Woensdag 31 augustus 1988
Sixteen Chicks
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Sixteen Chicks
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Woensdag 31 augustus 1988
Piece By Piece
Piece By Piece
Composer(s): Todd Rundgren; The Tubes
Performer(s): The Tubes
She looks good
but she's not alltogether right
all the parts are not screwed on tight
there's a touch of tragedy
When she moves
I can see the secret showing through
she'd deny it if she thought I knew
but she could never hide from me
Anyone would think there's nothing wrong
she looks so satisfied
but I've know about it much too long
she can't conceal what she feels inside
I'm gonna show her that
piece by piece, inch by inch
I can put her back together again
I'll supply the love she lacks
and give her back
exactly what she needs
bringing it piece by piece
all I need
to find a way around her depends
is just a little common sense
I don't have a strategy
I'll be the re
like I have so many other times
she'll reveal to me a certain side
that all that I can see
anyone would think there's nothing wrong
she seems like she's complete
but it's obvious its been too long
since she believed what she needs is me
Chorus:
I'm gonna show her that
piece by piece, inch by inch
I can put her back together again
I'll supply the love she lacks
and give her back
exactly what she needs
bringing it piece by piece
anyone would that there's nothing wrong
but she's not fooling me
everybody wants to lead her on
but I believe what she needs is me
what she needs is me
Chorus:
I'm gonna show her that
piece by piece, inch by inch
I can put her back together again..
I'll supply the love she lacks
and give her back
exactly what she needs
bringing it piece by
(Repeat Chorus:)
repeat
Dinsdag 30 augustus 1988
16 Candles
16 Candles
Composer(s): Luther Dixon, Allyson Khent
First release by: The Crests - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Happy birthday, happy birthday baby
Oh, I love you so
Sixteen candles make a lovely light
But not as bright as your eyes tonight
Blow out the candles, make your wish come true
For I'll be wishing that you love me too
You're only sixteen
But you're my teenage queen
Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl I've ever seen
Sixteen candles in my heart will glow
Forever and ever, for I love you so
You're only sixteen
But you're my teenage queen
Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl I've ever seen
Sixteen candles in my heart will glow
Forever and ever, for I love you so
Dinsdag 30 augustus 1988
Piece A-Puddin'
Piece A-Puddin'
Composer(s): Rudy Toombs
Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jo Stafford;
and various other artists
Patty cake, patty cake, bakers man
Put it in the oven as fast as you can
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
I like it in the pot
Nine days old
Piece a-puddin' hot, piece a-puddin' cold
Piece a-puddin' in the pot nine days old
Didn't care much about goin' to school
It was all work and no play
But when I came home about half past three
I'd love to hear my mama say
I thought I had a steak all juicy and brown
I looked at my plate, here's all I found
I don't want ham, I don't want greens
There's only one dish that pops my seams
Mom said, "Son here's fifteen cents
Go watch the elephant jump the fence"
He jumped so high, he started to fly
He didn't get back till the Fourth of July
Grandpa said, I can't trust my eyes
It sure looks like one of Grandma's pies
Run there boy and fetch me some
If I pop my bridge, I'll use my gums
Maandag 29 augustus 1988
A Six-Pack To Go
A Six-Pack To Go
Composer(s): Hank Thompson - Johnny Lowe - Dick Hart
Performer(s): Hank Thompson
and multiple other artists
Hey, Mr. Bartender, Please don't be so slow
I've got time for one more round and a six-pack to go
Tomorrow morning is Sunday, I'm gonna be feeling low
So please, Mr. Bartender, I want a six-pack to go
I've been drinking all night long, painting up the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck just a-honky-tonkin' round
And I don't have enough to pay my rent, I ain't a-gonna worry though
'Cause I've got time for one more round and a six-pack to go
Maandag 29 augustus 1988
Pídele A Dios (José Alfredo Jiménez)
Pídele A Dios
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Pidele a dios que no te haga llorar aya donde te fuiste
pidele a dios que no te haga infeliz que no te vuelva triste
yo yate perdone y el te va a perdonar tranquilamente
yo te quiero mirar viviendo en un altar una vida descente
pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone
pidele a dios que siempre siempre te perdone
que te encuntre al fin en este mundo cruel la vida soñada
que yo te oiga reir aunque yo para ti no valga nada
pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone
pidele a dios que siemepre siempre te perdone
que te encuntre al fin en este mundo cruel la vida soñada
qyue yo te oiga reir aunque yo para ti no valga nada
pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone
pidele a dios
pidele a dios
Zondag 28 augustus 1988
Les Illusions De Nos Vingt Ans
Les Illusions De Nos Vingt Ans
Composer(s): Peter Reber; Maurice Tézé
First performance by: Peter, Sue & Marc - 1971
Monsieur, qui avez l'expérience des choses de la vie
Monsieur, qui avez vécu votre vie
Laissez-nous à présent vivre à notre tour aussi
Oh, vous qui avez comme nous refait le monde et le temps
Laissez-nous rêver, rêver maintenant
Laissez-nous les illusions de nos vingt ans
Madame, qui avez souvenance des roses de la vie
Madame, qui avez été si jolie
Laissez-nous aimer et vivre à notre tour aussi
Oh, vous qui jadis ne rêviez que de valses et de printemps
Laissez-nous danser, danser maintenant
Laissez-nous les illusions de nos vingt ans
Laissez-nous les illusions de nos vingt ans
Vingt ans... vingt ans...
Youth... youth...
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
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