Maandag 7 oktober 1985
Se Demora
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Maandag 7 oktober 1985
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/Santa Man
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/Santa Man
Haven Gillespie; J. Fred Coots; Alan Paul
Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's makin' a list
Checkin' it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town...to town
Over there
Santa Claus is comin' so be prepared
Don't you cry or worry
Go and get your stocking hung
Every little thing to do is done
Santa's list of toys is gone, the tree the cue
And don't forget to brush every little one
'Cause soon as your sleepin'
Teeth police will come checkin'
To see if every pearl is glistenin'
Don't be missin' any spot
Or they'll tattle-tale
And Santa he won't come
You're dealin' with toyland springs
When he brings the season joy
With toys and things
But if you go dancin'
Samba through the night
Be warned, beware
Or else you'll scare the hair off of Rudolph
And he'll fly from here
That's a fact and then you'll cry and rave
And wish that you'd behaved
So heed this warning
Before morning comes upon you
Go to sleep and goodnight!
All the boys and girls dream of Toyland
Wish that the snowman soon would play
And they are sure to get their wishes met
When they hear the words we say...
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin' to town
To town!
To town!
Look out old Santa is back - yeah!
Zondag 6 oktober 1985
Se Contenter D'ici Bas
Se Contenter D'ici Bas
Composer(s): Carla Bruni; Julien Clerc; Hervé Brault
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Ça ne se sait pas
Ça ne s'attend pas
Parfois même c'est malgré soi
Ça s'emmêle à nous
Ça se mêle de tout
Ça peut rendre comme fou
Ça ne s'invente pas
Ça ne se ment pas
Ça ne se contrefait pas
Ça ne se vole pas
Ça ne se veut pas
Ça se laisse venir comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça
Si on ne faisait plus que ça
Se contenter d'ici-bas
Et s'il ne restait que ça
S'il n'y avait rien au-delà
Etre heureux maintenant et là
Ça ne s'oublie pas
Ça s'installe en soi
Ça se suffit d'une fois
Ça ne demande pas
Ni même pourquoi
Car ça ne s'explique pas
Ça n'se regrette pas
Ça n'se recherche pas
Ça n's'abandonne pas
Ça n'se retient pas
Ça se frôle du doigt
Ça s'en va et c'est comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça
Si on ne faisait plus que ça
Se contenter d'ici-bas
Et s'il ne restait que ça
S'il n'y avait rien au-delà
Etre heureux maintenant et là
Et s'il ne restait que ça
Si nous n'avions pas le choix
Et si le ciel se trouvait là
S'il n'y avait rien au-delà
Si l'enfer n'existait pas
Et s'il ne restait que ça
Si nos vies se vivaient là
Si tout n'était rien que ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça
Si la réponse était là
Se contenter d'ici-bas
Zondag 6 oktober 1985
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
(Danish & Norwegian Version: Julemand'n Er Kommet Til By'n - 1978; Julenissen Kommer I Kveld)
Composer(s): Fred Coots; Haven Gillespie
First performance: Eddie Cantor - 1934
Covered by multiple other artists
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out
Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Zaterdag 5 oktober 1985
Scusami
Scusami
Composer(s): O. Ferrari; G. Malgoni; A. Perrone
Performer(s): Dalida; Raymond Lefevre & His Orch.
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu'elle te vient de moi
Un peu d'amour l'effacera
Scusami, scusami encore
Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà
Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie
Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix
Si tu savais ce que j'ai de regret
Oublie les jours oublie les heures
Et vient m'ouvrir ton cœur
Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour là
Scusami pardonne-moi
Je donnerai le monde
Pour voir tes yeux sourire une seconde
Et pour que tu répondes à ma prière
Je donnerai le ciel et sa lumière
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu' elle te vient de moi
Un peu d'amour l'effacera
Scusami, scusami encore
Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà
Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie
Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix
Le ciel est bleu au soleil de tes yeux
Oublie ta peine dans mes mains n'attendons pas demain
Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour est là
Scusami pardonne-moi
Scusami pardonne-moi
Zaterdag 5 oktober 1985
Santa Claus Is Back In Town
Santa Claus Is Back In Town
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town
(Christmas, Christmas)
Got no sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back
You’re gonna see me comin’ in a big black Cadillac
Whoa oh it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Hang up your pretty stockings, turn off the light
Santa Claus is comin’ down your chimney tonight
Whoa oh oh oh it’s Christmas time pretty baby (Christmas)
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground
(Christmas, wah wah wah wah wah Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Vrijdag 4 oktober 1985
Screw You, We're From Texas
Screw You, We're From Texas
Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans
And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses
And a mobile phone
I guess I look like some Port Aransas
Dope dealer that's out on bail
Just trying to get home
Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar
Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket
Sometimes we're sloppy
We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery
And locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas baby, so screw you
Now I love the USA
And the other states
Ahh, they're OK
Texas is the place I wanna be
And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway
Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's, and John T's
Country Store
We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me
And so many more
So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you
Sing it with me
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you!
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation
Because of what happened in Dallas and Waco
And our corporations well they are corrupt
And the politicians are swindlers and loco
But when it comes to music my friend
I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelator's
Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was
And no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators
So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you!
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas Screw you
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas Screw you
We're from Texas Screw you...
Vrijdag 4 oktober 1985
Santa Claus (I Still Believe In You)
Santa Claus (I Still Believe In You)
Composer(s): Greg Fowler; Linda Gentry;
Teddy Gentry; John Jarrard; Randy Owen
Performer(s): Alabama
You always come around this time of year
With your big ol' bag that's full of Christmas cheer
And when it starts to snow the little boys and girls all know
Soon they'll hear the sounds of your reindeer
Now sometimes grownups grow up to believe
That you don't really come on Christmas Eve
But I don't think that's true 'cause I know I've seen you
In sparking little eyes around the tree
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you
There's still a kid inside of me that still believes you're true
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight
The hour has arrived, it's time to play ol' Santa Clause tonight
Well I don't see how anybody could ever doubt that there really is a Santa Clause
Especially if they've ever seen a little boy who's just got his very first bike
Or if they've ever seen a little girl with her arms wrapped around her baby doll so tight
And both of 'em waking up Mama and Daddy way before daylight
And Grandma and Grandpa just lookin' young and lovin' life
'Cause they know that their grandkids gonna be alright
And Mama and Daddy, they'll be waitin' up to answer ol' Santa's call
'Cause tonight they're not worried about payin' bills
Lord, they're just lovin' it all!
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you
There's still a kid in all of us that still believes you're true
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are sleepin' tight
We're turnin' out the lights and I'll be waiting up for you tonight
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight
Santa Claus, turnin' out the lights
Oh Santa Claus, ummmmmmmmmmmm
I still believe in you
Donderdag 3 oktober 1985
Scream Louder
Scream Louder
Composer(s): Janet Jackson; Michael Jackson; James Harris III; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson
(Michael)
Tired of injustice
Tired of the scheme
Life is disgustin'
So what does it mean, debbie
You kick to me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks, debbie
(Janet)
Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls but ya
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight
(Michael)
With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet)
Make you wanna scream
(Michael)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both)
Somebody please have mercy
'cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
(Michael)
Tired of tellin' you the story your way
It's causin' confusion
You think it's okay, debbie
(Janet)
Keep changin' the rules
While can't playin' the game
I can't take it much longer
I think I might go insane
(Michael)
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet)
Make you wanna scream
(Michael)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both)
Oh father, please have mercy
cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop fuckin' with me
Make me wanna scream
(Janet)
Oh my god, can't believe what I saw
as I turned on the
(Michael)
All the injustice
(News man)
A man has been brutally beaten to death by
police after
(Michael)
With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet)
Make me wanna scream
(Michael)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both)
Oh brother please have mercy
cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream
Donderdag 3 oktober 1985
Santa Claus Got Stuck In My Chimney
Santa Claus Got Stuck In My Chimney
Composer(s): William Hardy Jr.; Billy Moore
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; Lisa Nicole Carson
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
Stuck in my chimney, stuck in the chimney
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
When he came last year
There he was in middle of the chimney
Roly-poly, fat and round
There he was in middle of the chimney
Not quite up and not quite down
Santa please come back to my chimney
Back to my chimney, back
Santa please come back to my chimney
You can come back here
Cause baby, made a brand new chimney
Just for you this year!
Santa, come on back!
Woensdag 2 oktober 1985
Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires)
Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires)
((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Maurice Tézé
Performer(s): Sacha Distel - 1959
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida)
1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
La rencontrant chez des amis
Je lui dis: Mademoiselle
Que faites-vous donc dans la vie
Eh bien répondit-elle
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ...
Pommes?... (pommes)
Poires?... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
On a dansé toute la nuit
Puis au jour, on est partis
Chez moi... discuter de l'amour
De l'amour... et des fruits...
Comm' elle se trouvait bien, chez moi
Aussitôt elle s'installa
Et le soir, en guis' de dîner
Elle me faisait manger
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah...
Pommes?... (pommes)
Poires?... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
Ca n'pouvait pas durer longtemps
Car les fruits, c'est comme l'amour
Faut en user modérément
Sinon... ça joue des tours
Quand je lui dis: Faut se quitter...
Aussitôt elle s'écria
Mon pauvre ami, des typ's comm' toi
On en trouv' par milliers...
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah...
Pommes?... (pommes)
Poires?... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
La leçon que j'en ai tirée
Est facile à deviner
Célibatair' vaut mieux rester
Plutôt que de croquer
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah...
Pommes?... (pommes)
Poires?... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah!
La rencontrant chez des amis
Je lui dis: Mademoiselle
Que faites-vous donc dans la vie
Eh bien répondit-elle
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ...
Pommes? ... (pommes)
Poires? ... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
On a dansé toute la nuit
Puis au jour, on est partis
Chez moi... discuter de l'amour
De l'amour... et des fruits ...
Comm' elle se trouvait bien, chez moi
Aussitôt elle s'installa
Et le soir, en guis' de dîner
Elle me faisait manger
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ...
Pommes? ... (pommes)
Poires? ... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
Ca n'pouvait pas durer longtemps
Car les fruits, c'est comme l'amour
Faut en user modérément
Sinon... ça joue des tours
Quand je lui dis: Faut se quitter...
Aussitôt elle s'écria
Mon pauvre ami, des typ's comm' toi
On en trouv' par milliers ...
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ...
Pommes? ... (pommes)
Poires? ... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
La leçon que j'en ai tirée
Est facile à deviner
Célibatair' vaut mieux rester
Plutôt que de croquer
Je vends des pommes, des poires
Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ...
Pommes? ... (pommes)
Poires? ... (poires)
Et des Scoubidoubi-ou
Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah
Scoubidoubi-ou Ah!
Woensdag 2 oktober 1985
Santa Can't Stay
Santa Can't Stay
Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Cold tears fall from his eyes
As he turns into the night and walks away
Lucille runs outside
Just to see if there might be a sleigh
Little Bobby stares down
At the plate where cookies still lay
And tries to understand
Why momma said Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay
Said she told him that twice yesterday
Then a car just like Dad's
Pulled out and drove away
After momma said Santa couldn't stay
They both heard him coming
Saw Mom run down the hall and holler wait
Doug you're drunk don't come inside
I'm not joking I've had all this I can take
He threw a present really hard
That almost hit Mom's new boyfriend Ray
And yelled ho-ho lucky for you she's here
And said that Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay
Said she told him that twice yesterday
Then a car just like Dad's
Pulled out and drove away
After momma said Santa couldn't stay
Dinsdag 1 oktober 1985
Scoubidou
Scoubidou
((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida)
Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou
Io l'incontrai ad un cocktail
Lui mi chiese Mademoiselle
Che cosa fa per vivere
E cosi' riposi allor
'Io vendo pere e mele' e poi scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e poi scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou
Danzammo insieme al cabaret
E fino all'alba delle tre
Parlando sempre con calor di frutta e dell'amor
Con lui assai bene mi trovai
Ed in casa mi installai
Ma pranzo cena e a desinar gli davo da mangiar
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou
Qualunque cosa a esagerar
Finirebbe per stancar
Le frutta rendon con l'amor più deboli di cuor
Mi disse alfine di partir
Ed io finsi di svenir
Ma lui grido' non son per me i tipi come te
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou
scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Adamo ed Eva al mondo inter
Han svelato già il mister
E meglio sempre soli star piuttosto che mangiar
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a
Dinsdag 1 oktober 1985
Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me)
Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me)
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius; Aaron Schroeder
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
I don't need a lot of presents
To make my Christmas bright
I just need my baby's arms
Wound around me tight
Uh-ho, Santa hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
The Christmas tree is ready
The candles all aglow
But with my Baby far away
What good is mistletoe
Uh-ho, Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry
Well the time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Unless my Baby's here
Don't fill my sock with candy
Or no bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy
And fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
Please make these reindeer hurry
Well the time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Unless my Baby's here
Don't you fill my sock with candy
Or no bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
(Santa, bring my Baby back)
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me
Maandag 30 september 1985
Äpfel Und Birnen
Äpfel Und Birnen
((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Michael
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959
Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
Am rond-point sprach ein mann mich an
Als ich mein Büro verliess
Und fragt ob ich ihm sagen kann
Was isst man in Paris
Am liebsten Äpfel und Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel birnen birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Der Vorschlag schien ihm originell
Und hat ihn so interessiert
Dass er mich darauf ganz formell
Am abend ausgeführt
In einem netten restaurant
Hat er mein menü erprobt
Das er ganz ausgezeichnet fand
Und nun begeistert lobt
Wie schön sind Äpfel und Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou
Und weil es ihm so herrlich schmeckt
Macht er täglich diese kur
Bis er dann voller schreck entdeckt
Es schadet der figur
Es sei ja ab und zu ganz schön
Wenn man süss früchte hat
Doch müsse er mir eingestehn
Auch früchte machen satt
Nicht immer Äpfel und Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Scoubidoubidou-a, scoubidoubidou-a
Scoubidoubidou - aha
Maandag 30 september 1985
Santa Baby
Santa Baby
Composer(s): Joan Javits; Tony Springer; Philip Springer
First release by: Eartha Kitt - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Zondag 29 september 1985
Scotch And Soda
Scotch And Soda
Composer(s): Dave Guard
First release by: The Kingston Trio - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Scotch and soda, mud in your eye
Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my
Do I feel high
Dry martini, jigger of gin
Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my
Do I feel high
People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my
Do I feel high
People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
and still be on the wagon
All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin', baby
I feel high
Zondag 29 september 1985
Paris (Bernard Lavilliers)
Paris
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
J'adore le ciel de Paris
J'adore cette fille de bandit
Qui se balade en guêpière
Quand je retourne en enfer
Mon capital de bas noirs
Tu changes de fille tous les soirs
Et dans les bulles de cristal
Me balances les fleurs du mal
Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Ma capitale de douleur
Vienne la nuit, sonne l'heure
Un rouge baiser, un miroir
Tout redevient provisoire
Paris, t'as des yeux gris-bleus
T'es plutôt brune à mes yeux
Entre Desnos et Prévert
Tu choisis Apollinaire
Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Je t'aime, ma fille de faubourg
Avec tes chansons d'amour
Je t'aime, vipère du trottoir
Plumant le micheton dans le noir
Mon ange exterminateur
T'es dure avec le malheur
Tu fais de cadeaux à personne
Et là, Paris, tu déconnes
Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Paris, j'veux pas qu'on t'épouse
Reste infidèle et jalouse
Paris, tu ressembles à personne
Zondag 29 september 1985
Santa's On His Way
Santa's On His Way
Composer(s): Dave Anthony; Bill Phillips
Performer(s): George Strait;
Kitty Wells; Bob Wills
Christmas is always my favorite time of year
Sleighbell’s ringin’ jingle lingin’
Christmas time is near
Can’t wait to build a snowman
And play outside all day
Nothing could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way
Christmas time is always
A special time of year
A time for joy and happiness
And lots of Christmas cheer
Can’t wait to decorate the tree
That we brought home today
Nothin’ could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way
Christmas time is always
A special time of year
A time for joy and happiness
And lots of Christmas cheer
So have a very Merry Christmas
And a jolly happy day
Nothin’ could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way
Santa’s on his way
Santa’s on his way
Zaterdag 28 september 1985
Scorn Not His Simplicity
