Woensdag 6 januari 1988
Solhverv
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Woensdag 6 januari 1988
Simon Crutchfield's Grave
Simon Crutchfield's Grave
Composer(s): Damon Black
Performer(s): The Wilburn Brothers
and multiple other artists
I remember very well a tale my Daddy used to tell
About ol' Simon Crutchfield and his friends
Now Mary was his pretty wife
And they loved every breath of life
Before they took ol' Riley Harper in
Now Simon plowed and worked the fields
And Mary cooked their meals
And Riley kept and eye out on the plains
Still no one knew just when this episode came to an end
They only knew of Simon Crutchfield's grave
Mary Crutchfield, you should be ashamed
Get on your knees and pray your soul be saved
Riley Harper, if the devil is to blame
Why can't you drive by Simon Crutchfield's grave?
In the year of 1864 a blizzard blew across the moor
All the crops were snowed out, none were saved
And the only way to get to town
Was a wagon road that wound around
Through the woods by Simon Crutchfield's grave
Now some folks say that they layed there
At least six months or more
Before an old fur trapper found their bones
He claimed they wrote their epitaph upon the cabin door
Just as it reads today on marble stone
Mary Crutchfield, here lies Mary Crutchfield
She betrayed the love that Simon gave
Riley Harper, here lies Riley Harper
'Cause he couldn't drive by Simon Crutchfield's grave
Woensdag 6 januari 1988
S.O.S. (Agnetha Fältskog)
S.O.S.
((English & French Versions: S.O.S. (by ABBA); S.O.S. (by Marie) - 1975))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - 1975
Var är den lycka som jag en gång drömde om?
Du har förändrat dej och är så långt från mej
Var är dom känslor som du haft?
Hur har det blivit så?
Du är en främling nu, finns någon hjälp att få?
Säg, vem kan svara och vem kan förklara? S.O.S.!
Var är min kära som var mej så nära? S.O.S.!
Vem är du, som jag nu inte känner igen?
Var är han, denne man som en gång var min vän?
Den stora kärleken, vart tog den vägen sen?
Hur gick den melodin som var så spröd och fin?
Fast vi kan gå bredvid varann
Så är du långt från mej
Och mina känslor dom når inte fram till dej
Säg, vem kan svara och vem kan förklara? S.O.S.!
Var är min kära som var mej så nära? S.O.S.!
Vem är du, som jag nu inte känner igen?
Var är han, denne man som en gång var min vän?
Säg, vem kan svara och vem kan förklara? S.O.S.!
Var är min kära som var mej så nära? S.O.S.!
Vem är du, som jag nu inte känner igen?
Var är han, denne man som en gång var min vän?
Varför ska du och jag som två främlingar gå?
Var är han, denne man som jag älskade så?
Dinsdag 5 januari 1988
Vielleicht Geschieht Ein Wunder
Vielleicht Geschieht Ein Wunder
First performance by: Carmela Corren - 1963
Vielleicht geschieht ein Wunder
Und dieses Wunder kann nur die Liebe sein
Doch wenn's kein Wunder gibt
Bleib' ich allein
Manchmal ist so leer und so trübe der Tage Lauf
Aber ich vertrau' auf die Liebe und geb' nicht auf
Vielleicht geschieht ein Wunder
Und dieses Wunder kann nur die Liebe sein
Doch wenn's kein Wunder gibt
Bleib' ich allein
Sometimes days are lonely and glum, so alone am I
Oh Lord, bring my love back to me, I'm so lonesome inside
Who knows what comes tomorrow
Maybe it's sorrow, maybe it's happiness
Maybe a dream comes true or maybe it's you
Ja da da di da ... ja da da di da da ...
Doch wenn's kein Wunder gibt
Bleib' ich allein
Dinsdag 5 januari 1988
'S Wonderful
'S Wonderful
From "An American in Paris"
Composer(s): Georges & Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Gene Kelly;
and various other artists
's Wonderful, 's marvellous
that you should care for me
's Awful nice, 's paradise, 's what I love to see
You made my life so glamorous; you can't blame me for feeling amorous
's Wonderful, 's marvelous, that you should care for me
C'est magnifique, 't is what I seek, that you should care for me
C'est elegant, 't is what I want, 't is what I long to see
My dear, it's four leaf clover time, from now on my heart's working overtime
's Exceptional, no bagatelle, that you should care for me
Maandag 4 januari 1988
Similau
Similau
Composer(s): Arden Clar; Harry Coleman
Performer(s): Peggy Lee
and multiple other artists
I Similau, I Similau, I Similau, I Similau)
Spirit in the wood beat the hollow cane
Spirit in the wood take away the pain
Make the body ripe and alive again
I Similau (I Similau, I Similau)
Spirit in the heart make the blood flow fast
Spirit in the heart make the beauty last
Keep the hope alive when the youth go past
I Similau (I Similau, I Similau)
When my lover comes upon the scene
Drop a petal from the tree
Fling the mountain up into the sky
Fill the river with the sea
Spirit in the wood let the hollow cane
Echo in the afterglow
Waiting for the flame to burn again
I Similau (I Similau I Similau)
Maandag 4 januari 1988
... Stupendo!
... Stupendo!
Composer(s): Tullio Ferro;
M. Riva; Vasco Rossi
Performer(s): Vasco Rossi
E' nei ritagli ormai del tempo
Che penso a quando tu eri qui
Era difficile ricordo bene
Ma era fantastico provarci insieme
Ed ora che non mi consolo
Guardando una fotografia
Mi rendo conto che il tempo vola
Eche la vita poi è una sola
E mi ricordo chi voleva al potere la fantasia ...
Erano giorni di grandi sogni ... sai
Erano vere anche le utopie eh
Ma non ricordo se chi c'era
Aveva queste facce qui
Non mi dire che è proprio così
Non mi dire che on quelli lì
Ed ora che del mio domani
Non ho più la nostalgia
Ci vuole sempre qualche cosa da bere
Ci vuole sempre vicino un bicchiere!
Ed ora che oramai non tremo
Nemmeno per amore ... si!
Ci vuole quello che io non ho
Ci vuole "pelo" sullo stomaco!
Però ricordo chi voleva
Un mondo meglio di così!
Si proprio tu che ci fai delle storie (ma dai)
Cosa vuoi tu più di così eh
E cosa conta chi perdeva
Le regole sono così
È la vita! Ed è ora che cresci!
Devi prenderla così ...
Si!!!
Stupendo!
Mi viene il vomito!
È più forte di me
Non lo so
Se sto qui
O se ritorno
Se ritorno
Se ritorno tra poco, tra poco .... tra poco!
Zondag 3 januari 1988
Marcel
Marcel
First performance: Heidi Brühl - 1963
Marcel, das geht mir viel zu schnell
Es tut mir schrecklich leid, ich brauch' ein bißchen Zeit
Marcel, kannst du eventuell ein bißchen netter sein
Dann will ich dir verzeih'n
Es geht, wenn's sich um Liebe dreht
Nur mit sehr viel Gefühl, sonst blieb' ich sehr, sehr kühl
Marcel, Marcel, das geht mir viel zu schnell
'ne Chance hat bei mir allein ein Kavalier
La la... la la la la la la... la la la la la la... la la la la la la...
Marcel, Marcel, das geht mir viel zu schnell
Es tut mir schrecklich leid, ich brauch' ein bißchen Zeit
Marcel, kannst du eventuell ein bißchen netter sein
Dann will ich dir verzeih'n
Es geht, wenn's sich um Liebe dreht
Nur mit sehr viel Gefühl, sonst blieb' ich sehr, sehr kühl
Marcel, Marcel, das geht mir viel zu schnell
'ne Chance hat bei mir allein ein Kavalier
Zondag 3 januari 1988
¿Sabes Que Pasa?
¿Sabes Que Pasa?
Composer(s): Armando Manzanero
Performer(s): Raphael
¿Sabes que pasa?
¿Sabes que pasa?
Que ya encontre lugar donde hacer nido
El barco en que viajamos se ha perdido
Ha naufragado
Es lo que pasa
¿Sabes que pasa?
Que ya encontre el sonido de un "te amo"
Y tengo el ritmo loco, alborotado
Ten por seguro que es lo que pasa
¿Sabes que pasa?
Dejaste que pasara mucho tiempo
Confiaste demasiado en la distancia
Y asi me fui olvidando de tu olor y
Tu fragancia
¿Sabes que pasa?
Que por primera vez estoy amando
El verbo de sufrir ya lo he olvidado
Y ante eso no hay boleto de regreso
¿Ssabes que pasa?
¿Sabes que pasa?
Estoy viviendo algo insospechado
Me dieron lo que tu me habias negado
Yo creo que pasa ...
Pienso que pasa que nada pasa entre tu y yo
¿Sabes que pasa?
Que nada pasa
Zaterdag 2 januari 1988
Sílvia
Sílvia
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Vai me usar
E jogar fora
Ou pode ficar
E até gostar do meu número
Me apertar
Como uma uva
Me desfrutar
Na sua boca uma música
Na dúvida
Tanto faz
Jaz
Morre de amor quem é capaz
Sílvia
Jaz
Morro de amor e quero mais
Sílvia
Me alugar
E dormir fora
Me extraviar
Me ver no meio do público
Me acenar
Como uma luva vai combinar
Na minha mão uma música
Na dúvida
Tanto faz
Jaz
Morre de amor quem é capaz
Sílvia
Jaz
Morre de amor quem é capaz
Sílvia
Jaz Morro de amor e quero mais
Sílvia
Zaterdag 2 januari 1988
(Someone's Been) Telling You Stories
(Someone's Been) Telling You Stories
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
So you've heard I've been flyin'
and tryin' to get into somebody new
And I'm off on a new love
and don't hardly ever think about you
He's gotten so cold
He ain't the same old lover you used to know
He's in a nose dive barely half alive and just about to let go
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling)
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling you)
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling you lies)
And they just ain't true
They just ain't true
No, they just ain't true
They just ain't true
So you heard I got laid and betrayed by a maid in a one night stand
And I'm caught in the middle of something I don't really understand
He's gotten so lost
He's been double-crossed by a change in the wind
He's gone solo again and he can't slow down now to pick up a friend
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling)
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling you)
Someone's been telling you stories (someone's been telling you lies)
And they just ain't true
They just ain't true
No, they just ain't true
They just ain't true
So you've heard I've been flyin' and tryin' to get into somebody new
And I'm off on a new love and don't hardly ever think about you
He's gotten so cold He ain't the same old lover you used to know
He's gone solo again
He's just using you just to sell out a show
Someone's been telling you stories(someone's been telling)
Someone's been telling you stories(someone's been telling you)
Someone's been telling you stories(someone's been telling you lies)
And they just ain't true
They just ain't true
Oh no, they just ain't true
They just ain't true
Vrijdag 1 januari 1988
Een Speeldoos
Een Speeldoos
Composer(s): Pieter Goemans
First performance by: Annie Palmen - 1963
Een speeldoos, een speeldoos uit lang vervlogen tijd
Er was een heel klein herderinnetje van breekbaar wit porselein
En als de speeldoos tinkelde dan danste zij sierlijk op 't refrein
Er stond een herder tegenover haar, maar onbereikbaar was hij
Want zelfs als zij de speeldoos om een dansje vroeg, kwam hij niet dichterbij
Ook hij kon niet gelukkig zijn, zo ver van haar vandaan
Maar een fee kwam zacht op een lentenacht
En raakte hen heel voorzichtig aan
De herder en z'n herderinnetje zijn nu voor altijd een paar
En als u dit verhaaltje niet geloven wilt
Vraag die fee er dan zelf een keertje naar
Want dit sprookje is waar
Ook hij kon niet gelukkig zijn, zo ver van haar vandaan
Maar een fee kwam zacht op een lentenacht
En raakte hen heel voorzichtig aan
De herder en z'n herderinnetje zijn nu voor altijd een paar
En als u dit verhaaltje niet geloven wilt
Vraag die fee er dan zelf een keertje naar
Want die twee zijn nu werkelijk bij elkaar
Dus dit sprookje is waar...
Vrijdag 1 januari 1988
(She's My) Solid Booze
(She's My) Solid Booze
Composer(s): Alexander C. Derouge
Performer(s): Falco
And we are growing along spiritual lines
Will never mean we should stop
to have big fun time
Oh oh oh
Should it be for the very first of all to pray
And to report it to your next in an effective way
But whatever our ideals turn to be
We must be willing to break it through
We must be willing to make amends where we
Ever have to put some harm on too
She is my she's my all
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
And we are growing along the spiritual lines
Would never mean we should believe in all those
Different kinds
Oh oh oh
Could it be the very first of all to recognize
It's the better sense to take it once and give it twice
But whatever our ideals turn out to be
We should be willing to break it through
We should be willing to realize
That attitudes have got us too
She is my
She's my all
Donderdag 31 december 1987
Silverio
Silverio
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Agustín Lara
and multiple other artists
Mirando torear a Silverio me ha salido de muy dentro lo gitano de un cantar
con la garganta sequita, muy sequita la garganta, seca de tanto gritar
Silverio, Silverio Pérez, diamante del redondel
tormento de las mujeres, a ver quién puede con él
Silverio, torero estrella, el príncipe milagro de la fiesta más bella
Carmelo que está en el cielo se asoma a verte torear
Silverio, torero estrella, el príncipe milagro de la fiesta más bella
Carmelo que está en el cielo se asoma a verte torear
Monarca del trincherazo, torero, torerazo, azteca y español
Silverio cuando toreas no cambio por un trono mi barrera de sol
Silverio, torero estrella, el príncipe milagro de la fiesta más bella
Carmelo que está en el cielo se asoma a verte torear
Monarca del trincherazo, torero, torerazo, azteca y español
Silverio cuando toreas no cambio por un trono mi barrera de sol
Donderdag 31 december 1987
Pastorale
Pastorale
Composer(s): Boudewijn De Groot; Lennaert Nijgh
Performer(s): Liesbeth List & Ramses Shaffy
Mijn hemel blauw met gouden harp
Mijn wolkentorens, ijskristallen
Kometen, manen en planeten, aah alles draait om mij
En door de witte wolkenpoort tot diep onder de golven
Boort mijn vuur, mijn liefde, zich in de aarde
En bij het water speelt een kind
En alle schelpen die het vindt gaan blinken als ik lach
'k Hou van je warmte op mijn gezicht
Ik hou van de koperen kleur van je licht
Ik geef je water in mijn hand
En schelpen uit het zoute zand
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik scheur de rotsen met mijn stralen
Verhoog de meren in de dalen en
Onweersluchten doe ik vluchten, aah als de regen valt
Verberg je ogen in een hand
Voordat m'n glimlach ze verbrandt
M'n vuur, m'n liefde, mijn gouden ogen
't Is beter als je nog wat wacht
Want even later komt de nacht en schijnt de koele maan
De nacht is te koud, de maan te grijs
Toe neem me toch mee naar je hemelpaleis
Daar wil ik zijn alleen met jou
En stralen in het hemelblauw
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Als ik de aarde ga verwarmen
Laat ik haar leven in m'n armen
Van sterren weefde ik het verre, aah het noorderlicht
Maar soms ben ik als kolkend lood
Ik ben het leven en de dood
In vuur, in liefde, in alle tijden
M'n kind ik troost je, kijk omhoog
Vandaag span ik mijn regenboog
Die is alleen voor jou
Nee nooit sta ik een seconde stil
'k Wil liever branden neem me mee
Geen mens kan mij dwingen wanneer ik niet wil
Wanneer je vanavond gaat slapen in zee
Geen leven dat ik niet begon
En vliegen langs jouw hemelbaan
Je kunt niet houden van de zon
Ik wil niet meer bij jou vandaan
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Ik heb je lief, zo lief
Woensdag 30 december 1987
Say Wonderful Things
Say Wonderful Things
Composer(s): Philip Green, Norman Newell
First performance by: Ronnie Carroll - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Say wonderful things to me, I think you're wonderful too
Say wonderful things to me, especially 'I love you'
They say I was living before we met
All of my yesterdays I forget
Now you are the one that I'm living for
And each day I love you more
So you must say wonderful things to me, I think you're wonderful too
Say wonderful things to me, especially 'I love you'
The more that I love you, the more it seems
People should always believe in dreams
Now all of my dreams I'm dreaming of you
And someday they'll all come true
So you must say wonderful things to me, I think you're wonderful too
Say wonderful things to me, especially 'I love you'
I'll never hurt you or make you cry
Love will grow stronger as years go by
Forever you'll be the one girl for me
I'll love you until I die
So you must say wonderful things to me, I think you're wonderful too
Say wonderful things to me, especially 'I love you'
(Say wonderful things)
Woensdag 30 december 1987
Pastora Do Tempo
Pastora Do Tempo
Composer(s): Ednardo
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
O cavaleiro do medo
Usa do ouro a razão
Pra ofuscar os meus olhos
E confundir minha emoção
Não sabe que a luz que me guia
É da estrela que irradia
A linda Pastora do Tempo
Que guarda o meu povo eterno
E livre o meu pensamento
Quem faz a história da vida
Com ela rompeu as entranhas do chão
Quem quer saber do que está escondido
Procura no fundo dos olhos do povo
E dentro do seu coração
Vão com o vento as palavras
São como pombos-correio
Mas estão sempre atrasados
Pois o seu vôo é lento
E o meu pensamento é ligeiro
Dinsdag 29 december 1987
Silverado
Silverado
Composer(s): George McCorkle
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band
As a young man, I was raised by a man of the cloth
And taught to judge men equal and not to find their faults
Until one day, I witnessed a tragic thing
A man laid on the church steps, slain
And as the smoke cleared, the tall man he holstered his gun
The bright day ended and a cloud covered the sun
I found hate in my heart that I'd never known before
I'd see this man hang and that's the one thing that I know for sure
Silverado, you'll hang by the hangman's tree
And you'll die in misery
His face remained in my eyes as I grew through the years
I practised shooting every day while trying to hold back the tears
I traveled through Oklahoma and Texas to the Rio Grande
Knowing when I met Silverado, the Lord would steady my hand
Silverado, you'll hang by the hangman's tree
And you'll die in misery, ye-eah
Then the day came, I'd dreamed of for years
Silverado stood before me and my heart it pounded in fear
As he turned and saw my eyes, he knew why I'd come
Then, without the blink of an eye, he went for his gun
As our guns did fire, tears come to my eyes
When he collapsed before me, I dropped my gun and sighed
Silverado, you'll hang by the hangman's tree
And you'll die in misery
Silverado, you'll hang by the hangman's tree
Yes, you'll die in misery
Dinsdag 29 december 1987
Pasties And A G-String
Pasties And A G-String
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Tom Waits; Jeffrey Lee Pierce
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp
Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town
Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn
Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole
And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues
And the porno floor show, live nude girls
Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls
Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose
Raise my rent and take off all your clothes
With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum
She's so good, make a dead man come
Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree
Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me
Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips
From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips
Chopped and channeled and lowered and lewd
And the cheater slicks and baby moons
She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared
And the band is awful and so are the tunes
Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly
And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres
And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here
Hey sweetheart they're yelling for more
You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor
And I like Shelly, and you like Jane
And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name?
And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day
Get you a little something that you can't get at home
Get you a little something that you can't get at home
It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night
And I'll be back tomorrow night
Maandag 28 december 1987
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