Zaterdag 6 augustus 1988
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Zaterdag 6 augustus 1988
Piano Mécanique
Piano Mécanique
Composer(s): C. Bolling; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le premier métro s'en va dans la nuit
Un bon café chaud avant d'aller au lit
C'est tous les matins la même musique
Train-train quotidien, piano mécanique
Dans un pop rétro
Tout près de la Cité
Chaque soir il va jouer
Foxtrots et tangos
Musique à grand-papa
Pour des tas de fils à papa
Du Cole Porter et du Gershwin
C'est de la routine
Il n'est pas fâché
D'aller se coucher
Le premier métro s'en va dans la nuit
Trois notes et trois mots avant d'aller au lit
Il fait des chansons, paroles et musique
Train-train quotidien, piano mécanique
Il est plein d'espoir
Il s'endort en passant
Sûr que ça va plaire aux gens
On verra ce soir
Il faut que je l'essaie
C'est peut-être un grand succès
De Cole Porter ou de Gershwin
C'est de la routine
Je ne serais pas fâché
De le remplacer
Le dernier métro s'en va dans la nuit
Dans son bar rétro il joue sa mélodie
Mais personne ici n'entend sa musique
Train-train quotidien, piano mécanique
Vrijdag 5 augustus 1988
Maman, Maman
Maman, Maman
Composer(s): Jo Perrier
First performance by: Jean-Jacques - 1969
Maman, maman
J'ai fait un rêve merveilleux
Maman, maman
Et que j'étais devenu grand
Je marchais au pas
Casque, fusil et sac au dos
Dans la lumière du matin
Le soleil brillait tout là-haut
Il me suivait comme un copain
Maman, maman
J'ai fait un rêve merveilleux
Maman, maman
Nous étions partis tous les deux
Sur un grand bateau
Tout blanc flottait pavillon haut
Et moi, j'étais le commandant
Parti pour les Iles du Vent
Tu étais fière de moi, maman
Maman, maman
J'ai fait un rêve merveilleux
Mais soudain tout s'arrête
De mon rêve d'enfant
Et je vois apparaître
La vraie vie des grands
J'ai le temps, j'ai le temps
Maman, maman
J'ai fait un rêve malheureux
Maman, maman
Je te voyais les cheveux blancs
Je veux oublier
Le soldat et le grand bateau
Auprès de toi je veux rester
Et que Dieu te garde longtemps
Toi, la plus belle des mamans
Maman, maman
Je veux rester encore enfant
Garde-moi près de toi, maman
Garde-moi près de toi, maman
Vrijdag 5 augustus 1988
Piano Man
Piano Man
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Donderdag 4 augustus 1988
Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts
Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts
Yes
Sister Susie's sewing shirts for soldiers
Such skill at sewing shirts my shy young sister Susie shows
Some soldiers send epistles, say they'd sooner sleep on thistles
Than the saucy, soft, short shirts for soldiers, sister Susie sews
Donderdag 4 augustus 1988
Piano In The Dark
Piano In The Dark
Composer(s): Scott Cutler; Jeff Hull; Brenda Russell
Performer(s): Brenda Russell;
and various other artists
When I find myself watchin' the time
I never think about all the funny things you said
I feel like it's dead
Where is it leading me now
I turn around in the still of the room
Knowin' this is when I'm gonna make my move
Can't wait any longer
And I'm feeling stronger but oh
Just as I walk (just a little more time) to the door
I can feel your emotion yeah it's pullin' me back
(Just a little more time) back to love you
(Chorus:)
Oh no caught up in the middle
I cry just a little when I think of lettin' go
Oh no gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little when he plays piano in the dark
He holds me close like a thief of the heart
He plays a melody born to tear me all apart
The silence is broken
And no words are spoken but oh
Just as I walk (just a little more time) to the door
I can feel your emotion yeah it's pullin' me back
(Just a little more time) back to love you
(Repeat Chorus)
Oh the silence is broken
No words are spoken but oh
Just as I walk (just a little more time) to the door
I can feel your emotion (oh baby) oh baby hold me back
(Just a little more time) back to love you
Oh no caught up in the middle
I cry just a little when I think of lettin' go
Oh no gave up on the riddle
I cry just a little ooh I cry I cry I know
(Repeat Chorus)
Woensdag 3 augustus 1988
Vivo Cantando
Vivo Cantando
First performance by: Salomé - 1969
(Pa para para papa...)
(Pa para para papa...)
¿Cuántas noches vagando
Por mil caminos sin fin?
¿Cuántas noches callando
Cuánto te quise decir?
Una profunda esperanza
Y un eco lejano me hablaba de ti
Hoy que volviste a mi vida
Ya solo canto por ti
Desde que llegaste ya no vivo llorando
Vivo cantando, vivo soñando
Sólo quiero que me digas qué está pasando
Que estoy temblando de estar junto a ti
Desde que llegaste ya no vivo llorando (hey)
Vivo cantando (hey), vivo soñando (hey)
Pero me pregunto que tu amor hasta cuándo
Podré guardarlo muy dentro de mí
(Pa para para papa...)
(Pa para para papa...)
Desde que llegaste ya no vivo llorando (hey)
Vivo cantando (hey), vivo soñando (hey)
Sólo quiero que me digas qué está pasando
Que estoy temblando de estar junto a ti
Desde que llegaste ya no vivo llorando (hey)
Vivo cantando (hey), vivo soñando (hey)
Pero me pregunto que tu amor hasta cuándo
Podré guardarlo muy dentro de mí
Desde que llegaste ya no vivo llorando (hey)
Vivo cantando (hey), vivo soñando (hey)
Sólo quiero que me digas qué está pasando
Que estoy temblando de estar junto a ti
Que estoy temblando de estar junto a ti
(Pa para para papa...)
(Pa para para papa...)
(Hey, hey)
Woensdag 3 augustus 1988
Piange... Il Telefono
Piange... Il Telefono
((Adapted from: Le Téléphone Pleure (Claude François) - 1974))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre - Claude François - Frank Thomas - Domenico Modugno
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno & Francesca Guadagno - 1975
Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Tears On The Telephone (Claude François)
1990 - De Telefoon Huilt Mee (Danny Fabry & Silvy Melody)
Pronto
Ascolta mamma è vicino a te?
devi dire a mamma
c'è qualcuno che
Chi sei il signore dell'altra volta?
vado a chiamarla ma sta facendo il bagno
non so se può venire
Dille che son qui
dille che è importante
che aspetterò
Ma tu hai fatto qualche cosa alla mia mamma?
quando chiami tu mi dice sempre
digli che non ci sono
Ma dimmi sai scrivere di già
è bella la tua casa
a scuola come va?
Bene ma dato che la mia mamma lavora
è una vicina che mi accompagna a scuola
però ho solo una firma sul mio diario
gli altri hanno quella del loro papà io no
Dille che son qui che soffro da sei anni
tesoro proprio la tua età
Eh no! io ho cinque anni
ma tu la conosci la mia mamma
non mi ha mai parlato di te
aspetta, eh
Piange il telefono
perché lei non verrà
anche se grido ti amo
lo so che non mi ascolterà
piange il telefono
perché non hai pietà
però nessuno mi risponderà
L'estate andate a villeggiare all'hotel riviera
ti piace il mare?
Oh si tanto, lo sai che so nuotare
ma dimmi come fai a conoscere l'hotel riviera
ci sei stato anche tu?
Dille la mia pena è qua a tutte e due
vi voglio bene
Ci vuoi bene!
ma io non t'ho mai visto
ma che cos'hai perché hai cambiato voce
ma tu piangi, perché?
Piange il telefono
perché lei non verrà
anche se grido ti amo
lo so che non mi ascolterà
piange il telefono
perché non hai pietà
però nessuno mi risponderà
ricordati però
piango al telefono
l'ultima volta ormai
ed il perché domani tu lo saprai
falla aspettare
sta uscendo
falla fermare
è andata via
se è andata via
allora addio
arrivederci signore
ciao piccola
Dinsdag 2 augustus 1988
Sister Suffragette
Sister Suffragette
Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman
First release by: Glynis Johns - 1964
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats
And dauntless crusader for women's votes
Though we adore men individually
We agree that as a group they're rather stupid
Cast of the shackles of yesterday
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And they'll sing in grateful chorus
"Well done, sister suffragette"
From Kensington to Billingsgate
One hears the restless cries
From every corner of the land
Womenkind, arise
Political equality
And equal right with men
Take heart for Mrs. Pankhurst
Has been clapped on iron again
No more the meek and mild subservients we
We're fighting for our rights militantly
Never you fear
So cast of the shackles of yesterday
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And they'll sing in grateful chorus
"Well done...well done...well done...sister suffragette
Dinsdag 2 augustus 1988
Physical
Physical
Composer(s): Steve Kipner; Terry Shaddick
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John;
and various other artists
I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like
makin' good conversation
I gotta handle you just right, you know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about, unless it's horizontally
Chorus:
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good, tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back, you know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view, we know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out the animal in me
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Oh, let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get animal, animal, I wanna get animal, let's get into animal
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Maandag 1 augustus 1988
Catherine
Catherine
Composer(s): André di Fusco - Paul Mauriat - André Borgioli
First performance by: Romuald - 1969
Catherine, Catherine, nous avions dix ans
Souvenez-vous, Catherine, au jardin d'enfants
Je vous offrais mes tartines et mes chocolats
Avec mon coeur, Catherine, amoureux déjà
Et quand la nuit, refermait leur jardin
Se brisait mon coeur d'enfant
Vous me laissiez seul avec mon chagrin
Vous rêviez au prince charmant
Si je riais Catherine, j'avais dans le coeur
Bien des rires, Catherine, tristes comme des pleurs
Où êtes-vous et le prince charmant
L'avez-vous découvert enfin?
Il y a toujours nos coeurs et nos prénoms
Gravés sur l'arbre du jardin
Catherine, Catherine, au jardin d'enfants
Catherine, Catherine, nous avions dix ans
Catherine, Catherine, je rêve souvent
Devant d'autres Catherine au jardin d'enfants
Catherine, Catherine et malgré le courant
Je vous attend Catherine comme avant
Au jardin d'enfant, Catherine
Maandag 1 augustus 1988
Photos De Voyages
Photos De Voyages
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Comme l'enfant des îles
Avec rien sur la peau
Qui regarde tranquille
Croiser les paquebots
Tu descends tu t'approches
T'as l'argent dans les poches
Tu le prends en photo
Au retour du voyage
Dans les coins du salon
Tu revois son visage
Sur des bouts de carton
Dans des boîtes à chaussures
Au milieu des factures
Et des billets d'avions
Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil
Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil
Tu ramènes des images
Des photos de voyages
Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil
T'as tes repas d'affaires
Et tes nuits de travail
Il est assis par terre
Les cheveux jusqu'à la taille
Il répare la nasse
Pour les poissons qui passent
La barrière de corail
Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil
Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil
Tu ramènes des images
Des photos de voyages
Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil
C'était à peine croyable
Ces insectes partout
Ces chambres pleines de sable
Ces femmes à peine debout
Dans le fond de ta ville
T'as remis ton manteau
Quelquefois ça descend
Quinze en dessous de zéro
Sur le bord de sa case
Que la chaleur écrase
Il boit le lait de coco
Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil
Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil
Tu ramènes des images
Des photos de voyages
Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil
L'enfant des îles
Avec rien sur la peau
Qui regarde tranquille
Croiser les paquebots
Comme l'enfant des îles
Avec rien sur la peau
Rien sur la peau
Rien sur la peau
Zondag 31 juli 1988
Sister Ray
Sister Ray
Composer(s): John Cale; Sterling Morrison; Maureen Tucker; Lou Reed
First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Duck and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her big man
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, it's just like Sister Ray says
Rosy and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her Sailor
Who said he's just as big as ever
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, just like Sister Ray said
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots between three and four
He aims it at the Sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh, you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way man, have you got a dollar
Oh no man, I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on a ding dong
She's too busy sucking on my ding dong
Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray says
Now, who's that knocking
Who's that knocking on my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They've come to take me for a ride ride
Oh, but I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on my ding dong
She's too busy sucking on my ding dong
Oh, now, just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching on my line
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now, just like, just like, just like.....
Sister Ray says
Zondag 31 juli 1988
Photographs And Memories
Photographs And Memories
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce;
Priscilla Almeda; Crystal Bernard
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived
Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just can't be true
That's all I've left of you
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
Zaterdag 30 juli 1988
Ein Hoch Der Liebe
Ein Hoch Der Liebe
First performance by: Wencke Myhre - 1968
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
Die uns're Welt so jung erhält
Es war beim ersten Mal, vielleicht hab' ich mich da noch geirrt
Es war beim zweiten Mal, da hast Du mich schon sehr verwirrt
Doch beim dritten Mal, da ahnte ich gleich, wohin das führt
Und dann beim vierten Mal, hab' ich genau gespürt
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, und nur Du bist schuld daran
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, das ich sagen kann
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, und nur Du bist schuld daran
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, das ich sagen kann
So ist es jedes Mal mit Dir, und nur Du bist schuld daran
daß ich das nächste Mal mit Dir kaum noch erwarten kann
Denn beim ersten Mal, da wußte ich schon wohin das führt
daß es ein letztes Mal für uns nie geben wird
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
Die uns're Welt so jung erhält
Seit sich die Erde dreht
wie auch Dein Glücksstern steht
wohin der Wind Dich weht
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
die immer blüht, wohin man sieht
die un'sre Welt so jung erhält
Zaterdag 30 juli 1988
Photograph (Ringo Starr)
Photograph
Composer(s): Ringo Starr; George Harrison
Performer(s): Ringo Starr;
and various other artists
Every time I see your face
it reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I got is a photograph
and I realize you're not coming back anymore
I thought I’d make it the day you went away
but I can't make it till you come home again to stay
I can't get used to living here, while my heart is broke, my tears, I cried for you
I want you here to have and hold, as the years go by and we grow old and grey
Now you're expecting me to live without you
but that's not something that I’m looking forward to
I can't get used to living here, while my heart is broke, my tears, I cried for you
I want you here to have and hold, as the years go by and we grow old and grey
Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore
Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore
Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore
Vrijdag 29 juli 1988
Sister Midnight
Sister Midnight
Composer(s): Carlos Alomar; Iggy Pop; James Williamson
First release by: Iggy Pop - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
Calling Sister Midnight
You've got me reaching for the moon
Calling Sister Midnight
You've got me playing the fool
Calling Sister Midnight
Calling Sister Midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all
Calling Sister Midnight
I'm an Idiot for you
Calling Sister Midnight
I'm a breakage inside
Calling Sister Midnight
Calling Sister Midnight
You know I had a dream last night
Mother was in my bed
And I made love to her
Father he gunned for me
Hunted me with his six gun
Calling Sister Midnight
What can I do about my dreams
Listen to me Sister Midnight
You put a beggar in my heart
Calling Sister Midnight
You've got me walking in rags
Hey where are you Sister Midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all
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
