Woensdag 4 januari 1995
Sunday, Monday Or Always
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Sunday, Monday Or Always
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Woensdag 4 januari 1995
Zoom (The Commodores)
Zoom
Composer(s):
Ronald LaPread; Lionel Richie
Performer(s): The Commodores; Big Bub;
Maysa; Lionel Richie
I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
Oh I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
Dream my dream
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind is fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Where everybody can be what they wanna be
I'd like the greet the sun each morning
And walk amongst the stars at night
I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life
Well I've shared so many pains
And I've played so many games
But everyone finds the right way
Somehow
Somewhere
Someday
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'll find the love that I long to see
People can be what they wanna be
I wish the world were truly happy
Living as one
I wish the word they call freedom someday would come
Someday would come
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Everybody can be what they wanna be
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
You and me, baby
Walking free
Don't you wanna go?
Don't you wanna go?
Dinsdag 3 januari 1995
Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Composer(s): Terry Cashman - Gene Pistilli
Performer(s): Spanky & Our Gang
and multiple other artists
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da
I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand till it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes as I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths, for they have changed
I must be off, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da-aaahhh
Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be ...
Dinsdag 3 januari 1995
Zorro
Zorro
Composer(s): George Bruns; Norm Foster
Performer(s): The Chordettes; Mellomen
Sound of hoof beats
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of blade going through the air
Sound of hoof beats again
Out of the night when the full moon is bright
Comes a horseman known as Zorro
He's already gave his mark of Z with his blade
A Z that stands for Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
He is alive let the wicked take fright
When they catch the sight of Zorro
He's a friend of the weak and the poor and the meek
This very unique Senor Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of hoof beats
Maandag 2 januari 1995
Sunday Susie
Sunday Susie
Composer(s): John Dawson
Performer(s): New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Nine To Five To Stay Alive Is What I Have To Do
Nine To Five I Stay Alive By Hoping That You
Will Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
You Don't Have To Bring Me Nothing
Maybe Just Say Hi
You Don't Have To Pledge Your Loving
You Don't Have To Try
Just Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Ah Sunday Is The Lord's Day Susie
He Sat Down To Rest
Sunday Doesn't Make No Difference
Susie Is The Best
All Alone Is Where I've Been But I Don't Want To Stay
All Alone On Sunday Susie Like I've Been Today
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Maandag 2 januari 1995
Zorro Est Arrivé
Zorro Est Arrivé
((Adapted from: Along Came Jones (by The Coasters) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Bernard Michel
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1964
Dans mon fauteuil, je regardais
Le film à la télé
Un type nommé Jojo le Bouffi
Poursuivait la pauvre Suzy
Il la coinça près d'la scierie
Et très méchamment lui dit:
"Si tu m'donnes pas ton ranch, en moins d'deux
Je vais t'couper en deux"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il la mit sous la scie
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais bientôt j'ai pris la deuxième chaîne
Car un vieux schnock parlait
Charmante soirée, sur la deuxième chaîne
Ils passaient le même navet
Près d'une cabane Jo le Bouffi
Coinçait la pauvre Suzy
Et il lui disait
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, poupée!
Ou j'te transforme en purée"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il mit le feu à la dynamite
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais moi j'en avais tellement marre
J'ai repris la première chaîne
Et devant mes yeux, mes yeux hagards
Se déroulait la même scène
Et Jojo, Jojo le Bouffi
Dans un sac fourrait Suzy
Disant
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, boudin!
Ou j'vais t'balancer sous l'train"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben il la ficela
Et alors?
Sur les rails il la fit rouler
Et alors?
Ben le train arrivait, les copains!
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Avec son flingue et son grand lasso
Avec ses bottes et son vieux banjo
Ah! Ah! Sacré Zorro, va!
Ah ah ah ah!
Zondag 1 januari 1995
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen)
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
Zondag 1 januari 1995
Zot Van Aa
Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973))
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover
Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975
Soemwijle denk ik 't is ni waar, is da na al bekan e jaar
Da gij d'r uittrok mè diên andere
Nog altijd kan ik er ni bij, da gij zo tegenover mij
In doen en late kon verandere
Ge wou direkt nen avokaat, de klein die moest nor 't pensionaat
Daar was ze zogezee geborge
Want och diê vent wou aa alleen, da kind da was nen blok on oe been
D'r moest 'n ander mor veur zorge
Ge woont nà same mè diê vent, op 'n modern appartement
Zo hee 't 'm 'r wel e stuk of zeve
En z'hemme mij nà ook verteld, da ni diê vent mor wel ze geld
Ba aa den deurslag hee gegeve
Ik zèn daarom da weet ik wel, bij aa compleet van giênen tel
Ge zè mij nor het schijnt vergete
Mor a's ge me van tijd, god-wèt, veur 't iên of 't ander nodig hèt
Lot mij dan astemblieft iet wete
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
M'n vriende zegge och komaan, vergettet. . Trekket oe ni aan
't zal allemol z'nen tijd wel dure
Mor azzek thuis koom krij'k 't wèr, en ik zit lak nen onnozelèr
Te suffe tusse m'n vier mure
Ik wou da'k oe spreke kon, al was het langs den telefon'
Mor ik heb de moed ni om te belle
Ik heb de nummero pertang, mor 't hee d'in feite giên belang
Wa kunne wij nà nog vertelle
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
Ik weet wel dat 't aa ni intresseert, mor 'k heb in 't eerste geprobeerd
Om me veur aa van kant te make
Het feit da gij kon afstand doen, van al wa tussen ons bestoeng
Da konnek ni gewoon gerake
Mor sè ge zie, we leve toch, en af en toe dan droom ik nog
Da meen ik zonder overdrijve
Ik droom dan da wij allebei, beginne mè 'n proper lei
Om dan veurgoe bijeen te blijve
't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve
Eve zot van aa
Zaterdag 31 december 1994
Søndag Morgen
Søndag Morgen
((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen
Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971
Titles In Other Languages:
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Jeg stod op en søndag morgen
kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå
fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret
skægget lod jeg bare stå
Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand
der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå
og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet
det var det, der mangled´
Jeg fik nok
Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden
blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken
Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op
og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken
På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken
det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker
man var medlem af en flok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
I en park så jeg en far
som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge
Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd
en mor fik standset ved at synge
Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´
det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge
Jeg blev syg i sjælen
længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
Zaterdag 31 december 1994
You Oughta Be In Pictures
You Oughta Be In Pictures
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse
Performer(s): Little Jack Little;
and various other artists
You oughta be in pictures
You’re wonderful to see
You oughta be in pictures
Oh what a hit you would be!
Your voice would thrill a nation
Your face would be adored
You’d make a great sensation
with wealth and fame your reward
And if you should kiss the way you kiss
When we’re alone
You’d make ev’ry girl and man
A fan worshiping at your throne
You oughta shine as brightly
As Jupiter and Mars
You oughta be in pictures
My star of stars
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
The Children Of Bethlehem
The Children Of Bethlehem
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): John Denver
The children of Bethlehem
One cold winter's night
Were wakened by singing
And a heavenly light
With whispers and murmurs
On pattering feet
The children of Bethlehem
Came into the street
The people were sleeping
All safely in bed
The children heard singing
In the sky overhead
They heard, "Peace will be with you
Whoever you are
Oh, come to the stable
Come, follow the Star!"
And the children of Bethlehem
That cold winter's night
Came down to the stable
They followed the light
Now the roosters were crowing
At the dawning of day
The baby lay sleeping
In the manger he lay
The children of Bethlehem
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
Showed us the way
Vrijdag 30 december 1994
You Ought To Be With Me
You Ought To Be With Me
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson
Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau
Sit right down and talk to me
about how you want to be
you ought to be with me
ya, you ought to be with me
Thinking about what people do
talking about how I love you
thinking there's nothing to what they say
you ought to be with me, anyway
They don't want to see us do
all of the dumb things we want to
you ought to be with me
hey, you ought to be with me
You don't have to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
you can be denied and walk away
and turn your back for another day
You ought to be the kind of girl
that can brighten up this old world
and it's hard to see why you and me
can't be together happily
I'm trying to realize
you being with some other guy
I don't know the reason why
you ought to be with me until I die
(you ought to be with me until I die)
I don't want to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
I want to hold you tight, love you right
put good feelin' in your night
Donderdag 29 december 1994
Sunday Morning Christian
Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard
Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun
You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday
You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Donderdag 29 december 1994
You Only Live Twice
You Only Live Twice
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; John Barry
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra;
and various other artists
You Only Live Twice or so it seems
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame
Till one dream appears and love is its name
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice
Woensdag 28 december 1994
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
Composer(s): Lou Reed - John Cale
First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
And I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Woensdag 28 december 1994
You Never Really Wanted Me
You Never Really Wanted Me
Composer(s): Charlie Rich
Performer(s): Charlie Rich; Candi Station
You never really wanted me
Now I can see
Yes I can see
You took your love and ran away from me
You've gone and now you're back
What do you want from me?
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After all you never cried for me before
Why start now?
Isn't it a little late for that now girl
Don't go feeling sorry for yourself
Remember I loved you
I loved you
I never knew the games we played
Had such a lasting grip upon the plans we made
I was busy laughing waiting for the day
Now our time is gone
And there's nothing left to say
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After you never cried for me before...
Dinsdag 27 december 1994
A Sunday Kind Of Love
A Sunday Kind Of Love
Composer(s): Barbara Belle - Louis Prima - Anita Leonard - Stan Rhodes
First release by: Claude Thornhill & His Orch. - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
A love to last, past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
And I want a, a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone to imput
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have and to hold
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeahhhhh I don't want a
Monday or a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday
Friday or Saturday I don't want nothing baby
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
Dinsdag 27 december 1994
You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
Composer(s): Roland Howard
When a child I lived at Lincoln
With my parents on the farm
The lessons that my Mother taught
To me were quite a charm
She'd often take me on her knee
When tired of childish play
And as she pressed me to her breast
I've heard my Mother say
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
As years rolled on
I grew to be a mischief loving boy
Destruction seemed my only sport
It was my only joy
And well I do remember
When oft times well chastised
How Father sat close by my side
And thus has me advised
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
When I arrived at manhood
I engaged in public life
But found the hill was rugged then
And full of care and strife
I speculated foolishly
My losses were severe
But still a tiny little voice
Kept whispering in my ear
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
Then I studied strict economy
And found to my surprise
My funds, instead of sinking
Very quickly then did rise
I grasped each chance and always
Struck the iron while 'twas still hot
I seized the opportunities
And never once forgot
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
I am married now and happy
I've a charming little Wife
We live in peace and harmony
Devoid of care and strife
Fortune smiles upon us
We have little children, three
The lessons that I teach them
As they cluster round my knee
Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry
Maandag 26 december 1994
Sunday In New York
Sunday In New York
Composer(s): Carroll Coates - Peter Nero
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and multiple other artists
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Maandag 26 december 1994
You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
