Vrijdag 3 februari 1995
Sur La Route De Memphis
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Sur La Route De Memphis
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Vrijdag 3 februari 1995
Zij Weten Meer Dan Wij
Zij Weten Meer Dan Wij
Composer(s): B. Sherill;
G. Sutton; N. Byl
Performer(s): Ann Christy
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Omdat m'n zoontje naar het bed moest gaan
Om acht zoals het hoort
Zei hij me boos 'ik vraag de scheiding aan'
Waar heeft hij dat gehoord
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Gisteren maakte ik de kamer schoon
Toen zei m'n krullekop
Paps zei tot iemand aan de telefoon
Bel me hier nooit meer op
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Mams, ik weet waarom m'n pappie
Niet thuiskomt iedere nacht
Omdat je huilt en je dan lelijk bent
Hij ziet je liever als je lacht
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Daareven toen hij op z'n vingers sloeg
Hoorde ik een verschrikkelijk woord
Vraag niet wat, zoiets herhaal ik nooit
Of ik schaam me dood
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Zij weten meer dan wij
Als je luistert naar 't gepraat van de kinderen vandaag
Dan sta je stomverbaasd
Donderdag 2 februari 1995
That's How I Got To Memphis
That's How I Got To Memphis
((French Version: Sur La Route De Memphis (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1976))
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
If you love somebody enough
You'll follow wherever they go
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
If you love somebody enough
You'll go where your heart wants to go
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend
I've got to find her and find out the trouble she's in
If you tell me that she's not here
I'll follow the trail of her tears
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
She would get mad and she used to say
That she'd come back to Memphis someday
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
I haven't eaten a bite
Or slept for three days and nights
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
I've got to find her and tell her that I love her so
I'll never rest 'til I find out why she had to go
Thank you for your precious time
Forgive me if I start to cryin'
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got to Memphis
That's how I got ...
Donderdag 2 februari 1995
Zing A Little Song
Zing A Little Song
From the film "Just For You"
Composer(s): Leo Robin; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Jane Wyman;
and various other artists
Bing:
Zing, zing, zing a little zong with me
I know we're not beside the Zuider Zee
But when you're zittin' by the zide of me
I want to zing a little zong
Zing zome zentimental melody
About a chapel or an apple tree
About a couple livin' happily
And I'll be glad to zing along
This ain't the zeason for getting' kinda zilly
You really are a dolly, a dolly and a dilly
You got a reason to cuddle sorta close to me
And we can do a very clever bit of close harmony
Zing, zing, zing it's gettin' late, my pet
We've got a most important date to zet
I'm sure that we could make a great duet
And we could zing a little love zong all night long
Jane: Zing, zing, zing a little zong with me
Bing: A-zing a little zong
Jane: I know we're not beside the Zuider Zee
Bing: And I'll be glad to zing along
Jane: But when you're zittin' by the zide of me
Bing: You wanta what?
Jane: I want to zing a little zong
Both: Zing zome zentimental melody
Bing: That's all about
Jane: About a chapel or an apple tree
Bing: And I'll be glad to sing along
Jane: About a couple livin' happily
Bing: How's that with you?
Jane: Well, I'll be glad to zing it too
Bing: Well, okay
Jane:
This ain't the zeason for getting' kinda zilly
You really are a (BING: Dolly) Ooooohhh
A dolly and a dilly (BING: Oh, no)
You got a reason to cuddle sorta close to me
Both: And we could do a very clever bit of close harmony
Jane: Zing, zing, zing it's getting late, my pet
Bing: Forgot to set the date
Both: I know that we could make a great duet
Bing: I'll be the tenor
Jane: Alto
Both: And baritone
Both: And we could zing a little love zong all a-night long
(Zing, zing, zing a little zong with me)
(I know we're not beside the Zuider Zee)
(But when you're zittin' by the zide of me)
(We wanna sing)
Jane: We wanna zing
All: A little zong
(If we do, we gotta zing zome zentimental melody)
(You gotta sing about a chapel or an apple tree)
(About a couple livin' happily)
(We wanna sing)
Jane: We wanna zing
All: A little zong
Jane: Could be the music that's got me off my noodle
Bing: Could be the wiener schnitzel, uummm?
Jane: Could be the apple strudels (Bing: Oohhh)
Bing: When we're together, I wanna sing a serenade
Both:
And we could touch it up a bit and make it hit
And you'll admit a little zing, zing, zing
Will kill 'em at the Met
You know it'll make a great duet
Bing: How can we miss, hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-ah-aah
Jane: With stuff like this, hah-hah-hah-hah-ooohhhh
Bing: (Spoken) Are you well?
Jane: (Spoken) I'll make it!
Both: Oh well, we'll settle for a love song all night long
Woensdag 1 februari 1995
Sur La Place
Sur La Place
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists
Sur la place chauffée au soleil
Une fille s'est mise à danser
Elle tourne toujours pareille
Aux danseuses d'antiquités
Sur la ville il fait trop chaud
Hommes et femmes sont assoupis
Et regardent par le carreau
Cette fille qui danse à midi
Ainsi certains jours paraît
Une flamme à nos yeux
À l'église où j'allais
On l'appelait le Bon Dieu
L'amoureux l'appelle l'amour
Le mendiant la charité
Le soleil l'appelle le jour
Et le brave homme la bonté
Sur la place vibrante d'air chaud
Où pas même ne paraît un chien
Ondulante comme un roseau
La fille bondit s'en va s'en vient
Ni guitare ni tambourin
Pour accompagner sa danse
Elle frappe dans ses mains
Pour se donner la cadence
Ainsi certains jours paraît
Une flamme à nos yeux
À l'église où j'allais
On l'appelait le Bon Dieu
L'amoureux l'appelle l'amour
Le mendiant la charité
Le soleil l'appelle le jour
Et le brave homme la bonté.
Sur la place où tout est tranquille
Une fille s'est mise à chanter
Et son chant plane sur la ville
Hymne d'amour et de bonté
Mais sur la ville il fait trop chaud
Et pour ne point entendre son chant
Les hommes ferment leurs carreaux
Comme une porte entre morts et vivants
Ainsi certains jours paraît
Une flamme en nos cœurs
Mais nous ne voulons jamais
Laisser luire sa lueur
Nous nous bouchons les oreilles
Et nous nous voilons les yeux
Nous n'aimons point les réveils
De notre cœur déjà vieux
Sur la place un chien hurle encore
Car la fille s'en est allée
Et comme le chien hurlant la mort
Pleurent les hommes leur destinée
Woensdag 1 februari 1995
Zing Zing - Zoom Zoom
Zing Zing - Zoom Zoom
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Charles Tobias
Performer(s): Perry Como; The Andrews Sisters;
Les Baxter; Percy Faith; Cyril Stapleton Orch.
Zing zing, zoom zoom
My little heart goes boom
When I hear this melody playin' . . .
Zing zing, zoom zoom
A little simple tune
Who cares what the words may be sayin' . . .
Zing zoom, zoom zoom
You hear it once and soon
You'll find that you're hummin' an' swayin' . . .
It's more than a waltz
For after it halts
It lingers with you night an' day
With this song in mind
Your troubles you'll find
Zing zing an' zoom zoom away!
Zing zing, zoom zoom
My little heart goes boom
When I hear this melody playin' . . .
Zing zing, zoom zoom
A little simple tune
Who cares what the words may be sayin' . . .
Zing zing, zoom zoom
You hear it once and soon
You find that you're hummin' an' swayin' . . .
Get under a shower
An' sing for an hour
You'll feel like a million all day
For this song is great
For takin' off weight
Zing zing an' zoom zoom away!
[ instrumental break ]
And ladies you can
Get most any man
Through your matrimonial doors . . .
And this song cannot miss
And then add a kiss
Zing zing an' zoom zoom he's yours!
Zing zing, zoom zoom
My little heart goes boom
When I hear this melody playin' . . .
Zing zing, zoom zoom
A little simple tune
Who cares what the words may be sayin' . . .
Zing zing, zoom zoom
You hear it once and soon
You'll find that you're hummin' an' swayin' . . .
So, whether you're young
Or whether you're old
Or whether you work or you play . . .
Take time out, be wise
Get out, vocalize
An' zing, zoom zoom zoom
Zing zing an' zoom zoom!
Zing zing an' zoom zoom
. . . . Away!
Zing Zing! Zoom Zoom!
Dinsdag 31 januari 1995
Sur La Mort D'une Cousine De Sept Ans
Sur La Mort D'une Cousine De Sept Ans
Composer(s): Hégésippe Moreau - Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Les Compagnons De La Chanson
Hélas, si j'avais su lorsque ma voix qui prêche
T'ennuyait de leçons, que sur toi rose et fraîche
L'oiseau noir du malheur planait inaperçu
Que la fièvre guettait sa proie et que la porte
Où tu jouais hier te verrait passer morte
Hélas, si j'avais su!
Enfant, je t'aurais fait l'existence bien douce
Sous chacun de tes pas j'aurais mis de la mousse
Tes ris auraient sonné chacun de tes instants
Et j'aurais fait tenir dans ta petite vie
Des trésors de bonheur immense à faire envie
Aux heureux de cent ans
Loin des bancs où pâlit l'enfance prisonnière
Nous aurions fait tous deux l'école buissonnière
Au milieu des parfums et des champs d'alentour
J'aurais vidé les nids pour emplir ta corbeille
Et je t'aurais donné plus de fleurs qu'une abeille
N'en peut voir en un jour
Puis, quand le vieux janvier les épaules drapées
D'un long manteau de neige et suivi de poupées
De magots, de pantins, minuit sonnant accourt
Parmi tous les cadeaux qui pleuvent pour étrenne
Je t'aurais faite asseoir comme une jeune reine
Au milieu de sa cour
Mais je ne savais pas et je prêchais encore
Sûr de ton avenir, je le pressais d'éclore
Quand tout à coup pleurant un pauvre espoir déçu
De ta petite main j'ai vu tomber le livre
Tu cessas à la fois de m'entendre et de vivre
Hélas, si j'avais su!
Maandag 30 januari 1995
Suppose
Suppose
Composer(s): Sylvia Dee - Greg Goehring
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Suppose no rose would ever grow again
Suppose no brook would ever flow again
Suppose no star should ever glow again
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose there were no bees or butterflies
Suppose no bird should ever cross the skies
Suppose the sun should never never rise
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose you didn't love me
Maandag 30 januari 1995
Zing-A Zing-A Zing Boom
Zing-A Zing-A Zing Boom
Composer(s): Marvin Moore
Performer(s): Dean Martin;
Bob Crosby's Bobcats; Tito Puento & His Orch.
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-boom)
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
A funny melody that keeps you singing
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
And in your memory it keeps on ringing
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
Can work a charm on arm and arm when two hearts are clinging
So take the one you love and start to dance
You will find a one way ticket to romance
While music is playing and dancers are swaying
The gay cabellero may feel cupid's arrow
You dance with a new love you may find a true love
Who will say I do love and make your heart go zing-a zing-a boom
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
You can't escape it once the music gets you
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
You can't forget it for it never lets you
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
And if you're worried or anything upsets you
There's one thing that will chase away the blues
Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom
While music is playing and dancers are swaying (zing-a zing-a boom)
The gay cabellero may feel cupid's arrow (zing-a zing-a boom)
You dance with a new love you may find a true love (zing-a zing-aboom)
Who will say I do love and make your heart go zing-a zing-a boom (zing-a zing-a boom)
(Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom)
Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom
(You can't escape it once the music gets you
Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom
(Can't forget it for it never lets you)
Zing-a zing-a zing-a zing-a zing boom
And if you're worried or anything upsets you
There's one thing that will chase away the blues
(Zing-a zing-a boom zing-a zing-a boom zing-a zinga-boom)
Zing-a zing-a boom boom
Zondag 29 januari 1995
Supplique Pour Être Enterré À La Plage De Sète
Supplique Pour Être Enterré À La Plage De Sète
Composer(s): George Brassens
Performer(s): George Brassens; Magyd Cherfi; Pierre Nicolas
La Camarde qui ne m'a jamais pardonné
D'avoir semé des fleurs dans les trous de son nez
Me poursuit d'un zèle imbécile
Alors cerné de près par les enterrements
J'ai cru bon de remettre à jour mon testament
De me payer un codicille
Trempe dans l'encre bleue du Golfe du Lion
Trempe, trempe ta plume, ô mon vieux tabellion
Et de ta plus belle écriture
Note ce qu'il faudra qu'il advint de mon corps
Lorsque mon âme et lui ne seront plus d'accord
Que sur un seul point: la rupture
Quand mon âme aura pris son vol à l'horizon
Vers celle de Gavroche et de Mimi Pinson
Celles des titis, des grisettes
Que vers le sol natal mon corps soit ramené
Dans un sleeping du Paris-Méditerranée
Terminus en gare de Sète
Mon caveau de famille, hélas! n'est pas tout neuf,
Vulgairement parlant, il est plein comme un œuf
Et d'ici que quelqu'un n'en sorte
Il risque de se faire tard et je ne peux
Dire à ces braves gens: poussez-vous donc un peu
Place aux jeunes en quelque sorte
Juste au bord de la mer à deux pas des flots bleus
Creusez si c'est possible un petit trou moelleux
Une bonne petite niche
Auprès de mes amis d'enfance, les dauphins
Le long de cette grève où le sable est si fin
Sur la plage de la corniche
C'est une plage où même à ses moments furieux
Neptune ne se prend jamais trop au sérieux
Où quand un bateau fait naufrage
Le capitaine crie: "Je suis le maître à bord!
Sauve qui peut, le vin et le pastis d'abord
Chacun sa bonbonne et courage"
Et c'est là que jadis à quinze ans révolus
À l'âge où s'amuser tout seul ne suffit plus
Je connu la prime amourette
Auprès d'une sirène, une femme-poisson
Je reçu de l'amour la première leçon
Avalai la première arête
Déférence gardée envers Paul Valéry
Moi l'humble troubadour sur lui je renchéris
Le bon maître me le pardonne
Et qu'au moins si ses vers valent mieux que les miens
Mon cimetière soit plus marin que le sien
Et n'en déplaise aux autochtones
Cette tombe en sandwich entre le ciel et l'eau
Ne donnera pas une ombre triste au tableau
Mais un charme indéfinissable
Les baigneuses s'en serviront de paravent
Pour changer de tenue et les petits enfants
Diront: chouette, un château de sable!
Est-ce trop demander: sur mon petit lopin
Planter, je vous en prie une espèce de pin
Pin parasol de préférence
Qui saura prémunir contre l'insolation
Les bons amis venus faire sur ma concession
D'affectueuses révérences
Tantôt venant d'Espagne et tantôt d'Italie
Tous chargés de parfums, de musiques jolies
Le Mistral et la Tramontane
Sur mon dernier sommeil verseront les échos
De villanelle, un jour, un jour de fandango
De tarentelle, de sardane
Et quand prenant ma butte en guise d'oreiller
Une ondine viendra gentiment sommeiller
Avec rien que moins de costume
J'en demande pardon par avance à Jésus
Si l'ombre de sa croix s'y couche un peu dessus
Pour un petit bonheur posthume
Pauvres rois pharaons, pauvre Napoléon
Pauvres grands disparus gisant au Panthéon
Pauvres cendres de conséquence
Vous envierez un peu l'éternel estivant
Qui fait du pédalo sur la plage en rêvant
Qui passe sa mort en vacances
Vous envierez un peu l'éternel estivant
Qui fait du pédalo sur la plage en rêvant
Qui passe sa mort en vacances
Zondag 29 januari 1995
Zingara
Zingara
Composer(s): Luigi Albertelli; Enrico Riccardi
Performer(s): Bobby Solo;
and various other artists
Prendi questa mano
zingara
dimmi pure che destino avrò
parla del mio amore
io non ho paura
perché
lo so
che ormai
non m'appartiene
Guarda nei miei occhi
zingara
vedi l'oro dei capelli suoi
Dimmi se ricambia
parte del mio amore
devi dirlo
questo
tocca a te
Ma se e' scritto che
lo perderò
come neve al sole
si scioglierà
un amore
Prendi questa mano
zingara
(strumentale)
Ma se e' scritto che
lo perderò
come neve al sole
si scioglierà
un amore
Prendi questa mano
zingara
leggi pure che destino avrò
Dimmi che mi ama
dammi la speranza
solo questo
conta
ormai per me
Zaterdag 28 januari 1995
Supper Time
Supper Time
((Dutch Version: Zeven Uur (by Corry Brokken) - 1965))
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First performance by: Ethel Waters - 1933
Covered by multiple other artists
Supper time
I should set the table
'cause it's supper time
Somehow I'm not able
'cause that man of mine
Ain't coming home no more
Oh, supper time
Kids will soon be yelling
For this supper time
While I keep from telling
That that man of mine
Ain't coming home no more
While I keep explaining
When they ask me where he's gone
While I keep from crying
When I bring the supper on
How can I remind them
To pray at their humble board
How can I be thankful
When they start to thank the lord
Oh, lord!
Supper time
I should set the table
'cause it's supper time
Somehow I'm not able
'cause that man of mine
Ain't coming home no more
Ain't coming home no more...
Zaterdag 28 januari 1995
Zingaro
Zingaro
Composer(s): Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi;
and various other artists
Zingaro voglio vivere come te
andare dove mi pare non come me
e quando trovi uno spiazzo nella città
montare la giostra e il disco di un anno fa
Zingaro senti l'ossido di che sa
attento a non ammalarti di civiltà
tua moglie col parrucchiere e' quel che vuoi
la scuola ti prende i figli e non son più tuoi
Zingaro dente d'oro dell'Ungheria
un piatto ei tuoi fagioli che vuoi che sia
la notte io dormo al fuoco se tocca a me
ma zingaro voglio vivere come te
Abito là ma vengo via
costa un'enormità e poi non c'e' più poesia
lei su di me pesa di più
di tutta la neve che negli anni avrai visto tu
Zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
Zingaro quel seno al lunapark
e quello era il tirassegno egli occhi miei
mia madre diceva zingaro finirai
e adesso che sono zingaro e ha vinto lei
Sento che va sento che va
delle frittelle il fumo ecco la libertà
Vento che va vento che va
non sono una ferrari eppure sento che
amico mio amico dio
dimmi la verità il pazzo sono io
che amo di più che ho i nervi giù
Zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
oh zingaro voglio vivere come te
ripete ad libitum
Vrijdag 27 januari 1995
Sunshine Day
Sunshine Day
Composer(s): Sol Amarfio - Teddy Osei - Mac Tontoh
Performer(s): Osibisa
One two sunshine
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Your smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Your smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Celebration
We're together
Come join your hands in harmony
Everybody do what you're doing
Your smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
oh oh oh oh
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
wo wo wo wo
Everybody (Everybody) do what you're doing (do what you're doing)
Smile will bring a sunshine day (yes it will yes it will)
Everybody do what you're doing
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Everybody (Everybody) do what you're doing (do what you're doing)
Smile will bring a sunshine day
Vrijdag 27 januari 1995
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
From the film "Song Of The South"
Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Allie Wrubel
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer;
and various other artists
Zip a dee doo dah, Zip a dee ay
My, on my, what a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine, headin’ my way
Zip a dee doo dah, Zip a dee ay
Mister bluebird on my shoulder
It’s the truth, it’s actual
Everything is satisfactual
Zip a dee doo dah, Zip a dee ay
Wonderful feeling, Wonderful day!
Donderdag 26 januari 1995
Sunshine Cake
Sunshine Cake
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Clarence Muse
and multiple other artists
We ought to bake a sunshine cake
It does more good than a big thick steak
(Start with a tablespoon of trouble)
(Then add a smile and let it bubble off)
[We ought to bake a sunshine cake]
(It isn't really so hard to make)
Fresh tears upon the tomb of pleasure
(Kind words you needn't use a major cut)
It's not from a recipe book
You don't have to be a good cook
(Or run to the oven and look)
[With such a simple dish, all you do is wish]
[So why not bake a sunshine cake]
Of course it may keep your dreams awake
Friends say there's nothing like the flavor
Don't wait to do your friends a favor
[And for goodness sake, let's bake a sunshine cake]
It's got vitamins A, vitamins B
(Vitamins L-o-v-e)
If you're fat, it's for that
(If you're thin, stuff it in)
[What's wrong if you get a lot of grin]
[We ought to bake a sunshine cake]
It's not from a recipe book
(You don't have to be a good cook)
[Or run to the oven and look]
[With such a simple dish, all you do is wish]
[So why not bake a sunshine cake]
[Of course it may be your dreams awake]
Friends say there ain't nothing like the flavor
(Don't wait to do your friends a favor)
[And for goodness sake, let's bake a sunshine cake]
Donderdag 26 januari 1995
Zippity-Zum
Zippity-Zum
Performer(s): The Chords
A-zippity-zum, a-zum, a-zum, a-zum
A-zippity-zum, a-zum, a-zum, a-zum
Oh oh, we bop, and zippity-hop
I'm as happy as I can be
Oh oh, boom boom, and zippity-zum
Love is sweet, love is grant, it works wonderfully
Oh oh, we bop, and zippity-hop
I'll never be a millionaire
Oh oh, boom boom, and zippity-zum
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I don't care
Silver and gold you could have
All the world be at your feet
But I (?) is my future
For love you can not heed
Oh oh, we bop, and zippity-hop
I'll never be a millionaire
Oh oh, boom boom, and zippity-zum
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I don't care
La la la, da da da
La la la, da da
La la la, la la la
La la la la
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
Zum zum
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
Zum zum
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
Zum zum zum
Oh oh, we bop, and zippity-hop
I'll never be a millionaire
Oh, oh, boom boom, and zippity-zum
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I don't care …
Woensdag 25 januari 1995
Sunshine (Whispering Jack Smith)
Sunshine
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Whispering Jack Smith
A lot of cobwebs in your head
You're getting rusty, so you said
You're feeling badly and everything looks grey
You're getting worried, yes indeed
I know exactly what you need
A little sunshine will make you feel OK
Give the blues a chase
Find a sunny place
Go and paint your face, with sunshine
Pay your doctor bills
Then throw away his pills
You can cure your ills, with sunshine
Why don't you take your teardrops, one by one
Before it gets too late
Hang them up out in the sun
And they'll evaporate
When the troubles start
Pounding at your heart
Rub the injured part, with sunshine
Give the blues a chase
Find a sunny place
Go and paint your face, with sunshine
Pay your doctor bills
Then throw away his pills
You can cure your ills, with sunshine
Why don't you take your teardrops, one by one
Before it gets too late
Hang them up out in the sun
And they'll evaporate
When the troubles start
Pounding at your heart
Rub the injured part, with sunshine
Woensdag 25 januari 1995
Zirichiltaggia (Baddu Tundu)
Zirichiltaggia (Baddu Tundu)
Composer(s): Massimo Bubola; Fabrizio De André
Performer(s): Fabrizio De André
Di chissu che babbu ci ha lacàtu la meddu palti ti sei presa
lu muntiggiu rùiu cu lu sùaru li àcchi sulcini lu trau mannu
e m'hai laccatu monti mùccju e zirichèlti
Di quello che papà ci ha lasciato la parte migliore ti sei presa
la collina rosa con il sughero le vacche sorcine e il toro grande
e m'hai lasciato pietre, cisto e lucertole
Ma tu ti sei tentu lu riu e la casa e tuttu chissu che v'era 'ndrentu
li piri butìrro e l'oltu cultiato e dapòi di sei mesi che mi n'era 'ndatu
parìa un campusantu bumbaldatu
Ma tu ti sei tenuto il ruscello e la casa e tutto quello che c'era dentro
le pere butirre e l'orto coltivato e dopo sei mesi che me n'ero andato
sembrava un cimitero bombardato
Ti ni sei andatu a campà cun li signuri fènditi comandà da to mudderi
e li soldi di babbu l'hai spesi tutti in cosi boni, midicini e giornali
che to fiddòlu a cattr'anni aja jà l'ucchjali
Te ne sei andato a vivere coi signori, facendoti comandare da tua moglie
e i soldi di papà li hai spesi tutti in dolciumi, medicine e giornali
che tuo figliolo a quattro anni aveva già gli occhiali
Ma me muddèri campa da signora a me fiddòlu cunnosci più di milli paràuli
la tòja è mugnedi di la manzàna a la sera e li toi fiddòli so brutti di tarra
e di lozzu e andaràni a cuiuàssi a a calche ziràccu
Mia moglie vive da signora e mio figlio conosce più di mille parole
la tua munge da mattina a sera e le tue figlie sono sporche di terra
e di letame e andranno a spostarsi a qualche servo pastore
Candu tu sei paltutu suldatu piagnii come unu stèddu
e da li babbi di li toi amanti t'ha salvatu tu fratèddu
e si lu curàggiu che t'è filmatu è sempre chiddu
chill'èmu a vidi in piazza ca l'ha più tostu lu murro
e pa lu stantu ponimi la faccia in culu
E tu quando sei partito soldato piangevi come un bambinetto
e dai padri delle tue avanti t'ha salvato tuo fratello
e se il coraggio che ti è rimasto è sempre quello ce la vedremo in piazza
chi ha la testa dura e nel frattempo mettimi la faccia in culo
Dinsdag 24 januari 1995
Sunshine (The Archies)
