Dinsdag 19 januari 1988
Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
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Simple Man
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Dinsdag 19 januari 1988
Patches (Dickey Lee)
Patches
Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann
Performer(s): Dickey Lee
Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down
There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
Patches my darling of Old Shanty town
We plan to marry when June brought the summer
I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
Now I don't see how that ever can happen
My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside
Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace
So my folks won't let me love you
Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
And pretty Patches there watching the door
She doesn't know that I can't come to see her
Patches must think that I love her no more
I hear a neighbour telling my father
He said a girl name of Patches was found
Floating face down in that dirty old river
That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town
Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
It may not be right
But I'll join you tonight
Patches I'm coming to you
Maandag 18 januari 1988
Simple Man (Graham Nash)
Simple Man
Composer(s): Graham Nash
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
I am a simple man so I sing a simple song
Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time
I am a simple man and I play a simple tune
Wish that I could see you once again across the room
Like the first time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone
The ending of the tale is the singing of the song
Make me proud to be your man, only you can make me strong
Like the last time
Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone
Maandag 18 januari 1988
Patches (Chairmen of the Board)
Patches
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson
First release by: Chairmen of the Board - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Cash (Eddy Mitchell)
1984 - Marvin (Titãs)
I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods
Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches"
Papa used to tease me about it
but deep down inside dad was hurtin' 'cause he'd done the best he could
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life whipped him
Down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
On the day papa called me
To his dyin' bed
Placed his hand on my shoulders
And in tears he said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
Everyday I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way
We got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody was depending on me
Now the years have passed
And everybody's grown
Mama's been livin'
In a brand new home
Lord knows it took
A lot of sweat and tears
And my daddy's voice
To help us through the years
He said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back
Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner
we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little
And this particular day dad was in good spirits
sittin' on the side of the bed, tellin' mama how good she looked
When all of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest
I was too young to understand, talkin' about a heart attack here
Mama rushed us all out of the room into the hallway
About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes
She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy
Your daddy wanna see you"
I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay
Daddy had tears in his eyes
I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man
but all of my life he'd been a proud man
I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa put his hand on my shoulder
He said, "Patches, Patches, boy
the hammer of life done beat your old papa down to the ground
and I ain't got nobody to turn to to take care of mama and the younger
So what I want you to do is promise me, son
is that you're gonna do your best to help your mama as much as you can"
I said, "Papa, I'm gonna do my best"
But little did I know then like I know now
that tryin' to climb life's mountains searchin' for a top where there ain't no top
sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy
But every time I feel like I can't live my life like I want to
my mind goes back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy's eyes
But most of all I remember his words, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, boy"
Every time I feel like givin' up, I hear his voice
"Patches, Patches, Patches, Patches"
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Zondag 17 januari 1988
Simple Man (Gary Puckett)
Simple Man
Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap
I dream of the magic to make you want me once again
A sorrowed man sees loneliness in years to come
So all alone without you
Could you see me standing by your window in the rain
Did you hear the words my heart could feel, but I can't say
I could hear you gaily laughing
While my life was slowly passing away
A simple man without the words to make things right
Who longs to hope you see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right
I only want to hope you see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
A simple man without the words to make things right
I only want to hope, you'll see my love in your dreams
Now it may be I'll never win
Your love, I can't stop trying
For I love you, I love you
And I pray you'll hear my heart ...
Zondag 17 januari 1988
Påtalåten
Påtalåten
Composer(s): Ola Magnell
Performer(s): Ola Magnell
Du har känslan, men inte rätta viljan
Att sitta ner och hitta på en visa så fin
Märren ränner hän av i sken över tiljan
Bonden studsar upp i sin nya slåttermaskin
Kul, kul inte sant, men inget intressant
Kommer från din skvattgalna höstack e' de' sagt
Men fast nu stupet är brant så klarar du galant
Språnget över detta jättelika schakt
Och nätters lätta takt
Men din mamma hon tycker att du slarvar
När du sätter dig och gnolar på en töntig melodi
Gubben far går på åkern och harvar
Han har en rågrak och mustig terminologi
Men jag, jag tycker för min del att de' inte e' stort fel
I att vara lite vilsen i vår nya sköna värld
Många liv står på spel och vill du va' hel
Får du sluta kuta runt och snacka strunt
Och hålla tunt om vad du lärt
Bror står i jorden och påtar
Han tittar upp i skyn, det ser ut att bli blött
Lillebror lyssnar på låtar
Regn duggar lätt och du tänker förstrött
Så sent som i fjol stod en tupp där och gol
Det fanns blå viol och kor och vackra ängder där du bor
Det lyste en sol och du kunde bli mol
Tyst av en schysst illusion om att du tror att du blir stor
Men nu står maskiner och schaktar
Blommande äng har blivit avgas och betong
E' de' så märkligt att man faktiskt föraktar
Alla korumpeer med sin pappersjargong
Jag blir snart desperat av att leva i en stat
Uppbyggd av profit och bostadssegregation
Ingen smart demokrat blir så flat och moderat
Som i vår gistna, kristna västerländska Dollarcivilisation
Men hellre än att äga miljoner
Gick du i din barndoms hage bland snår
Och kände valldoft och lockande toner
Från rapphöns, fasaner och bräkande får
Men ditt rastlösa flås och din storstadsneuros
Din magnecyl, ditt gräs och din gamla alkohol
Håller på att ta kål på din vilja av stål
Och även om du vrålar har du inga stålar kvar att nå ditt mål
Zaterdag 16 januari 1988
Simple Gifts
Simple Gifts
(French & German Versions: Je Te Regarde; Sing Ein Lied)
Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
and multiple other artists
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
T'is the gift to be simple
T'is the gift to be free
T'is the gift to come down
Where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves
In the place just right
T'll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend
We will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning
We come round right
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala...
Zaterdag 16 januari 1988
Pata Pata
Pata Pata
Composer(s): Miriam Makeba; Jerry Ragovoy
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pa (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Pata Pata is the name of a dance
we do down Johannesburg way
and everybody starts to move
as soon as pata pata starts to play, hoo
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Haji-a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga jo-ho (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si (pata pata)
Hoo, every friday and saturday night
it´s pata pata-time
the dance keeps going all night long
til the morning sun begins to shine
hey aya sat wuguga sat ,wo-ho-o (pata pata)
Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)
Huh - a sat wuguga sat - hit it! (pata pata)
aah - sat wuguga sat - aim not si - hit it (pata pata)
a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) .....
Vrijdag 15 januari 1988
Sing Ein Lied
Sing Ein Lied
(English & French Versions: Simple Gifts; Je Te Regarde
Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel; B. Otto
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
Der dich gerne mag
Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Liebe
Sing ein Lied auf die Nacht
Sing ein Lied dem Morgen
Der dich fröhlich macht
Im Rauschen aller Bäume liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so mächtig und alt wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Hoffnung
Sing ein Lied auf das Glück
Sing ein Lied dem Zufall
Und dem Augenblick
Im Schlagen aller Uhren liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so beständig und zeitlos wie sie
Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt
Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
Der dich gerne mag
Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala lala lala
Lalala lalala
Lalalala lalala
Lalala lalala
Lala lala lala lala
Lala la lala la
Lalala la lalala
Lalala lalala
Lalala...
Vrijdag 15 januari 1988
Pat Reilly
Pat Reilly
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Planxty
It bein' on a monday morning, it bein' our pay day
We met Sergeant Jenkins at our goin' away
He says to Pat Reilly "You are a handsome young man
Will you come to John Kelly's where we will set a dram"
And while we sat there boozin' and drinkin' our dram
He says to Pat Reilly "You are a handsome young man
I'd have you take the bounty and come along with me
To the sweet County Longford, strange faces there you'll see"
"Oh no kind sir, a soldier's life with me would not agree
Nor neither would I bind myself down from my liberty
For I lived as happy as a prince, my mind does tell me so
So fare thee well, I'm just goin' down, my ?shatter for to thow?
"Oh are you in a hurry, are you goin' away?
Or won't you stop and listen to these words I'm goin' to say
Perhaps now Pat Reilly, you might do something worse
Than to leave your native country and enlist in the Black Horse"
Oh it's I took the bounty, the reckoning was paid
The ribbons were brought out, me boys, and into my cockade
It's early the next morning we all were made to stand
Before our grand general with hats all in our hands
He says to Pat Reilly "You are a little too low
With some other regiment I fear you have to go"
"I may go where I will, I have no-one to mourn
For my mother is dead, me boys, and never will return"
It's not in the morning that I sing this song
But it's in the cold evening as I march alone
With me gun o'er my shoulder I bitterly do weep
When I think of my true love that now lies fast asleep
My blessing on my mother that reared me neat and clean
But bad luck to my father that made me serve the queen
Oh had he been an honest man and learned to me my trade
I would never have enlisted nor worn the cockade
Donderdag 14 januari 1988
T'en Va Pas
T'en Va Pas
Composer(s): Geo Voumard; Émile Gardar
First performance by: Esther Ofarim - 1963
Je n'ai pas su trouver les mots pour te garder mais je pense tout bas
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
Quand je parlais trop fort à travers et à tort, ce n'était pas ma voix
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
Au plus noir de l'été, quand l'orage est tombé refleurissent les bois
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
Si ton cur et ton corps se souviennent encore une dernière fois
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
L'amour a fait parfois tomber les forteresses
La mort a fait parfois se trouver les vivants
Ma joie et ma détresse, parties avec le vent
Revenez-moi, toi, je t'attends
Toi, mon pain, mon soleil, qui volas mon sommeil, avec toi rends-le moi
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
Si ton cur et ton corps se souviennent encore une dernière fois
T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
Et si ma voix t'arrive là-bas
Reviens sur tes pas, sur tes pas, sur tes pas
Reviens-moi
Donderdag 14 januari 1988
Pat Malone Forgot That He Was Dead
Pat Malone Forgot That He Was Dead
Composer(s): Harry C. Clide; Jas. J. Sweeney
Times were hard in Irish town; everything was going down
Pat Malone was pushed for ready cash
He'd the life insurance spent; all his money, too, had went
And all of his affairs had gone to smash
His wife spoke up and said, "Now, dear Pat, if you were dead
This twenty thousand dollars we could take"
And so Pat laid down and tried to make out that he had died
Until he smelled the whiskey at the wake
Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
He raised himself in the bed and what he said
"If this wake goes on a minute, to be sure the corpse is in it
You'll have to keep me drunk to keep me dead"
So they gave the corpse a cup, and afterward they filled it up
And laid him down again upon the bed
And before the morning grey, everybody felt so gay
They forgot that Pat was only playing dead
So they loaded him from the bunk, still alive but awful drunk
And put him in the coffin with a prayer
And the driver of the cart said, "Be God, I'll never start
Until I see that someone pays the fare"
Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
He raised himself in the coffin, while he said
"If you fairly doubt my credit, you'll be sorry that you said it
You drive on or else the corpse will break your head
So the funeral started out on the cemetery route
And the neighbors tried the widow to console
'Til they got beside the base of Malone's last resting place
And gently lowered Patrick in the hole
Then Pat began to see, just as plain as one could see
That he'd forgot to reckon on the end
And as clods began to drop he broke loose the coffin top
And quickly to the earth he did ascend
Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
And from the cemetery quickly fled
He came nearly going under, it's a lucky thing, by thunder
That Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
Woensdag 13 januari 1988
Simple Comme Bonjour
Simple Comme Bonjour
Composer(s): Roméo Carlès; Marcel Louiguy
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Johnny Uvergolts
C'est une histoire si banale
Vraiment si peu originale
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, en vérité
On me la fait toujours répéter
Ell's ont été plus qu'une copine
C'était pour moi presqu'une frangine
Mais l'aventure tient en quelques mots concis
Et l'on peut la résumer ainsi
La blonde et la brune
S'entendaient depuis toujours
L'amour en prit une
Tout ça est simple comme bonjour...
Car un beau jour, il est venu un gars
Dont les grands yeux étaient pleins de tendresse
Mais elle était bien plus belle que moi
Et c'est la blonde qui fut sa maîtresse
C'est une histoire si banale
Elle n'est guère originale
À travers un voile de pleurs dans les yeux
Je les ai vus partir tous les deux
Chacun disait qu'elle était belle
Ces mots, comme une ritournelle
Dansaient dans ma tête
Et y dansent depuis
Sans prévenir, les jours et les nuits
La blonde et la brune
Jadis, riaient de l'amour
L'amour en prit une
Tout ça est simple comme bonjour
Le gars parti, la fille avec lui
Je suis restée avec pour seul ami
Ma lourde peine et, chaque jour, l'ennui
Emplit mon cœur et plane sur ma vie
Mon Dieu, que l'histoire est banale
Et qu'elle est peu originale!
Ça finirait là qu'on en parlerait plus
Mais le hasard ne l'a pas voulu
Chacun disait qu'elle était belle
Ah, l'obsédante ritournelle!
Alors, quand j'l'ai vue
Toute seule au fond du bois...
Mais tout ça ne regarde que moi
La blonde et la brune
Sont séparées pour toujours
Il n'en reste qu'une
Tout ça est simple comme bonjour
Woensdag 13 januari 1988
Sabato Pomeriggio
Sabato Pomeriggio
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Antonio Coggio
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Passerotto non andare via
Nei tuoi occhi il sole muore già
Scusa se la colpa è un poco mia
Se non so tenerti ancora qua.
Ma cosa è stato di un amore
Che asciugava il mare
Che voleva vivere
Volare
Che toglieva il fiato
Ed è ferito ormai
Non andar via
Non andar via
Ti prego
Passerotto non andare via
Senza i tuoi capricci che farò
Ogni cosa basta che sia tua
Con il cuore a pezzi cercherò
Ma cosa è stato di quel tempo
Che sfidava il vento
Che faceva fremere
Gridare
Contro il cielo
Non lasciarmi solo no ...
Non andar via
Non andar via
Senza te morirei
Senza te scoppierei
Senza te brucerei
Tutti i sogni miei
Solo senza di te che farei
Senza te
Sabato pian piano se ne va
Passerotto ma che senso ha
Non ti ricordi
Migravamo come due gabbiani
Ci amavamo
E le tue mani
Da tenere, da scaldare
Passerotto no
Non andar via ...
Dinsdag 12 januari 1988
Simple As That
Simple As That
Composer(s): Frank Biner; Emilio Castillo; Stephen "Doc" Kupka
Performer(s): Huey Lewis & the News
You go to work, work hard all day
At the end of the week, you collect your pay
That's just where it's at
It's as simple as that
You pay your bills the best that you can
But the rising cost sure hurts a family man
While the rich man gets fat
it's as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it ain't funny
Your mind's made up to get that house on the hill
But you just don't know if you ever will
Because you can't get the cash
It's as simple as that
'Cause the man from the bank, he won't give you a loan
Without putting a morgage on all that you own
A tit for a tat
It's a simple as that
And the money goes so fast it ain't funny
Before you know it the kids are all grown
And married off with kids of their own
And it's all in the past
It's as simple as that
You've reached the autumn of your life
And all that's left is you and your wife
And a dog and a cat
It's as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it ain't funny
Dinsdag 12 januari 1988
Sa Jeunesse
Sa Jeunesse
Italian Title: Questa Giovinezza
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Roland Dyens;
Annie Gould; Yves Montand
Lorsque l'on tient
Entre ses mains
Cette richesse
Avoir vingt ans
Des lendemains
Pleins de promesses
Quand l'amour sur nous se penche
Pour nous offrir ses nuits blanches
Lorsque l'on voit
Loin devant soi
Rire la vie
Brodée d'espoir
Riche de joies
Et de folies
Il faut boire jusqu'à l'ivresse
Sa jeunesse
Car tous les instants
De nos vingt ans
Nous sont comptés
Et jamais plus
Le temps perdu
Ne nous fait face
Il passe
Souvent en vain
On tend les mains
Et l'on regrette
Il est trop tard
Sur son chemin
Rien ne l'arrête
On ne peut garder sans cesse
Sa jeunesse
Avant que de sourire et nous quittons l'enfance
Avant que de savoir la jeunesse s'en fuit
Cela semble si court que l'on est tout surpris
Qu'avant que le comprendre on quitte l'existence
Lorsque l'on tient
Entre ses mains
Cette richesse
Avoir vingt ans
Des lendemains
Pleins de promesses
Quand l'amour sur nous se penche
Pour nous offrir ses nuits blanches
Lorsque l'on voit
Loin devant soi
Rire la vie
Brodée d'espoir
Riche de joies
Et de folies
Il faut boire jusqu'à l'ivresse
Sa jeunesse
Car tous les instants
De nos vingt ans
Nous sont comptés
Et jamais plus
Le temps perdu
Ne nous fait face
Il passe
Souvent en vain
On tend les mains
Et l'on regrette
Il est trop tard
Sur son chemin
Rien ne l'arrête
On ne peut garder sans cesse
Sa jeunesse ...
Maandag 11 januari 1988
Saïd Et Mohamed
Saïd Et Mohamed
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Francis Cabrel; Diam's
Elle changeait les draps de l'hôtel
Les traces de doigts sur les poubelles
Petite hirondelle, au milieu des corbeaux
Elle chantait "Desperado"
Moi, j'avais du retard sur le sommeil
Je m'étais fait doubler par le soleil
Elle de l'autre côté du couloir
Elle faisait chanter les miroirs
J'ai passé une heure de sa vie
Une heure sous le soleil d'Algérie
Sous la course des planètes
Y a des moments qu'on regrette
Derrière ses paupières mi-closes
Je voyais plus de gris que de rose
Quand je suis parti, j'ai bien compris
Que je perdais quelque chose
Ces enfants qui font rien à l'école
Et qui ont les poches pleines de tubes de colle
De toute façon personne ne t'aide
Quand tu t'appelles Saïd ou Mohamed
C'est le ciel en tôle ondulée pour toujours
C'est la fenêtre sur la troisième cour
C'est le cri des voisines plein les oreilles
Et les heures de mauvais sommeil
Mais s'il y a quelqu'un autour qui comprend
Le mauvais français, le musulman,
Sous la course des planètes
Ma serait bien qu'il s'inquiète
Avant que ses paupières n'explosent
Et qu'elles prennent ce gris en overdose
Quand je suis parti j'ai bien compris
Qu'on y pouvait quelque chose...
Toi t'envoies dix francs
Pour les enfants du Gange
Parce que t'as vu les photos qui dérangent
T'envoies dix francs
Pour les enfants d'ailleurs
Parce que t'as vu les photos qui font peur
Et elle que tu croises en bas de chez toi
Elle que tu croises en bas de chez toi...
Depuis je suis retourné à Marseille
Ses amis n'ont pas de nouvelles
Y a trop d'hirondelles
Ou trop de corbeaux
Elle a du changer de ghetto
Moi, je crois plutôt qu'elle
Change les draps d'un autre hôtel
D'autres traces de doigts
Sur d'autres poubelles
De l'autre côté d'un autre couloir
Elle doit faire chanter les miroirs
Chanter les miroirs, chanter les miroirs, chanter les miroirs
Maandag 11 januari 1988
Sa Här Börjar Kärlek
Sa Här Börjar Kärlek
English Title: This Is How Love Begins
Composer(s): P. Himmelstrand
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Björn Ulvaeus
Här går vi tillsammans
För fem timmar sedan
Så visste jag inte ens du fanns
Det var rena turen
Vi möttes i vimlet
Sen dansade vi i dans på dans
Vi sa inte mycket
Men log mot varandra
Som vi länge drömt att ses igen
Vi kan inte skiljas
Vi borde gått hemåt
Och sovit för länge sen
Men vi går här fyllda
Av det som har hänt oss
Det är bara början än
Jag ska börja jobba
Om några få timmar
Och det börjar ljusna över stan
Vad säger de hemma
När jag smyger mig in
Då huset har vaknat upp för dan
Vi vill inte bryta
Den stämning vi känner
För den kommer aldrig mer igen
Vi är lite blyga
Och undrar en aning
För det som vi har på känn
Så här börjar kärlek
Och det som vi känner
Det är bara början än
Zondag 10 januari 1988
Muistojeni Laulu
Muistojeni Laulu
Composer(s): Börje Sundgren
First performance by: Laila Halme - 1963
La la la la la, la la la la la...
La la la la la la la la...
La la la la la, la la la la la...
La la la la la la la la...
Vieläkin kun kuulen sävelen tuon tunteellisen
aina uudelleen se mieleeni saa muistotkin sen
sinä sen mulle lauloit omistit kokonaan
melkein jo luulen, äänes kun kuulen
tää unta on vaan
Kun pois sä lähdit niin viel' sydämessäin laulusi soi
kenties sama laulu onnen uuden toiselle toi
Levyäs vielä soitan, kulunut vaikkakin on
muistoni vain on, niin kulumaton
Levyäs vielä soitan, kulunut vaikkakin on
muistoni vain on, niin kulumaton
La la la la la, la la la la la...
La la la la la la la la...
La la la la la, la la la la la...
La la la la la la la la...
Zondag 10 januari 1988
Sa Grande Passion
