Vrijdag 10 mei 1996
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Mother's Lament (aka Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plughole)
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Vrijdag 10 mei 1996
How Lovely Cooks The Meat
How Lovely Cooks The Meat
Composer(s): Josef Marais
Performer(s): Doris Day & Frankie Laine
Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I smell it far away
And I thought of it all day
She's cookin' the meat for me
What a meal it's gonna be
Doris:
Oh, I cooked a lovely meal
To my man it will appeal
When he comes in through the door
He will love me even more
Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I smell it far away
And I thought of it all day
She's cookin' the meat for me
What a meal it's gonna be
Doris:
Oh, the stove is much too hot
Now the steak has big black spots
And I hope it won't be tough
'Cos my man must get enough
Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I'm comin' through the door
I cannot wait no more
An' at the table take my seat
And put my teeth into that meat
Doris:
Oh, my dear, your teeth are strong
And I hope that I'm not wrong
Though the steak is burnt and tough
I am sure you'll get enough
Frankie:
Oh, how lovely is my wife
Oh, how lovely is my wife
I will keep her all my life
Oh, how lovely is my wife
Doris: I'll learn to cook someday
Frankie: Yes, and then she'll pay her way
Both:
But between us there's no strife
She's/I'm a lovely, lovely wife
How lovely cooks the meat
Donderdag 9 mei 1996
A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore
A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Lee Adams
So, it's come at last
At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last
My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer
Well, what are you waiting for?
Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage
Just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish
And never mind putting a lid on it
Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother
Who bronzed your baby shoes?
Kissed ev'ry little bruise?
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It's just too hard to bear
A mother doesn't matter anymore
With bunions on my feet
I trudged through snow and sleet
To bring your lic'rice from the corner store
I sold my Tiffany lamp
So you could go to camp
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore
That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent
Fancy funerals are for rich people
Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day
And precious, by the way
The doctor called today
What I got's a condition
Yes he's sure
There's nothing they can do
I'll last a week or two
Because for a condition there's no cure
That time you caught the croup
Who made you chicken soup
And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, Bang!
You get the knife
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore
There, I feel better now
Everything is as it should be
A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump
And a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time
And stayed to ruin an American woman's life
Who gave up nights of rest
To rub Vicks on your chest?
Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four?
My life has been in vain
This country's down the drain
'Cause a mother doesn't matter
No, a mother doesn't matter
Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore
Donderdag 9 mei 1996
How Long Is Too Long?
How Long Is Too Long?
Composer(s): Tony Asher; John Bahler
Performer(s): The Partridge Family
You tell me you are through with him
You'll soon be free just to be with me
So I'll stay by the phone
I'm waitin' every night at home
Watching tv shows and honey
Heaven knows I'm always alone
Tho' you never call me
I keep on loving you
Hoping that if I do, you're gonna love me too
And I won't have to wait too long
But how long is too long
I got to know, you're makin' me lose my mind
How long is too long
Hopin' everything will turn out okay
How long is too long
To sit around and wait till you come my way
I see you walkin' around with him
Holdin' hands and makin' plans
You're never apart
I see the way you look at him
When you're in a crowd
I know it makes him proud
While it's breakin' my heart
And all the time you tell me
Keep on lovin' you
And if I do, you're gonna love me too
And I won't have to wait too long
How long is too long
I've got to know, you're makin' me lose my mind
How long is too long
Cause baby I've been waitin' a long long time
How long is too long
Hopin' everything will turn out okay
How long is too long
To sit around and wait till you come my way
Woensdag 8 mei 1996
A Montanha
A Montanha
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu vou seguir uma luz lá no alto
Eu vou ouvir uma voz que me chama
Eu vou subir a montanha e ficar bem mais perto de Deus
E rezar
Eu vou gritar para o mundo me ouvir e acompanhar
Toda minha escalada e ajudar
A mostrar como é o meu grito de amor e de fé
Eu vou pedir que as estrelas não parem de brilhar
E as crianças não deixem de sorrir
E que os homens jamais se esqueçam de agradecer
Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, por mais um dia
Obrigado, Senhor, que eu posso ver
Que seria de mim sem a fé que eu tenho em você
Por mais que eu sofra
Obrigado, Senhor, mesmo que eu chore
Obrigado, Senhor, por eu saber
Que tudo isso me mostra o caminho que leva a você
Mais uma vez
Obrigado, Senhor, por outro dia
Obrigado, Senhor, que o sol nasceu
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor
Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, pelas estrelas
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo sorriso
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor
Mais uma vez
Obrigado, Senhor, por um novo dia
Obrigado, Senhor, pela esperança
Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo sorriso
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo perdão
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor
Woensdag 8 mei 1996
How Long Has This Been Going On?
How Long Has This Been Going On?
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney;
and various other artists
I could cry salty tears
Where have I been all these years?
Little wow, tell me now
How long has this been goin' on?
There were chills up my spine
And some thrills I can't define
Listen sweet, I repeat
How long has this been goin' on?
Oh, I feel that I could melt
Into heaven I'm hurled
I know how Columbus felt
Finding another world
Kiss me once, then once more
What a dunce I was before
What a break, for heaven's sake
How long has this been goin' on?
Let me dream that it's true
Kiss me twice, then once more
That makes thrice, let's make it four
What a break, for heaven's sake
How long has this been goin' on?
Dinsdag 7 mei 1996
À Mon Frère Revenant D'Italie
À Mon Frère Revenant D'Italie
Composer(s): Alfred de Musset - Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Ainsi, mon cher, tu t'en reviens
Du pays dont je me souviens
Comme d'un rêve
De ces beaux lieux où l'oranger
Naquit pour nous dédommager
Du péché d'Eve
Tu l'as vu, ce fantôme altier
Qui jadis eut le monde entier
Sous son empire
César dans sa pourpre est tombé
Dans un petit manteau d'abbé
Sa veuve expire
Tu t'es bercé sur ce flot pur
Où Naples enchâsse dans l'azur
Sa mosaïque
Oreiller des lazzaroni
Où sont nés le macaroni
Et la musique
Qu'il soit rusé, simple ou moqueur
N'est-ce pas qu'il nous laisse au cœur
Un charme étrange
Ce peuple ami de la gaieté
Qui donnerait gloire et beauté
Pour une orange?
Ischia! c'est là qu'on a des yeux
C'est là qu'un corsage amoureux
Serre la hanche
Sur un bas rouge bien tiré
Brille, sous le jupon doré
La mule blanche
Pauvre Ischia! bien des gens n'ont vu
Tes jeunes filles que pied nu
Dans la poussière
On les endimanche à prix d'or
Mais ton pur soleil brille encor
Sur leur misère
Quoi qu'il en soit, il est certain
Que l'on ne parle pas latin
Dans les Abruzzes
Et que jamais un postillon
N'y sera l'enfant d'Apollon
Ni des neuf Muses
Toits superbes! froids monuments!
Linceul d'or sur des ossements!
Ci-gît Venise
Là mon pauvre cœur est resté
S'il doit m'en être rapporté
Dieu le conduise!
Mais de quoi vais-je ici parler?
Que ferait l'homme désolé
Quand toi, cher frère
Ces lieux où j'ai failli mourir
Tu t'en viens de les parcourir
Pour te distraire?
Frère, ne t'en va plus si loin
D'un peu d'aide j'ai grand besoin
Quoi qu'il m'advienne
Je ne sais où va mon chemin
Mais je marche mieux quand ta main
Serre la mienne
Dinsdag 7 mei 1996
How Long Can Disco On
How Long Can Disco On
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson; Ringo Starr
Performer(s): Harry Nilsson & Ringo Starr
Disco, Disco, slowly
Disco, Disco, Discway
You know, she go Disco
She know, you know Reggae
One night, it was a late night at the Disco
Hello, hello Disco
Closer, closer, Disco
DJ he play Reggae
DJ he play Reggae
I say, "Do you wanna dance Reggae?"
She say, "Oh no! Disco"
All night long they play the same old song
Disco
I'm on my own
I'll sing along with Reggae
Reggae, Reggae, slowly
Slowly, slowly, it's lonely, slowly
Slowly, it's lonely
Slowly, lonely, Reggae's lonely
It's so hard to get laid
When they're all so afraid of Reggae
Disco, Disco
How long can Disco go on?
Maandag 6 mei 1996
À Mon Fils
À Mon Fils
Composer(s): B. Sebastian - L. Sebastian
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Maintenant que tu es là si fragile
Je ne me suis jamais senti aussi petit
Tu sais je ne suis pas tranquille
J'ai très peur que tu tombes de mes bras
Tu me ressembles un peu, tu sera trop nerveux
Pas toujours très sérieux, mais je pense
Qu'on sera heureux tous les deux
On a le même sang dans nos veines
Pourtant on se regarde étonnés
Tu ne sais pas encore que tu m'aimes
Et que pour que tu viennes j'ai aimé
Tu me ressembles un peu, tu seras généreux
Près à n'importe quoi et je pense
Qu'on sera heureux tous les trois
Tu sais, je ne vais pas te voir grandir
Et c'est pas moi qui va t'apprendre
A lire ou à taper dans un ballon
Tu diras "papa" parfois comme ça
Tu seras grand quand je sortirai d'ici
Laissez-le-moi un peu, juste une minute
Prenez-le doucement, voilà tout doucement
Maandag 6 mei 1996
How Long Blues
How Long Blues
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker;
and various other artists
How long, baby how long
Has that evening train been gone?
How long, how how long, baby how long?
Went to the station, didn't see no train
Down in my heart, I have an aching pain
How long, how how long, baby how long?
I feel disgusted, I feel so bad
Thinking 'bout the good time that I once had
How long, how how long, baby how long?
I could see the green grass growing on the hill
I ain't seen no greenback on a dollar bill
How long, how how long, baby how long?
You're gonna be sorry you feel so blue
When you want me, baby, I declare I want, want you
How long, how how long, baby how long?
Don't have no money for to ride the train
I would ride the rugs, baby, to be with you again
How long, how how long, baby how long?
How long, baby how long
Must I keep my, my watching point?
How long, how how long, baby how long?
Zondag 5 mei 1996
À Mon Enterrement
À Mon Enterrement
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Maurice Vandair
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
À mon enterrement j'aurai des cheveux blancs
Des dingues et des Pop aux sabots de guitare
Des cheveux pleins de fleurs des champs dedans leurs yeux
Hennissant des chansons de nuit quand y'en a marre
J'aurai des mômes de passe, ceux que j'ai pas finis
Des filles de douze ans qui gonflent sous l'outrage
Des Chinoises des Russes des Nordiques remplies
Des rues décapitées par des girls de passage
À mon enterrement
Et je ferai l'amour avec le croque-mort
Avec sa tête d'ange et ses dix-huit automnes
Douze pour la vertu et six mourant au port
Quand son navire mouillera comme un aumône
A mon enterrement j'aurai un cœur de fer
Et me suivrai tout seul sur le dernier bitume
Lâchant mon ombre enfin pour me mettre en enfer
Dans le dernier taxi tapinant dans la brume
À mon enterrement
Comme un pendu tout sec perforé de corbeaux
A mon enterrement je gueulerai quand même
J'aurai l'ordinateur facile avec les mots
Des cartes perforées me perforant le thème
Je mettrai en chanson la tristesse du vent
Quand il vient s'affaler sur la gueule des pierres
La nausée de la mer quand revient le jusant
Et qu'il faut de nouveau descendre et puis se taire
À mon enterrement
À mon enterrement je ne veux que des morts
Des rossignols sans voix des chagrins littéraires
Des peintres sans couleurs des acteurs sans décor
Des silences sans bruits des soleils sans lumière
Je veux du noir partout à me crever les yeux
Et n'avoir jamais plus qu'une idée de voyance
Sous l'œil indifférent du regard le plus creux
Dans la dernière métaphore de l'offense
À mon enterrement
Zondag 5 mei 1996
How Long (Dire Straits)
How Long
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits
How long, how long baby
How long has it been
How long you gonna keep me wondering
How long before you see
Stallin' me was wrong; how long
How long
How long you gonna keep
Slappin' my hands away
How long you gonna keep my love at bay
How long before you're sure
My love is strong; how long
How long, how long you gonna keep
Tellin' me y'like me fine
How long until I'm gonna make you mine
How long before you wake up
And find your good man gone; how long
Go-o-o-o-ne; how long
Go-o-o-o-ne; how long
Zaterdag 4 mei 1996
A Moment Of Forever
A Moment Of Forever
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - Daniel Timms
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson
and multiple other artists
Was it wonderful for you?
Was it holy as it was for me?
Did you feel the hand of destiny
That was guiding us together?
You were young enough to dream
I was old enough to learn something new
I'm so glad I got to dance with you
For a moment of forever
Sometimes when you're cryin', you're happy
Sometimes you're just cryin'
I know
I know
Come whatever happens now
Ain't it nice to know that dreams still come true
I'm so glad that I was close to you
For a moment of forever
Zaterdag 4 mei 1996
How Long (Ace)
How Long
Composer(s): Paul Carrack
Performer(s): Ace
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme
Then I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem
And you said you was never intending
To break up our singing this way
But there ain't any use in pretending
It could happen to us any day
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
Oh, your friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme
But I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem
Oh, you said you was never intending
To break up our singing this way
But there ain't any use in pretending
It could happen to us any day
And how long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on?
Vrijdag 3 mei 1996
À Moi L'Afrique
À Moi L'Afrique
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Michelle Senlis
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Rouge et jaune coloriés
Par la main d'un écolier
En madras, en tablier
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Les seins lourds de tes nourrices
Nous rappellent les délices
D'une enfance qui résiste
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Mangeant des noix de cajou
Flirtant le soir à genoux
Comme la liane enroulée
Avec le singe des blés
À moi, à moi, à moi
À moi l'Afrique
Tapant des mains et des pieds
Au rythme fou des sorciers
Sous des rubans de papier
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Mon enfance retrouvée
Tu te reprends à rêver
Tous tes livres, ils étaient vrais
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Voilà les fruits et les fleurs
Les sources bleues, les couleurs
Les pagnes et les colliers
Au pas lent des chameliers
À moi, à moi, à moi
À moi l'Afrique
Serpent de lune et parfum
L'odeur du thé au jasmin
Monte à portée de la main
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Et face aux tentes rayées
En plein désert appuyées
J'ai le coeur débarbouillé
À moi, à moi, à moi l'Afrique
Tout redevient neuf et beau
Mon âme marche en sabots
Mes bras s'ouvriront demain
L'avenir n'est pas si loin
À moi, à moi, à moi
À moi l'Afrique
Vrijdag 3 mei 1996
How Little We Know
How Little We Know
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Susannah McCorkle;
and various other artists
Maybe it happens this way
Maybe we really belong together
But after all, how little we know
Maybe it's just for a day
Love is as changeable as the weather
And after all, how little we know
Who knows why an April breeze never remains
Why stars in the trees hide when it rains
Love comes along, casting a spell
Will it sing you a song
Will it say a farewell
Who can tell
Maybe you're meant to be mine
Maybe I'm only supposed to stay in your arms a while
As others have done
Is this what I've waited for, am I the one
Oh, I hope in my heart that it's so
In spite of how little we know
Is this what I've waited for, am I the one
Oh, I hope in my heart that it's so
In spite of how little we know
Donderdag 2 mei 1996
A Misunderstood Man
A Misunderstood Man
Composer(s): John Farrar - Tim Rice
Performer(s): Cliff Richard
The story is a famous one
Now worshipped, now dismissed
Rehearsed and trawled for meanings
That may well not exist
The demon at the story's heart
The cuckoo in the nest
Gives so little of himself away
Which is the reason why you will stay
In case he falters, should betray
By whom or what possessed
These are the facts of the matter
These are the names in the case
This the story, the passion
The time and the place
They're laid here before you
So judge if you can
The devil incarnate or
A misunderstood man
His origins, his way of life
His motives - they're all news
No shortage of detractors
To air their noisy views
The man inspires a thousand lies
The lover takes his choice
Remaining coldly in control
Aware that sadly, on the whole
It is the fool who bares his soul
I'll give the man a voice!
These are the facts of the matter
These are the names in the case
This the story, the passion
The time and the place
They're laid here before you
So judge if you can
The devil incarnate or
A misunderstood man
Donderdag 2 mei 1996
(How Little It Matters) How Little We Know
(How Little It Matters) How Little We Know
Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh; Philip Springer
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
How little we know!
How much to discover
What chemical forces flow from lover to lover!
How little we understand what touches off that tingle
That sudden explosion when two tingles intermingle
Who cares to define what chemistry this is?
Who cares, with your lips on mine, how ignorant bliss is?
So long as you kiss me, and the world around us shatters
How little it matters, how little we know
How little we understand what touches off that tingle
That sudden explosion when two tingles intermingle
Who cares to define what chemistry this is?
Who cares, with your lips on mine, how ignorant bliss is?
So long as you kiss me, and the world around us shatters
How little it matters, how little we know
How little we know
How little we know
Woensdag 1 mei 1996
A Mission In Life
A Mission In Life
Composer(s): Stan Ridgway
Performer(s): Stan Ridgway
Sue, turn out the lights
It`s time to close up we`re through
Gotta clear it out so let`s drink up
It`s past two
Girl, don`t push `em out
They can walk out on their own
How many times I gotta tell you
Bob, you gotta drink up and go home
I don`t run a business just to talk to you all day
Clear ou the backroom Sue
Stack up the chairs
Who broke this glass? No one really cares
Go take the trash out and vacuum the stairs
What do I pay you for?
And don`t foget to sweep the glass off the floor
Once I had plans to fix up this place
A room where you could go to
And meet people with taste
They`d talk and they`d laugh and forget the rat race
And I`d be just like on of those guys
With the moustache and face
Hey, help me lift up this case
Hey, I`m really sorry I blew up
Then I`ve had no sleep
I`ve been up all night with my wife and brother-in-law
You know Pete.
At times this world can seem just like a cold icy ball
But don`t let that discourage you
`Cause you`re young...take that call
And if it`s my wife, just try and stall
I was just wondering how you get home
Do you have a boyfriend or do you live alone?
I`m going your way if you`re going mine
No...I feel fine
But before you go just let me paass on one thing
You got a mission in life
To hold out your hand
to help the other guy out
Help your fellow man
That`s why I own this bar
They`re thirsty outside
I give them oceans to drink
Then they drown in the tide
They just drown in the tide...
Woensdag 1 mei 1996
How It Lies, How It Lies, How It Lies
