Zondag 28 augustus 1988
Les Illusions De Nos Vingt Ans
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Les Illusions De Nos Vingt Ans
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Zondag 28 augustus 1988
Pídele A Dios (Javier Solís)
Pídele A Dios
Composer(s): Federico Baena
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Vete de mí si así lo manda el cruel destino
vete con Dios que tengas suerte en tu camino
No lloraré por no amargarte tu partida
nada diré en esta triste despedida
Y un día de tantos, cuando te invada la nostalgia
tal vez comprendas que necesitas de mi amor
Y volverás, y volverás arrepentida
pídele a Dios que yo te quiera todavía
Y un día de tantos, cuando te invada la nostalgia
tal vez comprendas que necesitas de mi amor
Y volverás, y volverás arrepentida
pídele a Dios que yo te quiera todavía
Pídele a Dios
Zaterdag 27 augustus 1988
Six-Five Special
Six-Five Special
Theme from the TV Show "Six-Five Special" (1957)
Composer(s): More; Reine
Performer(s): Don Lang; Bob Cort
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line
The Six-Five Special's right on time
Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright
Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night
My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin'
The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
The Six-Five Special better not be late
The Six-Five Special, platform eight
The train starts a-brakin' hard as can be
The station is a-shakin' like a tree
And I won't be missin' that special kissin'
When the Six-Five Special brings my baby to me
Hear the whistle blowin' twelve to the bar
See the lights a-glowin' bright as a star
Now the wheels a-slowin', can't be far
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line
The Six-Five Special right on time
Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright
Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night
My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin'
The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line
The Six-Five Special's right on time
Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright
Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night
My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin'
The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
Hear the whistle blowin' twelve to the bar
See the lights a-glowin' bright as a star
Now the wheels a-slowin', can't be far
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special better not be late
The Six-Five Special, platform eight
The train starts a-brakin' hard as can be
The station is a shakin' like a tree
And I won't be missin' that special kissin'
When the Six-Five Special brings my baby to me
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
When the Six-Five Special brings my baby back to me
(Over the points, over the points, over the points ...)
Zaterdag 27 augustus 1988
Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve
Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve
Composer(s): Sherman Edwards; Donald Meyer
Performer(s): New Broadway Cast Recording
Adams:
Dear God! For one solid year they have been sitting there
for one year doing nothing!
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America
A curse that we here now rehearse in Philadelphia
A second flood,
A simple famine
plagues of locusts everywhere
or a cataclysmic earthquake
I'd accept with some despair
but no you send us congress
good God sir was that fair?
I say this with humility in Philadelphia
we're your responsibility in Philadelphia
If you don't want to see us hanging
on some far off British hill
if you don't want the voice of independency
forever still
then God sir get thee to it!
For congress never will
Chorus:
You see we piddle twiddle and resolve
not one damn thing do we solve
piddle twiddle and resolve
nothing's ever solved
in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy, Philadelphia
Congress Man: Someone ought to open up a window
Adams: Oh shut up!
They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia
These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia
They can't decide on what is right or wrong
or what is good or bad
I'm convinced the only purpose
this congress ever had
was to gather here specifically
to drive John Adams mad!
Repeat Chorus
Abigail: John, John, is that you carrying on? John?
Adams: Oh Abigail, Abigail I have such a desire to knock heads together!
Abigail: I know my dearest I know, but that's because you make everything so complicated
It's all quite simple really
Just tell congress to declare independency
then sign your name get our of there
and hurry home to me.
Our children all have dysentery
little Tom keeps turning blue
little Abby has the measles
and I'm coming down with flu
they say we may get small pox
Adams: Uh, Madam, what else is new?
Abigail, in my last letter I told you that the king has collected
twelve thousand German Mercenaries to send against us
I asked you to organize the ladies to make salt peter for gunpowder
Have you done as I asked?
Abigail: No John, I have not
Adams: Why have you not?
Abigail: Because you neglected to tell us how salt peter is made
Adams: By treating sodium nitrate with potassium chloride of course!
Abigail: Oh yes, of course
Adams: Will it be done then?
Abigail: I'm afraid we have a more ugent problem John
Adams: More urgent madame?
Abigail:
There's one thing every woman's missed in Massachusetts bay
Don't smirk at me you egotist pay heed to what I say
We've been from Framingham to Boston and we cannot find a pin
don't you know there is a war on
say the tradesmen with a grin
well we will not make salt peter until you send us pins
Adams: Pins madame? Salt peter
Abigail: Pins
Adams: salt peter
Abigail: Pins
Adams: Salt peter
Abigail: pins
Adams: Salt peter
Abigail: Pins
Adams: Peter!
Abigail: Pins!
Adams:Peter!
Abigail:Pins!
Adams: Peter!
Abigail: Pins!
Adams: Peter!
Abigail: Pins!
Adams: Done Madame, done
Abigail: Done, John, done
Vrijdag 26 augustus 1988
Sitting In Limbo
Sitting In Limbo
(Danish Version: Moesgård Strand - 1981)
Composer(s): Gully Bright; James Chambers
First release by: Jimmy Cliff - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Sitting here in Limbo
Waiting for the tide turn
Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo
So many things I've got to learn
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
Sitting here in Limbo
Waiting for the dice to roll
Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo
Still got some time to search my soul
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
I don't know where life will take me
But I know where I have been
I don't know what life will show me
But I know what I have seen
Tried my hand at love and friendship
That is past and gone
And now it's time to move along
Sitting here in Limbo
Like a bird ain't got a song
Yeah, I'm sitting here in Limbo
And I know it won't be long
'Til I make my getaway, now
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
I don't know where life will take me
But I know where I have been
I don't know what life will show me
But I know what I have seen
Tried my hand at love and friendship
That is past and gone
And now it's time to move along
Gonna lead me on now
Meanwhile, they're putting up resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo
Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo
Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
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
