Donderdag 9 maart 1989
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Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
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Donderdag 9 maart 1989
Pocket Of A Clown
Pocket Of A Clown
Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam; Raul Malo
Inside the pocket of a clown
Is a sad place to hang around
Just watching smiles turn into frowns
Inside the pocket of a clown
Inside the heartache of a fool
You'll learn things they don't teach in school
And lessons there can be real cruel
Inside the heartache of a fool
Hollow lies
Make a thin disguise
As little drops of truth
Fall from your eyes
Hollow lies
Make a thin disguise
As little drops of truth
Fall from your eyes
Inside a memory from the past
Lives every love that didn't last
And sweet dreams can start to fade real fast
Inside a memory from the past
Woensdag 8 maart 1989
We'll Live It All Again
We'll Live It All Again
First performance by: Al Bano & Romina Power - 1976
I remember your face
When the first time we kissed
How you stardet to blush
What you said
When you touched my hand
And the drives to the beach
With the sand on my feet
What we drew on the shore
It's as it were yesterday
Mi ricordo quei giorni
Fino all'alba l'amore
Le tue bambole antiche
Sorridevano insiame a te
E I tuoi corti vestiti
Come prati fioriti
Che distesi nel vento
Mi ridavano la liberà
I'd live it all again
Anch'io lo rivivrei
Anch'io lo rivivrei
We'll live it all again
When we had our first babe
How we found her new games
How she smiled when she saw me
And the first time she called you dad
All the good times we had
Although some they were bad
Through the laughter and pain
But the feeling was always there
Mi ricordo quei tempi
Quante giuste canzoni
Quante maschere in giro
E tu sola vicino a me
Solitudine in due
E cent'anni son pochi
Se vivessi di nuovo
Io ti sempre risceglierei
I'd live it all again...
Woensdag 8 maart 1989
Pocket Calculator
Pocket Calculator
Composer(s): Karl Bartos; Ralf Hütter; Emil Schult
Performer(s): Kraftwerk;
and various other artists
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
Dinsdag 7 maart 1989
Smoke From Your Cigarette
Smoke From Your Cigarette
Composer(s): Harold Johnson
Performer(s): Lillian Leach & The Mellows; The Belmonts
Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Things that you speak of make me realize
That you've found someone else to take my place
In your heart, in your heart
There was a time you would say
I was the only one who could bring
Happiness to you or anyone
But now those days are gone
Gone are the days when we would say
We were meant for each other
Gone are the days, those wonderful days
When on you kisses I would smother
Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Please don't say it, darling, won't you realize
And tell me you'll forgive me
Before those days are gone, gone
Dinsdag 7 maart 1989
Pobre De Mí
Pobre De Mí
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solís;
and various other artists
Sol de mi vida luz de mis ojos
siente mis manos como acarician tu tersa piel
Mis pobres manos, alas quebradas
crucificadas, crucificadas bajo tus pies
Abre tus brazos maravillosos
y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti
Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo
de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí
Abre tus brazos maravillosos
y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti
Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo
de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí
Maandag 6 maart 1989
Sobran Las Palabras
Sobran Las Palabras
Composer(s): Braulio A. Garcia
First performance by: Braulio - 1976
A veces, hasta sobran las palabras
cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor
y prefiero la elocuencia de un silencio
a esa frase desgastada, que a nada suena en mi voz
Ya sé que tú puedes creer
que a mí me falta el interés
pero a veces las promesas más fervientes
sólo tratan de ocultar que está muriendo el amor
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
si ves que no me gusta conversar
aprende a interpretar mi ausencia
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
es todo cuanto sé decir
amar es algo más que hacer reír
yo sé que llenaré tu vida de amor (amor, amor)
A veces, hasta sobran las palabras
cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor
y el gesto, que hasta pasa inadvertido
puede ser más importante que un juramento ante Dios
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
si ves que no me gusta conversar
aprende a interpretar mi ausencia
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
es todo cuanto sé decir
amor, amor
Maandag 6 maart 1989
PMS Blues
PMS Blues
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost
'Cause of... PMS blues, PMS blues!!
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold you
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same
Poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues... PMS blues...
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues
But you know we can't help it
We don't even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord... Oh, Lord...
We're going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil
Taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering, huh?
But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those.... PMS blues!!!
You know we'd kill for less than that PMS blues!!!!
You don't want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no match or these teeth a clenchin'
Fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so hateful
PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin' PMS blues!!!!
It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old... PMS blues... PMS blues
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around... PMS blues!!!
Zondag 5 maart 1989
Smoke From A Distant Fire
Smoke From A Distant Fire
Composer(s): Ed Sanford; Steven Paul Stewart; John Townsend
Performer(s): Sanford & Townsend
and multiple other artists
You left me here on your way to paradise
And you pulled the rug right out from under my life
I know where you goin’ to I knew when you came home last night
'Cause your eyes had a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
Lord, I was stung shoulda' seen it come a long time ago
When I realized the reality gave me a roll
If things are the same then explain why your kiss is so cold
and that mist in your eyes feels like rain on the fire in my soul
This lying, and cryin's, upsettin' and getting no where
It don't stack up, so slack up and pack up
I just don't care
Don't let the screen door hit you, on your way out
Don't you drown when your dream boat runs onto the ground
I'd just like to know do you love him or just making time
by filling his glass with your fast flowing bitter-sweet lies
You'll face the after taste when you come home late some night
With your eyes all a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire)
Your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire)
Oh girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Mist in your eyes from a distant fire)
Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant..........
A distant Fire
Zondag 5 maart 1989
Plynth (Water Down The Drain)
Plynth (Water Down The Drain)
Composer(s): Nicky Hopkins; Rod Stewart; Ron Wood
Performer(s): Jeff Beck;
Larry Van Fleet; Ron Wood
I've woken up on mornings such as this
And thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now
Every night for a year I've slept alone
My cold damp room looks worse than me
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Just like water down the drain I'm wasting away
And oh, doctors can't help
A ghost of a man, that's me
I'm going far
Ah, ah, ah
And oh, water down the drain flows to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntin' me
Like moisture from the ocean fills the sky
Comes on down to the ground as time goes by
Ah, ah, ah
Please don't weep for me when I'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Please don't weep for me when I'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
A fear of death that creeps on every night
Zaterdag 4 maart 1989
Pump-Pump
Pump-Pump
First performance by: Fredi & Ystävät - 1976
I used to love watching beautiful girls go by in my time
You have done like the boys do, but now finally you are mine
Let bygones be bygones, now I love you
You gave me more than a man can ever dream, know what I mean?
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
You are not a moment's playmate
You are the man of my life
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
I used to worry so much about all kinds of little things
Now it is easy to laugh and to dance when it really swings
Now we're together forever, I know
Playing the games that two people only play when they're in love
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
You are not a moment's playmate
You are the man of my life
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die
Zaterdag 4 maart 1989
Plus Rien, Je N'ai Plus Rien Qu'un Chien
Plus Rien, Je N'ai Plus Rien Qu'un Chien
Composer(s): Jean Franc Nohain; Mireille Darc
Performer(s): Jean Sablon
Sur le boul'vard de La Villette
Deux femmes travaillaient pour moi
Mais elles sont malades pour trois mois
Une vieille dame à galette
Avait pour moi le grand béguin
Hum - elle est morte ce matin
Et dans un cercle à la roulette
J'ai tout perdu tout tout tout tout
Mais alors tout - tout tout d'un seul coup!
Plus rien
Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien
Plus rien
Qu'un chien qui m'aime bien
Il comprend tout
Il m'suit partout
Il aboie
Dès qu'il me voit
Il saute sur moi
Pour montrer sa joie
Brave chien
Qui n'me d'mande jamais rien
Un os
Il est à la noce
On est heureux
Sans rien tous les deux
Plus rien
J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!
J'ai voulu voir la grande Estelle
Qui fut toujours une copine
Mais elle, elle est en Argentine
Dans un claque rue d'la Chapelle
Le patron me doit cinq cents francs
Mais alors lui, il vient d'perdre ses parents
Y avait aussi Julot d'Grenelle
Auquel je pouvais emprunter
Mais lui, il est à la Santé
Plus rien
Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien
Un chien
Dont on n'm'offre rien
J'ai mis au clou
Tous mes bijoux
Ma pendule
Mon vieux chapeau
L'porte-manteaux
Du vestibule
Plus rien
Qu'un smoking très ancien
Quel pauv'vieux!
Il est bien miteux!
Miteux, mité
Qui voudra l'acheter?
Plus rien
J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!
Que mon chien...
Vrijdag 3 maart 1989
Smiling Phases
Smiling Phases
Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi; Chris Wood
First release by: Traffic - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Do yourself a favor
Wake up to your mind
Life is what you make it
You see but still your blind
Get yourself together, give before you take
You'll find out the hard way
Soon you're going to break
Smiling Phases, going places
Even when they bust you
Keep on smiling through and through
And you'll be amazed at the gaze on their faces
As they sentence you
You don't need a lawyer
When you're in a fix
Someone gets the pay off
You're friends are full of tricks
How could you love something
That you just can't buy?
Own up to the truth girl
Your mother's gone on by
Your companion, brings you flowers
You just hang him up
And keep him waiting there for hours
And you should just see the look on his face
As you slide down the rail
Vrijdag 3 maart 1989
Plus Rien
Plus Rien
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Plus rien ne peut nous arriver
Rien ne peut nous séparer
Le temps s'arrête et tout commence alors
Que j'étreins ton corps
Plus rien ne peut fausser nos jours
Rien ne peut briser l'amour
Qui est en moi
Je vis pour toi
Pour ce reflet dans tes yeux
Quand tu es contre moi
L'instant où je meurs
Et revis en nos joies
Mes souvenirs
Mon avenir
C'est toi
Blottie entre mes bras
Et rien, quoi qu'il puisse advenir
Rien ne peut nous désunir
Rien car tu es mon destin
Et si le temps veut brouiller
Les cartes de mon cœur
Détruire et piller
Ce qui fait mon bonheur
Je me batterai
Mais garderai
L'amour
Même au prix de mes jours
Mais rien en tout cas je le crois
Rien tant que tu m'aimeras
Rien ne me prendra mes joies
Donderdag 2 maart 1989
Mata Hari
Mata Hari
First performance by: Anne Karine Strøm - 1976
There are days I just can't make it even though I try to fake it
When I wish that I could take it, turn a page and start anew
In a world with no tomorrow, I could throw away my sorrow
And pretend you'd let me borrow all the magic and wonder of you
And for a while feel alive
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
Those you conquered with your dance never did have a chance
You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
As our dreams are slowly dyin', we find no escape in lyin'
Why should we go on denyin' life is never what it seems?
But in times when I am lonely, I keep thinkin' of you only
Even though you'd never known me, can't you visit me once in my life
And let me feel you were real?
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
Those you conquered with your dance – they never did have a chance
You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
All the secrets sealed with their lips, they gave away for a kiss
The eye of the morning and star of the night was your name
Donderdag 2 maart 1989
Plus Personne
Plus Personne
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
S'il n'y a que mes pas qui résonnent
C'est qu'il ne reste plus personne
Que même les murs sont froids
Je n'ai plus personne à moi
Quelques vieux souvenirs
Et des cachets pour dormir...
Quelques images qui reviennent
Une place avec une scène
Sur des tréteaux de bois
Des milliers de gens sont là
Mais j'ai dû trop longtemps sourire
Je ne t'ai pas vu partir
Plus que mes pas qui résonnent
Il ne reste plus personne
J'oserai jamais te demander
De revenir me relever
Je vais rester là
Au milieu des papiers gras
Comme un dieu prisonnier
D'une toile d'araignée
Y a plus que mes pas qui résonnent
Il ne reste plus personne
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Woensdag 1 maart 1989
Smiling Faces Sometimes
Smiling Faces Sometimes
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield; Barrett Strong
First release by: The Temptations - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth uh
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
The truth is in the eyes
Cause the eyes don't lie, amen
Remember a smile is just
A frown turned upside down
My friend let me tell you
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth, uh
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Beware, beware of the handshake
That hides the snake
I'm telling you beware
Beware of the pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Jealousy (jealousy)
Misery (misery)
Envy
I tell you, you can't see behind smiling faces
Smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
(Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes)
(Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes)
I'm telling you beware, beware of the handshake
That hides the snake
Listen to me now, beware
Beware of that pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Your enemy won't do you no harm
Cause you'll know where he's coming from
Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya
Take my advice I'm only try' to school ya
Woensdag 1 maart 1989
Plus Loin Que La Terre
Plus Loin Que La Terre
English Title: Stranger From Durango
Composer(s): Richard Podolor; A. Salvet; L. Morisse
Performer(s): Dalida
Il vient de plus loin que la terre
Sa vie est un mystère
Mais il sait me plaire
Jamais même dans un sourire
Il n'a voulu me dire
Ce que je désire
C'est lui qui vient dans tous mes rêves
Se pencher sur mes lèvres
Quand la nuit s'achève
Malgré ses manières étranges
Il est beau comme un ange
Quand il me regarde
Dites-moi s'il faut que j'aime
D'un grand amour
Celui qui vient de loin, de si loin
Que je ne sais plus rien mais
Bien plus loin que la terre
Je voudrais qu'il m'emporte
Comme feuille morte
Un jour quand il m'aura comprise
Je voudrais qu'il me dise
Des mots qui me grisent
Des mots qui me grisent
Des mots qui me grisent
Dinsdag 28 februari 1989
The Party's Over (Sandra Reemer)
The Party's Over
First performance by: Sandra Reemer - 1976
The lights are low
The party's going on
And he was mine
He doesn't seem to miss me
I feel alone
I think that I'll go home
But if I stay at least I hear him
The party's over now
The party's over now
At least I dream it's over now
You're sitting next to me
And we do both agree
Our live ain't bad at all
Yes, the party's over now
One of those bad dreams
Suddenly, came over me
But now I feel at ease
The lights go out
The party's going on
And he was mine
Seems really to enjoy it
I hear him whisper sweet words
But not to me
I wonder, am I really dreaming
The party's over now
The party's over now
At least I dream it's over now
You're sitting next to me
And we do both agree
Our live ain't bad at all
Yes, the party's over now
One of those bad dreams
Suddenly, came over me
But now I feel at ease
Dinsdag 28 februari 1989
Plus Je Te Vois, Plus Je Te Veux
