Donderdag 5 december 1991
Won't It Ever Be Morning
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Won't It Ever Be Morning
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Donderdag 5 december 1991
Puppy Love
Puppy Love
Composer(s): Paul Anka
Performer(s): Paul Anka
And they called it puppy love
Oh I guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels
And why I love her so
And they called it puppy love
Just because we’re seventeen
Tell them all it isn’t fair
To take away my only dream
I cry each night these tears for you
My tears are all in vein
Oh I’ll hope and I’ll pray that may be some day
You’ll be back in my arms once again
Someone help me, help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love
Someone help me, help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love
Woensdag 4 december 1991
Song On The Sand
Song On The Sand
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Elisabeth Welch
Do you recall that beach we walked along that afternoon in fall
That afternoon we met?
A fellow with a concertina sang… what was the song?
It is strange what we recall and how what we forget
I heard la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da as we walked on the sand
La-da-da-da – I believe it was early September
Through the crash of the waves I could tell that the words were romantic
Something about ‘sharing’, something about ‘always’
Though the years race along, I still think of our song of the sand
And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember
Though the time tumbles by, there is one thing that I am forever certain of
I hear la-da-da-da-da
And I am young and in love
Da-da-da, da-da-da, as we walked on the sand
I heard
La-da-da-da – I believe it was early September
Through the crash of the waves I could tell that the words were romantic
Something about ‘sharing’, something about ‘always’
Though the years race along, I still think of our song of the sand
And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember
Though the time tumbles by, there is one thing that I am forever certain of
I hear la-da-da-da-da
And I am young and in love
Woensdag 4 december 1991
Puppet On A String
Puppet On A String
(Danish Version: Lille Marionet - 1967)
Composer(s): William Wylie MacPherson Martin; Phil Coulter
First release by: Sandie Shaw - 1967
I wonder if one day that
You'll say that you care
If you say you love me madly
I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string
Love is just like a merry-go-round
With all the fun of the fair
One day I'm feeling down on the ground
Then I'm up in the air
Are you leading me on?
Tomorrow, will you be gone?
I wonder if one day that
You'll say that you care
If you say you love me madly
I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string
I may win on the roundabouts
But then I'll lose on the swings
In or out, there is never a doubt
Just who's pulling the strings
I'm so tied up in you
But where's it leading me to?
I wonder if one day that
You'll say that you care
If you say you love me madly
I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string
I wonder if one day that
You'll say that you care
If you say you love me madly
I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a...
...string
Dinsdag 3 december 1991
Je Suis Un Vrai Garçon
Je Suis Un Vrai Garçon
First performance by: Nina Morato - 1994
Je peux pas
J'veux pas, j'peux pas
Laisse-moi
J'veux pas, j'peux pas
J'ai pas
Lâche-moi
J'veux pas rentrer chez moi
Il n'est plus rien pour moi
Mais j'peux pas tout lui dire
J'veux pas lui mentir
Je sais j'suis son amour
Forcément y'a des jours
Où c'est lourd
C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis celle qui t'ensorcelle
Elle...
J'vais pas rentrer chez moi
Lui raconter pourquoi
Pourquoi j'aurais pas dû
Et comment j'ai pu
Je sais j'suis son amour
Forcément y'a des jours
Où c'est lourd
C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis celle qui t'ensorcelle
Elle...
Je suis un vrai garçon
J'peux plus rentrer chez moi
J'ai pas d'explication
C'est un autre qui m'a perdu ma raison
Je sais j'suis son amour
Mais putain y'a des jours
Où c'est lourd
C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis un...
C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon
Je suis un vrai...
C'est moi
Dinsdag 3 december 1991
Puppet Man (Tom Jones)
Puppet Man
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Tom Jones;
and various other artists
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
Baby, Baby you know it's true
I'm a puppet just for you
I'll do any little thing you say
I wouldn't have it any other way
Take my heart and take my soul
I'm givin' you complete control
If you wanna see me do my thing
Baby pull my string Huh, yea
Puppet man, puppet man-an
Baby, Baby, I'm your sweet pet
I'm just your personal marionette
Wind me up and let me go
Don't you know I'm a one man show?
Raise your finger and I'll perform
I'll crack a jack till' the crack a dawn
If you wanna see me do my thing, baby pull my string
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Puppet man, puppet ma-an
Baby, Baby I'm warning you, satisfaction guaranteed
Anytime you feel uptight
I'm at your service morning noon or night
I do whatcha' want me to
'Cause I'm a puppet just for you
But if you wanna see me do my thing
Baby pull my string
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Puppet man
Baby, I'm your puppet man
Ya I might even...
If you pull my string
I'll do anything
Baby, baby I'm your puppet man
Can't do anything unless ya pull my string
Love ya, Love ya, Love ya, Love ya!
Down deep in your soul
Do anything, I might even love you
Wow-oh
Maandag 2 december 1991
Song On The Radio
Song On The Radio
Composer(s): Al Stewart
Performer(s): Al Stewart
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through
I was changing the radio stations
With my mind on you
Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma"
But that's not the way that you are
It's too much of a gentle misnomer
For a shooting star
But you and me baby
I saw you there
Straight away I knew
There's really no hiding
I'll tell you right now
What we're gonna do
We'll go collecting the days
Putting the moments away
You're on my mind like a
Song on the Radio
I remember the first time I saw you
Alone in the dark with a drink
With a candle flame burning before you
And your thoughts closed in
You were staring out into the distance
Not seeming to hear what I said
Why did you put up such resistance
Like all the lights are red
'Cause you and me baby
I saw you there
Straight away I knew
There's really no hiding
I'll tell you right now
What we're gonna do
We'll go collecting the days
Putting the moments away
You're on my mind like a
Song on the Radio
I don't know what it was that was painful
But sometimes it's there in your face
There are times when you just look disdainful
Of the human race
Ah, but then on the wings of emotion
We circle each other in flight
Till together we roll like the ocean
In its bed at night
'Cause you and me baby
I saw you there
Straight away I knew
There's really no hiding
I'll tell you right now
What we're gonna do
We'll go collecting the days
Putting the moments away
You're on my mind like a
Song on the Radio
You're on my mind like a
Song on the Radio
Maandag 2 december 1991
Puppet Man (Longdancer)
Puppet Man
Performer(s): Longdancer
I can take you by the hand
lead you to a land
where there's not a care
I can hoax you I can coax you
when there's nothing there
I can tie you on a string
make you dance and sing
to the tune I play
I can fool you I can rule you
you can't get away
('cause) I'm a puppet man, I'm a puppet man
can't you see I am, can't you see I am
I'm a puppet man, I'm a puppet man
I can make you part of my plan
'cause I'm a puppet man
I can beat you to the line
bring you peace of mind
for another day
I can take you I can make you
do the things I say
I can leave you on the ground
or turn your head around
make you step in time
I can fake you or forsake you
the choice is mine
and you won't understand
I'm the puppet man
that's what I am
Zondag 1 december 1991
Ella No Es Ella
Ella No Es Ella
Composer(s): Alejandro Abad
Performer(s): Alejandro Abad
Cuando estoy con ella
Soy un laberinto de indecisión
Cuando estoy con ella
Juego con mi imaginación
Ella me da su sonrisa
Y yo, con mis prisas, me suelo ahogar
Y le digo acabemos
Y ella persigue mis ratos de fuego
Ella, ella no es ella
Ella es la otra, la que me impulsa
Y está en mi memoria
La otra es la que nunca podré olvidar
No, ella, ella no es ella
Ella es la otra, la que me excita
Y quema mi ropa
La otra es la piedra y yo, el volcán
Cuando estoy con ella
Sé que todo va peor
Y cuando pienso en la otra
Soy casi, casi un dios
Ella me baja la luna
La otra despierta mi instinto animal
La otra es mi fortuna
Mi musa desnuda, mi mejor remedio
Ella, ella no es ella
Ella es la otra, la que me impulsa
Y está en mi memoria
La otra es la que nunca podré olvidar
No, ella, ella no es ella
Ella es la otra, la que me excita
Y quema mi ropa
La otra es la piedra y yo, el volcán
Zondag 1 december 1991
Punto Negro
Punto Negro
Composer(s): Roberto Reynoso
Performer(s): Javier Solís
No quiero ya saber si te mueres o no por mi cariño
ni me importa que tú diciendo vayas hoy que me dejaste
Yo sé que para ti igual que para mí hay otros besos
porqué insistes en ser en mi quieto vivir un punto negro
Tu orgullo de mujer te ha vuelto mala y cruel y me atormenta
cuando el amor se va se queda el corazón ensombrecido
Olvida tu rencor que sólo ha de empañar aquellas horas
no quiero que seas tú de esta historia de amor el punto negro
Tu orgullo de mujer te ha vuelto mala y cruel y me atormenta
cuando el amor se va se queda el corazón ensombrecido
Olvida tu rencor que sólo ha de empañar aquellas horas
no quiero que seas tú de esta historia de amor el punto negro
Zaterdag 30 november 1991
Song Of Winter
Song Of Winter
(French Version: Fleur De lune - 1970)
Composer(s): Mickey Jones - Tommy Brown
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 1969
I'm the song of winter
I'm the falling snow
can't you hear me calling you
whenever the north wind blows
I'm the cool of evening
I'm the velvet sky
can't you hear me calling you
whenever the breeze passes by
oh, can't you hear me calling
oh, can't you hear my love
oh, can't you hear me calling you
for wherever you are
I am sending my love
I'm the misty rainbow
I'm a falling star
can't you hear me calling you
my love is wherever you are
oh, can't you hear me calling
oh, can't you hear my love
oh, can't you hear me calling you
on the day you return
I'll be waiting, my love
I'm the song of winter
I'm the falling snow
I'm the cool of evening
I'm a velvet sky
I'm a falling star
I'm a misty rainbow
Zaterdag 30 november 1991
Puño Loco
Puño Loco
Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco
Hice caer el cielo, rompí todos los vientos
hice llorar sólo con un puño loco
Hice hablar al mundo, latir su corazón
le hice ver que la sangre era de todos
Si estuviera acá, con campanas soñaría
Requiem para un luchador callejero
Fui un mago más, piedra dura de romper
fui el rey del club de lo oscuro
Soy eterno, un hijo más
de este credo popular, quizá un tonto
Soy leyenda y por lo tanto
siempre estaré saltando, como un mono
Aunque tape la humedad de la pared de un viejo bar
nunca mi sonrisa se despintará del todo
Un día me fui sin haberme ido de aquí
somos varios los que estamos volviendo
Desde siempre fui gran valiente porque sí
quise en lo posible mirar hacia adentro
Puse un presidente y un villero a un mismo pozo
y los dibujé a todos con mis ojos
Soy eterno, un hijo más
de este credo popular, quizá un tonto
Soy leyenda y por lo tanto
siempre estaré saltando como un mono
Soy eterno, un hijo más
de este credo popular, quizá un tonto
Soy leyenda y por lo tanto
siempre estaré saltando como un mono
Vrijdag 29 november 1991
Für Den Frieden Der Welt
Für Den Frieden Der Welt
Petra Frey - 1994
Worte, die wehtun und Bilder, die schrei'n
Wehende Fahnen im Wind
Grenzen, die Lügen, und keiner mehr kennt
Und Menschen von Tränen fast blind
Manchmal, da hör' ich ein Lied tief in mir
Das mir von Liebe erzählt
Sehnsucht nach Freiheit und nach einer Welt
Wo jeder den and'ren versteht
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht
Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht
Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört
Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht
Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht
Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört
Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Flehende Herzen im Dunkel der Nacht
Wann sehen sie wieder Licht?
Wer gibt den Kindern ihr Lachen zurück
Bevor ihre Hoffnung zerbricht?
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht
Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht
Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört
Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Und es darf nicht mehr sein
Dass man Mut dazu braucht
Um den anderen Liebe zu zeigen
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht
Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht
Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört
Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Dieses Lied
Vrijdag 29 november 1991
Punky's Dilemma
Punky's Dilemma
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies
Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style
Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down
Comin' up brown
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam
I'm a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan
Ah, South California
If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane
Best wishes, Martin
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door)
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for
Donderdag 28 november 1991
Song Of The Vagabonds
Song Of The Vagabonds
Composer(s): Rudolf Friml - Brian Hooker
Performer(s): Dennis King
and multiple other artists
Come all you Beggars of Paris town
You lousy rabble of low degree
(You rabble of low degree!)
Well spare King Louis to keep his crown
And save our city from Burgundy
(Our city from Burgundy)
You and I are good for nothing but to die
We can die for Liberty
Sons of toil and danger
Will you serve a stranger
And bow down to Burgundy
Sons of shame and sorrow
Will you cheer tomorrow
For the crown of Burgundy?
Onward! Onward! Swords against the Foe
Forward! Forward the lily banners go!
Sons of France around us
Break the chain that bound us
And to Hell with Burgundy!
Sons of toil and danger
Will you serve a stranger
And bow down to Burgundy
Sons of shame and sorrow
Will you cheer tomorrow
For the crown of Burgundy?
Onward! Onward! Swords against the Foe
Forward! Forward the lily banners go!
Sons of France around us
Break the chain that bound us
And to Hell with Burgundy!
Donderdag 28 november 1991
Punish Her
Punish Her
Composer(s): Johnny Gluck; Neval Nader
Performer(s): Bobby Vee
If she has wronged you
Found someone new
But you feel it's not over
Here's what you must do
Punish her, kill her with kindness
Oh, buy her red roses everyday
Ah, punish her with so much affection
That she will cry for the love she threw away
She'll soon rediscover with tears in her eyes
That you're the only lover she was born to idolise
Just punish her, blind her with kisses
Ahh, till she can't see how she let you go, a-ho-ho
Then whisper darling, darling, darling
I still love you so
(Punish her, punish her)
(Punish her, punish her)
Ah, punish her, blind her with kisses
Yeah, till she can't see how she let you go, a-ho-ho
Whisper darling, darling, darling
I still love you so
Punish her, a-ha-ha, punish her, umm-umm
Punish her, a-ha-ha, ah, punish her, oh yeah
Punish.......
Woensdag 27 november 1991
Duett
Duett
Composer(s): Rolf Løvland
First performance by: Elisabeth Andreassen & Jan Werner Danielsen - 1994
Med din sang strømmer varmen inn
Bringer vår til et frossnet sinn
Gjennom is finner sangen vei
Til en elv dypt inni meg
Isen går, elven våkner opp
Flommens kraft fyller sinn og kropp
Først som gråt fra et kildevell
Inne i deg selv som bryter fri
Og nå er fossen fri og vill
Som dansere av ild, en mektig strøm
Vi er ett, med varmen i vårt blod
Med styrken i vår tro i en sang
Våg å gi, slippe våren løs
Sangen bor under alt som frøs
Flommen går i et fossefall
Våren i krystall bryter frem
Og nå er fossen fri og vill
Som dansere av ild, en mektig strøm
Vi er ett, med varmen i vårt blod
Med styrken i vår tro i en sang
Fri som flammer i en dans
Duett i sinn og sans for første gang
Vi er ett med varmen i vårt blod
Med styrken i vår tro i en sang
I en sang
Woensdag 27 november 1991
Pumpum, Pumpum
Pumpum, Pumpum
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Que el corazón es insensible juran
aseguran que ni siente ni padece
ni es otra cosa que una víscera
bomba
motor de no sé cuántos protoplasmas, plasmas...
blando reloj, encrucijada de venas y arterias
metrónomo de sístoles y diástoles, pumpum
pumpum, mitrales, aortas, pumpum, pumpum
infartos, arritmias, pumpum, pumpum, anginas
amagos, pumpum, purnpum, pumpum
Soplos, insuficiencias, taquicardias
y coronarías...
Aurículas, ventrículos, etcétera, etcétera
etcétera, etc...
Sí, parece que sí que no padece, sí
parece que sí que no, que sí que no
que sí que no, pero
¡coño!
dónde me duele tanto, dónde mata
en qué célula o molécula del demonio
siento toda esta asfixia
este dolor, pumpum, pumpurn, pumpum
que me golpea, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum
que me traspasa, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum
que me crucifica, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum
cuando tu me dejas, corazón
Dinsdag 26 november 1991
Song Of The South (Tony Pastor)
Song Of The South
Composer(s): Arthur Johnston - Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Tony Pastor
I hear the murmer of the south wind
And feel a half-remembered thrill
Plaintive echoes faintly clinging
An old plantation air still ringing
Song of the South, your music weaves a magic spell
Song of the South, I see the scenes I know so well
Cottonwoods in blossom over my cabin door
Pale moonlight on a field of white
You bring them back once more
I seem to hear those gentle voices calling low
Out of the long, long ago
This heart of mine is in the heart of Dixie
That's where I belong
Singing a song, a Song of the South
Dinsdag 26 november 1991
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