer(s): Royston Langdon
Performer(s): Spacehog
When the world died laughing, laughing at you
While others cry hungry you go without food
Still you can see that as the world splits its sides
You're one of a million, just a wandering child
Because something meant something
Nothing to the few
Now heaven doesn't haunt you
And hell's awful
Don't tell me you love me, don't say that I do
'Cause I will believe you, I'll believe you
Now you're hurting but you just can't feel
You've got a chip on your shoulder and your arm won't heal
Sheer paranoia keeps you awake
Makes you hungry, makes you ache
She'll go enroll me, time and again
Well, I could have told you 'cause you're not my friend
Still I will believe you, I'll even lie
For all of your hurting is just sand in my eyes
Like sand in your eyes
But you can't see that with sand in your eyes
You're just one of a million wandering children
Vrijdag 26 april 1985
Little Christmas Stocking With A Hole In The Toe
Little Christmas Stocking With A Hole In The Toe
Performer(s): Cricketones
In the house upon the hill
Hanging on the window sill
Was a little Christmas stocking with a hole in the toe
And when Santa came to call
At the house upon the hill
He saw the Christmas stocking hanging in the candle glow.
Santa chuckled to himself
As he walked across the floor
To the little Christmas stocking with a hole in the toe
And he saw a note was pinned
The the place where it was torn
He read the note
then turned his head
so teardrops would not show
The note said, "Santa I am just a little boy
And I have everything that could bring me yuletide joy
When you fill my stocking, if it should overflow
I won't mind if something pushes through the hole in the toe"
Santa went back to his sled
And he loaded up his pack
Then he went back down the chimney and his heart was oh so glad
And he filled the stocking until no more he could pack
'Cause the note said, "Please, dear Santa
Could you make the gifts for mom & dad?"
Vrijdag 26 april 1985
Light Of The Stable
Light Of The Stable
Composer(s): Steve Rhymer; Elizabeth Rhymer
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris;
and various other artists
Hail hail to the newborn king
Let our voices sing him our praises
Hail hail to the guiding light
That brought us tonight to our Saviour
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Come now where it shines so bright
To the knowing light of the stable
Kneel close to the child so dear
Cast aside your fear and the thankful
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Ale (aleluiah)
Donderdag 25 april 1985
Sand In My Shoes
Sand In My Shoes
Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Victor Schertzinger
Performer(s): Leslie Hutchinson
and multiple other artists
Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana
Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore
Calling me back to you once more
Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana
Dreams of a love I hadn’t the strength to refuse
Darling the sand is in my shoes
Deep in my veins the sensuous strains
Of the soft guitar
Deep in my soul the thunderous roll
Of a tropic sea under the stars,
That was Havana
You are the moonlit mem’ry I can’t seem to lose
That’s why my life’s an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes
Deep in my veins the sensuous strains
Of the soft guitar
Deep in my soul the thunderous roll
Of a tropic sea under the stars,
That was Havana
You are the moonlit mem’ry I can’t seem to lose
That’s why my life’s an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes
Sand in my shoes
Sand from Havana
Donderdag 25 april 1985
Lieber Kleiner Mann
Lieber Kleiner Mann
((French Version: Mon Petit Bonhomme (by Dalida))
Composer(s): E. Hachfeld - G. Motta
Performer(s): Dalida
Lieber kleiner Mann, Du wärst gern ein Mann
Und ich wünsche nur eins allein
Bleib noch lange so klein
Lieber kleiner Mann, schau Dir das Leben an
oft ist es ein gowagtes Spiel, das gewinne, wer will
Die Welt sieht anders aus als ein Spiel im Sonnenschein
Und ich habe Angst um Dich
Vielleicht könnt' Dir bald ein andrer näher sein
Der Dich noch mehr liebt als ich
Die Zeit entflieht bevor man es sieht
Zu spat und ein Traum, ein Traum vergeht
Lieber kleiner Mann
Bald bist Du ein Mann
wo Du alles erfahren musst das Gluck und den Verlust
Lieber kleiner Mann
Keiner hilft Dir dann
keiner wird Dir zur Seite sein, immer bist Du allein
Und wenn erst im Arm eine andere Dich hält
Lässt du meine Hand wohl los
Doch kommst Du zurück
voll Enttäuschung aus der Welt
Dann weinst Du in meinem Schoss
Lieber kleiner Mann
Gehst Du einst von mir
lieber kleiner Mann
Ich verzeihe Dir
Morgen winkt Dir das Leben schon
Singe sein Lied, mein Sohn
Morgen winkt Dir das Leben schon
Tanze den Tanz, mein Sohn Dir gehört die Welt
Woensdag 24 april 1985
San Salvador (Françoise Hardy)
San Salvador - 1970
(aka "Le Souvenir- 1969"; "Amour Défendu" - 1977"
"Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur - 1983"; "La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits - 2008")
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Hugues de Courson; Patrick Modiano
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 1970
Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Forbidden Games
1975 - Quiero
2002 - Romance Of Love
2007 - Tu Nombre
Pendant la nuit
L'hiver est revenu
Dans les rues aujourd'hui
Tous les arbres sont morts
On écoutant la pluie
Tu penses à ce pays
Dont le nom était San Salvador
Tu te souviens
Quand tu fermes les yeux
D'un étrange jardin
D'où montait le matin
Des milliers de parfums
Et des papillons bleus
C'était peut-être San Salvador
San Salvador
Tu répètes ce mot
Comme si tu voulais
Retrouver le reflet
Des crépuscules mauves
Et des gallions du port
Qui revenaient de l'ile au trésor
Tu ne sais plus
Comment y retourner
Qui sait si ce pays
A jamais existé
Si c'était dans tes rêves
Ou dans une autre vie
Que tu as connu San Salvador
San Salvador
Le vent souffle aux carreaux
Dans le bruit de la pluie
Tu entends un écho
Une chanson perdue
Qui te vient d'un pays
Que tu ne reverras jamais plus
Woensdag 24 april 1985
Let's Make A Baby King
Let's Make A Baby King
Composer(s): Jesse Winchester
Performer(s): Wynonna Judd
and multiple other artists
Once upon a Christmas morning
There was a pretty little baby boy
It seems like I remember sadness
Mingling in the joy
For Mary saw the future
And the sadness it would bring
And that's when Mary started crying
When she heard the angels sing
Let’s make a baby king
Let’s make him lord of all
Let’s give him everything
Let’s make a baby king
Now, you remember little king David
He’s the little baby’s kin
He’s cousin to the man named John
And I know you all remember him
And John said, "let's get ready!"
The herald angels sing
‘cause this old world needs to know
The good news that I bring
Let’s make a baby king
Let’s make him lord of all
Let’s give him everything
Let’s make a baby king
Now we could use a revolution
The world is turned upside down
We need a new direction
We’ve got to turn this whole thing around
And we need a lord to guide us
Teach us wrong and right
And we need a lamb to lead us
Into the land of light
Dinsdag 23 april 1985
San Salvador (Bernard Lavilliers)
San Salvador
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Voguant autour des îles de la mer Caraïbe
Les tamtams vaudous firent se lever les vents
Decouvrant des récifs où des corvetes anglaises
Gisaient depuis longtemps dans leurs manteaux de glaise
J'ai oublié le nom de cette île perdue
Où le courant rapide poussa mon bateau noir
J'ai longtemps recherché une terre inconnue
Planquée au fond des eaux de la mer Caraïbe
Si tu vas à San Salvador
Va voir la femme
Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort
Aussi dans les flammes
Elle te dira des mots très forts
Comme les tambours
Qui dansent sur la terre des morts
Juste avant le jour
Aux lisières des forêts, du côté de Belém
Vivait un déserteur légionnaire français
Il tenait un comptoir, il vendait des F.M.
Des vivres, des camions, des femmes, du napalm
Il vivait là tout seul, bouffé de fièvre par l'Équateur
La confiance n'était pas son fort, tout se payait d'avance
Sa conscience était dans un port, chez une femme, en France
Il vivait comme un tigre traqué, tendu et rélax
Ne parlait jamais du passé, même complètement schlass
Si tu vas à San Salvador
Va voir la femme
Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort
Aussi dans les flammes
Elle te dira des mots très forts
Comme les tambours
Qui dansent sur la terre des morts
Juste avant le jour
Enveloppé de chlorophylle et de soleil
Le sable blanc des grandes îles berce le sommeil
Les secrets planqués dans des cases ont des goûts truqués
La nuit tombe comme un couteau sur un condamné
Je ne dis rien des précédents pour toi qui m'écoutes
Mon aventure est dans le vent et dans les écoutes
Le temps n'éponge pas le sang et la terre noire
Porte le deuil des innocents et pour leur mémoire
Si tu vas à San Salvador
Va voir la femme
Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort
Aussi dans les flammes
Elle te dira des mots très forts
Comme les tambours
Qui dansent sur la terre des morts
Juste avant le jour
Quand on n'reste pas dans son trou de la vie à la mort
On prend des rides et puis des coups, aussi des remords
Petite fille de Bahia, tournée vers le large
Attends encore une autre fois, je suis dans la marge
Je cherche toujours l'île perdue dans la Caraïbe
Entre la mort et l'inconnu faible comme une cible
Mais si tu vas à San Salvador
Va voir la femme
Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort
Aussi dans les flammes
Elle te dira des mots très forts
Comme les tambours
Qui dansent sur la terre des morts
Juste avant le jour
Dinsdag 23 april 1985
Let's Have A Patrick Swayze Christmas
Let's Have A Patrick Swayze Christmas
Composer(s): Michael J. Nelson
Performer(s): Mystery Science Theater
Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in
We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin
And Santa can be our regular Saturday night thing
We'll decorate our barstools and gather round and sing
Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year!
Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear!
It's my way or the highway, this Christmas at my ba-ha-haar
I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car!
I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till
I think that that right jolly old elf better make out his will, ohh
Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all
And this can be the haziest...
This can be the laziest...
This can be the Swayziest
Christmas of them aaallllllllll!
Maandag 22 april 1985
La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits
La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits - 2008
(aka "Le Souvenir - 1969"; "San Salvador - 1970"
"Amour Défendu - 1977"; "Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur - 1983")
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Ariane Quatrefages
Performer(s): Patrick Fiori - 2008
Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Forbidden Games
1975 - Quiero
2002 - Romance Of Love
2007 - Tu Nombre
Comme un enfant
Que l'on prend par la main
Et qui soudain comprend
Que son histoire est loin
Qu'il ne sentira plus
La chaleur de ses mains
Se cache dans des jeux incertains
Comme un regard
Dans lequel on retrouve
La douceur des siens
Un ami qui vous ouvre
Son cœur pour sourire à la vie
Et jouer à des jeux interdits
Joue, mon enfant
Comme le ferait le vent
Sur tes cheveux défaits
Grandir prendra du temps
Mettre en terre la vie
Reste un jeu pour les grands
Et toi, Michel, tu n'es qu'un enfant
Cours, ma douceur
Crie pour tes jours de pluie
La guerre a ses horreurs
Que personne n'oublie
Les bercer dans son cœur
C'est un jeu qu'on maudit
Rêve, oublie, ces jeux interdits
Comme une vie
Qui reprend son chemin
Comme un souffle, un repère
Qu'on croyait incertain
L'innocence perdue un beau jour
Nous revient comme la mélancolie
De nos jeux interdits
Maandag 22 april 1985
Les Singes
Les Singes
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1961
Avant eux avant les culs pelés
La fleur l'oiseau et nous étions en liberté
Mais ils sont arrivés et la fleur est en pot
Et l'oiseau est en cage et nous en numéro
Car ils ont inventé prisons et condamnés
Et casiers judiciaires et trous dans la serrure
Et les langues coupées des premières censures
Et c'est depuis lors qu'ils sont civilisés
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Avant eux il n'y avait pas de problème
Quand poussaient les bananes même pendant le Carême
Mais ils sont arrivés bardés d'intolérances
Pour chasser en apôtres d'autres intolérances
Car ils ont inventé la chasse aux Albigeois
La chasse aux infidèles et la chasse à ceux-là
La chasse aux singes sages qui n'aiment pas chasser
Et c'est depuis lors qu'ils sont civilisés
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Avant eux l'homme était un prince
La femme une princesse l'amour une province
Mais ils sont arrivés le prince est un mendiant
La province se meurt la princesse se vend
Car ils ont inventé l'amour qui est un péché
L'amour qui est une affaire le marché aux pucelles
Le droit de courte-cuisse et les mères maquerelles
Et c'est depuis lors qu'ils sont civilisés
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Avant eux il y avait paix sur terre
Quand pour dix éléphants il n'y avait qu'un militaire
Mais ils sont arrivés et c'est à coups de bâtons
Que la raison d'État a chassé la raison
Car ils ont inventé le fer à empaler
Et la chambre à gaz et la chaise électrique
Et la bombe au napalm et la bombe atomique
Et c'est depuis lors qu'ils sont civilisés
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Les singes les singes les singes de mon quartier
Zondag 21 april 1985
Le Souvenir
