Vrijdag 29 juli 1988
Sister Midnight
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Sister Midnight
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Donderdag 28 juli 1988
La, La, La (Massiel)
La, La, La
First performance by: Massiel - 1968
La la la la la la la la la la...
Yo canto a la mañana
Que ve mi juventud
Y al sol que día a día
Nos trae nueva inquietud
Todo en la vida es
Como una canción
Que cantan cuando naces
Y también en el adiós
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...
Le canto a mi madre
Que dio vida a mi ser
Le canto a la tierra
Que me ha visto crecer
Y canto al día en que
Sentí el amor
Andando por la vida
Aprendí esta canción
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...
Donderdag 28 juli 1988
Phone Booth
Phone Booth
Composer(s): Richard Cousins;
Robert Cray; Mike Vannice; Dennis Walker
Performer(s): Robert Cray;
and various other artists
I'm in a phone booth, baby
number scratched on the wall
I'm in a phone booth, baby
number scratched on the wall
I'm new in Chicago
got no one else to call
Been walking all day
old friends I can't find
hawks so cold
head about me some wine
Calling you, baby
took my very last dime
A little phone booth, baby
number scratched upon the wall
I'm in a phone booth, baby
number scratched on the wall
I'm new in Chicago
got no one else to call
Said call big a reader
anytime day or night
You know I'm broken up cold, baby
and I hope you'll treat me right
I'm in a phone booth, baby
and the cold wind loud outside
Woensdag 27 juli 1988
Sister Josephine
Sister Josephine
Composer(s): Jake Thackray
Performer(s): Jake Thackray
and multiple other artists
Oh, Sister Josephine
What do all these policemen mean
By coming to the convent in a grim limousine
After Sister Josephine?
While you, Sister Josephine
You sit with your boots up on the altar screen
You smoke one last cigar
What a funny nun you are
The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise
Big bad Norman - fifteen years on the run
The sisters disbelieve it: No, that can't be Josephine
Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns
Oh, Sister Josephine
They're searching the chapel where you've been seen
The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
You sip one farewell Benedictine
Before your au revoir
A right funny nun you are
Admittedly her hands are big and hairy
And embellished with a curious tattoo
Admittedly her voice is on the deep side
And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh, Sister Josephine
Founder of the convent pontoon team
They're looking through your bundles of rare magazines
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
You give a goodbye sniff of benzedrine
To the convent budgerigar
A bloody funny nun you are
No longer will her snores ring through the chapel during prayers
Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night
No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell
No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright
Oh, Sister Josephine
Slipping through their fingers like vaseline
Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
Sprinting through the suburbs when last seen
Dressed only in your wimple and your rosary
A right funny nun you seem to be
Woensdag 27 juli 1988
Phoenix
Phoenix
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
I have cried too...I have cried too long
I have cried too...I have cried too long
No more sorrow...got to carry on
Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim
Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim
Never thought I'd see the sun again
Once I was a...once I was a man alone
Once I was a...once I was a man alone
Now I've found a heart to call my home
Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames
Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames
No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long
I have cried too...I have cried too long
No more sorrow...got to carry on
You almost had me, old lady
You almost tied me down good
You played the lady in waiting
And I waited as long as I could
Too long the songs have been silent
Too long the strings have been still
I never knew what you wanted
And I guess that I never will
Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames
Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames
No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long
I have cried too...I have cried too long
No more sorrow...got to carry on
Dinsdag 26 juli 1988
Chance Of A Lifetime
Chance Of A Lifetime
First performance by: Pat McGeegan - 1968
One day, while I was out walking
I saw your face in the midst of a crowd
Here, I thought, is the chance of a lifetime
I thought you'd stepped from a cloud
Think of that wonderful meeting
oh... the sun shone down on us from above
Why should I be out walking that day
and get the chance of a lifetime of love?
Show me the way you are feeling
always tell me just what I should know
Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together
but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of, oh...
I never thought my dreams would come true
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
Show me the way you are feeling
lways tell me just what I should know
Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together
but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of
I never thought my dreams would come true
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
All I want is the chance of a lifetime
the chance of a lifetime with you
Dinsdag 26 juli 1988
Philo-Sophie
Philo-Sophie
Composer(s): Brice Homs; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
À Sophie M. de la part de
Platon, Spinoza, Hierkegaard et quelques autres
Vous, belle insolente,
Dont je sais peu de choses, à part le nom
La marche est lente
À suivre votre pas entre le oui et le non
Vous, belle indolente
Qui mettez tant de temps à vous montrer
Longue est la pente
Qu'il faut savoir monter pour vous approcher de près
Mais quoiqu'il en coûte
Quand on se réveille à vos côtés
Moins impie que l'on se voudrait
On sait, sans aucun doute
Que si votre corps est un délit
Tant de délices y sont permis
Vous, belle insoumise
Dont les beaux yeux d'amour mourir me font
Que je vous dise
Combien, loin de vos charmes, on reste à toucher le fond
Vous, belle ingénue
Même trop maquillée, mal vêtue
Vous restez la vérité nue
Celle que l'on courtise
Et qui oblige à la retenue
Jusqu'à tutoyer la Vertu
Vous, que rien ne grise
Même si parfois pour vos beaux yeux
On a tout dit, tout fait, je veux
Ce soir simplement dire
Que, même si c'est de la folie
À vie, vous serez ma philo-Sophie
Maandag 25 juli 1988
Sister Golden Hair
Sister Golden Hair
Composer(s): Gerry Beckley
First release by: America - 1975
Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
Uh I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden, hair's a prize
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Uh I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister Golden-haired surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Now I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Maandag 25 juli 1988
Philosopher
Philosopher
Composer(s): P. Papini; J. Schwartz
Performer(s): Yellowstone & Voice
All of the children in the park
Searching the sculpture to find where you are
All of the blind men in the dark follow you
Do you know where you go?
All of the travelers on the road
Put down the burdens to see where you go
All of the mortals with their loss
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
All of the people wanting more
Needing to follow a philosopher
All of the wealthy and the poor
Follow you anywhere, follow you
Do you know where you go?
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Philosopher
Can you survive the world you teach?
And can we live the world you preach?
All of your people out of reach
Philosopher
If he should turn his head around
He will see they’re all about
All of these people falling down
Zondag 24 juli 1988
Stress
Stress
First performance by: Odd Børre - 1968
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha det riktig
Bra... bra... bra... bra... bra... bra, ikke glem å
Ta... ta... ta... ta... ta sovemedisin
Små doser er bra, må slappe litt av
Skru på din radio, du har jo sov-i-ro
Ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ringes ved når
Vi... vi... vi... vi... vi... vi, får litt bedre
Tid... tid... tid... tid... tid, siste bussen går
Men en gang - kanskje neste år - skal vi få tid til alle ting
En gang - kanskje neste år - ta alt med ro, bare rusle omkring
Må... må... må... må... må... må, mange flere
Sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... saker jeg sku'
Pra... pra... pra... pra... pra... pratet med deg om
Men... men... men... men... men... men alt de der må
Ven... ven... ven... ven... vente til vi ses i -
Gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen, siste bussen går
Prøv meditasjon... prøv te med sitron
Ta deg en liten drink... ja du må være flink
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å
Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan
Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Zondag 24 juli 1988
Philadelphia Lawyer
Philadelphia Lawyer (aka Reno Blues)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie;
and various other artists
Way out in Reno Nevada
Where romance blooms and fades
A great Philadelphia lawyer
Was in love with a Hollywood maid
Come love and we will wander
Down where the lights are bright
I'll win you a divorce from your husband
And we can get married tonight
Now, Bill was a gun totin' cowboy
Ten notches were carved on his gun
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill's maiden alone
One night when he was returning
From riding the range in the cold
He dreamed of his Hollywood sweetheart
Her love was as lasting as gold
As he drew near her window
Two shadows he saw in the shade
Twas a great Philadelphia lawyer
Making love to Bill's Hollywood maid
The night was as still as the desert
The moon hanging high overhead
Bill listened awhile to the window
He could hear every word that was said
Your hands are so pretty and lovely
Your form so rare and divine
Come go with me to the city
And leave this wild cowboy behind
Tonight back in old Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful pines
There's one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight
Zaterdag 23 juli 1988
Sisotowbell Lane
Sisotowbell Lane
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
Sisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for youSisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for you
Zaterdag 23 juli 1988
Philadelphia Freedom
Philadelphia Freedom
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John
I used to be a rolling stone
You know if the cause was right
I'd leave to find the answer on the road
I used to be a heart beating for someone
But the times have changed
The less I say the more my work gets done
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I've waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won't you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes
Vrijdag 22 juli 1988
Sir William Gower
Sir William Gower
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
I am a sailor, both stout and strong
To a goodly vessel I do belong
Well guard and anchored and well equipped
Sir William Gower and a very fine ship
Our captain in his cabin lay
When a dreadful voice to him did say
"This night with me in the deep you'll be
So prepare yourself and your company"
The sky grew dark and the sea grew still
Though the men were fearful and the air was chill
Sir William rose to meet his men
Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"
"I loved my mother when she was alive
And to my sister I gave babies five
I killed my wife and her children three
So I now must face what has come for me"
"You'll lash a timber close to my side
And throw me out on the water wide
And if I swim then let me be
But if I sink them pray for me"
So we tied his head and we tied his feet
And around his middle a winding sheet
At every knot the sea did stir
Grew ready for the murderer
And then we saw his open grave
The likeness of a single wave
That swept our ship from her stern to her bow
And bore away Sir William Gower
Vrijdag 22 juli 1988
Philadelphia Filly
Philadelphia Filly
Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball
Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all
My Philly filly from old P A
A modern day rocker in a space age way
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, no!
When she kisses, she makes a smack
Makes a shiver run up my back
Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans
Sweetest gal that you've ever seen
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Number one rocker all over this land
Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand
Speaking in class or doin' handjive
Makes everybody just come alive
Philadelphia filly
Man she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go
Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
She's my filly and she can't be beat
Philadelphia filly
Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Philadelphia filly
Oh, she's a dilly
Philadelphia filly
Oh, more pity..........
Donderdag 21 juli 1988
Marianne (Sergio Endrigo)
Marianne
Composer(s): G. Bigazzi; Sergio Endrigo
First performance by: Sergio Endrigo - 1968
Marianne
Mi fai felice per un attimo
Poi non vivo più
Marianne
Che cos'è
Questa gran voglia che hai di correre?
Non ti fermi mai
Qui con me
Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù
Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne
Marianne
Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
Forse è disperata la tua gioventù
Marianne
Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
Che io amo te
Marianne
Marianne
Marianne
Donderdag 21 juli 1988
Phenomenal Cat
Phenomenal Cat
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks
A long, long time ago
In the land of idiot boys
There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat
Who loved to wallow all day
No one bothered him
As he sat, content in his tree.
He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat
And that's how he wanted to stay
Though he was big and fat
All the world was good to him,
And he pointed out on the map
All the places he had been
Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la, la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Once when he was thin
He had flown to old Hong Kong
And had learned the secret of life
And the sea and the sky beyond
So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree
And ate himself through eternity
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Woensdag 20 juli 1988
Sir Patrick Spens
Sir Patrick Spens
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Ewan MacColl - 1951
and multiple other artists
The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"
The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command
"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"
"Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"
They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"
"Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"
Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet
Woensdag 20 juli 1988
Phantom Writer
Phantom Writer
Composer(s): Gary Wright
Performer(s): Gary Wright
I'm not trying to fool you
I'm just trying to explain
How my love for you is more than mystifyin'
Oh baby, my love is blind
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Once I thought I loved you
While I really was trying to find
A way of touching my own reality
Oh baby, I'm still trying
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Hey, hey, hey
Let me learn to know you
Can you show me a sign tonight
I do believe I need to be near you now
Oh baby, love shines
In the light, it smiles from your face
I feel the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
The light, it smiles from your face
Fix me the space where love is inside
The light, it smiles from your face
Melts my mind away
Dinsdag 19 juli 1988
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