Dinsdag 13 juli 1993
Stay (The Temptations)
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Dinsdag 13 juli 1993
Hippie From Olema
Hippie From Olema
Composer(s): Lowell Levinger
Performer(s): The Youngbloods
Well I’m proud to be a hippie from Olema
Where we’re friendly to the squares and all the straights
We still take in strangers if they’re ragged
We can’t think of anyone to hate
We don’t watch commercials in Olema
We don’t buy the plastic crap they sell
We still wear our hair long like folks used to
And we bathe often, therefore we don’t smell
Well I’m proud to be a hippie from Olema
Where we’re friendly to the squares and all the straights
We still take in strangers if they’re ragged
We can’t think of anyone to hate
We don’t throw our beer cans on the highway
We don’t slide a man because he’s black
We don’t spill our oil out in the ocean
’Cause we love birds and fish too much for that
And I’m proud to be a hippie from Olema
Where we’re friendly to the squares and all the straights
We still take in strangers if they’re Haggard
In Olema, California, Planet Earth
Maandag 12 juli 1993
Stay (Maurice Williams)
Stay - 1960 (aka Hush Baby Hush - 1995)
(Italian Version: Resta - 1966)
Composer(s): Maurice Williams
First release by: Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Stay
Just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to
Now, your daddy don't mind
And your mommy don't mind
If we have another dance
Just one more
One more time
Oh, won't you stay
Just a little bit longer
Please let me hear
You will say that you will
Won't you press your sweet lips
To mine
Won't you say you love me
All of the time
Stay
Just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to
Come on, come on
Come on and stay
Maandag 12 juli 1993
Hippie Boy
Hippie Boy
Composer(s): Chris Hillman; Gram Parsons
Performer(s): The Flying Burrito Brothers
I was walking down the street the other day
And a sight came before my eyes
It was a little hippie boy, I must have been twice his size
His appearence typified his strange breed
Gaudy clothes, long stringy hair hanging down
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my early trips to town
As he walked beside me on down the block
I noticed no unpleasing smell
He might have been on the weed or even LSD
But if he was I couldn't tell
So we walked together that way through this neighborhood
Finally he turned around to me
And he said friend, you know we're a million miles apart
But you know something we can enjoy the sunshine and the weather
So why don't we put our differences aside
And just talk to each other
You see this box beneath my arm
To you it's plain, it has no charm
But to someone dearest to my heart this box has played a tragic part
This little one can't tell you himself about his life and how he died
But if anyone else could speak for him I guess I'm qualified
This boy was in Chicago, he didn't know why he was there
He was with his family and friends and he didn't really care
You might have been one of those
Who saw the struggle there on your television screen
The tragic thing is so much else happened
That no one else could have seen
A stranger handed this boy a dollar to do a simple chore
To carry a package to a nearby hotel
And when he returned he'd get two more
But when he came back he sort of lost his way walking thru the crowd
One of them things you ask yourself, how the Lord allowed
But when he was found he was like he is now
Dreaming sweet and still
And in his little hand was a crumpled dollar bill
Now you can take that dollar
Get four cents on it compound it quarterly at any downtown bank
So they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb
Well, what I'm going to tell you now, you can stay or you can leave
You kind of listened to my story so far but just one more thing
It's the same for any hippie, bum or hillbilly out on the street
Just remember this little boy and never carry more than you can eat
Now could you help us sing this song, please
There will be peace in the valley for him now we pray
I will think of the little hippie boy that way
Zondag 11 juli 1993
Hush Baby Hush
Hush Baby Hush
((Adapted from: Stay (by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs) - 1960))
(Italian Version: Resta - 1966)
Composer(s): Maurice Williams - Buju Banton
Performer(s): Buju Banton - 1995
Yeah, big surprise
I guess you didn't realize the size
Hush baby, hush
Gal I neva know it woulda hurt you so much
Natural stuff dash way the stone broke-up the brush
Man, well, rough woman no stop, request the wuk
Yes, she have fi bawl, fi the pillow
Bedroom destruction, woman, you man a killa
Have fi give it up when she see the ragga ragga
Wicked on the trigger, man is a good digger
Woman a wiggle just a jiggle, a cry you get bigga
Where have you been you jolly bad fellow?
Instantly the woman she ketch asthma
Who tell the gal fi go unveil the arrow?
Ambulance wouldn't come
Dem hafi send fi de barrow
Hush baby, hush
Never hesitate to set straight the matter
Big man don't have to masturbate
Caw wah jus look pon big body pam and
Sexy body marcia
The amount a woman in a the world, mi eyes in a drama
Girl, a run mi dung just a like a hot lava
Holiday a come and every woman want a llama
Face look great and her face, it's a blaster
Style is your motto and for fashion you
Are the master, so hush, baby
Hush baby, hush
Rain start to fall, your inner nature start to call
You need a good soccer player to kick the football
Direct free kick, curve it around the defense
Ball it, itch-up in a the net, sheet and pillow applaud
Fling weh de lock, not even matter 'bout the draw
The door, mek sure it lock with the key
Bangarang in the room between you and me
Hush baby, hush
Zondag 11 juli 1993
Hip To Be Square
Hip To Be Square
Composer(s): Bill Gibson; Sean Hopper; Huey Lewis
Performer(s): Huey Lewis & The News; Barry Williams
I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around
But I couldn't take the punishment, and had to settle down
Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care
Because I can tell what's going on
It's hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on TV
I'm working out most everyday and watching what I eat
They tell me that it's good for me, but I don't even care
I know that it's crazy
I know that it's nowhere
But there is no denying that
It's hip to be square
It's not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday
And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way
You see them on the freeway
It don't look like a lot of fun
But don't you try to fight it
"An idea who's time has come"
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Don't tell me I'm nowhere
Take it from me
It's hip to be square
Zaterdag 10 juli 1993
Resta
Resta
((Adapted from: Stay (by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs) - 1960) (aka Hush Baby Hush - 1995))
Composer(s): Maurice Williams - Mogol
Performer(s): Equipe 84 - 1966
Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai
e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai
nessuno al mondo sapra'
che tu, tu
sei qui con
meeeee-e-e-e-e
Ti prego staaaaaai
solo un ultimo momentooooo
ascoltamiiiii
resta un poco con meeeeee
Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai
e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai
nessuno al mondo sapra'
che tu, tu
sei qui con
meeeee-e-e-e-e
Devi restaaaaaar
in quest'angolo di mondooooo
dove nessuno mai
sapra' niente di-i noooooi
So' che ormai e' tardi
ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era
Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii
resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Ti prego staaaaaai
solo un ultimo momentooooo
ascoltamiiiii
resta un poco con meeeeee
So' che ormai e' tardi
ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era
Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii
resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Devi restaaaaaar
in quest'angolo di mondooooo
dove nessuno mai
sapra' niente di-i noooooi
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uuo
Zaterdag 10 juli 1993
Hino De Duran
Hino De Duran
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Se tu falas muitas palavras sutis
E gostas de senhas, sussurros, ardis
A lei tem ouvidos pra te delatar
Nas pedras do teu próprio lar
Se trazes no bolso a contravenção
Muambas, baganas e nem um tostão
A lei te vigia, bandido infeliz
Com seus olhos de raio-x
Se vives nas sombras, frequentas porões
Se tramas assaltos ou revoluções
A lei te procura amanhaã de manhã
Com seu faro de dobermann
E se definitivamente a sociedade só se tem
Desprezo e horror
E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo
És um estorvo, és um tumor
A lei fecha o livro, te pregam na cruz
E depois chamam os urubus
Se pensas que burlas as normas penais
Insuflas, agitas e gritas demais
A lei logo vai te abraçar, infrator
Com seus braços de estivador
Se pensas que pensas (etc.)
Vrijdag 9 juli 1993
Through My Window
Through My Window
Composer(s): Alar Kotkas - Ilmar Laisaar - Pearu Paulus - Jana Hallas
First performance by: Sandra Oxenryd - 2006
When life is a road goin' nowhere
I'm alone, though you're gonna be right here
You're my baby
When life is a road goin' somewhere
All alone, I have to hold on to go on
I'm lookin' through my window
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
And maybe somebody someday
Turns back home, but it's gonna be a long way
It's been a long day
And maybe somebody someway
Highs and lows, it's always the same thing anyway
I'm lookin' through my window
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
I can't find the words, lose my nerve
And grass just turns to stone (Grass just turns to stone)
When all hopes are high, I have my pride
Show you what I'm really like inside
(I'm lookin' through my window)
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
I still can't see where's the rainbow
Vrijdag 9 juli 1993
Hino Da Repressão
Hino Da Repressão
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Se atiras mendigos
No imundo xadrez
Com teus inimigos
E amigos, talvez
A lei tem motivos
Pra te confinar
Nas grades do teu próprio lar
Se no teu distrito
Tem farta sessão
De afogamento, chicote
Garrote e punção
A lei tem caprichos
O que hoje é banal
Um dia vai dar no jornal
Se manchas as praças
Com teus esquadrões
Sangrando ativistas
Cambistas, turistas, peões
A lei abre os olhos
A lei tem pudor
E espeta o seu próprio inspetor
E se definitivamente a sociedade só te tem desprezo e horror
E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo, és um estorvo, és um tumor
Que Deus te proteja
És preso comum
Na cela faltava esse um
Donderdag 8 juli 1993
Station To Station
Station To Station
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1976
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonder *who*, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
Two Times:
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European cannon is here
Donderdag 8 juli 1993
Hindustan
Hindustan
Composer(s): Oliver G. Wallace; Harold Weeks
Camel trappings jingle, harp strings sweetly tingle
with a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars
singing memories are bringing
temple bells are ringing calling me a far
Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling
every heart enthralling, underneath the stars
Sighing, like the night wind dying, soft my heart is crying for my love afar
Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, where the painted peacock spread his fan
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across
the sand, Hindustan, where I met her and the world began
Woensdag 7 juli 1993
Why Angels Cry
Why Angels Cry
Composer(s): Peter Yiannakis
First performance by: Annet Artani - 2006
When I'm feeling down in this world of madness
You comfort all my sadness, you soothe away my pain
'Cause these are trying times, filled with so much sorrow
I wonder if tomorrow will bring a brighter day
Why do the angels cry?
Why doesn't love survive?
Why do we all just pretend?
Why do the angels cry?
Innocent children die
When will it all ever end?
Ever end?
Close your eyes and dream, and visualise a rainbow
Oh... a place where you can pray for peace and harmony
Search your heart and find a higher meaning
Let this be the start, a brand new beginning
Oh... talking 'bout peace and harmony
Oh...
(Why do the angels cry?)
Why do they cry?
(Why doesn't love survive?)
(Why do we all) just pretend?
Why do the angels cry?
Innocent children die
When will it all ever end?
Ever end?
Woensdag 7 juli 1993
Himalaya
Himalaya
Composer(s): G. Augier; J.-P. Bucolo; E. Roda-Gil
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'irai là-bas
Comme on monte sur un toit
J'irai là-bas
Si je sais que tu es là...
J'irai vers toi
Sans gants, souliers, ni sherpa
J'irai vers toi
Himalaya!
J'irai là-bas
Malgré le froid ou la loi...
J'irai vers toi
Comme on va au combat
J'irai vers toi
Même si tous les chiens aboient...
J'irai là-bas
Himalaya
Roc d'amour
Le plus haut de la vie
Sommet blanc du paradis...
J'irai vers toi
Comme on supplie pour sa foi
J'irai là-bas
Comme on insulte un roi...
J'irai là-bas
Si je sais que tu es là...
J'irai là-bas
Himalaya!
Himalaya!
Dinsdag 6 juli 1993
Station Man
Station Man
Composer(s): Danny Kirwan - John McVie - Jeremy Spencer
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
Station Man
I've been waiting
Can you tell me
When we're leaving
Midnight train
Now is leaving
Engine screaming
ah, ah
ah, ah
ah, ah
ah, ah
Where I'm going I don't know
But you tell me I must go
When we're leaving I don't know
But you tell me now
I see it's coming
And bringing something
This train of lovin'
I see it's comin'
I feel it's runnin'
This train of lovin'
From ages past
Station Man
I've been waiting
Can you tell me
When we're leaving
Dinsdag 6 juli 1993
Him Or Me (What's It Gonna Be?)
Him Or Me (What's It Gonna Be?)
Composer(s): Mark Lindsay; Terry Melcher
Performer(s): Paul Revere;
and various other artists
Chorus:
Now have you got yourself a brand new baby
Don't tell me maybe
Is it so? I got to know
What's it gonna be?
Him or me? Him or me?
Him or me? Him or me?
I can still recall when you told me I was all
Every thing you looked for in a man
But I know that it's not true
I've seen the way he looks at you
And I think you're gonna hang me up again
chorus
So if you'd be so kind would you please make up your mind
I won't share your lovin' with another man
And if you see things my way
Could you let me know today
But if you decide it's him I'll change my plans
Maandag 5 juli 1993
Let Me Cry
Let Me Cry
Composer(s): Dani Milev - Elina Gavrilova
First performance by: Mariana Popova - 2006
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Please let me cry, just let me cry)
Told you I was aware
I have feelings to share with you
Something's over for good
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
Love, passion, cheerful mood
(Honey, honey)
The truth
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Please let me cry, just let me cry) Oh...
Learning how to obey
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
Lost my heart and my face
(Honey, honey)
My soul
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
Oh... oh... oh... yeah...
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way
Let's say goodbye
Maandag 5 juli 1993
Him
Him
Composer(s): Rupert Holmes
Performer(s): Rupert Holmes
Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes
Not my brand you understand
Sometimes the girl forgets
She forgets to hide them
I know who left those smokes behind
She'll say, oh, he's just a friend
And I'll say, oh, I'm not blind
to..
(chorus)
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me me
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him
Don't know what he looks like
Don't know who he is
Don't know why she thought that I
would say what's mine is his
I dont want to own her
But I can't let her have it both ways
Three is one too many of us
She leaves with me or stays
with..
(chorus)
Him him him, what's she gonna do about Him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me me
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him
If she wants him she can have him
Just exactly how we once were
It's goodbye to he and I
and back to me and her
Without..
(chorus)
Him, him, him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free
Time for me to make the girl see
It's me or it's him
(repeat chorus)
Zondag 4 juli 1993
Statesboro Blues
Statesboro Blues
Composer(s): Blind Willie McTell
First release by: Blind Willie McTell - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve, baby
To turn Uncle John from your door
I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues
I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues
Well I looked over in the corner baby
And grandpa seemed to have them too
Well, my mama died and left me
My papa died and left me
I ain't good lookin baby
But I'm someone sweet and kind
I'm goin to the country, baby do ya wanna go?
If you can't make it baby
Your sister Lucille said she'd wanna go
And I'd sure wanna take her
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Lord, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah
Treat her like a dog gone queen
Lord, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up mama, well turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve, baby
To turn Uncle John from your door
Zondag 4 juli 1993
Hilversum III
