Vrijdag 10 juni 1988
Singing A Happy Song
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Singing A Happy Song
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Vrijdag 10 juni 1988
Perrine Était Servante
Perrine Était Servante
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Annie Cordy
Perrine était servante
Perrine était servante
Chez Monsieur le Curé, digue donda dondaine
Chez Monsieur le Curé, digue donda dondé!
Son amant vint la vouère
Son amant vint la vouère
Un soir après l'dîner...
Perrine, ô ma Perrine
Perrine, ô ma Perrine
J'voudrais bien t'embrasser...
Oh! grand nigaud qu't'es bête
Oh! grand nigaud qu't'es bête
Ça s'fait sans s'demander!...
V'la M'sieur l'curé qu'arrive
V'la M'sieur l'curé qu'arrive
Où j'va t'y bien m'cacher? ...
Cache-toi dedans la huche!
Cache-toi dedans la huche!
I' n'saura pas t'trouver! ...
Il y resta six s'maines
Il y resta six s'maines
Elle l'avait oublié! ...
Au bout de six semaines
Au bout de six semaines
Les rats l'avaient bouffé! ...
Ils avaient rongé son crâne
Ils avaient rongé son crâne
Et puis tous les doigts de pied ...
On fit creuser son crâne
On fit creuser son crâne
Pour faire un bénitier...
On fit monter ses jambes
On fit monter ses jambes
Pour faire deux chandeliers...
Voilà la triste histoire
Voilà la triste histoire
D'un jeune homme à marier...
Qu'allait trop voir les filles
Qu'allait trop voir les filles
Le soir après l'dîner! ...
Donderdag 9 juni 1988
Quel Coeur Vas-Tu Briser
Quel Coeur Vas-Tu Briser
First performance by: Géraldine - 1967
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Maintenant que le mien
A cessé de battre pour toi?
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Puisque je n'ai plus rien
Rien de toi que des mots sans voix?
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Et lui donnant l'espoir
D'une vie de rêve pour deux?
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
En lui donnat à croire
Que toi seul peux le rendre heureux', heureux'
C'est si facile de faire croire
À des chemins semés de fleurs
Surtout lorsqu'on parle à un coeur
Qui ne demande qu'à y croire
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Maintenant que le mien
Ne croit plus en rien, ni en toi'
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Pour le seul plaisir, vain
De sentir qu'il vit sous ta loi?
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Pour suivant ton chemin
En croyant que tu vis ta vie?
Quel coeur vas-tu briser
Tout le long de ta vie
Le tien, le tien, le tien
Donderdag 9 juni 1988
Permiteme Vida
Permiteme Vida
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco
Baila y baila la ilusion
de que mañana todo ira mejor
pisan los charcos
de mi corazon cargado
de ausencia y de soledad, ahh ahhh ahhh
Salta y salta la esperanza
de que que pasado todo habra cambiando
eso digo yo que soy
uno cualquiera que vive
del lado que desespera
Juega y juega torturando
esta historia macabra que nunca termina
permitime vida
tomar tu fantasia
en torno a tu melancolia
Woensdag 8 juni 1988
Singin' A Country Song
Singin' A Country Song
Composer(s): Don Devaney
Performer(s): Dick Curless
When I go out at night I know it won't be very long
Till I find a bar where the jukebox plays a country music song
I'll get a roll of quarters and pick out my favorite song
And I'll sit there drinkin' a beer, singin' along, singin' along with
Hey Mister Fiddle Man, strike up that fiddle band
And anything Hank Thompson sings, 'cause he's my number one man
And Jim Ed Brown reminds me time to Pop A Top again
Then Haggard sings about Carolyn, I wish I could sing like him
Then Jerry Lee and Bobby McGee, till that roll of quarters is gone
Drinkin' a beer, singin' a country song
When I stay home at night, I turn the record player on
I never watch the TV set unless Hee Haw is on
Well I get to hear Buck Owens and then Roy Clark sing a song
And I sit there drinkin' a beer, singin' along, singin' along with
Hey Mr Fiddle Man, strike up that fiddle band
And there's nothin' like old Charley Pride to bring a country song
alive
Then Jim Ed Brown reminds me time to Pop A Top again
And that lucky Conway Twitty gets to sing with Loretta Lynn
Then Jerry Lee and Bobby McGee and me singin' along
Drinkin' a beer, singin' a country song
Let's keep it country
Singin' a beer and drinkin' a country song
Ain't nothin' like it
Drinkin' a beer singin' a country song
Woensdag 8 juni 1988
Permissive Twit
Permissive Twit
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan: Big Jim Sullivan
Oh Heaven help our Linda
She's really done it now
What's more it's all so obvious
I mean her stomachs sticking out
If father tells me' mother
She's bound to have a fit
Followed by a neat convulsion
Thanks to our permissive twit
She thinks his name was Ronald
Or was it Sid or Len
The only thing that's certain
Is that it wasn't Bill or Ben
Our parish priest God bless him
The very reverend Father Pitt
Will no doubt be preaching sermons
To our dear Permissive Twit
By now the word
Will no doubt have been heard
By almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alley
all except that is
Our own great aunt Liz
Who I hear's been deaf since the day our Grace
recorded Sally, Sally, Sally
Unless we raise the money
She'll have to let it out
What I mean is she will have to
Have it the right way wrong way about
In other words let nature
Take its course and do its bit
For the sake of those concerned with
Own dear permissive
Dear permissive twit
Dinsdag 7 juni 1988
Sing Song Swing
Sing Song Swing
Composer(s): Charles L. Cooke; Lloyd Garrett
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Charlie Ching
Make his sing song swing
With a tingaling
On the ding dong ding
With a tingaling on the ding dong ding
Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Foo Yung Foo
Makee doodle-doo
With a toot or two
On the flute bamboo
And the doodle-doo and the tingaling
Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
And a tingaling on the ding dong ding
Makee plenty sing song swing
Chop chop choppity, chop chopsticks
Chop chop choppity, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Choppa choppa choppity, chop chopsticks
Choppity choppity, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When Charlie Chingee make his swing
Dinsdag 7 juni 1988
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Composer(s): Joe Davis; Osvaldo Farrés
Performer(s): Doris Day - 1965;
and various other artists
You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I've asked you,
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, (giggle) perhaps
(giggle)
Maandag 6 juni 1988
O Vento Mudou
O Vento Mudou
Composer(s): Nuno Nazareth Fernandes; João Magalhães Pereira
First performance by: Eduardo Nascimento - 1967
Ouçam
Ouçam
E o vento mudou
Ela não voltou
As aves partiram
As folhas caíram
Ela quis viver
E o mundo correr
Prometeu voltar
Se o vento mudar
E o vento mudou
E ela não voltou
Sei que ela mentiu
P'ra sempre fugiu
Vento por favor
Traz-me o seu amor
Vê que eu vou morrer
Sem não mais a ter
Nuvens tenham dó
Que eu estou tão só
Batam-lhe à janela
Chorem sobre ela
E as nuvens choraram
E quando voltaram
Soube que mentira
P'ra sempre fugira
Nuvens por favor
Cubram minha dor
Já que eu vou morrer
Sem não mais a ter
Ouçam Ouçam ouçam Ouçam ouçam
Maandag 6 juni 1988
Perhaps Love
Perhaps Love
German Title: Liebe Ist
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver;
and various other artists
Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
the memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do
the memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything and some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever and all my dreams come true
my memories of love will be of you
Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything and some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever and all my dreams come true
my memories of love will be of you
Zondag 5 juni 1988
Sing You Sinners
Sing You Sinners
Composer(s): W. Franke Harling; Sam Coslow
First performance/First recording by: Lillian Roth; The Harlem Hot Chocolates - 1930/1929
Covered by multiple other artists
Once a mockingbird - he was overheard
singing out a word - to a cattle herd
'All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything
Everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring
Let it ring
Lift arms up to Heaven and sing
Ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners, won't you sway & swing
What a thing
Start with clapping' y'hands all about
All about
Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout
Shout it out
And just let the music come out
Of yer snout
Sing you sinners, wontcha' sway & swing
Check it out
Dig the drift of what I mean
In a world where there's no music - Old Scratch
Satan gets his kicks - He's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up & down the banks - He, He, He!
Of that River Styx
You're so wicked, baby, and you're depraved
You can rave
It's apparent that you have mis-behaved
To your grave
But if you should want to be saved
Jus' behave
Take a listen now to the bird . . .
Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there
Swing, people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal
I dig that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
If you sing, you gotta swing
Just remember that the day will come when you will just be steak on a plate
Folk, you know it's fate!
So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere - before yer swing arrives too late
That's a little too dark
Still, it is true, we've got breath for such a limited time
What are ya', stupid? You cows - you'd think to sing was a crime
In defence now, hence now, here comes Adele McCluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say, you haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing
of our friends the cows as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller
Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around to lift another lick -
These cats work on their cow-tone so when they get up to blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
And, furthermore
You tweety birds are always singin' away - never givin' up a thought of what you say
We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start & settle in to play we can say
A moo is an array of what cows have always known as the best and only way to play
What we mean to say is
Before the band will let you sing
Sing with Fletcher Henderson
You'd better get yourself to swing
Like the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow a single note or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to swing
So set your mind upon a tone
When you're sheddin' all alone
And you will have a cornerstone
Like the bass trombone
Blow your horn and take a bow
So that you're swingin' like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us
Zondag 5 juni 1988
Perfume De Gardenias
Perfume De Gardenias
Composer(s): Rafael Hernández; Bernardo Sancristóbal
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca
bellísimos destellos de luz en tu mirar
Tu risa es una rima de alegres notas
se mueven tus cabellos cuál ondas en el mar
Tu cuerpo es una copia de Venus de Citeres
que envidian las mujeres cuando te ven pasar
Y llevas en tu alma la virginal pureza
por eso es tu belleza de un místico candor
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca
perfume de gardenia, perfume del amor
Tu cuerpo es una copia de Venus de Citeres
que envidian las mujeres cuando te ven pasar
Y llevas en tu alma la virginal pureza
por eso es tu belleza de un místico candor
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca
perfume de gardenia, perfume del amor
Zaterdag 4 juni 1988
Il Doit Faire Beau Là-Bas
Il Doit Faire Beau Là-Bas
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Hubert Giraud
First performance by: Noëlle Cordier - 1967
Il doit faire beau là-bas
Dans ce joli pays
De ma fenêtre à moi
Je vois tomber la pluie
Puisque tu es parti
C'était pour être heureux
Si tu as réussi
Tant mieux
Je déteste tous ces gens
Avec lesquels tu vis sans moi
Je déteste tous ces gens
Qui ne te parlent jamais de moi
C'est l'hiver et le vent
Que je vais traverser
C'est pour toi maintenant
L'été
Il doit faire beau là-bas
Dans ce joli pays
De ma fenêtre à moi
Je vois tomber la pluie
Déjà quatre saisons
Ont passé sur nous deux
Et sur notre maison
Il pleut
Je déteste tous ces gens
Avec lesquels je vis sans toi
Je déteste tous ces gens
Qui ne me parlent jamais de toi
Si tu dois revenir
N'attends pas trop longtemps
Je ne peux retenir
Le temps
Il doit faire beau là-bas
Dans ce joli pays
De ma fenêtre à moi
Je vois s'enfuir la vie, la vie...
Zaterdag 4 juni 1988
Perfidia (Spanish Version)
Perfidia
Composer(s): Alberto Domínguez
Performer(s): Raphael;
and various other artists
Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo
tanto, pues ya no puedo sollozar
solo, temblando de ansiedad estoy
todos me miran y se van
Mujer, si puedes tú con Dios hablar
pregúntale si yo alguna vez
te he dejado de adorar
Al mar, espejo de mi corazón
las veces que me ha visto llorar
la perfidia de tu amor
Te he buscado donde quiera que yo voy
y no te puedo hallar
para que quiero otros labios
si tu boca no me quiere ya besar
Y tú, quién sabe por donde andarás
quién sabe que aventuras tendrás
qué lejos estás de mí
Vrijdag 3 juni 1988
Sing You Children
Sing You Children
Composer(s): Gerald Nelson; Fred Burch
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Gerald Nelson
Oh Jonah he was desperate in the belly of the whale
Well Jonah had a plan, he knew he couldn't fail
He raised his head on high
And looking for the sky
And he sang his song so pretty
The whale told him goodbye
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Well Moses said good Lord
Open up these waters for me
So I can get your chidren
Across the salty sea
Well the Lord parted the waters
And singing hand in hand
Moses and the children
Walked over to the promised land
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
Oh Joshua had a plan
At the walls of Jericho
He'd march around those walls
And on his horn he'd blow
That horn would play a tune
And sing a happy song
When Joshua got through
Those walls came tumbling down
You got to sing you children sing
Sing you children sing
I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey!
Sing you children sing, everybody
Sing you children sing
Sing your troubles away
You got to sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Sing your troubles away
Vrijdag 3 juni 1988
Perfidia (French Version)
Perfidia
Composer(s): Alberto Domínguez; Milton Leeds
Performer(s): Luis Mariano; Paul Mauriat
Chérie, tu parles bien au ciel parfois
Demande lui alors si jamais faibli mon amour pour toi
Chérie, la mer où s'est vidé mon cœur pourrait dire
À son tour Oh combien l'amour m'a couté de pleurs
Si tu veux à tout jamais ne plus me voir
Ma vie est sans espoir
Car pour moi sans tes baisers tu le sais bien
Le mot Amour ne dit plus rien
Chérie, pourtant je te l'avoue, j'ai tort
Je veux croire au bonheur oublié mes pleurs et t'aimer encore
J'aime malgré tous mes chagrins passés
J'aime t'aimer, on n'est jamais lassé
Même si je dois en souffrir sans fin
J'aime, le reste alors n'est rien
Si tu veux à tout jamais ne plus me voir
Ma vie est sans espoir
Car pour moi sans tes baisers tu le sais bien
Le mot Amour ne dit plus rien
Chérie, pourtant je te l'avoue, j'ai tort
Je veux croire au bonheur oublié mes pleurs et t'aimer encore
Donderdag 2 juni 1988
Warum Es Hunderttausend Sterne Gibt
Warum Es Hunderttausend Sterne Gibt
First performance by: Peter Horten - 1967
Des Nachts am weiten blauen Himmelszelt?
Warum ein Mensch oft einen anderen liebt
Viel mehr als alles auf der Welt?
Warum Millionen Blumen bluhen
Und die Sonne scheint fur Arm und Reich?
Daß Jugend und Vergehen
Hier auf Erden fur alle gleich?
Was immer auch fur Dich bestimmt
Nimm als Dein Schicksal hin
Vielleicht erkennt Dein Herz
daraus des Lebens wahren Sinn
Warum es hunderttausend Sterne gibt
Des Nachts am weiten blauen Himmelszelt?
Warum es immer wieder Wunder gibt
Ein Herz oft treu zum ander'n halt?
Warum es auch fur Arme wieder Fruhling wird
Oft schöner als fur den, der Reich?
Weil fur den einen uber'm Himmelszelt
ja alle Menschen auf der Erde gleich
Donderdag 2 juni 1988
Perfidia (English Version)
Perfidia
Composer(s): Alberto Domínguez; Milton Leeds
Performer(s): Nat King Cole;
and various other artists
Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo
Tanto que ya no puedo sollozar
Solo temblando de ansiedad estoy
Todos me miran y se van
To you
My heart cries out "Perfidia"
For I find you, the love of my life
In somebody else's arms
Your eyes are echoing "Perfidia"
Forgetful of the promise of love
You're sharing another's charms
With a sad lament my dreams are faded like a broken melody
While the gods of love look down and laugh
At what romantic fools we mortals be
And now, I know (find) my love was not for you
And so I take it back with a sigh
Perfidious one, Goodbye
With a sad lament my dreams are faded like a broken melody
While the gods of love look down and laugh
At what romantic fools we mortals be
And now, I know (find) my love was not for you
And so I take it back with a sigh
Perfidious one, Goodbye
Goodbye
Woensdag 1 juni 1988
Sing With Your Eyes
Sing With Your Eyes
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Vangelis
Performer(s): Jon & Vangelis
Don't be afraid look at me
Sing with your eyes
What you see with your heart
Now don't be shy speak to me
Deep in your soul the three words
I love you
Other nights come back to you
Other times they follow you
See the moon it's been out
Many times
Many times
Does the sun forget the world
See the sun begin the day
Some are born
Some are loved
Some are lost and alone Don't be afraid hold on to me
Sing with your eyes
What you feel with your heart
Think with your dreams
Don't try to hard
All questions will float
Away and fly
Please be with me in every dream
Fly by my side I wait here forever
Don't be afraid hold on to me
Sing with your eyes
What you feel in your heart
Woensdag 1 juni 1988
Perfect Strangers
