Dinsdag 20 september 1988
Sjösalavals
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Dinsdag 20 september 1988
Pigro
Pigro
Composer(s): Ivan Graziani
Performer(s): Ivan Graziani
Tu sai citare i classici a memoria
ma non distingui
il ramo da una foglia il ramo da una foglia Pigro!
Una mente fertile dici è alla base
ma la tua scienza
ha creato l'ignoranza ha creato l'ignoranza Pigro!
E poi le parolacce che ti lasci scappare
che servono a condire il tuo discorso d'autore
come bava di lumache stanno lì a dimostrare ch'è vero
è vero non si può migliorare
col tuo schifo di educazione
col tuo schifo di educazione
Pigro!
La capra per il latte la donna per le voglie
ma non ti accorgi
della noia che ha tua moglie
della noia che ha tua moglie
Pigro!
Tu castighi i figli in maniera esemplare
poi dici siamo liberi
nessuno deve giudicare nessuno deve giudicare
Pigro!
E poi le parolacce che ti lasci scappare
che servono a condire il tuo discorso d'autore
come bava di lumache stanno lì a dimostrare ch'è vero
è vero non si può migliorare
col tuo schifo di educazione
col tuo schifo di educazione
Pigro!
Maandag 19 september 1988
One Day Love
One Day Love
First performance by: Angela Farrell - 1971
You love for a day, then you go on your way
Breaking hearts, lonely hearts though they want you to stay
Then you laugh, how you laugh when the tears starts to fall
Turn your back, one day love, wave your hand to them all
Yesterday, lovely day, I was yours for a while
In your arms there was peace as you kissed with a smile
Words of love, empty words whispered close to my ear
They were lies, only lies but I held them so dear
How can you be so deceiving?
Why do you injure my pride?
Building me up with your promises only to throw me aside
How many hearts have you broken?
Closing your ears to their cries
How many times have you cheated and lied
With the look of deceit in your eyes?
One day soon, very soon, deep in love you will fall
And the one that you want will not answer your call
So beware and take care, take advice from a friend
Your kind of love, one day love will come to an end
How can you be so deceiving?
Why do you injure my pride?
Building me up with your promises only to throw me aside
How many hearts have you broken?
Closing your ears to their cries
How many times have you cheated and lied
With the look of deceit in your eyes?
One day soon, very soon, deep in love you will fall
And the one that you want will not answer your call
So beware and take care, take advice from a friend
Your kind of love, one day love will end
Maandag 19 september 1988
Pigmeat
Pigmeat
Composer(s): Huddie Ledbetter
Performer(s): Ry Cooder;
and various other artists
Just look here mama
Don't pick pigmeat the way you do
Don't pick pigmeat the way you do
Don't believe it's pigmeat
Ask anybody in the neighborhood
Don't believe it's pigmeat
Kind that you won't regret
Don't believe it's pigmeat
Kind that you won't regret
I got something about this pigmeat
Sweet mama ain't told you yet
I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
You don't believe it's pigmeat
Mama from my head on down
Zondag 18 september 1988
Sjömansvisa
Sjömansvisa
(Traditonal)
Adjö, farväl min hulda, kära flicka
Kaptenen kallar, jag skall gå ombord!
Men lovar du mig huld och trogen bliva
Så går jag glad ombord, ombord
De löftena, som vi varandra givit
De skola aldrig svikna bli av mig
Så länge Gud låter mig behålla livet
Och jag går glad ombord, ombord
Giv aldrig någon annan vän ditt hjärta
Tänk aldrig på att ta din ed igen!
Ty då förvållar du stor sorg och smärta
Och sådan sorg, som hjärtat tär
Kan hända smeker du en annans kinder
Kan hända kysser du en annans mun
Kan hända går du vid en annans sida
Men jag får ensam, ensam gå
Dock, nu farväl min hulda, kära flicka
Se, flaggan svajar av god vind från nord
Kaptenen vinkar, nu till sjöss vi sticka
Och jag går glad ombord, ombord
Zondag 18 september 1988
Pigliate 'Na Pastiglia
Pigliate 'Na Pastiglia
Composer(s): Nisa; Renato Carosone
Performer(s): Renato Carosone;
Nino Ferretti; Enzo Romano
Io cammino ogni notte
io cammino sbarianno
io nun tengo mai suonno
non chiudo mai ll'uocchie e non bevo cafe'
'Na perziana ca sbatte
'nu lampione ca luce
e 'nu 'mbriaco che dice bussanno a 'na porta
M'arape Cunce'?
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiu'
'na vucchella vurria scurda'
Gente diciteme comme 'aggia fa?
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Pe me fa addurmi'
pe me fa scurda'
il mio dolce amor
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Pe me fa senti'
come un gran pascia'
e mi inebria il cuor!
Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste
la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline e glicerofosfato
bromotelevisionato grammi zero zero tre
Ah!
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
'Into 'o scuro 'na gatta
mastecanno 'na sarda
doce doce me guarda
me guarda se struscia miagola e fa
Siente a mme, va te a cucca'
Siente a mme, va te a cucca'
So' 'nu ciuccio 'e carretta
Carrecato d'ammore
ca se tira stu core
stu core che cerca la felicita'!
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiu'
'na vucchella vurria scurda'
Gente diciteme comme 'aggia fa?
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Pe me fa addurmi'
pe me fa scurda'
il mio dolce amor
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Pe me fa senti'
come un gran pascia'
e mi inebria il cuor!
Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste
la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline e glicerofosfato
bromotelevisionato grammi zero zero tre
Ah!
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste
la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline e glicerofosfato
bromotelevisionato dittiti', bicarbonato
borotalco e seme 'e lino, cataplasma e semolino
'na custata 'a fiorentina mortadella, dduie panine
cu' 'nu miezo litro 'e vino nu caffe' con caffeina
grammi zero zero tre
Ah!
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia
Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Zaterdag 17 september 1988
Vita Vidder
Vita Vidder
Composer(s): Håkan Elmquist
First performance by: Family Four - 1971
Soliga stränder
Gröna vajande palmer
Medelhavsländer
Mörka nätter, varma, sköna
Där vill du leva
Jag har ett annat paradis
Vita vidder, gnistrande skare
Fjäll med snö så långt man kan se
Djupa skogar, vipor och hare
Evig sol som aldrig går ner
Här är min värld
Och den vill jag dela med dig
Om du vill vara, vid min sida
Du vill vara, vid min sida
Bara vi båda, förstår varandra
Då är världen vår
Sol på en strand
Eller sol över snövitt vinterland
Lummiga vindar
Gör små vågor i sanden
Medelhavs vindar
För vår segelbåt mot stranden
Så vill du leva
Jag har ett annat paradis
Snö som virvlar runt mina skidor
Nerför branta hisnande stup
Glida ner för fjällkammens sidor
Ensam mellan himmel och djup
Sån är min värld
Och den vill jag dela med dig
Om du vill vara, vid min sida
Du vill vara, vid min sida
Bara vi båda, förstår varandra
Då är världen vår
Zaterdag 17 september 1988
Piggy Bank Love
Piggy Bank Love
Composer(s): Neil Innes
Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
She runs a Greenshield library
Saves everything she's got
For her wedding day
Save all day, that's okay
But give me some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Piggy bank love, piggy bank love
She dreams of cheap land, children,
Towels labeled his and hers
Plaster ducks in pairs
Flying up the stairs
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Piggy bank love
Piggy bank love
Do do do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do do
Do ooo wooo
That's okay, save all day
We'll make her mother happy
With tinted photographs
Of our wedding day
Smile all day, make 'em laugh
But gimme some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Piggy bank love
Piggy bank love
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Some of
Some of
Some of
Some of
Vrijdag 16 september 1988
Sjakie Van De Hoek
Sjakie Van De Hoek
Composer(s): J. Strunk; H.P. den Boer
Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos; Rick de Leeuw
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak
Groot in 't kattekwaad
Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik
Van de buurt en onze straat
Spijbelaar, altijd klaar
Voor 't gappen van een koek
Een ruit kapot dat was een schot
Van Sjakie van de hoek
Hij stal voor ons likeurbonbons
En iedereen werd ziek
En als men thuis vroeg hoe dat kwam
Verklikte je 'm niet
Maar aan oma, die alleen was
Bracht hij dagelijks een bezoek
Dat was hij wiens hart van goud was
Dat was Sjakie van de hoek
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak
Groot in 't kattekwaad
Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik
Van de buurt en onze straat
Spijbelaar, altijd klaar
Voor 't gappen van een koek
Een ruit kapot dat was een schot
Van Sjakie van de hoek
En ieder ging z'n eigen weg
En Sjakie werd soldaat
Voor miljoenen en voor Sjaak
Kwam de vrede veel te laat
Z'n zoontjes zijn precies als hij
Half lief en half piraat
De 1 heet Sjors, de ander Sjaak
Toe, maak ze geen soldaat
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak
Groot in 't kattekwaad
Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik
Van de buurt en onze straat
Spijbelaar, altijd klaar
Voor 't gappen van een koek
Een ruit kapot dat was een schot
Van Sjakie van de hoek
Een ruit kapot, dat was een schot
Van Sjakie van de hoek
Vrijdag 16 september 1988
Piggies
Piggies
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists
Have you see the little piggies
crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt
to play around in
Have you see the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts
to play around in
In their sties with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a darn good whacking
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives
to eat their bacon
One more time
Donderdag 15 september 1988
L'amore È Un Attimo
L'amore È Un Attimo
Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; T. Savio; Enrico Polito
First performance by: Massimo Ranieri - 1971
Ciao perdono amore mio
Stasera scrivo a te l'ultima lettera
Ne ho strappate mille sai
Perché ti lascerò ma non so dirtelo
Mai dicevi nascerà chi dividerci potrà
L'amore è un attimo l'amore è un attimo
Però la vita è un vento forte più di noi
E va tristezza va per lei c'è un pensiero e una lacrima
Addio felicità
Vedrai le ferite si chiudono
Chissà se un fiore c'à la sotto la neve per te
E' passato un mese e già non mi difendo più dalla malinconia
Il mio solo amico qui
È questo treno che va verso casa mia
Mai dicevi nascerà chi dividerci potrà
L'amore è un attimo l'amore è un attimo
Però la vita è un vento forte più di me
E va tristezza va per lei c'è un pensiero e una lacrima
Addio felicità vedrai le ferite si chiudono
Chissà se un fiore c'è la sotto la neve per te
Chissà se un fiore c'è la sotto la neve per te
Donderdag 15 september 1988
Pigalle La Blanche
Pigalle La Blanche
Composer(s): E. Dufaure; Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
White tous vos néons rouillés
White la loi, la vie, les condés
White les nuits pour oublier
Phares de la police dans mes yeux métis mouillés
Black mes cheveux et ma peau
Black c'est écrit là sur mon dos
Black comme de la musique soul
Black is black and really beautiful
And tell me
Why, why, why, why, I don't know
Why, why, why, why, I'm born in the ghetto
Why, why, why, why, I don't know
Deux noires pour une blanche, c'est inscrit dans le tempo
White la couleur de l'accroc
White la lame, noire le couteau
White la voix qui dit encore
Sur Pigalle la blanche fait rouler ses gouttes d'or
Black la mémoire des bistrots
Black les blousons des travelos
Black la mort dans son linceul
Comme un coup de flingue, une baffe dans la gueule
And tell me
Why, why, why, why, I don't know
Why, why, why, why, I'm born in the ghetto
Why, why, why, why, I don't know
Deux noires pour une blanche, c'est inscrit dans le tempo
White la peur qui vous rassure
White le boulevard sous la bavure
White la morale et le nombre
Pigalle devient blanche quand les bronzés sont à l'ombre
Back vers la lumière dorée
Back vers l'épaisseur de forêts
Back très loin de Babylone
Je veux repartir vers les tambours qui bastonnent ...
Woensdag 14 september 1988
Sixty Seconds Got Together
Sixty Seconds Got Together
Composer(s): Hal David; Jay Livingston
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers
The clock on the wall keeps ticking away
Night and day, it’s ticking away
The clock on the wall, like my heart, is saying
I love you, I love you, I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Seems that sixty seconds got together
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes got together
And they decided to become an hour
Twenty-four hours kept ticking away
And they all voted to call it a day
By calling it a day, there wasn’t time to say
How much I love you
Then seven days, they got together and decided to become a week
As they grew and grew, then fifty-two weeks decided to become a year
(I love you, dear)
For sixty seconds every minute, sixty minutes every hour
Every hour, every day, every day, every week
Every week in every year
All I do is dream of you my dear
For sixty seconds every minute, sixty minutes every hour
Every hour, every day, every day, every week
Every week in every year
All I do is dream of you
Sixty seconds, sixty minutes, every day of every year
I love you
Woensdag 14 september 1988
Pierrot La Lame
Pierrot La Lame
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Main dans la poche de son costard, la lame
Fait les cent pas sur le trottoir, la lame
C'est un voyou, c'est un héros, la lame
C'est une star, c'est lui Pierrot, la lame
Au Sud du Bronx moitié cramé, engraisse
Un Manhattan riche à crever, on perce
Tu penses qu'à ça depuis qu't'es né, encaisse
Ce qu'ils n'ont pas voulu te donner, correct
Que le mec soit blanc, noir ou bronzé, la lame
Tu vois que la couleur des billets, la lame
T'as des réflexes et pas de quartier, la lame
T'as la vitesse mais faut durer, la lame
Je regarde partir dans la fumée, la lame
Souliers cirés dans ce merdier, infâme
La série noire pour la photo réclame
C'est pas Bogart, c'est bien Pierrot la lame
Dinsdag 13 september 1988
Goeiemorgen, Morgen
Goeiemorgen, Morgen
Composer(s): Phil van Cauwenbergh & Paul Quintens
First performance: Jacques Raymond & Lily Castel - 1971
Hey... Hello
Goeiemorgen, morgen, goeiedag, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Blij dat ik je weer vanmorgen zag, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Goeiedag, iedereen, dank u wel dat ik er weer bij mag lopen, zingen, dansen
Goeiemorgen, morgen, ik ben blij, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Want ik ben er immers weeral bij, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Goeiedag, zonneschijn, dank u, morgen, dat ik mag zijn
De wereld is een schouwtoneel dat wij bespelen
Voor iedereen een luchtkasteel om van te delen
En krijgen we niet al te veel, 't kan ons niet schelen
We vinden ook het minste deel sensationeel
Goeiemorgen, morgen, goeiedag, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Blij dat ik je weer beleven mag, goeiemorgen, goeiemorgen
Goeiedag, allemaal, dank u, morgen, voor het onthaal
De wereld is een schouwtoneel dat wij bespelen
Voor iedereens een luchtkasteel om van te delen
En krijgen we niet al te veel, 't kan ons niet schelen
We vinden ook het minste deel sensationeel
De wereld is een schouwtoneel dat wij bespelen
Voor iedereens een luchtkasteel om van te delen
En krijgen we niet al te veel, 't kan ons niet schelen
We vinden ook het minste deel sensationeel
Dinsdag 13 september 1988
Pierre
Pierre
Composer(s): Barbara
Performer(s): Barbara;
Becky Fox; Helen Merrill
Il pleut
Il pleut
Sur les jardins alanguis
Sur les roses de la nuit
Il pleut des larmes de pluie
Il pleut
Et j'entends le clapotis
Du bassin qui se remplit
Oh mon Dieu, que c'est joli
La pluie
Quand Pierre rentrera
Il faut que je lui dise
Que le toit de la remise
A fui
Il faut qu'il rentre du bois
Car il commence à faire froid
Ici
Oh, Pierre
Mon Pierre
Sur la campagne endormie
Le silence et puis un cri
Ce n'est rien, un oiseau de la nuit
Qui fuit
Que c'est beau cette pénombre
Le ciel, le feu et l'ombre
Qui se glisse jusqu'à moi
Sans bruit
Une odeur de foin coupé
Monte de la terre mouillée
Une auto descend l'allée
C'est lui
Oh, Pierre
Pierre...
Maandag 12 september 1988
Sixty Minute Man
Sixty Minute Man
Composer(s): Rose Marks; William Ward
First recording/First release by: The Dominoes - 1950/1951
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, listen here, girls, I'm telling you now
They call me loving Dan
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man
And if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come up and take my hand
As soon as I leave you go, you'll cry
"Oh yeah, he's a sixty-minute man!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing,
And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing
Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right
Come up and see your Dan
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man
Sixty (minute man)
Well they call me (loving Dan)
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man
Sixty (minute man)
Well they call me (loving Dan)
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing,
And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing
Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see your Dan.
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Oh yeah! Sixty minute,
Rocking, rolling, ramming, jamming all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man
Maandag 12 september 1988
Piero E Cinzia
Piero E Cinzia
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Cinzia cantava le sue canzoni
e si scriveva i versi sul diario per sentirli veri
e proprio nell'ora di religione
quando tutto il mondo sembra buono, anche il professore
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
Piero suonava solo la musica reggae
e i suoi capelli erano serpenti neri di medusa Marley
sposati di fretta e con un figlio in arrivo
un figlio nuovo di zecca da crescere bene
partirono insieme, destinazione san Siro
con tutto quello che avevano in tasca, un indirizzo sicuro
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
E si che Milano quel giorno era Giamaica
con quelle palme immense sulle strade vuote, e 41 all'ombra
e quando gli idranti spararono sul cielo
qualcuno disse 'guarda verso il palco, c'e' l'arcobaleno'
e venne la notte da centomila fiammelle
la musica correva come un filo su tutta la mia pelle
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno
dai Cinzia torna a casa, dai Cinzia torna a casa
Zondag 11 september 1988
Jack In The Box
Jack In The Box
First performance by: Clodagh Rodgers - 1971
Stop - don't say you'll put me down
Love - don't go away
Drop my feet back on the ground
Open your arms, let me stay
Hold me like you know you should
Don't leave me on the shelf
Like a doll you throw away
So sad and lonely all by myself
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
You know whenever love knocks
I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring
A toy used up when it stops
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
Because for your love I'd do anything
Who just keeps my heart around?
Loves to pull the strings?
You - and when it's upside down
Look at the way that it swings
I can't help the way I feel
It's you and no one else
Comes the tune, but all too soon
I'm just a doll put back on the shelf
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
You know whenever love knocks
I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring
A toy used up when it stops
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
Because for your love I'd do anything
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 la la...
La la la la la la la la la la...
Hey, hear what I say
You'll find someday that I walked away from you
So say I've got to stay
And from today it's love that's gonna break through
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
You know whenever love knocks
I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring
A toy used up when it stops
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
Because for your love I'd do anything
Hey hey...
Zondag 11 september 1988
Piénsalo Bien
