Vrijdag 26 augustus 1988
Sitting In Limbo
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Sitting In Limbo
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Vrijdag 26 augustus 1988
Pictures Of Matchstick Men
Pictures Of Matchstick Men
Composer(s): Francis Rossi
Performer(s): Status Quo
When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed, I sunk my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired still yawning
See your face come peeking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction gone
When will this haunting stop
Your face, it just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
You in the sky, you with the sky
You make me cry, your eyes
You in the sky, you with the sky
You make me cry, your eyes
Picture of matchstick men and
Picture of matchstick men and
Picture of matchstick men and
Donderdag 25 augustus 1988
Desfolhada Portuguesa
Desfolhada Portuguesa
First performance by: Simone de Oliveira - 1969
Corpo de linho
lábios de mosto
meu corpo lindo
meu fogo posto
Eira de milho
luar de Agosto
quem faz um filho
fá-lo por gosto
É milho-rei
milho vermelho
cravo de carne
bago de amor
filho de um rei
que sendo velho
volta a nascer
quando há calor
Minha palavra dita à luz do sol nascente
meu madrigal de madrugada
amor amor amor amor amor presente
em cada espiga desfolhada
Minha raiz de pinho verde
meu céu azul tocando a serra
oh minha água e minha sede
oh mar ao sul da minha terra
É trigo loiro
é além tejo
o meu país
neste momento
o sol o queima
o vento o beija
seara louca em movimento
Minha palavra dita à luz do sol nascente
meu madrigal de madrugada
amor amor amor amor amor presente
em cada espiga desfolhada
Olhos de amêndoa
cisterna escura
onde se alpendra
a desventura
Moira escondida
moira encantada
lenda perdida
lenda encontrada
Oh minha terra
minha aventura
casca de noz
desamparada
Oh minha terra
minha lonjura
por mim perdida
por mim achada
Donderdag 25 augustus 1988
Pictures Of Lily
Pictures Of Lily
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who;
and various other artists
I used to wake up in the morning
I used to feel so bad
I got so sick of having sleepless nights
I went and told my dad
He said, "Son now here's some little something"
And stuck them on my wall
And now my nights ain't quite so lonely
In fact I, I don't feel bad at all
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright
Pictures of Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Pictures of Lily
And then one day things weren't quite so fine
I fell in love with Lily
I asked my dad where Lily I could find
He said, "Son, now don't be silly"
"She's been dead since 1929"
Oh, how I cried that night
If only I'd been born in Lily's time
It would have been alright
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
For me and Lily are together in my dreams
And I ask you, "Hey mister, have you ever seen"
"Pictures of Lily?"
Woensdag 24 augustus 1988
Sitting By The Window
Sitting By The Window
Composer(s): Peter Lewis
Performer(s): Moby Grape
I was sitting by the window
Watchin' for the rain
The reflection of your picture
Against my window pane
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
The times we had together
It was sunny every day
Now it's cloudy every morning
And it stays that way all day
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
I was sitting by the window
Watchin' for the rain
I thought you were beside me
Just like before the rain
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
Woensdag 24 augustus 1988
Pictures Of A City
Pictures Of A City
Composer(s): Robert Fripp; Peter Sinfield
Performer(s): King Crimson; 21st Century Schizoid Band
Concrete cold face cased in steel
Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
Bright light scream beam brake and squeal
Red white green white neon wheel
Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin
Blind stick blind drunk cannot see
Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak
Concrete dream flesh broken shell
Lost soul lost trace lost in hell
Dinsdag 23 augustus 1988
Un Jour, Un Enfant
Un Jour, Un Enfant
Composer(s): Emil Stern; Eddy Marnay
First release by: Frida Boccara - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Un jour se lèvera
Sur trois branches de lilas
Qu'un enfant regardera
Comme un livre d'images
Le monde autour de lui
Sera vide et c'est ainsi
Qu'il inventera la vie
A sa première pa-a-ge
En dessinant la forme d'une orange
Il donnera au ciel son premier soleil
En dessinant l'oiseau
Il inventera la fleur
En cherchant le bruit de l'eau
Il entendra le cri du cœur
En dessinant les branches d'une étoile
Il trouvera l'enfant, le chemin des grands
Des grands qui ont gardé
Un regard émerveillé
Pour les fruits de chaque jour
Et pour les roses de l'amour
Dinsdag 23 augustus 1988
Pictures
Pictures
Composer(s): Don Reid; Lew DeWitt
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
Here's a picture that we took in Cincinnati
The time we saw that big league baseball game
Here's a picture that we took in Printer's Alley
Down in Nashville when we met old what's his name
Here's one of me in my old '60 Chevy
The one that let us down in Baltimore
Here's the best one that I've ever seen of Betty
And can you believe the dresses that you wore
Here's a picture that we took at graduation
I'm so glad you talked me out of quittin' school
Here I am when I worked at the filling station
And here's one of Ernie actin' like a fool
Here's the last one that we ever took of Daddy
We tried hard to make him smile but never did
And here's one I caught of you when you weren't ready
And here I am when I was just a kid
Oh sweetheart it's so much fun to be reminded
Of how we used to look and what we used to do
And each time we make a mem'ry I'm reminded
I can't picture me with no one else but you
Here's a pose of you that looked so sweet and lovely
That's the way I pictured you right from the start
And here's a picture of you being close beside me
That's the picture that I carry in my heart
Oh sweetheart it's so much fun to be reminded
Of how we used to look and what we used to do
And each time we make a mem'ry I'm reminded
I can't picture me with no one else but you
Maandag 22 augustus 1988
Sittin' Up With The Dead
Sittin' Up With The Dead
Composer(s): C.W. Kalb Jr.
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well out in the country, we didn't have mortuaries
And so it was always customary
For the undertaker to do his job
And lay your kin out right there at home
Yeah, the church would loan you foldin' chairs
And you'd have visitation and everything right there
But when the nighttime came, you'd have to sit up with the dead
'Cause it wasn't right to leave them alone
Well, the last time I sat up was '65
When my old arthritic Uncle Fred died
He was 97, and so stooped over
The mortician couldn't straighten him out
They used a logging chain to hold him down
Covered that all up with a cape and a gown
And didn't tell nobody in the family
Cause that's the kind of stuff folks just don't wanna know about
Well, we were all sittin' there, it was three in the mornin'
And then there come up a cloud, a thunder, lightnin' and stormin'
Well that lightnin' flashed and that thunder clapped
And that chain 'round old Uncle Fred went snap
Rattled and fell to the floor with a thump
And Uncle Fred just sat right up. YEOW!
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
I don't know 'bout you
No, I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
No matter what you say or do
They say the dead can't hurt you 'cause they already left
But what they left can sure make it hurt yourself
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
Since the dead started sittin' up, too
Well, when Uncle Fred sat up, so did everyone there
And there came a great partin' of the foldin' chairs
And that preacher nearly knocked me down
He said, "Whoa, I'm headin' out that kitchen door!"
I hollered, "Fred, that kitchen ain't got no door in it!"
He said, "Don't worry son, it will have in a minute!"
And I ain't never seen so much
Jumpin' and shovin' before
And then somebody stepped on an old cat's tail
He let out a scream, a screech, a wail
And to say the least
That howl didn't help to calm the situation down
And then that lightnin' flashed and that house went black
And I spoke to my feet
I said, "Boys, make tracks!"
And I went through that screen door lickety split for town!
Well, I cut through the cemetery, fell in a hole
It was Uncle Fred's grave...It was dark and cold
Yeah, the town drunk dug it, and he dug it too deep
And unbeknownst to me, he's still in there asleep
And I'm scratchin' and jumpin' tryin to get out of that hole
And he woke up and said
"Might as well come over here and sit down beside me boy
Cause you ain't gettin' out of here tonight!"
But I did
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
I don't know 'bout you
No, I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
No matter what you say or do
They say the dead can't hurt you 'cause they already left
But what they left can sure make it hurt yourself
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more
Since the dead started sittin' up, too
"Weren't no sense in anybody sittin' up with Uncle Fred, anyhow
Uncle Fred couldn't even sit up with his own self
Next time I'm just gonna send flowers! Yeah"
Maandag 22 augustus 1988
Pictured Within
Pictured Within
Composer(s): Jon Lord
Performer(s): Deep Purple
here be friends...
here be heroes...
here be sunshine...
here be grey...
here be life...
here love lies bleeding...
memories so hazy...
and dreams that drove me crazy
here be down...
here be paradise...
here be starbright...
here be pain...
here be smiles in eyes like rainbows...
my father and my mother...
my sisters and my brother
pictured within
where there're shadows ill met by moonlight...
there are dragons I have slain...
and here be bright eyes with hair so golden...
sunrise and sunset and running free...
and laughing at the rain
here be home...
here be travellin'...
here be thunder...
here be blue...
and Sometimes heaven and thoughts of wonder...
the Miracle of children...
a poet and a pilgrim
kith and kin - pictured within
lose and win - pictured within
Zondag 21 augustus 1988
Primaballerina
Primaballerina
First performance by: Siw Malmkvist - 1969
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, warum bist du allein?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
tanzt auf deiner Spieluhr
und musst immer einsam sein
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina, deine Welt ist die Musik
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
dreh' dich zu dem Glockenspiel
im Tanz da, liegt dein Glück
Du bist schön in deinem weissen Kleid
du mußt dich dreh'n, aber nie zu zweit
Sag, weint dein Herz, wenn die Nachtigall
ihr Lied von ihrem Liebsten singt?
Sag, weint dein Herz, wenn die Nachtigall
ihr Lied von ihrem Liebsten singt?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, noch nie hast du gelacht
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
wer hat dich verzaubert
und ins Märchenland gebracht?
Du bist schön in deinem weißen Kleid
du musst dich dreh'n, aber nie zu zweit
Sag, weinst du nicht, wenn das Mondlicht
sich im Lächeln der Verliebten bricht?
Sag, weinst du nicht, wenn das Mondlicht
sich im Lächeln der Verliebten bricht?
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
alles schöne dieser Welt, das muss einmal vergeh'n
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
kleine Porzellanfigur, das wirst du nie versteh'n
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina, einmal bricht das Glück entzwei
Primaballerina, Primaballerina
Primaballerina und dann ist der Tanz vorbei
Zondag 21 augustus 1988
Pictured Life
Pictured Life
Composer(s): Rudolf Schenker; Klaus Meine; Ulrich Roth
Performer(s): Scorpions; Breaker; Firewind
Ooh! Dark meditation
Your second sight can show my light
In a crystal ball
Sweet are the days, intoxication
Crow-black the nights caging my mind
Behind the wall
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Into the rock to find the cream
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Pictured life from yesterday
Ooh! Dark meditation
Deep down inside a stream of light
Begins to flow
Sweet are the days, intoxication
Crow-black the nights caging my mind
Behind the wall
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Into the rock to find the cream
Into the rock through walls of red dreams
Pictured life from yesterday
Pictured life, pictured life
Pictured life from yesterday ...
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1988
Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
Composer(s): Buddy Sheffield
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
I remember a time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
When our cares which were already few, were soon forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh, we'd sit every Sunday and watch the married ladies
And we'd dream of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they'd talk and paint their nails while they let us hold their babies
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Where was I when the time came to join the married ladies
Why did I paint the nail when the finger had no ring
Why do I sit at my age and long to hold their babies
Sittin, on the front porch swing
When the mind longs to follow, but the memory erases
And the lips form the words that the heart no longer sings
When the leaves in the hollow have been dyed to match our faces
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh we'll dream of the time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
But the words to the rhyme are not the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Zaterdag 20 augustus 1988
Picture This
Picture This
Composer(s): Jimmy Destri; Debbie Harry; Chris Stein
Performer(s): Blondie
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you
All I want is a room with view, oh-oh
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour, oh yeah
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this - a day in December
Picture this - freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only oh-oh
Picture this - a sky full of thunder
Picture this - my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you, oh yeah
All I want is 20-20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, oh-oh
If you can picture this - a day in December
Picture this - freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only oh-oh
Picture this - a sky full of thunder
Picture this - my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what you used to do yeah
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1988
Oj, Oj, Oj Så Glad Jeg Skal Bli
Oj, Oj, Oj Så Glad Jeg Skal Bli
First performance by: Kirsti Sparboe - 1969
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når ikke lenger han har noen på si'
Oj, oj, oj, da skal det bli fest
Og jeg skal være den eneste gjest
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når jeg kan slippe konkurrentene fri
Oj, oj, oj, alene med deg
Ja, det et toppen av livet for meg
Jeg har verdens kjekkeste kar, den saken er klar
Men han har for stor appetitt på mini-invitt
Han flyr etter Eva, Lise og Anne
Og boltrer seg vilt som fisken i vannet
Men hver gang han legger på svøm
Så har jeg en inderlig drøm
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når ikke lenger han har noen på si'
Oj, oj, oj, da skal det bli fest
Og jeg skal være den eneste gjest
Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli
Når jeg kan slippe konkurrentene fri
Oj, oj, oj, alene med deg
Ja, det et toppen av livet for meg
Lalala...
Oj, oj, oj, oj!
Vrijdag 19 augustus 1988
Picture In Your Mind
Picture In Your Mind
Composer(s): Larry Knechtel
Performer(s): Bread
Used to be my pleasure
When I'd wake up in the morning
Just to open my eyes and see you
Just to find you were lying there
But mornings now they seem to be an everyday affair
I'm just a picture in the memory of your mind
All I ever wanted
Every dream that I've ever cherished
Was to share in a kind of magic
That only lovers ever share
All you ever offered me
Was the moment then and there
I'm just a picture in your mind
I used to want you, oh how badly did I want you
I could not stand the hunger
I used to stay awake at night and think of nothing but you
And when I would awake to find you lying there beside me
It made me so damn happy
I couldn't satisfy my craziness for you
Now the spell is broken
And my dreams they've all turned to ashes
But I still have a love for living
By loving you I've only just begun
Love is never easy when it's given just by one
I'm just a picture in your mind
I used to want you, oh how badly did I want you
I could not stand the hunger
I used to lie awake at night and think of nothing but you
And when I would awake to find you lying there beside me
It made me so damn happy, babe
I couldn't satisfy my craziness for you
Found a few more answers
And I'm ready for tomorrow
But I still have to stop and wonder
If I've learned anything from what we've done
Love is never easy when it's given just by one
I'm just a picture in your mind
Picture in your mind
Donderdag 18 augustus 1988
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
(Italian Version: Navi)
Composer(s): Otis Redding; Steve Cropper
First recording/First release by: Otis Redding - 1967/1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Donderdag 18 augustus 1988
Picture Book
Picture Book
Composer(s): Ray Davies
Performer(s): The Kinks;
and various other artists
Picture yourself when you're getting old
You sat by the fireside, pondering all
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time ago
Picture book, of people with each other
To prove they loved each other a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book
A picture of you in your birthday suit
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon
Picture book, your mama and your papa
And fat old uncle Charlie out cruising with their friends
Picture book, a holiday in August
Outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend
Picture book, when you were just a baby
Those days when you were happy, a long time ago
Na, na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na, na na
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na
A-scooby-dooby-doo
Picture book
Na, na, na, na na
Na, na, na, na na
A-scooby-dooby-doo
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woensdag 17 augustus 1988
Bonjour, Bonjour
Bonjour, Bonjour
First performance by: Paola del Medico - 1969
Bonjour, bonjour, grade heut' scheint die Sonne so schön
An deiner Hand, durch die Stadt zu geh'n, das wunsch' ich mir nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Der Himmel lacht wie mein Herz, wenn du lieb zu mir bist
Es bluhen Blumen, wo sonst nur der Strassenstaub ist
Ein Vogel singt fur uns beide in Moll und in Dur
Bonjour, bonjour
Die Welt ist wunderbar, sie kann nicht schöner sein
Und sie gehört nur den Verliebten allein
Bonjour, bonjour, es ist Schön, dich mal wiederzusehen
Bonjour, bonjour, nur bei dir scheint die Sonne so schön
Was ich erlebe mit dir, das ist alles l'amour
Bonjour, bonjour
'Bonjour, bonjour' sagen alle, die dich und mich seh'n
Bonjour, bonjour, schlagt die Uhr und fur uns bleibt sie steh'n
Gleich zieht ein Denkmal den Hut, darauf warte ich nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Die Welt ist wunderbar, sie kann nicht schöner sein
Und sie gehört nur den Verliebten allein
Bonjour, bonjour, sagt das Gluck, und es kommt zu uns zwei'n
In deinen Armen flieg' ich in den Himmel hinein
Wenn ich auch weiß', fur mich bleibt nach der glucklichen Zeit
Nur Einsamkeit
Bonsoir, bonsoir, es war schön dich mal wiederzusehen
Fallt's mir auch schwer, so verliebt auseinanderzugehen
Ich traum' von dir, bis du kommst und dann sage ich nur
Bonjour, bonjour
Woensdag 17 augustus 1988
Picnic
