Dinsdag 7 januari 1997
A Trick Of The Tail
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A Trick Of The Tail
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Dinsdag 7 januari 1997
War
War
Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield
Performer(s): Edwin Starr
Oh no-there's got to be a better way
Say it again
There's got to be a better way-yeah
What is it good for?
War has caused unrest
Among the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die?
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Yeah War-I despise
'Cos it means destruction
Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers how
When their sons go off to fight
And lose their lives
I said
War-huh
It's an enemy of all mankind
No point of war
'Cos you're a man
War has caused unrest
Among the younger generation
Give it to me one time-now
Give it to me one time-now
War has shattered
Many young men's dreams
We've got no place for it today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord, there's just got to be a better way
It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War
War
War-Good God, now
Now
Give it to me one time now
Now now
What is it good for?
Maandag 6 januari 1997
A Tree In The Park
A Tree In The Park
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Helen Morgan
and multiple other artists
When the noisy town lets its windows down
Little slaves are free at night
Then we'll soon retreet from the busy street
Till the crowds are out of sight
There's a rendezvous for lovers
Where we two can play
Very near your door, In the city's core
But it seems a millions miles away
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park
No one else around, but you and me in the dark
Just five minutes from your door-step
I'll wait for your step to come along
And the city's roar becomes a song
While I'm waiting, I discover more in your charms
Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms
And if there's a moon above you
I'll carve "I Love You" upon the bark
Underneath our little tree, inside the park
We'll make ev'ry bough shake, and wonder how
Two could be so nearly one
Ev'ry blade of grass sadly sighs, "Alas!"
Grass can never have such fun
In the desert town's oasis
We'll love 'neath the tree
It can't be amiss if the birdies kiss
We're as good as birds, aren't we?
Maandag 6 januari 1997
Wanting You
Wanting You
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Shirley Jones & Jack Cassidy;
and various other artists
Jack:
My heart is aching for someone
And you are that someone
You know the truth of my story
You must believe what you see
Shirley:
I, too, may someday love someone
From somewhere there'll come one
One who will hear the same story
That you're telling me.
Jack:
Wanting you, every day I am wanting you
Every night I am longing to
Hold you close to my eager breast
Shirley:
Wanting love, in that heaven I'm dreaming of
Makes that heaven seem far above
Any hope that I'll gain my quest
Both:
Dreams are vain, but I cling to the
Merest chance that you may hear me
Dreams are vain, for whenever I wake
I never find you near me
Wanting you, nothing else in this world will do
In this world you are all that I adore
All I adore
Zondag 5 januari 1997
A Tree In The Meadow
A Tree In The Meadow
Composer(s): Billy Reid
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting
and multiple other artists
There's a tree in the meadow
With a stream drifting by
And carved upon that tree I see
"I love you till I die"
I will always remember
The love in your eye
The day you carved upon that tree
"I love you till I die"
But further on down lovers' lane
A silhouette I see
I know you're kissing someone else
I wish that it were me
By that tree in the meadow
My thoughts always lie
And wherever you go, you'll always know
I love you till I die
Zondag 5 januari 1997
Wanted Man (Frankie Laine)
Wanted Man
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Lee J. Pockriss
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bullet in my shoulder
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse and they're never
Gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always, always, always on the run
I killed poor Jed Kline in bad Laredo fight
Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night
Jed's brother's out to get me
He's comin' with a gang
But I'd rather shoot it out, by God
Than let 'em watch me hang
Bullet in my shoulder!!
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
She had spangles on her red dress
She had laughter in her voice
When he tried to put his hands on her
My heart left me no choice
But was she really worth it?
Well, I guess I'll never know
She'll be drinking someone else's rye
When I'm six feet below
Bullet in my shoulder!!
Blood runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
A wanted man
A wanted man
On the run
Zaterdag 4 januari 1997
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'ai r'péré, l'endroit est "classe"
T'entendrais voler un fax
Détends-toi, cool, sois relax
"Garçon !... la carte !... " alors, dis-moi c' qui s'passe
J'en suis sûr, tu vas me dire qu'un' fois d' plus elle t'a laissé tomber
C'est pas pour m' vanter, pour dire, mais faudra bien t'y habituer
Quand j' te parle, tu n'entends rien
Tu t' répands dans ton chagrin
Tu monologues, j' me mets sur "pause"
On est deux mais y a qu' toi qui cause
Toi tu as la prétention d'être modeste, facile à gérer
J' la connais pas, j'imagine, un' saint faut t' respirer
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Tu n' perds pas le sens du pratique
Même dans les moments les plus critiques
T'as pensé à m'inviter... merci...
Mais t'as oublié ton chéquier
Je te fais don de mon crédit toutes les fois où t'as b'soin d' moi
Je crois comm' ça qu'on est quitte, que ça n'arrive qu'à toi
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne
Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Zaterdag 4 januari 1997
Wanted Man (Johnny Cash)
Wanted Man
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Wanted man in California
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad
I got sidetracked in El Paso
Stopped to get myself a map
Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back
Went to sleep in Shreveport
Woke up in Abilene
Wonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way in between
Wanted man in Albuquerque
Wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee
Wanted man in Baton Rouge
There's somebody set to grab me
Anywhere that I might be
And wherever you might look tonight
You might get a glimpse of me
Wanted man in California
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
Vrijdag 3 januari 1997
À Tout Jamais
À Tout Jamais
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand nous aurons fermé les yeux
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
À l'instant du dernier adieu
J'en aurai encore du regret
J'en aurai encore du remords
Et partirai avec ma peine
Et pour peu que je me souvienne
Ce mal n'en sera que plus fort
Car nous avons fermé nos coeurs
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Pour remplacer tant de bonheur
Par du chagrin et des regrets
Lorsque les siècles bout à bout
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Aurons mis le passé sur nous
Et que l'oubli sera complet
S'il reste encore une lueur
S'il reste encore un rien de flamme
Sous la cendre tiède de l'âme
Qui paraît-il jamais ne meurt
Pour trouver le calme infini
À tout jamais, à tout jamais
Tout comme au temps de notre vie
Mon amour je te chercherai
T'appellerai
Te trouverai
Te garderai
À tout jamais
Vrijdag 3 januari 1997
Wanted
Wanted
Composer(s): Jack Fulton; Lois Steele
Performer(s): Perry Como;
and various other artists
Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me
Wanted, someone who kissed me
And held me closely, then stole my heart
Wanted, someone I trusted
Who gave no warning that we'd ever part
She was last seen hiding out in someone's arms
He knew nothing of the danger in her charms
A jury may find her guilty
But I'd forgive her if I could see
A signed confession that she's repented
And really wanted no one but me
Donderdag 2 januari 1997
À Tout Casser
À Tout Casser
Composer(s): G. Aber - Johnny Hallyday - T. Brown
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
À plein gaz il faut choisir dans la vie
Je ne veux pas marcher au ralenti
Pour gagner je prends tous les raccourcis
Si je gagne un jour alors vous direz
Il est à tout casser
Il est à tout casser
À tout casser
En amour je ne fais pas de roman
Comme je suis on me laisse on me prend
Mais comme pour ma moto à cent pour cent
Il faut aimer ça pour vivre avec moi
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé
À plein gaz je préfère ma liberté
Tout ou rien mais jamais la moitié
Ce qui est moi faut pas y toucher
Dans ces moments là toujours malgré moi
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
J'arrive à tout casser
À tout casser
Donderdag 2 januari 1997
Want More
Want More
Composer(s): Aston Barrett
Performer(s): Bob Marley & The Wailers
Now you get what you want
Do you want more?
(want more)
Now you get what you want
Do you want more?
(want more)
You think it's the end
But it's just the beginning
You think it's the end
But it's just the beginning
Go down back-biter, down back-bite; down back-biter, down back-bite!
Down back-biter, down back-biter; down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
In the valley of decision
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
Now you get, what you want
Do you want more?
You think it's the end
Do you want more?
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back
And they claim that you're not looking
But Jah have them in the region
In the valley of decision
Now: what you want?
Want more? Want more?
Now: what you get?
Want more? Want more?
Now - Now: do you want more?
You think it's the end: (think it's the end)
Do you want more? (want more) (you think it's the end)
(Now: what you want?
Want more? Want more?
Now: what you get?
Want more? Want more?)
Woensdag 1 januari 1997
A Touch Of Texas
A Touch Of Texas
Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh - Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Marcy McGuire, Harold Peary, Peter Lind Hayes, Victor Mature
McGuire:
Headin' for that depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Headin' for that depot
And here's the reason why
Ensemble: Why, gal why?
McGuire:
Got a touch of Texas in my talk
I got too much of Texas in my talk
Oh, this place will be my ruin
Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wahooin'
Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk!
Got a touch of Texas in my hair
Got too much of Texas in my hair
Yes, the sand from Amarillo
Keeps a scratchin' on my pillow
Oh, take me back to Times Square!
For I've seen ev'ry part of
Ev'ry part of
What I'm deep in the heart of
Got a touch of Texas in my walk
Got too much of Texas in my walk
Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin'
But for miles there's nothin' human
Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Headin' for that depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Headin' for that depot
And here's the reason why
Hayes:
Now wait a minute si
You've got a touch of Texas in your walk
Peary:
Got too much of Texas in your walk
McGuire:
I rode a bronco down in Dallas
So be careful of my callus
Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Peary:
Hold on, chum, you got Texas on your brain, yeah
Hayes:
Yeah, too much Texas on your brain
McGuire:
Oh, the brush that's full of rabbits
Got me in these jumpin' habits
Put me back on that train!
For I've seen ev'ry part of
[Clap-clap-clap-clap]
Just what I'm deep in the heart of
That's why I'm headin' for the depot
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Mature:
You'll never make the depot
And here's the reason why
You got too much of Texas in you, gal
McGuire:
And that's too much of Texas for me, pal
Hayes:
I reckon I will have to stop you
If'n you move, I'll have to drop you
Peary:
Get back in your corral
Mature:
You got too much Texas in your talk
McGuire:
I got too much of Texas in my walk
But the funny part about it
Is that I can do without it
Don't take me back, don't take me back
Oh, please don't
Take me back to New York!
Got a touch of Texas in my face
Got too much of Texas in my face
Oh, that sunshine in Laredo
Got it like a ripe tomato
Oh, take me out of this place!
Woensdag 1 januari 1997
Want Ads
Want Ads
Composer(s): General Johnson; Barney Perkins; Greg Perry
Performer(s): Honey Cone;
Taylor Dayne; Hattie Littles
Wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need a love that's true
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
At home I find myself, lost and all alone
My man is playing the field, the thrill is gone
He stays out all night, says he's with the boys
But lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too
Tells me he's been lying, tell ya what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, somebody rescue me
I spend my nights alone, cryin' bitter tears
Although I cry aloud, nobody really hears
And when I need him most, he's never by my side
He's either playing cards, or drinking at the bar
He thinks that I'm a fool, I'm going to the evening news
Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free
Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too
Tells me he's been lying, I'm going to the evening new
Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new
Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Dinsdag 31 december 1996
A Touch Of Class
A Touch Of Class
Composer(s): Chris Bradford - Mark Hankins
Performer(s): Dr. Feelgood
Poor boy, up west, and the action wasn’t going my way
Rich girl, best dressed, lookin’ like she come out to play
I stood back, you swept passed, I decided that I’d give it a shot
I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought I’d give it everything that I’d got
We take tea at the ritz, I take you down to the docks
You can rely on me to lower the tone
You call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
I like a pint, you like your bubbles
We have a whip round when you order your drink
You’re in who’s who, I’m whose in trouble
You’re upper class and I’m the missing link
You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much time on your hands
I got an accent, you can cut with a knife
Your dad’s a bit of a snob but mine’s a terminal slob
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
We go dutch, it ain’t much
I knew a classy girl like you wouldn’t mind
A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low life knocks that perfect punch
You got a race horse at home, you keep him down on the farm
I buy the sporting life to studying the odds
I got a feel for the streets, you got your country retreat
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
You ain’t brass, you’re a touch of class
You ain’t brass
Huh, you’re a touch of class
Dinsdag 31 december 1996
Wang-Dang-Doodle
Wang-Dang-Doodle
Composer(s): Willie Dixon
Performer(s): Howlin' Wolf;
and various other artists
Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny
A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall
We gonna romp and tromp till midnight
We gonna fuss and fight till daylight
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned
Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet
Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess
We gonna to break out all of the windows,
we gonna kick down all the doors
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time
When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long, All night long etc.
Maandag 30 december 1996
À Toi (Léo Ferré)
À Toi
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Maurice Vandair
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La forêt qui s'élance au ciel comme une verge
Les serments naufragés qui errent sur la berge
Les oiseaux dénoncés que le chasseur flamberge
Les diamants constellés qui fuient les pâles couches
Tous les yeux de la rue qui crèvent sur ta bouche
Le pavé que tu foules et ma voix que tu touches
Les amants accolée muets comme la cire
Les culottes des femmes où le monde se mire
Les fauves repentis qui rendent des martyrs
Le ventre des pendus qui coule des potences
Les noces pathétiques où les larmes sont rances
Les émigrants qui n'ont jamais de pain d'avance
Les mains transfigurées qui règlent la tzigane
Baudelaire et Shakespeare au chevet des profanes
Les chevaux condamnés et leur dernière avoine
La voix pour commander à mille couturières
Un lit avec le Parthénon comme litière
Le cathéchisme de la joie la vie entière
Des violons barrissant les complaintes futures
Des tonnes de crachat sur la Critiquature
Le vent du large et des bûchers pour les clôtures
Des langues pour parler aux Chinois faméliques
Des poumons pour souffler au ventre des phtisiques
Des javas pour brouiller les chants patriotiques
Le ruisseau qui jouit jusqu'au Havre sans trêve
Le malheureux le chien qui meurt l'homme qui crève
Le sang des femmes qui sont mortes sans un rêve
Les cheveux élagués qui cherchent des caresses
Le remords amical du prêtre qui confesse
Les yeux des tout-petits riboulant de tendresse
L'orgue de la nature au souffle de violettes
Les rendez-vous mystérieux sous la voilette
Le numéro que tu voulais à la roulette
Les portes de secours battant sur les étoiles
Les Vendredis des Robinsons des capitales
La boussole des veuves aveugles sous leur voile
Le vain espoir des mitraillés sous la mitraille
La poitrine qui bat sous les pâles médailles
Les jésus désertant le fruit de tes entrailles
Les dentelles flottant au nez de la misère
Le loup blessé à mort qu'on regarde se taire
Le chant du coq et le silence de saint Pierre
Les cœurs déchiquetés qui parlent aux fantômes
Les gens de bien qui ont désintégré l'atome
Le Capital qui joue aux dés Notre Royaume
Et Puis la majuscule ennui qui nous sclérose
Mon pauvre amour car nous pensons les mêmes choses
En attendant que l'Ange nous métamorphose...
Maandag 30 december 1996
Wand'rin' Star
Wand'rin' Star
Composer(s): Frederick Loewe; Alan Jay Lerner
Performer(s): Lee Marvin
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back
I was born under a wandrin' star
Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star
(Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry)
(Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry)
(Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to)
(Which with any luck will never come true)
(I was born under a wandrin' star)
(I was born under a wandrin' star)
When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
For I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star
Zondag 29 december 1996
À Toi (Joe Dassin)
À Toi
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
À toi
À la façon que tu as d'être belle
À la façon que tu as d'être à moi
À tes mots tendres un peu artificiels
Quelquefois
À toi
À la petite fille que tu étais
À celle que tu es encore souvent
À ton passé, à tes regrets
À tes anciens princes charmants
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À moi
À la folie dont tu es la raison
À mes colères sans savoir pourquoi
À mes silences et à mes trahisons
Quelquefois
À moi
Au temps que j'ai passé à te chercher
Aux qualités dont tu te moques bien
Aux défauts que je t'ai caché
À mes idées de baladin
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À nous
Aux souvenirs que nous allons nous faire
À l'avenir et au présent surtout
À la santé de cette vieille terre
Qui s'en fout
À nous
À nos espoirs et à nos illusions
À notre prochain premier rendez-vous
À la santé de ces milliers d'amoureux
Qui sont comme nous
À la vie, à l'amour
À nos nuits, à nos jours
À l'éternel retour de la chance
À l'enfant qui viendra
Qui nous ressemblera
Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
Zondag 29 december 1996
Wandering Spirit
