Vrijdag 4 november 1988
Slave To Love
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Slave To Love
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Vrijdag 4 november 1988
Place To Be
Place To Be
Composer(s): Nick Drake
Performer(s): Nick Drake
When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you
Donderdag 3 november 1988
Junger Tag
Junger Tag
First performance by: Gitte Hænning - 1973
Die Dunkelheit mit ihren Sorgen
Flieht vor dem Tag zu den Sternen hinauf
Das erste Licht ruft nach dem Morgen
Und die Sonne geht auf
Junger Tag, ich frage dich
Was ist dein Geschenk an mich?
Bringst du Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Dreh' dich um und zeig dein Gesicht
Junger Tag, enttäusche mich nicht
Durch Zeit und Raum fliegen die Träume
Und kämpfen noch mit den Schatten der Nacht
Doch Sonnenlicht fällt durch die Bäume
Und die Erde erwacht
Junger Tag, ich frage dich
Was ist dein Geschenk an mich?
Bringst du Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Dreh' dich um und zeig dein Gesicht
Junger Tag, enttäusche mich nicht
Junger Tag, was bringt der Wind
Wenn ein neues Licht beginnt?
Bringt er Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Ich bitte dich, erzähle es mir
Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir
Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir
Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir
Donderdag 3 november 1988
Pizzaiolo
Pizzaiolo
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti; L. D'Alché
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti
Il a quitté sa terre natale
Tous ses parents et ses amis
Par une nuit remplie d'étoiles
Entre Sorrente et Amalfi...
Dans sa valise un idéal
Qui l'a améné à Paris
Tout en haut de la rue Pigalle
Par un matin mouillé de pluie...
Il ne savait pas à quel point
Il avait de l'or dans ses mains
Et tenait ça de son grand- père
De faire sauter la pâte en l'air
{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant!
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...
Il était grand, il était beau
Il sentait bon le pain tout chaud
Elles l'appelaient Rigoletto
Au petit restaurant "chez tony"
Où il commença un lundi
Il remplaça un vieux serveur
Parti se marier à l'Equateur...
Le soir quand il rentrait chez lui
Les plus jolies filles de la nuit
Voulaient toutes l'installer chez elles
Dans les parfums et la dentelle...
Il préférait sous les étoiles
Rêver seul de sa terre natale
En compagnie de son grand-père
Et faire sauter la pâte en l'air...
{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant!
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...
Il était grand, il était beau
Il sentait bon le pain tout chaud
Elles l'appelaient Rigoletto
Mais un jour un Napolitain
Roi de l'olive et du raisin
Commanda une regina
Vous devinez ce qu'arriva...
Le succés fut phénoménal
On vint de Londres de Montrèal
Et on livra sur des motos
Une pizza Rigoletto
{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...
Pizzaiolo...
Woensdag 2 november 1988
Slap That Bass
Slap That Bass
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Jimmy Dorsey and his Orch. - 1937
and multiple other artists
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
The world is in a mess
With politics and taxes
And people grinding axes
There's no happiness
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Rhythm lead your ace
The future doesn't fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass
Happiness is not a riddle
When I'm listening to that
Big bass fiddle
Slap that bass
Slap it till it's dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, you've got to go
Slap that bass
Use it like a tonic
Slap that bass
Keep your philharmonic
Zoom zoom zoom
And the milk and honey'll flow
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Woensdag 2 november 1988
Pizza Pie
Pizza Pie
Composer(s): Norman Fox
Performer(s): Norman Fox
Well, we were standing on the sidewalk
Just admiring the view
And we thought that we would go down down
And find something to do
And we saw this place upon the corner
And it looked real swell
So we opened the door, we went inside
This is what we yelled
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Well, I got a chick I really dig
I'm gonna love her all of my life
I'm gonna take her home and marry her
And keep her for my wife
And when the people come and ask me the question
I'm a-gonna tell them why
'Cause she stands in the kitchen
And makes me all those great big pizza pies
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Well-oh-well-oh-well, the time went by, we had some kids
And they're the apple of my eye
And they're growing big and strong and tall
They got their heads right up to the sky
And some may wonder why they're so healhty
This is my reply
'Cause they were born in bread and always fed
On great big pizza pie
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Well-oh-well-oh-well, now I'm getting old
Hey brother, and I'm getting ready to die
But there's one request that I must make
Before I hit the sky
And that request is something no man in his right mind
Did not deny
'Cause when they put me six feet under
I'm taking a great big pizza pie
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Dinsdag 1 november 1988
Tourada
Tourada
Composer(s): Fernando Tordo; Ary dos Santos
First performance by: Fernando Tordo - 1973
Não importa sol ou sombra
camarotes ou barreiras
toureamos ombro a ombro
as feras
Ninguém nos leva ao engano
toureamos mano a mano
só nos podem causar dano
espera
Entram guizos chocas e capotes
e mantilhas pretas
entram espadas chifres e derrotes
e alguns poetas
entram bravos cravos e dichotes
porque tudo o mais
são tretas
Entram vacas depois dos forcados
que não pegam nada
Soam brados e olés dos nabos
que não pagam nada
e só ficam os peões de brega
cuja profissão
não pega
Com bandarilhas de esperança
afugentamos a fera
estamos na praça
da Primavera
Nós vamos pegar o mundo
pelos cornos da desgraça
e fazermos da tristeza
graça
Entram velhas doidas e turistas
entram excursões
entram benefícios e cronistas
entram aldrabões
entram marialvas e coristas
entram galifões
de crista
Entram cavaleiros à garupa
do seu heroísmo
entra aquela música maluca
do passodoblismo
entra a aficionada e a caduca
mais o snobismo
e cismo...
Entram empresários moralistas
entram frustrações
entram antiquários e fadistas
e contradições
e entra muito dólar muita gente
que dá lucro as milhões
E diz o inteligente
que acabaram asa canções
Dinsdag 1 november 1988
Pivete
Pivete
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime
No sinal fechado
Ele vende chiclete
Capricha na flanela
E se chama Pelé
Pinta na janela
Batalha algum trocado
Aponta um canivete
E até
Dobra a Carioca, olerê
Desce a Frei Caneca, olará
Se manda pra Tijuca
Sobe o Borel
Meio se maloca
Agita numa boca
Descola uma mutuca
E um papel
Sonha aquela mina, olerê
Prancha, parafina, olará
Dorme gente fina
Acorda pinel
Zanza na sarjeta
Fatura uma besteira
E tem as pernas tortas
E se chama Mané
Arromba uma porta
Faz ligação direta
Engata uma primeira
E até
Dobra a Carioca, olerê
Desce a Frei Caneca, olará
Se manda pra Tijuca
Na contramão
Dança pára-lama
Já era pára-choque
Agora ele se chama
Emersão
Sobe no passeio, olerê
Pega no recreio, olará
Não se liga em freio
Nem direção
No sinal fechado
Ele transa chiclete
E se chama pivete
E pinta na janela
Capricha na flanela
Descola uma bereta
Batalha na sarjeta
E tem as pernas tortas
Maandag 31 oktober 1988
Skyliner
Skyliner
Composer(s): Charlie Barnet
Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
I'm hurrying home to you
I'm through with being lonely
I'm hurrying home to you
Don'cha know you're my one and only
Fast fast travelin' fast dear
The quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past
(Higher Higher Ever Higher)
Skyliner Skyliner
flying so freely
We seem to really touch heaven
Sunbeams all dance on your
wings where the light falls
And then when night calls
Stars giving a show for the people below the sky
(I'll get home sooner if the)
Jet streams behind me
memories remind me
Your love will guide me
Skyliner fly
(Right to your lover and then)
You'll hold him closely
And sing to him sweetly
Skyliner Skyliner
A silver stream that's crystallized
Shining its rays across the sky
('n bye and bye the clouds roll by)
Why don't we dig that crazy kingdom in the sky, that
Hi-fly swinging in the Sky-liner
Just forgetting the troubles below me
Flyin' in the sky
It's a natural kind of high
When you're ridin' in the atmosphere
The steadily movin' ozone
will direct you to this song you want to hear
Hey (you dig me) If I'm dreaming shake me(better believe it)
Say (you wig me) If I'm sleeping wake me
It's a little short time now upon this place
We're workin' a lot n' frettin' about
The who have n' who have not
So please just take a moment out
And move a little closer
We will sing this song and try to make you happy
Giving a show for the people below as we fly
Hearing the beat of the motors repeat with a sigh
(And so we're riding on the)
Skyliner Skyliner
(I'm hurrying home to you, I'm through with being lonely)
flying so freely
(I'm hurrying home to you, don'cha
know you're my one and only)
We seem to really touch heaven
(Fast fast hurrying fast
dear-the quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past)
Sunbeams all dance on your
(I'm gonna be holdin' you, And now I'm feelin' jumpy)
wings where the light falls
(I'm gonna be holdin' you, I don't care if the ride gets bumpy)
Then when the night calls (Fast fast travelin' fast dear)
Maandag 31 oktober 1988
Più Su
Più Su
Composer(s): Renato Zero
Performer(s): Renato Zero
E poi
di colpo eccomi qua
sarei arrivato io
in vetta al sogno mio
com'è lontano ieri
e poi
più in alto e ancora su
fino a sfiorare dio
e gli domando io
signore
perché mi trovo qui se non conosco amore
sboccia un fiore malgrado nessuno lo annaffierà
mentre l'aquila fiera in segreto a morire andrà
il poeta si strugge al ricordo di una poesia
questo tempo affamato consuma la mia allegria
canto e piango pensando che un uomo si butta via
che un drogato è soltanto un malato di nostalgia
che una madre si arrende un bambino non nascerà
che potremo restare abbracciati all'eternità
e poi ti ritrovo qui
puntuale al posto tu
tu spettatore vuoi davvero
che io viva il sogno che
non osi vivere te
questa vita ti sfugge se tu non la fermerai
se qualcuno sorride tu non tradirlo mai
la speranza è una musica antica e un motivo in più
canterai e piangerai insieme a me dimmi lo vuoi tu
sveleremo al nemico quel poco di lealtà
insegneremo i perdono a chi dimenticare non sa
la paura che senti è la stessa che provo io
canterai e piangerai insieme a me
fratello mio
più su
più su
più su
ed io mi calerò
nel ruolo che ormai è mio
finché ci crederò
finché ce la farò
più su
più su
più su
fino a sposare il blu
fino a sentire che
ormai sei parte di me
più su
più su
Zondag 30 oktober 1988
Baby, Baby
Baby, Baby
Composer(s): Ignace Baert - Erik Marijsse
First performance by: Nicole & Hugo - 1973
Baby, baby - Wat is er nou?
Zeg me even, ben ik van jou?
Zeg het me nog wel duizend maal
Spreek van liefde in elke taal
Liefde is broos
't is net als porselein
Oh... breekt in je hand
Voor het voltooid kan zijn
Laat ons samen zijn
Baby, baby, I love you
Yo te quiero, oui mon amour
't is zo heerlijk samen te zijn
Maar het scheiden doet toch geen pijn
Toch weet ik wel een vrouw kan niets alleen
Oh... liefde gebeurt enkel met twee bij een
Laat ons samen zijn
Soms is liefde maar niet de pijn
Oh... wou je dat het anders wil zijn
Baby, baby - Wat is er nou?
Zeg me even, ben ik van jou?
Zeg het me nog wel duizend maal
Spreek van liefde in elke taal
Baby, baby, I love you
Yo te quiero, oui mon amour
't is zo heerlijk samen te zijn
Maar het scheiden doet toch geen pijn
Zondag 30 oktober 1988
Più O Meno
Più O Meno
Composer(s): Renato Zero
Performer(s): Renato Russo
Più vivi e meno sai
più spendi e meno hai
più o meno, sei qui
in lista anche tu...
chissà se uscirà
il tuo terno, chissà!
Più o meno umanità
più o meno libertà
chi vola, e chi no
chi vorrebbe...e non può
Ferirsi, no!
Tradirsi, no!
se poi, scopri che, il male tuo, è dentro di te
se potessi chiamare amore
la rabbia, che ho dentro me
potessi ricominciare, ricomincerei con te
Ricominciamo!
Ricominciamo!
Ho un'anima in più
più vera, di più...
se resti con me
tornerò ad essere un re!
Ricominciamo!
No! Fermarsi, no!
Fuggire, no!
Perdersi, no!
Se oscurasiomo i sentimenti
sarebbe notte, e poi...
Pianetti spenti
stelle cadenti, noi!
Fa che non sai così!
Zaterdag 29 oktober 1988
Skyline Pigeon
Skyline Pigeon
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Turn me loose from your hands
Let me fly to distant lands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forest fountains
Home along the lanes of the skyway
For this dark and lonely room
Projects a shadow cast in gloom
And my eyes are mirrors
Of the world outside
Thinking of the way
That the wind can turn the tide
And these shadows turn
From purple into grey
For just a Skyline Pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting for the day
He can spread his wings
And fly away again
Fly away skyline pigeon fly
Towards the dreams
You've left so very far behind
Just let me wake up in the morning
To the smell of new mown hay
To laugh and cry, to live and die
In the brightness of my day
I want to hear the pealing bells
Of distant churches sing
But most of all please free me
From this aching metal ring
And open out this cage towards the sun
Zaterdag 29 oktober 1988
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell;
Bing Crosby; Bob Hope
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
But I ain't got a thing left to hock
She was peaches, she was honey, and she cost me all my money
'cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream (was her dream)
Took her dancin', took her dinin' till her blue eyes were shinin'
With the sights that they never had seen (never seen)
If you should run into a golden-haired angel
And ask her tonight for a date
She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire
Who is calling again about eight
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I've just gotta get five or ten (five or ten)
(From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
Gotta be with my angel again
She was peaches, she was honey, and she cost me all my money
'cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream (was her dream)
(Took her dancin', took her dinin' till her blue eyes were shinin')
(With the sights that they never had seen)
If you should run into a golden-haired angel
And ask her tonight for a date
She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire
Who is calling again about eight
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I've just gotta get five or ten (five or ten)
(From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
Gotta be with my angel again
Gotta be with my angel again
Vrijdag 28 oktober 1988
Tom Tom Tom
Tom Tom Tom
First performance by: Marion Rung - 1973
Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
I hear the music
Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
That's how it goes
Music wakes me up every morning
Skylight seem to bring on the sun
Bluebirds chase my blues with the dawning
I don't mind the work to be done
Your smile makes my life worth the living
And tells me how lucky I am
To share in the love you are giving
Every day, in every way
Every city sound has a rhythm
Rhythm with the beat of my heart
Begging me to sing along with him
Telling me to give love a start
Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
I hear the music
Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
That's how it goes
All day long, the hurry and scurry
Tangled is the web that we weave
Let the others whisper and worry
As for me, my heart's on my sleeve
Your smile makes my life worth the living
And tells me how lucky I am
To share in the love you are giving
Every day, in every way
Nightingales all welcome the nighttime
Soothing me to sleep with their song
Your love came along at the right time
Love that keeps me singing along
Ah... Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
I hear the music
Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom
That's how it goes
Yeah
Tra la la la la la la la la
Ra la la la la la la la
Ra la la la la la la la la
Ra la la la la la la la
Your smile makes my life worth the living
And tells me how lucky I am
To share in the love you are giving
Every day, in every way
Nightingales all welcome the nighttime
Soothing me to sleep with their song
Your love came along at the right time
Love that keeps me singing along
It's love that keeps me singing along
Vrijdag 28 oktober 1988
Pittsburgh Stealers
Pittsburgh Stealers
Composer(s): Larry Kingston; Jim Rushing
Performer(s): The Kendalls
Found myself in Pittsburg
Working in the steal mill
An' I was a southern girl
Who's husband did the same
But he pulled the night shift
And I worked the day shift
And it came too easy
For us to play the game
They could call us, the Pittsburg Stealers
Stealing half of us, and cheatin' on a time or two
We both know the score, but we run back for more
And tonight, the Pittsburg Stealers played again
Mornin' will find us
With a night of love behind us
On a back street of Pittsburg
Time after time
Just "touch and go" lovers
Runnin' for cover
And ev'ry time we meet
We're layin' it all along the line
They could call us, the Pittsburg Stealers
Stealing half of us, and cheatin' on a time or two
We both know the score, but we run back for more
And tonight the Pittsburg Stealers played again
And tonight the Pittsburg Stealers played again
Donderdag 27 oktober 1988
Skylark
Skylark
Composer(s): Hoagy Carmichael; Johnny Mercer
First recording/First release by: Gene Krupa & His Orch. (vocal: Anita O'Day) - 1941/1942
Covered by multiple other artists
Skylark
Have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed?
Skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring?
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane
And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music of the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
Skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
Oh, Skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Donderdag 27 oktober 1988
Pistols 'N' Petticoats
Pistols 'N' Petticoats
Composer(s): George Tibbles; Jack Elliot
Here's the legend about the Hanks in Pistols 'n' Petticoats
Henrietta could fire a gun with one hand milkin' the goat
And hit a coyote on the run in Pistols 'n' Petticoats
The story goes that grandma was the best
(At shootin' buttons off a rustler's vest)
Shootin' buttons off a rustler's vest.
Grandpa kept his gun in trim
(Nobody messed around with him)
Nobody messed around with him
Chasin' bandits for them was fun from Bristol to Terre Haute
Everyone in the west would run from Pistols 'n' Petticoats
That's the legend about the Hanks just the way she was wrote
They kept busy protectin' banks in Pistols 'n' Petticoats
Woensdag 26 oktober 1988
The Skye Boat Song
The Skye Boat Song
Composer(s): Ali McLeod
Performer(s): The Corries
and multiple other artists
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
Thunder clouds rend the air
Baffled, our foe's stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Woensdag 26 oktober 1988
Pistolet Jo
