Maandag 13 maart 1989
Uma Flor De Verde Pinho
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Maandag 13 maart 1989
Poem For My Little Lady
Poem For My Little Lady
Composer(s): Mac Davis
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers; Bobby Goldsboro
She’s young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
than a guitar picking drifter
who never gave a damn
And if loving me is all
she ever wants some gonna let her
And I’ve tried to be kind of man
She thinks I am
She makes those little kitten sounds
and (that) trembles when I love her
she makes me feel so bad and strong in me
She whispers how she can not wait
to be my baby’s mother
She’s the only glimpse of God
I’ve ever seen
Her mama sure had warned her
Never take out with a poet
For poets travel rocky roads
In search of truth and life
I’m the only blemish on
Her virgin soul but she don’t know it
and I thank the Lord she’s lying gentle
by my side tonight
Zondag 12 maart 1989
Smoke On The Water (Red Foley)
Smoke On The Water
Composer(s): Zeke Clements; Earl Nunn
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists
There will be a sad day comin' for the souls of all mankind
They must answer to the people, and it's troublin' their minds
Everybody who must fear them will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators shall be taken all away
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
For there is a great destroyer made of fire and flesh and steel
Rollin' towards the foes of freedom; they'll go down beneath its
wheels
There'll be nothin' left but vultures to inhabit all that land
When our modern ships and bombers make a graveyard of Japan
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
Hirohito, 'long with Hitler, will be ridin' on a rail
Mussolini'll beg for mercy; as a leader he has failed
There'll be no time for pity when the screamin' eagles flies
It will be the end of Axis, they must answer with their lives
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
Zondag 12 maart 1989
Podres Poderes
Podres Poderes
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; Leila Pinheiro
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Motos e fuscas avançam os sinais vermelhos
E perdem os verdes, somos uns boçais
Queria querer cantar setecentas mil vezes
Como são ricos, como são ricos os burgueses
E os japoneses, mas tudo é muito mais
Será que nunca faremos senão confirmar a incompetência da América Católica
Que sempre precisará de ridículos tiranos?
Será, que será, que será, que será, será que esta minha estúpida retórica
Terá que soar, terá que se ouvir por mais zil anos?
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Índios e padres e bichas, negros e mulheres
E adolescentes fazem o carnaval
Queria querer cantar afinados com eles
Silenciar em respeito ao seu transe, num êxtase
Ser indecente, mas tudo é muito mau
Ou então cada paisano e cada capataz
Com sua burrice fará jorrar sangue demais
Nos pantanais, nas cidades, caatingas e nos gerais
Será que apenas os hermetismos pascoais
E os tons e os mil tons, seus sons e seus dons geniais
Nos salvam, nos salvarão dessas trevas e nada mais?
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Morrer e matar de fome, de raiva e de sede
São tantas vezes gestos naturais
Eu quero aproximar o meu cantar vagabundo
Daqueles de velam pela alegria do mundo
Indo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais, tudo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais
Zaterdag 11 maart 1989
Smoke On The Water (Deep Purple)
Smoke On The Water
Composer(s): Roger Glover; Richard Blackmore; Ian Gillan; Jon Lord; Ian Paice
First release by: Deep Purple - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
We all came down to Montreux
on the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with the mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the mothers
were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare-gun
burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down the gambling house
it died with an awful sound
A funky claude was running in and out
pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
we had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
it seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
it was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing outside
making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
Zaterdag 11 maart 1989
Poco A Poco
Poco A Poco
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Poco a poco, poco a poco
Todo se puede lograr
Todo se puede alcanzar
No existe nada imposible
Para el que sabe luchar
Todo se puede tener
Todo se puede saber
Hoy puede estar en tus manos
Lo que buscabas ayer
Poco a poco, como gira la Tierra
Poco a poco, como sale el sol
Poco a poco, como pasan las penas
Poco a poco, como nace el amor
Todos queremos llegar
Todos queremos triunfar
Y el mundo es solamente
Para el que sabe luchar
Vrijdag 10 maart 1989
My Little World
My Little World
Composer(s): Gerhard Heinz
First performance by: Waterloo & Robinson - 1976
Birds and bees and apple trees are things
Money doesn't buy but sunshine brings
Oh how beautiful a day can be
When you say the one you love is me
Here we are free to go
When you say you love me so
I just love my little world
I don't need no new sensations
All I want is the simple life
Loving you
the sweet temtation
I just love my little world
We're not rich but everything's fine
I'm sure the one I love is mine
I don't need to be a millionaire
Money doesn't make our love affair
Here we are free to go
That's the place
we love you so
I just love my little world
Vrijdag 10 maart 1989
Pocketful Of Miracles
Pocketful Of Miracles
Composer(s): James Van Heusen; Sammy Cahn
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; Harpers Bizarre
Practicality doesn't int'rest me
Love the life that I lead
I've got a pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
One little miracle a day
Is all I need
Troubles more or less bother me, I guess
When the sun doesn't shine
But there's that pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
The world's a bright and shiny apple
That's mine, all mine
I hear sleigh bells ringing
Smack in the middle of May
I go around like there's snow around
I feel so good, it's Christmas everyday
Life's a carousel, far as I can tell
And I'm ridin' for free
So if you're down and out of miracles
I've got a pocketful of miracles
And there'll be miracles enough
For you and me
I hear sleigh bells ringing
Smack in the middle of May
I go around like there's snow around
I feel so good it's Christmas every day
Life's a carousel, far as I can tell
And I'm ridin' for free
I've got a pocketful of miracles
But if I had to pick a miracle
My favorite miracle of all
Is you and me
Donderdag 9 maart 1989
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
(Italian Version: Fumo Negli Occhi - 1936)
Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern
First performance by: Tamara Drasin - 1933
Covered by multiple other artists
They asked me how I knew my true love was true
I of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied"
They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind"
When your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes"
(smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes)
Smoke-gets-in-your-Eyes
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
