Zondag 19 april 1992
Say It Again (Precious)
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Say It Again
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Zondag 19 april 1992
Happiness (Bill Anderson)
Happiness
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Bill Anderson
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness
To me this old world is a wonderful place
And I'm just about the luckiest human in the whole human race
I've got no silver and I've got no gold
Just a whole lot of happiness in my soul
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness
Happiness to me is an ocean tide
Or a sunset fading on a mountain side
Or maybe a big old heaven full of stars up above
When I'm in the arms of the one I love
Happiness is a field of grain
Lifting its face to the falling rain
I can see it in the sunshine, I breathe it in the rain
Happiness everywhere
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness
A wise old man told me one time
That happiness is nothing but a frame of mind
I hope when you go to measuring my success
That you don't count my money count my happiness
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness
Zaterdag 18 april 1992
Say It Again (Carlos Santana)
Say It Again
Composer(s): Val Garay - Steve Goldstein - Anthony Lapeau
Performer(s): Carlos Santana
It gives me such a thrill
When you tell me bout the way
You feel
It really makes my day
I just love to hear you say
Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when
Say it again, that our love will never end
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
You know it sounds so sweet
It just knocks me right up off of
My feet
To hear you talk that way
I just love to hear you say
Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when
I hear the echoes in my mind
Theyre calling to me all the time
I hear those voices start to sing
Again and again
It gives me such a thrill
When you tell me bout the way
You feel
It really makes my day
I just love to hear you say
Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when
Zaterdag 18 april 1992
Hanoi Hannah
Hanoi Hannah
Composer(s): Jacques Levy; Roger McGuinn
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Hanoi Hannah averaged bout a man a day
and when she wasn´t working
she kept the coffee perking
for the guy who didn´t have to pay
On Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away
My home is in Kentucky but lovin´ makes me want to stay
The captain says I´m lucky
but the chaplan says I ought to pray
And Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away
Well I never would have thought
I´d get so lost out here
Smokin´ marijuana and drinkin´ beer
and trying not to think about the time next year
when me and all my buddies gonna disappear
Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away
Hanoi Hannah took her shoes and ran away
When I hold her I was headin´
to have myself a weddin´
to my baby in the U.S.A.
Good-bye Hannah I really don´t know what to say
Well good-bye Hannah
Well good-bye Hannah
Well good-bye Hannah
Vrijdag 17 april 1992
South Coast
South Coast
Composer(s): Lillian Bos Ross - Sam Eskin - Rich Dehr - Frank Miller
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
and multiple other artists
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca
and a man there is always alone
My name is Juan Hano de Castro
My father was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
to Hell with the Lords oversee
I picked up the ace
I had won her!
My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a warm summer's day, she was sweet
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca
and a man there is always alone
Her arms had to tighten around me
as we rode up the hills from the south
Not a word did I hear from her that day
or a kiss from her pretty red mouth
We came to my cabin at twilight
The stars twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley, the orchard
but I knew that she loved me the most
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca
and a man there is always alone
Then I got hurt in a landslide
with crushed hip and twice-broken bone
She saddled our pony like lightning
rode off in the night, all alone
The lion screamed in the barranca
the pony fell back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight
My heart died that night with my bride
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca
and a man there is always alone
Vrijdag 17 april 1992
Hannibal Mo-(Zouree)!
Hannibal Mo-(Zouree)!
Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman
Load up the vittles, pickles, and hams
Melons, and cherry pie
Fritters and dumplin's
Turkeys and yams
Pack in a big supply
Apples and peaches
Soda to sip
Cider is gonna flow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!
Latch up the windows
Lock up the doors
Gotta get on the go
Line up the buggies
Wagons, and rigs
Meet all the folks you know
You bring the fiddle
You bring the drum
You bring the old banjo
And a hey and a ho
And away we'll go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!
Lady:
Who brung the watermelons?
Man:
I done
Lady:
Put them in the buggy
By the box of red plums
Who brung the lemonade?
Lady: Ask her
Man:
It's here in the wagon
With the buttermilk churn
Where's Mary?
Man:
With Nellie
Boys:
Standin' guard on the jams and jelly
Boy:
Where's all the fireworks?
Boy:
Don't know
Kids:
But you're gonna see `em
All the way from here to St. Jo
All:
Better get ready
The time is right
We'll be gone all day
And half of the night
The road is rugged,
So hold on tight
No time for lollygaggin'
Everybody on the wagon
Driver:
Giddap!
All:
Get up the horses
Give `em the reigns
They know the way to go
Down by the river
Over the ridge
Into the old meadow
Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!
Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!
Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Missouri
Donderdag 16 april 1992
No Quiero Escuchar
No Quiero Escuchar
First performance by: Lydia - 1999
Hace tiempo que ocultas la verdad
Te traiciona tu tenue ingenuidad al hablar
¿A quién tratas de engañar?
Vi dos sombras saliendo de un portal
Seguí los pasos cómplice de la oscuridad
Dura realidad, oh yeah
Sentí morir al verla abrazándote
No, no quiero escuchar
Tu voz susurrar que me has querido
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido
Ahora dices que fue una confusión
Sólo celos, fruto de me imaginación
Partiste mi vida en dos
Oh yeah, sentí morir al verla abrazándote
No, no quiero escuchar
Tu voz susurrar que me has querido
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido
(No), no
(No quiero escuchar), no quiero escuchar
(Tu voz susurrar), susurrar
(Que me has querido)
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido
No quiero escuchar
Donderdag 16 april 1992
Hanky Panky
Hanky Panky
Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Ellie Greenwich
Performer(s): Tommy James & The Shondells
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
Yeah
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
I saw you walkin' on down the line
You know I saw you
For the very first time
A pretty little thing
Standin' all alone
Hey, pretty baby
Can I take you home
I never saw ya
Never ever saw ya
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
Yeah, does it good, too
Let's rock
Hey
I saw you walkin' on down the line
You know I saw you
For the very first time
A pretty little thing
Standin' all alone
Hey, pretty baby
Can I take you home
I never saw ya
Never ever saw ya
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
Ooh wow
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
Woensdag 15 april 1992
South City Midnight Lady
South City Midnight Lady
Composer(s): Patrick Simmons
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Up all night I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, night had fled
And sleepy eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you
When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone out walkin' the street
Yes, and when I'm feelin' down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you
Woensdag 15 april 1992
Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life
Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life
Composer(s): Paul Craft
Performer(s): Moe Bandy; Paul Craft
Refrain:
You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about
A gal like my first ex-wife
You Moan The Blues for me and for you
Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life
The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind
I have known a few myself
And the gal that loved me Half As Much
As she loved somebody else
Refrain:
I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too
And the Lonesome Whistle whine
I know that feel; so cold, so real
When The Blues Come Around at midnight
We've never met, I know and yet
I know you well, My Friend
And if ever I, get to heaven on high
I hope you'll shake my hand
Refrain:
Dinsdag 14 april 1992
Like The Wind
Like The Wind
Composer(s): Ilia Beyers - Emma Philippa Hjälmås - Wim Claes - John Terra
First performance by: Vanessa Chinitor - 1999
The wind has blown for eternity
Never looking back, never giving in – never
Causing the waves on the stormy sea
But never staying long, always running on – always
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind, be like the wind
Like the wind: run forever free
The mountains, full of serenity
Uncaring 'bout the wind, never giving in – never
But waves that roll on the stormy sea
Turn mountains into dust, the wind, it wins at last – always
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind, be like the wind
Like the wind: run forever free
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Be like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Run forever free
Dinsdag 14 april 1992
Hank And Lefty Raised My Country Soul
Hank And Lefty Raised My Country Soul
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier; A.L. Owens
Performer(s): Stoney Edwards; Moe Bandy
Daddy had a 1941 Ford and I was just 'bout ten years old
We used listen to Hank and Lefty on the radio
"Why Don't You Love Me Like You Used To Do"
And "Just Look What Thoughts Can Do"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul
I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing the "Lovesick Blues"
We never met ol' Hank, but we was awful close
Cut my teeth on "Always Late" and "I Love You A Thousand Ways"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul
Daddy said the hair on his neck would crawl
When Hank sang about the light he saw
Ol' Hank sure put a lot of heart in the songs he wrote
Everytime daddy got a little bit tired
"Mom And Dad's Waltz" would make him cry
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul
I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing "Lovesick Blues"
We never met ol' Hank but we was awful close
I cut my teeth on "Always Late" and "I Love You A Thousand Ways"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul
Maandag 13 april 1992
South California Purples
South California Purples
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Performer(s): Chicago
Cloudy every morning
Sun don't never shine
Cloudy every morning
Sun don't ever shine
Since I lost my baby
I been losing my mind
I thought this was a warm place
I must be in the wrong place
Thought this was a warm place
I must be in the wrong place
And I don't know where I'm going
Since my lover left me
Never no smile on my face
I am he is you are he is you are me and we are all together, whoa whoa
Buddy, this ain't LA
I've traveled such a long way
Buddy, this ain't LA
I've traveled such a long way
And I still don't know where I'm going
But without my baby
I better not stay
I better not stay, no ow whoa no
Maandag 13 april 1992
Hanging Upside Down
Hanging Upside Down
Composer(s): David Byrne; Angel Fernandez
Performer(s): David Byrne
Window shoppin'
Finger poppin'
Hangin' in our fav'rite shopping mall
Looky looky
A little cutie
A little kitten she deserves a home
Tell you dudes when I get old enough
You bet that I am gonna try some stuff
Twisted sister
Don't 'cha miss her
There's a hundred more where she came from
Wiggle wiggle
Jiggle jiggle
Jesus, how the babes are almost grown!
And I don't need to watch the news at night
Anyone can see we're out of time
Hangin' on
Hangin' out
Got my hundred dollar shoes
Hangin' round
Hangin' free
And we got nothin' else to do
What goes up
Must come down
Oh, she took an overdose
Hangin' out
Hangin' free
Till our mama takes us home
Shimmy shimmy
Gimmie gimmie
We don't need you and we don't need love
I gotta have it
I'm gonna grab it
It ain't stealing, hey, it's only fun
When you live inside the pleasure dome
You don't ever wanna go back home
Hangin' on
Hangin' out
Some are hangin' upside down
A perfect world
A perfect girl
Oh -- another year rolls by
I'm the king
And you're my queen
When those zombies all awake
A broken heart
A broken home
Ain't no tears upon your face
Hangin' on
Hangin' out
There's place for me and you
Hangin' round
Hangin' free
We got nothin' else to do
Turn it up
Fade it down
Yeah, that song it saved my life
Perfect teeth
A perfect smile
Oh, she was a friend of mine
Let's go out
To the place
Where the hands of time are slowed
No one walks
No one dies
No more hassles anymore
Zondag 12 april 1992
Alltid Sommer
Alltid Sommer
First performance by: Lars Frederiksen - 1998
Dine øyne leser jeg som en åpen bok
Ved å leve sammen leser vi ord på ord
(Det å være nær)
Handler om mer enn bare to kan ser
(For vi har mer)
Det vi har, er så mye mer
“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv
“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting
“Evig varme dager,” sa du
Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du
Bare jeg kunne si med ord hva du er for meg
Vi lever, leker sammen, mens vi går samme vei
(Det å elske deg)
År for år, og dag for dag
(Sammen med deg)
En glede som vokser med hvert hjerteslag
“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv
“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting
“Evig varme dager,” sa du
Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du
Min ensomhet forsvant
Og kjærligheten vant
Så kom og la oss leve
Du sa: 'Alltid evig sommer'
(“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du)
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv
“Alltid evig sommer”, sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting
“Evig varme dager,” sa du
Og rakte hendene ut og sa, det føles ganske bra
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du
Zondag 12 april 1992
Hanging On The Telephone
Hanging On The Telephone
Composer(s): Jack Lee
Performer(s): Blondie
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me
Zaterdag 11 april 1992
South American Way
South American Way
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Carmen Miranda
and multiple other artists
Ai, ai, ai, ai
É o canto do prigoneiro
Que com sua harmonia
Traz alegria
In South American way
Ai, ai, ai, ai
E o que faz em seu tabuleiro
Vende pra ioiô
E vende pra iaiá
In South American way
E vende vatapá
E vende caruru
E vende mungunzá
Vende umbu
No tabuleiro tem
Oi tem de tudo tem
E só não tem meu bem
Berenguendem
Ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever danced in the tropics?
With that hazy lazy
Like, kind of crazy
Like South American way
Ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever kissed in the moonlight
In the grand and glorious
Gay notorious
South American way
Zaterdag 11 april 1992
Hanging Gardens
Hanging Gardens
Performer(s): Nico
A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
How I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet
Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis
A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet
Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis
Vrijdag 10 april 1992
Aava
Aava
First performance by: Edea - 1998
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Kauneus, suuruus
Kauneus, suuruus, Isa
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
(Aava)
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Kauneus, suuruus
Kauneus, suuruus, Isa
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, (avaa maa avara)
(Aava)
Aava maa
Vrijdag 10 april 1992
Hangin' Five
