Maandag 7 december 1987
Ton Nom (Fud Leclerc)
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Maandag 7 december 1987
Je Ne Suis Pas Guéri De Mes Années D'enfance
Je Ne Suis Pas Guéri De Mes Années D'enfance
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je ne suis pas guéri de mes années d'enfance
Qui viennent me hanter chaque jour un peu plus
Quand revivent en moi des voix qui se sont tues
Et me serrent la gorge et blessent mes silences
Je ne suis pas guéri de mes années d'enfance
Et je n'ai pas trouvé de remède à ce mal
Dont ma mémoire exsangue est le lit d'hôpital
Sur lequel mon passé cherche sa survivance
Et je perçois au coeur le poignard de l'absence
Revoyant mes parents en me tenant la main
Tous les hommes sont nés pour rester orphelins
Hier à peine est vécu, que déjà c'est demain
Je ne suis pas guéri de mes années d'enfance
Au jardin de mon coeur il est des coins secrets
Dont les roses d'hier ne se fanent jamais
Où l'ai est si doux que j'y prends mes vacances
J'ai le mal du passé, mal du temps qui avance
Les chemins de ma vie sont jalonnés de croix
Et lorsque je regarde ému derrière moi
Les images se figent et s'estompent parfois
Je ne suis pas guéri de mes années d'enfance
D'ailleurs je le pourrais que je ne le veux pas
Tant j'aime, les yeux clos, revenir sur mes pas
Et remonter le cours fou de mon existence
Jusqu'aux années d'enfance
Zondag 6 december 1987
Silver Dagger
Silver Dagger
Composer(s): Traditional; Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
and multiple other artists
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride
All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies
The very next evening, they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged
Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life
Zondag 6 december 1987
Pas De Chance
Pas De Chance
Composer(s): Francis Lopez; Raymond Vincy
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Dès ma naissance
Dans l'existence
Je n'ai jamais été gâté
Je me souviens même
Que à mon baptême
Marraine m'a laissé tomber
Et j'ai failli me noyer tout petiot
Au fond des fonds baptismaux
En premier communiant
J'étais très élégant
Mais j'avais mal au dents
Pas d'chance
Si bien que sur mon piano
Il y a toujours cette photo
Où j'ai l'air d'un idiot
Pas d'chance
A mon certificat
J'ai copié sur un gars
qui se trompait déjà
Pas d'chance
Plus tard au régiment
J'ai fait le mur en sautant
Sur le dos de l'Adjudant
Pas d'chance
Au ministère
Comme secrétaire
Le jour où j'ai débuté
Pas très à l'aise
J'offris une chaise
A la femme du Député
C'était la chaise qui avait un pied cassé
C'est moi que l'on a remplacé
On me pris par faveur
Comme garçon d'ascenseur
Mais cela me donnait mal au cœur
Pas d'chance
Comme chauffeur de taxi
J'aurais bien réussi
Mais j'étais trop poli
Pas d'chance
Des malheurs de ma vie
J'ai fait une poésie
Mais tout le monde en a rit
Pas d'chance
Mes peintures sans efforts
Se vendront à prix d'or
Mais quand je serai mort
Pas d'chance
Au fond je me plains comme cela
Puis je devrais être heureux
Parce que je suis amoureux
Mais seulement, il faudrait l'être à deux
Pas d'chance
Oh, puis après tout
Quand on a tout raté
A quoi bon insister
Il n'y a plus que à se répéter
Pas d'chance
Je m'en fiche pas mal, moi
Comme je suis poète
Parfois dans ma tête
J'imagine le train du bonheur
Qui passe à toute vapeur
Avec ses voyageurs qui dansent
Seulement ce petit train si joli
Il ne s'arrête jamais ici
C'est peut être un oubli
Tant pis
Pas d'chance, hein...
Zaterdag 5 december 1987
Tipi-Tii
Tipi-Tii
First performance by: Marion Rung - 1962
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, kevät on vallaton
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, lintunen kertoi sen
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, etsimään riennetään
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, armahin kummankin
Kuorolaulu kun lauletaan, tässä kumpikin oksallaan
Saame kauemmas kuulumaan, kutsun rakkauden
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, pesänkin rakensin
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, tule vain armahain
Kevät siivin iloisin, liihoittelee meillekin
Pyöritellen tullessaan, aurinkoista vannettaan
La la la... la la la...
La la la... la la la la...
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii
Kuorolaulu kun lauletaan, tässä kumpikin oksallaan
Saame kauemmas kuulumaan, kutsun rakkauden
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, pesänkin rakensin
Tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii, tule vain armahain
Kevät on vallaton, tipi-tii, tipi, tipi, tipi-tii
Tule vain mun armahain
Tipi-tii
Zaterdag 5 december 1987
Pas De Boogie Woogie
Pas De Boogie Woogie
Composer(s): Martine Layng Jr.; Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Florent Pagny
Le pape a dit que l'acte d'amour
Sans être marié, est un péché
Cette nouvelle il me faut l'annoncer
À ma paroisse: je suis curé
J'ai pris une dose de whisky
Afin de préparer mon sermon.
Je n'ai pas fermé l'œil de la nuit
Je me posais bien trop de questions
Au petit matin, Dieu m'est apparu
Et il m'a donné la solution
Aussitôt, vers l'église, j'ai couru
Parler à mes fidèles sur ce ton
"Mes biens chers frères, mes biens chères sœurs
Reprenez avec moi tous en cœur
Pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Ne faîtes pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Maintenant l'amour est devenu péché mortel
Ne provoquez pas votre Père Eternel
Pas de boogie woogie avant vos prières du soir"
Puis j'ai réclamé le silence
Afin d'observer les réactions
Sur certains visages de l'assistance
Se reflétait surtout l'indignation
Quant aux autres, visiblement obtus
Sachant qu'ils n'avaient rien compris
Ils me demandèrent de faire à nouveau
Le sermon du boogie woogie
"Mes biens chers frères, mes biens chères sœurs
Reprenez avec moi tous en cœur
Pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Ne faîtes pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Maintenant l'amour est devenu péché mortel
Ne provoquez pas votre Père Eternel
Pas de boogie woogie avant vos prières du soir"
Maintenant, tout est fait, tout est dit
Mais mes fidèles sont partis
Dieu, je reste seul dans ta maison
J'en ai l'air, mais le dire, à quoi bon?
Si ton pape m'a fait perdre l'affaire
J'irais tout droit, tout droit en enfer
Mais j'essaierai encore à la messe de midi
Le sermon du boogie woogie
"Mes biens chers frères, mes biens chères sœurs
Reprenez avec moi tous en cœur
Pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Ne faîtes pas de boogie woogie avant de faire vos prières du soir
{boogie woogie, pas de boogie woogie}
Maintenant l'amour est devenu péché mortel
Ne provoquez pas votre Père Eternel
Pas de boogie woogie avant vos prières du soir"
Vrijdag 4 december 1987
Silver Bird
Silver Bird
Performer(s): Mark Lindsay
Get aboard the silver bird, departing gate 19
Satisfy your Walter Mitty mind, tryin' out a dream
Your sign is capricorn and every corner of your mind
Says you'll remain my friend, my friend until you're mine
Silver bird, fly my lady away
Silver bird, take her over the bay
Silver bird, give my lady a ride
And let her go see what's on the other side
Silver bird, fly my lady away
Pretty bird, today is the day
Lone rangers and strangers will knock at her door
But I know my babys' no baby no more
Silver bird, fly my lady away
Pretty bird, today is the day
When you come home my crazy heart will greet those silver wings
Your pet dog will remember you, and I'll carry your things
We'll catch a runnin' make-up, and you will look just fine
And you'll remain my friend, my friend until you're mine
Silver bird, fly my lady away
Silver bird, take her over the bay
Silver bird, give my lady a ride
And let her go see what's on the other side
Silver bird, fly my lady away
Pretty bird, today is the day
Vrijdag 4 december 1987
Party With No Name
Party With No Name
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees
Let's get started
Move in for the kill
So sincere
I'm here to bend your will
A man without a face
I give you love you've never known
We can hold each other, sight unseen
Touchin' on our darkest dream
You can wish for something bad
Lovers' lips you never had
All she wants is your love
All she wants is your love
(chorus)
We're the party with no name
And we go from flame to flame
We've got one claim to fame
We're the party with no name
Make those footsteps to the floor
You can't see us anymore
Ain't no time for the shame
For the party with no name
Easy money
Get yourself a job
It's my invitation
Been alone too long
A soul without a space
A party with no mane
Truth is there, but she don't see
Her life is just a mystery
I'd give her more than I could give
I'd even die that she could live
All she wants is your love
All she wants is your love
(chorus)
We're the party with no name
And we go from flame to flame
We've got one claim to fame
We're the party with no name
All she wants is your love
All she wants is your love
Repeat chorus
Donderdag 3 december 1987
Al Di Là
Al Di Là
(English Version: Al Di La - 1962)
Composer(s): Mogol; Carlo Donida Labati
First release by: Luciano Tajoli - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Non credevo possibile
Se potessero dire queste parole
Al di lá del bene più prezioso, ci sei tu
Al di lá del sogno più ambizioso, ci sei tu
Al di lá delle cose più belle
Al di lá delle stelle, ci sei tu
Al di lá, ci sei tu per me, per me, soltanto per me
Al di lá del mare più profondo, ci sei tu
Al di lá de i limiti del mondo, ci sei tu
Al di lá della volta infinita, al di la della vita
Ci sei tu, al di la, ci sei tu per me
La la la la la...
La la la...
(Ci sei tu...)
(Ci sei tu...)
Donderdag 3 december 1987
Party Till The Cows Come Home
Party Till The Cows Come Home
Composer(s): Elvin Bishop; Steve Miller
Performer(s): Elvin Bishop; Albert Castiglia
Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinkin' half gallons and shoutin' for more
Take off your shoes and let yourself go
We're never gonna let these good times go
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll ...
We got all the chicken and ribs you can eat
We got good time music and dancin' feet
We're gonna turn up the music as loud as we please
We'll be so high we can hardly see
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Ah, let it roll ...
Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinking half gallons like never before
You gotta take off your shoes Mama let yourself go
Tonight we're gonna let these good times roll
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll ... Let it roll ... Let it roll ...
(Repeat last two lines)
Woensdag 2 december 1987
Al Di La
Al Di La
(Italian Version: Al Di Là - 1961)
Composer(s): Mogol; Carlo Donida Labati; Ervin Drake
Performer(s): Connie Francis - 1962
and multiple other artists
Al di la, means you are far above me, very far
Al di la, as distant as the lovely evening star
Where you walk flowers bloom
When you smile all the gloom turns to sunshine
And my heart opens wide
When you're gone it fades inside and seems to have died
Al di la, I wondered as I drifted where you were
Al di la, the fog around me lifted, there you were
In the kiss that I gave was the love I had saved for a lifetime
Then I knew all of you was completely mine
Woensdag 2 december 1987
Party Party
Party Party
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
We're gonna drink enough tonight to drown the average army
By New Year's Day the next door neighbour will be goin' barmy
(yep, that's how it's spelled)
The milkman arrives at midday with his usual wisecrack
Who knows a girl with Wednesday legs so when's they gonna snap?
Chorus:
Why does everybody have to be so hale and hearty
Can't they see we're tryin' to have a party party party party
The last thing I remember I was talkin' to some fellas
Then she said she'd have a word for me with her good-looking mate
And handed me a pint-pot filled with Advocaat and Tizer
And I woke up in the flowerbed fearing fertilizer
Chorus
So shift yourself and shake your bod
You got bullet proof insurance from fire, flood and Act of God
You got to learn from your mistakes
When you got a face like last week's Cornflakes
The doors and the window frames are by Pablo Picasso
The party decorations owned by Michelangelo
The fine music that you hear is by Stravinsky
with overall design by Leonardo daVinci
Chorus
So shift yourself and shake your bod
You got bullet proof insurance from fire, flood and Act of God
You got to learn from your mistakes
When you got a face like last week's Cornflakes
Two boys are upstairs in your bed
Three girls are downstairs cryin'
The Alka Seltzer in the glass is roarin' like a lion
You think you've aged 10 years tonight and still never been kissed
So you overdose on aftershave and try to slash your wrist
Chorus
Dinsdag 1 december 1987
Silly Thing
Silly Thing
Composer(s): Paul Cook; Steve Jones
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols
What you see, you can get
Nothing's free, nothing's said
Don't be fooled by the signs
Don't read in between the lines
What you're gonna say
What you're gonna do
Now you've missed out once again
But I thought you knew
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You really gone and done it now
Trouble here, trouble there
People stop just to stare
What's the use of wasting time
Just move on, leave 'em all behind
What you're gonna say
What you're gonna do
Now you've missed out once again
But I thought you knew
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Can't you ever depend
On someone you call a friend
When you see the naked eyes
You don't even ask 'em why
You don't even ask 'em why
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Dinsdag 1 december 1987
Party Line
Party Line
Composer(s): Ray Davies; Dave Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks
(Hello, who’s that speaking, please?)
I’m on a party line
Wonderin’ all the time
Who’s on the other end?
Is she big, is she small?
Is she a she at all?
Who’s on my party line?
Wish I had a more direct connection
This party line was here when I arrived
And I’m not voting in the next election
If they don’t do something about finding out
The person who is on my party line
I’m on a party line
I’m on a party line
I can’t speak without an interception
This is private, please get off my line
Please tell me when I can have my privacy
I’d like to meet the girl who’s always talking
When I’m speaking on my party line
Wish I had a more direct connection
This party line was here when I arrived
And I’m not voting in the next election
If they don’t do something about finding out
The person who is on my party line
Maandag 30 november 1987
Are You Sure?
Are You Sure?
Composer(s): Bob Allison; John Allison
First performance by: The Allisons - 1961
Goodbye, goodbye
farewell, farewell
I'm not sure what to do
So long, so long
Au revoir, au revoir
it's hard but I'll pull through
Are you sure you won't be sorry?
Comes tomorrow, you won't want me
Back again to hold you tightly?
Now are you sure
it's not your foolish heart?
That you won't grieve
if we're to be apart?
You will see, as time goes by
We'll grow lonely, you and I
Dreaming of each other
And we'll cry
Goodbye, goodbye
Farewell, farewell
I'm not sure what to do
So long, so long
Au revoir, au revoir
It's hard but I'll pull through
Are you sure you won't be sorry?
Comes tomorrow, you won't want me
Back again to hold you tightly?
Just stop and think
It's your decision now
For you're the one
Who went and broke the vow
You'll be sorry, wait and see
Spend your life in misery
Wishing that
You had returned to me
Goodbye, goodbye
Farewell, farewell
What is there to live for?
Before you go
just think now, are you sure?
Are you sure you won't be sorry?
Comes tomorrow, you won't want me
Back again to hold you tightly
In my arms?
Maandag 30 november 1987
Party Lights
Party Lights
Composer(s): Claudine Clark
Performer(s): Claudine Clark;
and various other artists
(Party lights, I see the party lights)
Pa-a-a-a-a-r-ty
(They're red and blue and green)
Li-i-ghts
(Everybody in the crowd is there)
Mama, I wanna go, go, go
(Please let me make the scene)
Go, go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mama, Mama)
Well, Mama dear, oh, tell me, do you hear
They're partying tonight
I tell you, I can't sleep, because across the street
Oh-oh-ooh, I see the party lights
I see the lights, I see the party lights
They're red and blue and green
Oh, everybody in the crowd is there
But you won't let me make the scene
Well, Mama dear, oh look-a here, oh dear
There goes Mary Lou
I see Tommy and Joe, oh-oh, and Betty and Sue
Oh-oh-oh-oh, there goes my boyfriend too
I see the lights, I see the lights, I see the party lights
They're red and blue and green
Oh, everybody in the crowd is there
But you won't let me make the scene
Ah, listen to the party, Mama
Hey, Mama dear, a-look-a here, oh dear
I'm feeling, oh, so blue
They're doin' the twist, the fish, the mashed potatoes too
I'm here a-lookin' at you
I see the lights, I see the lights, I see the party lights
They're red and blue and green
Why, everybody in the crowd is there
But you won't let me make the scene
They're doin' the fish, they're doin' the twist
The watusi, the mashed potatoes
I see the lights, I see the lights
They're doin' the bop, I wanna go
(Mama, Mama, Mama)
I wanna go, I wanna go
(I see the lights, I see the party lights)
I wanna go, I see the lights ........
Zondag 29 november 1987
Silly Me
Silly Me
Composer(s): Ben Weisman; Roberts Etoll
Performer(s): Reba McEntire
Funny how love comes and goes
With the tears that fill my life, does it show
So listen to my heart beat once again
Because of you I hope this feeling never ends
Silly me, I fell in love again
We started out as friends
You'd think I would have learned
From the hurt before
Foolish me, should I have closed the door
Promised, even swore
To never love this way
Oh, foolish me
They say that love's a chance you take
You know I've had my share
But when the nights get oh, so cold
I need you there
They say that love's a chance you take
You know I've had my share
But when the nights get oh, so cold
I need you there
Silly me, I fell in love again
We started out as friends
You'd think I would have learned
Oh, foolish me
Silly me
Zondag 29 november 1987
Party Is A Groovy Thing
Party Is A Groovy Thing
Performer(s): People's Choice
Hey hey (You know what I mean)
Party ...
Hey hey
Party is a groovy thing
Hey hey, now
Party (all right)
Party is a groovy thing
Let me tell you woman
That I, I truly believe
We don't need nobody
Beside you and me
Kick off your shoes
Take and turn down the lights
Get yourself a-ready
And party all night
Let's have a party (Hey Hey)
Party is groovy thing
Party (Oowwww)
Party is a groovy thing
Heeeyyyy
I know, I know
That you got soul
I'm a partyin' man
I want to gi' you some more
And hey hey, tell you the truth
Going to turn you every
Doggone way but loose
Let's have a party
Party is groovy thing (Hey hey now)
Party
Party is a groovy thing
Everything gonna take a flame
When you get to groovin'
And callin' my name
Oh my, how you turn me on
You look better to me
Hey and fuelin' me on
Let's have a party (hey hey)
Party is a groovy thing (yeah, yeah)
Party
Party is a groovy thing
Wanna love you up
From your head to your feet
Do it up baby
And party all week
When you get to groovin' and
Callin' my name
Don't worry 'bout it
'Cause I'm takin your blame
Let's have a party (yeah, Lord)
Party is a groovy thing
Party (Yow, git it)
Party is a groovy thing
(Party, Party is groovy thing)
Well, I know that you got soul
I'm a partyin' man
Got to give you some more
Tell you the truth
Gonna turn you every
Doggone way but loose
Zaterdag 28 november 1987
Nous Les Amoureux
Nous Les Amoureux
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin; Jacques Datin
First performance by: Jean-Claude Pascal - 1961
Nous les amoureux
On voudrait nous séparer
On voudrait nous empêcher
D'être heureux
Nous les amoureux
Il paraît que c'est l'enfer
Qui nous guette
Ou bien le fer
Et le feu
C'est vrai, les imbéciles et les méchants
Nous font du mal, nous jouent des tours
Pourtant rien n'est plus évident
Que l'amour
Nous les amoureux
Nous ne pouvons rien contre eux
Ils sont mille et l'on est deux
Les amoureux
Mais l'heure va sonner
Des nuits moins difficiles
Et je pourrai t'aimer
Sans qu'on en parle en ville
C'est promis
C'est écrit
Nous les amoureux
Le soleil brille pour nous
Et l'on dort sur les genoux
Du bon Dieu
Nous les amoureux
Il nous a donné le droit
Au bonheur et à la joie
D'être deux
Alors, les sans-amour, les mal-aimés,
Il faudra bien nous acquitter
Vous qui n'avez jamais été
Condamnés
Nous les amoureux
Nous allons vivre sans vous
Car le ciel est avec nous
Les amoureux
Zaterdag 28 november 1987
Party Heart
