Maandag 5 augustus 1996
À Propos De Mon Père
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À Propos De Mon Père
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Maandag 5 augustus 1996
Hurt (Al Bowlly)
Hurt
Composer(s): Al Piantadosi; Harold Solomon
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
I’m hurt, ‘cos I believed in you
Hurt, ‘cos you deceived me, true
I forgive you, and you will always
Live in all my memories
I pray your every dream comes true
That’s my fondest wish for you
If you’re happy, then I congratulate you
Though I feel so hurt
Zondag 4 augustus 1996
What I Want Is A Proper Cup Of Coffee
What I Want Is A Proper Cup Of Coffee
Composer(s): Bert Lee - R.P. Weston
Performer(s): Trout Fishing In America
A Sultan sat on his oriental mat, in his harem in downtown Persia
He took a sip of coffee, just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia
"Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya
That's the worst cup of coffee in Persia!"
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
In days of old when knights and men were bold, and whiskey was much cheaper
Burt Turpin rode to a coffee shop and showed his pistols to the keeper
He said "Stand and deliver!
Can't you see that I'm all a'quiver?"
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
When Bonaparte found that he was in the cart and he lost that Waterloo fight
He gave his sword to Wellington, my Lord, and he said "Those British can't half fight
Now you've had your Waterloo, sir, tell me what am I having with you, sir?"
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
Now King Solomon and his queen would carry on, so we heard in the ancient scandals
He bought her lots of silver coffee pots with diamond legs and handles
And said the Queen of Sheba, "I'd rather have any old tea-bag..."
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
Zondag 4 augustus 1996
Hurry Up
Hurry Up
Composer(s): Sharon Sheeley
Performer(s): Ritchie Valens
Hurry up, before I get another date
Hurry up, well it's gettin' awful late
Well I told you when I walked you home
And I told you on the telephone
That I'd be here at a quarter to nine
Oh little girl ain't you ever on time
Nothin' bugs me baby like a-havin' to wait
But it always seems to happen everytime we have a date
Hurry up, well c'mon let's go
Hurry up, we'll be late for the show
Hurry up, oh yeah, hurry up
We got to the movie baby wouldn't you know
The only seats I saw were in the very last row
I there sat down and I tried to watch the show
When you look at your watch, you say c'mon let's go
Zaterdag 3 augustus 1996
A Profound And Beautiful Sadness
A Profound And Beautiful Sadness
Composer(s): Derroll Adams
Performer(s): Derroll Adams
A profound and beautiful sadness
Was the passage of all times
I hear the wind - the rain is falling
Through it all I hear time calling
And years go by like a silent cry
And there as a child my heart was thrilled
And all the dreams that speak to me still
And now my heart feels sad
Memories too - so many bad
A profound and beautiful sadness
Was the passage of all times
I hear the wind - the rain is falling
Through it all I hear time calling
And years go by like a silent cry
And there as a child my heart was thrilled
Zaterdag 3 augustus 1996
Hurry Home To Me
Hurry Home To Me
Composer(s): Bernie Wayne; Teddy Powell
Performer(s): The Beverley Sisters
I love you, I love you
Oh how I love you
I miss you, I miss you
Hurry home to me
I need you, I need you
Oh how I need you
My darling, my darling
Hurry home to me
My heart will keep yearning
My love will keep burning
Till you'll be returning
Returning to me darling
Remember, remember
Always remember
I love you, I love you
Hurry home to me
Darling I love you, love you
Oh how I'm loving you
Miss you, miss kissing you
Hurry home to me
My heart, my heart will yearn dear
My love, my love will burn dear
Till you'll be returning
Returning to me darling
Remember
Always remember
I love you, I love you
Hurry home, never to roam
From me
Vrijdag 2 augustus 1996
A Product Of ...
A Product Of ...
Performer(s): Thompson Twins
I live alone
Above the station
A product of...
My Lord's creation
And in this town of disco heat
The dancing of a thousand feet
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
I work inside the children's city
They treat me as the Lord and maker
And in this town of stops and starts
The beating of a thousand hearts
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
I can see
Just by using my eyes I can see
It's really no surprise in the park
Along the pathway I can walk
In a sullen way
Late at night
I'm walking back
Funny music inside my head
And when my imagination runs
The shooting of a thousand guns
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
('til the end of time)
Vrijdag 2 augustus 1996
Hurricane (Pedro Aznar)
Hurricane
Composer(s): Kledir Ramil; Fogaça
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
The clear waters of day shining over the wheat fields
Mornings of grape and wine remembering times of peace
The taste of cold at dawn, the bread warmer than the sun
I think of the cold that now inhabits my heart
There is, in the eyes of the people, the same great sadness
because the arms of steel stop us like dams
But what they don't know, what they will never know
is that here in our land, from the mountains to the sea
blows a light breeze that will become a hurricane
Ah, but they don't know that one day it will be a hurricane
Friend, keep your mind alive and alert to deceit
that the right time, the precise moment, will come sooner or later
May your little children know that it is a long and hard journey
that neither pain, wood or time can bend a wild heart
Donderdag 1 augustus 1996
Prize Of Gold
Prize Of Gold
Composer(s): Hinen - Lee - Washington
Performer(s): Joan Regan
Why do people crave for fortune
Everything their eyes behold
What’s the good of fame and fortune
Love is the prize of gold
If you have the stars above you
You’re the heir to wealth untold
If you have someone to love you
This is the prize of gold
Without romance, the world would be
A world without any charms
While I have you and you have me
We hold the world in our arms
You have to have a heart to sing to
After all your dreams grow old
If we have our love to cling to
We have the prize of gold
Without romance, the world would be
A world without any charms
While I have you and you have me
We hold the world in our arms
Donderdag 1 augustus 1996
Hurricane (Bob Dylan)
Hurricane
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for?
He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
"Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Woensdag 31 juli 1996
A Prisoner Of The Past
A Prisoner Of The Past
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout
I'm a ghost to you now, I'm someone you don't really wish to see
I'm a ghost to you now, a shadow since you turned your back on me
Maybe you'll learn why it was I shook
Baby your turn to wear the haunted look
This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last
A prisoner of the past
This ghost is here to stay
He survived the blast
Get ready, get ready to say
"I've found my niche at last
A prisoner of the past"
Anywhere that you go, I'm going to be the welcome there for you
Everywhere that you go - be certain that the table's set for two!
Maybe you'll learn - there's nowhere you can go
Baby you'll turn - as white, as white as snow
This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last
A prisoner of the past
This ghost is here to stay
He survived the blast
Get ready, get ready to say
"I've found my niche at last
A prisoner of the past"
This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last
A prisoner of the past
Woensdag 31 juli 1996
Hurlevent
Hurlevent
Composer(s): M. Cywie; P. Loiseau; G. Stern
Performer(s): Dave
Sur les hauts de Hurlevent, je suis venu souvent
me promener parmi les pierres, et m'allonger dans la bruyère
pour penser à toi... penser à toi
Mais si le vent te fais peur, tu n'as plus rien à craindre
je t'appendrais à l'aimer si tu viens me rejoindre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent
Nous graverons nos deux cœurs sur les vieux murs de pierres
nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
Hurlevent n'attend que toi, et moi je reste là
les yeux perdus vers l'horizon, je garde encore mes illusions
tu viendras demain... tu viendras demain
Mais si le vent te fais peur, tu n'as plus rien à craindre
je t'appendrais à l'aimer si tu viens me rejoindre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent
Nous graverons nos deux cœurs sur les vieux murs de pierres
nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
Nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent...
Nous graverons nos deux cœurs sur les vieux murs de pierres
nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent
un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
Dinsdag 30 juli 1996
A Primera Vista
A Primera Vista
((English & Portuguese Versions: At First Sight (by Pedro Aznar); A Primeira Vista (by Chico César))
Composer(s): Chico César - Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Cuando no tenía nada deseé
Cuando todo era ausencia esperé
Cuando tuve frío temblé
Cuando tuve coraje llamé
Cuando llegó carta la abrí
Cuando escuché a Prince (Salif Keita) bailé
Cuando el ojo brilló entendí
Cuando me crecieron alas volé
Cuando me llamó allá fui
Cuando me di cuenta estaba ahí
Cuando te encontré me perdí
En cuanto te vi me enamoré
Dinsdag 30 juli 1996
Hurdy Gurdy Man
Hurdy Gurdy Man
Composer(s): Donovan
Performer(s): Donovan
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquillity
'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Histories of ages past
Unenlightened shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity
'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Here comes the roly poly man and he's singing songs of love
Roly poly, roly poly, roly poly, poly he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang?
Maandag 29 juli 1996
A Primeira Vista
A Primeira Vista
((English & Spanish Versions: At First Sight (by Pedro Aznar); A Primera Vista (by Pedro Aznar))
Composer(s): Chico César
Performer(s): Chico César; Badi Assad
Quando no tinha nada eu quis
Quando tudo era ausncia esperei
Quando tive frio tremi
Quando tive coragem liguei
Quando chegou carta abri
Quando ouvi Prince dancei
Quando o olho brilhou, entendi
Quando criei asas, voei
Quando me chamou eu vim
Quando dei por mim tava aqui
Quando lhe achei, me perdi
Quando vi voc, me apaixonei
Quando no tinha nada eu quis
Quando tudo era ausncia esperei
Quando tive frio tremi
Quando tive coragem liguei
Quando chegou carta abri
Quando ouvi Salif Keita dancei
Quando o olho brilhou, entendi
Quando criei asas, voei
Quando me chamou eu vim
Quando dei por mim tava aqui
Quando lhe achei, me perdi
Quando vi voc, me apaixonei
Maandag 29 juli 1996
Hunting Tigers Out In "Indiah"
Hunting Tigers Out In "Indiah"
Composer(s): Stanley Damerell; Evans; Hargreaves
Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
With big, hungry tigers, table manners have no place
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
After they have eaten you, they never say their Grace
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
Hunting tigers can be ripping fun
Like three blind mice, see the hunters run
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
You all know how beastly tigers are
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
They bite, they scratch
They make an awful fuss
It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss"
Oh, hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
They bite, they scratch
They make an awful fuss
It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss"
Oh, hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
"I say, J.O., it's jolly frightening out here"
"Nonsense, dear boy, you should be like me!"
"But look at you, you're shaking all over!"
"Shaking, you silly goose, I'm just doing the Watusi, that's all"
Tigers don't go out on rainy nights
They've no need to whet their appetites
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
How many tigers can you find with forks and serviettes?
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
Don't care in what part of you they fix their fretwork sets
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
Hunting tigers can be ripping fun
Like three blind mice, see the hunters run!
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah"
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
Yah!
Zondag 28 juli 1996
At First Sight
At First Sight
((Portuguese & Spanish Versions: A Primeira Vista (by Chico César); A Primera Vista (by Pedro Aznar))
Composer(s): Chico César - Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
When I had nothing I desired
When all was absence I waited
When I was cold I trembled
When I had the courage I called
When the letter arrived I opened it
When I heard Prince (Salif Keita) I danced
When the eye sparkled I understood
When I grew wings I flew
When I was called, there I went
When I took notice I was there
When I found you I lost myself
As soon as I saw you I fell in love
Zondag 28 juli 1996
Hunter
Hunter
Composer(s): Björk
Performer(s): Björk
If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But don't know when
I thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me
How Scandinavian
How Scandinavian
You sussed it out, didn't you?
You could smell it
So you left me on my own
To complete the mission
Now I'm leaving it all behind
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
Zaterdag 27 juli 1996
A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow
A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow
Composer(s): Roger Edens
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low
As he said to a colleen beside him
"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"
Och many times often ye met me
And told me that I should be
You darling, Acushla
A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree
Purty girl, purty girl
With no on there to show her how
The purt, purt, purty girl is now
Milking her cow
I have not the manners or graces
Of the girls in the world where ye move
And I have not their beautiful faces
But oh, I've a heart that can love
And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin
With jewels, jewels in me brow
But och, don't be after forgettin'
Your purty girl milking her cow
Purty girl, purty cow,
I'm sure this song would have never been wrote
If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat
But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow
So the pretty girl was milking her cow
Her cow, her cow...
La, la, la, la, la, la...
La, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
A purty girl milking her cow!
Zaterdag 27 juli 1996
Hungry Planet
