Zondag 27 april 1997
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Zondag 27 april 1997
We Got Paid By Cash
We Got Paid By Cash
Composer(s): Harold Reid; Don Reid
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
It started March of sixty-four, many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash to open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac with a road map on the dash
For the next eight and one half years, we got paid by Cash
He took us down to Nashville to Columbia studio
Not knowing where we came from, they told us where to go
But Johnny said "I like 'em! Don't you give them no trash"
You see we were Johnny's little boys and we got paid by Cash
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride
And we were there when John remembered God was on his side
We watched him on the concert stage, we watched him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do and the things that could go wrong
And if we had to start again we'd do it in a flash
'Cause we learned more than we earned when we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career demanded that we go
And through some tears we all shook hands that last and final show
All those years we never had a contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today we owe it all to Cash
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride
And we were there when John remembered God was on his side
Now John will tell you there were years when times were good and bad
But we can tell you they were some of the best we ever had
Carl Perkins, and the Carters, and the Tennessee Three
We were one big happy family and would have done it all for free
don don don don don don ... don don ...
Zaterdag 26 april 1997
Abonné Au Gaz
Abonné Au Gaz
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Bourvil:
Poussez pas dites donc
Oh Finissez de me bousculer
Vous m'avez marché sur les pieds
-Va donc eh Patate
Monsieur vous m'avez insulté
Je vous prie de vous rétracter
-Va donc eh Patate
-Oh si vous saviez qui je suis
Vous déchanteriez mes amis
-je n' sais pas c'que t'es mon bonhomme
mais en tout cas t'as l'air d'une pomme
-Ah ! je n'ai l'air de rien, mais je suis quelqu'un
je suis
-quoi, quoi?
-abonné au gaz
-Ah la la la la, qui aurait cru ça
Il est
-Quoi quoi?
-Abonné au gaz
-Vous avez tous l'air étonné
Et pourtant c'est la vérité
Sur ma carte d'identité
Voyez messieurs dames, c'est marqué eh eh!
-C'est vraiment quelqu'un
Il a bien l'air d'un
D'un vrai
-Quoi quoi?
-abonné au gaz
Un homme:
Dis donc, vous avez des relations, vous pourriez pas me donner la combine
Bourvil:
-C'est ma vie privée, ça
L'homme:
-Est-ce qu'un député, vous a pistonné
Pour vous
-Quoi, quoi?
-abonner au gaz?
-ah non j'avais un tuyau
et c'est bien ce qu'il faut quand on veut avoir le gaz
Je fais mes petits coups en dessous
et j'entends déjà les jaloux
qui disent d'un ton aigre doux
C'est toujours les mêmes qui ont tout
Une femme:
-Quelle prestige il a
La femme qu'il aura
Sera
-Quoi quoi?
-abonnée au gaz!
La femme:
-Ah vous êtes très sympathique
Vous me plaisez beaucoup!
Bourvil:
-Ah bon
-Je sens que je vous aime
-Déjà? C'est pour le gaz que vous dites ça?
-Vous êtes adorable
Vous plairait-il de m'épouser
Oui, si vous savez cuisiner
-Vous êtes adorable
Bourvil:
Vous me l'avez déjà dit
-Adorable et surtout galant
Venez nous allons voir maman
-Je sais que je suis séduisant
Mais à ce point, ça me surprend
-Maman, voici mon mari
S'il n'est pas joli
Il est
-Quoi quoi?
-abonné au gaz
-S'il n'a pas d'auto
Ni même un vélo
Il est
-Quoi, quoi?
-abonné au gaz
La mère:
-épouse le ma chère enfant
le gaz est très intéressant car ça prouve tout simplement qu'il possède un appartement
La femme:
-vois tu mon chéri, à toi on dit oui tout ça
-je sais, parce que j'ai le gaz
Mon beau frère et mes beaux parents
Habitent avec nous maintenant
Si bien que je dors très souvent
Dans le grenier sur un divan
Ils vont m'obliger à déménager
Mais moi
-Quoi, quoi?
Je leur couperai le gaz!
Oh oh oh
-Il est vraiment fort
Mais jusqu'à la mort
Il s'ra abooooonnéé au (pffffff)
-Tiens! y'a une fuite, là
Gazzzzz!
Zaterdag 26 april 1997
We Got More Soul
We Got More Soul
Composer(s): Arlester "Dyke" Christian
Performer(s): Dyke & The Blazers; Pazant Brothers
Tell the world
Uh!
Sisters and my borthers
We got more soul
Uh!
Dig it!
Sisters and my brothers
We got more soul
Uh!
We got Ray Charles
Doin' his thing
We got James Brown
Yeah!
Doin' his thing too
Uh!
Ow!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it now!
Uh!
Aw!
Uh!
When we walk
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we talk
Uh!
Aw!
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we sing
Lord, have mercy
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we dance
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
Uh!
Uh!
We got Johnnie Taylor
Doin' his thing
We got Johnnie Taylor
Yeah!
Doin' his
Ow!
Uh!
Listen!
Uh!
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it!
We got Aretha Franklin
Doin' her thing
We got Nancy Wilson
Doin' her thing
Uh!
We got Pearl Bailey
Doin' her thing
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Uh!
Dig it!
My sisters and my brothers
(Fade to End)
We got more soul
Uh!
When we walk
Vrijdag 25 april 1997
A-Bone
A-Bone
Composer(s): Larry LaPole
Performer(s): The Trashmen
I've got a little A-bone like you never have seen
A way-out wailin' type of boss machine
Top eliminator at all the big name drags
Well she's stroked and bored and shaved so neat
and sittin' right next to my bucket seat
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie ah Hahahahaha...
Cobra, Cobra where have you been, I've been lookin' all over and back again
My little A-bone's just achin' to shut you down
She's a'runnin' smooth, she's a'runnin' true
She's got a big surprise for you
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you
Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you
Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Well my little A-bone went over the hill, left that Cobra standin' still
Buddy, buddy, buddy better shut your Cobra down
Well your clutch is burnin', your tires are hot
You don't know what my A-bone's got
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
You don't know what my A-bones got
You don't know what my A-bones got
You don't know what my A-bones got
Vrijdag 25 april 1997
We Got Love (Bobby Rydell)
We Got Love
Composer(s): Bernie Lowe; Barry Mann
Performer(s): Bobby Rydell
(We got love)
‘Cause you’ve got one lucky fella
Two love you true
And I got three little words
I’m savin’ four only you
Five o’clock I call you
And by six we got a date
By seven I’ll be heaven-bound
And in your arms by eight
Everybody now (We got love)
By the numbers (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
‘Cause I got one million kisses
Two thrill you through and through
And I got three thousand hugs
I’m savin’ Four only you’
Five’ll get you ten, Dear
that in six more years we rate
Seven little children, Dear
Or maybe we’ll have eight
Let me hear it, baby (We got love)
Ah, dontcha know it now (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
When we marry five’ll get you ten, Dear
That in six more years we rate
Seven little children, Dear
Or maybe we’ll have eight
All together now (We got love)
Ah let me tell ya (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
One more time (We got love)
Ah don'tcha know it baby (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
Donderdag 24 april 1997
Able Bodied Man
Able Bodied Man
Composer(s): Jerry Foster - Bill Rice
Performer(s): Bobby Bare; Jack Ingram; Charley Pride
I'm calling from the station and I haven't got much time to let you know
Got a ticket for Missouri and there's things I need to say before I go
If I could I'd have you meet me but I don't see how I can
I don't have enough to pay your fare
There's a factory in Columbus hirin' now I understand
And they're looking for an able bodied man
Baby you should get some money in the letter that I mailed two days ago
But when I wrote the letter saying you could come to me I didn't know
That I was goin' to lose my job in such a little while
Now I guess we'll have to change our plan
They may not hire me in Columbus but I'm pretty sure they will
Cause they're looking for an able bodied man
If I had more education now I'd a' made a better life for me and you
But just simple manual labor is the only kind of work that I can do
The bus is loadin' for Missouri so I guess I'd better go
Hon I'll call you up as soon as I can
I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job
If they're looking for an able bodied man
I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job
And remember I'm your able bodied man
Donderdag 24 april 1997
We Got Love (Lynsey de Paul)
We Got Love
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul; Terry Britten
Performer(s): Lynsey de Paul
You can have money and still be poor
What good is that?
It’s not enough
Work day and night making more and more
What good is that?
It’s not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion
But we have the greatest gift of all
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Who needs a yacht or a limosine?
What good is that?
It’s not enough
Living your life like a magazine
What good is that?
It’s not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion
But we have the greatest gift of all
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love, the kind you read about
We got love, the kind you dream about
I’m the richest man you ever knew
It’s a dream come true
be with you, be with you
love, the kind you read about
love, the kind you dream about
love, the kind you read about
love, the kind you dream about
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo
Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo
It's a dream come true
loving you, loving you
It's a dream come true
We got loving baby
It's a dream come true
loving you, loving you
It's a dream come true
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Woensdag 23 april 1997
Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo
Composer(s): Pete Seeger
Performer(s): Pete Seeger
and multiple other artists
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Once upon a time there was a little boy who played the ukelele
He'd go around town
'Blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp blmp blmp, blmp blmp, blmp!'
Grown-ups said "Get that thing out of here!"
Not only that, the boy's father was a gettin' in trouble
He was a magician
He had a magic wand
He could go 'Zoop! Zoop!' make things disappear
But the father played too many tricks on people
Somebody doing a hard job of work, 'zzt, zzt, zzt'
Up comes the father with his magic wand
'Zoop!' no saw
Come to someone about to drink a nice cold glass of something
'Zoop!' the glass disappears
He'd come to someone about to sit down after a hard day's work
'Zoop!' no chair
People said to the father, "You get out of here, too
Take your magic wand and your son!"
The boy and his father were ostracized
That means they made them live on the edge of town
Now in this town they used to tell stories
The old people used to tell stories about the giants that lived in the old days
They used to tell a story about a giant called Abiyoyo
They said he was as tall as a house and could eat...people... up
Of course, nobody believed it, but they told the story anyway
One day, one day, the sun rose, blood red over the hill
And the first people got up and looked out of their window
They saw a great big shadow in front of the sun
And they could feel the whole ground shake
'Stomp, stomp'
Women screamed, 'Ahh!'
Strong men fainted "Ohh!"
"Run for your lives! Abiyoyo's coming!"
He came to the sheep pasture, grabs a whole sheep, 'Yeowp!'
Comes to the cow pasture, grabs a whole cow, 'Yeowp!'
Daniel, "Grab your most precious possessions and run! Run!"
Just then the boy and his father woke up
"Hey, Paw, what's coming over the field?"
Oh, Son, that's Abiyoyo
Oh, if I could only get him to lie down, I could make him disappear"
The boy said "Come with me, Father"
He grabs his father by one hand
The father gets the magic wand, the boy gets the ukelele
They run across the field
Peopleyelled, "Don't go near him! He'll eat you alive!"
There was Abiyoyo
He had long fingernails cause he never cut 'em
Slobbery teeth, 'cause he didn't brush them
Stinking feet, 'cause he didn't wash 'em
He raised up with his claws, the boy whips out his ukelele and starts to sing
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Well, you know the giant had never heard a song about himself before
And a foolish grin spread over the giant's face
And the giant started to dance "Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo"
The boy went faster, "Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo"
The giant got out of breath
He staggered
He fell down flat on the ground 'Zoop!, Zoop!'
People looked out the window, Abiyoyo disappeared
They ran across the fields
They lifted the boy and his father up on their shoulders
They said, "Come back to town
Bring your damn ukelele, we don t care anymore!"
And they all sang
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
(Oh, you sing it with me)
Abiyoyo Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Woensdag 23 april 1997
We Got A Way
We Got A Way
Composer(s): John Robinson; Franne Golde; Martin Walsh
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
How many times, looking at your picture
I've liked the way that you talk to me
But even in my dreams I've had to let you go
I know, I know
You're gonna say it's slippin' through our fingers
And all I want is, darlin', to be wanting you
Get away, don't give me the fever or the touch
'Cause it hurts too much
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking it higher
And hanging on so helplessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
How many times, thinking of the feelings
I like it better when you're close to me
And in my heart, oh I'll never let you go
I know, I know
And when I look, look into your eyes I see
The way you're holding and you're tempting me now
I feel your kiss, oh I've got to get away
But tell me this, tell me will you miss me?
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances
And hiding things that lovers do
But when you leave me, darling
I just can't hold on to you
Only for second chances
Only for words we had to say
Only to my real love
Why did you get away?
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances
And hiding things that lovers do
But when you leave me, darling
I just can't hold on to you
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
Dinsdag 22 april 1997
Abilene
Abilene
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk - Bob Gibson - Lester Brown - Albert Stanton
First recording/First release by: George Hamilton IV - 1963
Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I ever seen
Folks down there don't treat you mean
In Abilene, my Abilene
I sit alone most every night
Watch them trains roll out of sight
Wish that they were carryin' me
To Abilene, my Abilene
Crowded city, ain't nothin' free
Nothin' in this town for me
Wish to God that I could be
In Abilene, my Abilene
How I wish that train would come
Take me back where I come from
Take me where I want to be
In Abilene, my Abilene
Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain
If I stay here I'll go insane
Think I need a change of scene
To Abilene, my Abilene
Outside my window cold rain falls
Sit here starin' at the walls
If I was home, I'd be serene
In Abilene, my Abilene
Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I ever seen
Folks down there don't treat you mean
In Abilene, my Abilene
I sit alone most every night
Watch them trains roll out of sight
Wish that they were carryin' me
To Abilene, my Abilene
Crowded city, ain't nothin' free
Nothin' in this town for me
Wish to God that I could be
In Abilene, my Abilene
How I wish that train would come
Take me back where I come from
Take me where I want to be
In Abilene, my Abilene
Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain
If I stay here I'll go insane
Think I need a change of scene
To Abilene, my Abilene
Outside my window cold rain falls
Sit here starin' at the walls
If I was home, I'd be serene
In Abilene, my Abilene
Dinsdag 22 april 1997
We Go Together
We Go Together
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
We go together like
ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong
Remembered forever as
shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be
Waooo Yeah
We're one of a kind like dip da dip da dip do whap de dobby do
Our names are signed like boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby shoo wap shoo wap
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be like one
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-one
When we go out a night (oh oh)
And stars are shining bright (oh, oh)
Up in the skies above
Or at the high school dance
Where you can find romance maybe it might be oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong
Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom da boom
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop
Yip da dip da dip shoo bop sha dooby do
Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap
Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do
Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong
Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom sha boom
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop
Yip da dip da dip shoo bopp sha dooby do
Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap
Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do
A womp bop a looma a womp bam boom
We're for each other like womp bop a looma a womp bam boom
Just like my brother is sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be together
Waooo Yeah!
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
We'll always be together
Maandag 21 april 1997
Abigail Beecher
Abigail Beecher
Composer(s): Richard Heard - Robert Boulanger
Performer(s): Freddy Cannon
Hey, everybody get out of the street now
I hear the roar of an XKE now
Sloppy sweater and pony tail
And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale
Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
All the kids are just crazy about her
Central High would be a drag without her
She knows her history from A to Z
She digs the monkey and the Watusi
Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
Whoo!
We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes
Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses
She's prim and proper and a real swinger
She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer
Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
Whoo!
History class is getting' bigger and bigger
They come from miles `cause they really dig her
The P.T.A. was real sore
When she walked in with a red surf board
Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
Whoo!
C'mon, girl
Aw, you're too much!
Whoo!
C'mon, girl
Whoo! ...
Maandag 21 april 1997
(We Get Along So Easily) Don't You Agree
(We Get Along So Easily) Don't You Agree
Composer(s): Davies; Stillman
Performer(s): Morecambe & Wise
We get along so easily, don’t you agree
We like each others company, don't you agree
When you stop to consider, how close we have grown
You know that we couldn't make it alone
We hit it off terrifically, in every way
Not just a day specifically, but every day
There's a deep understanding, between you and me
Don't you agree, don’t you agree
We hit it off terrifically, in every way
Not just a day specifically, but every day
Cos we're birds of a feather, in every degree
Don't you agree, don’t you agree
Zondag 20 april 1997
We Gaan Naar Buiten
We Gaan Naar Buiten
Performer(s): Gerard Cox
De kleinzoon van de olieman van 't pleintje zag per post
Zijn kinderbijslag netjes binnenrollen
De kleine man riep: "Poen! En mammie heeft haar rijbewijs
Op naar Scheveningen, Zandvoort of de bollen!"
En 's zondags trok de vierdehandse vollekswagen vol
Naar d'ouwe blauwe Zuiderzee, op tekst van Jacques van Tol
We gaan naar buiten, waar de vogeltjes fluiten
Waar het zonlicht straalt en waar het melkvee loeit
Waar brede rivieren traag door oneindig laagland gaan
Tussen wei en bos en hei
In 't paradijs der burgerij
Waar de vrijheid zo vrolijk bloeit
Voor Duivendrecht reeds maakte kleine Jantje groot stampij
Hij trappelde en kronkelde en kwekte
Het jochie zat rechts onder de Vapona-strip, die ma
Had meegenomen tegen de insekten
Gelukkig was ie 't kind, dat men het beste missen kon
't Schaap was al nooit om aan te zien (gevolg van Softenon)
Pa borg het stoffelijk overschot naast zijn reservewiel
En met een beetje vouwen en wat passen
Kon Sjaantje 'r ook nog bij, die in de file bij de brug
Het afgelegd had tegen de uitlaatgassen
En vrolijk zingend kruiste men de Schiphol-bulderbaan
Die Henk op twee gescheurde trommelvliesjes kwam te staan
Want je kan buiten naar de vogeltjes fluiten
Waar de luchtvloot stralend en beschermend loeit
Waar goor-grauwe wolken traag en zwanger
Boven het oneindig laagland staan
Met z'n olie-industrie
In 't paradijs van de chemie
Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit
De rit naar Muiderberg liep naar omstandigheden vlot
Alleen kreeg pa nog eventjes een doodschop
Omdat ie "Zijkerd!" zei tegen een smeris, toen die ma
Bekeurde bij een sanitaire noodstop
Maar ginder naakte Muiderberg! En pa riep: "Dat is dat
Klim uit je klamme kleren voor een duik in 't frisse nat!"
Snel plonsden ma en Koba tussen scholen dooie vis
Die daar (door kwik vergiftigd) liggen drijven
Maar kwik verlamt ook mensen. En het was een raar gezicht
Zoals je daar hun tweeen zag verstijven
Ze zonken in het halve-meter-diepe zeemansgraf
Wat nog een heel gezoek, en last met de politie gaf
En alle vissen zijn zo onderhand pisse
Waar de industrie haar zegeningen sproeit
Waar brede riolen traag en geurig
Door oneindig treurig laagland gaan
Langs de wasmiddelfabriek
In 't paradijs van de techniek
Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit
Met hun restanten op 't imperiaal reed pa terug
Om op de Dam een beetje bij te komen
Waar hij vergetelheid zocht in een lekker stikkie hasj
Dat echter snel werd inbeslaggenomen
Hijzelf vloog in de cel, omdat hij met die rokerij
De volksgezondheid ondermijnde. En daar zong die high
Ik zweef naar buiten, waar de engeltjes fluiten
Waar de welvaart straalt en met de rijkdom stoeit
Waar brede riolen traag door oneindig laagland gaan
't Is de stroom van dividend
Voor 't aandeelhoudersrendement
Waar 't bedrijfsleven vlijtig bloeit
En al het andere leven mooi wordt uitgeroeid
Zaterdag 19 april 1997
Abide With Me
Abide With Me (aka Eventide)
Composer(s): Henry Francis Lyte
Performer(s): Thelonius Monk
and multiple other artists
Abide with me, fast forth the eventide
The darkness deepens, Lord abide with me
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, O abide with me
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless
Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness
Where is death's sting, where, grave, that victory
I triumph still if Thou abide with me
Hold Thou thy cross before my closen eyes
Shine throught the gloom and point me to the skies
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee
In life, in death, O Lord abide with me
In life, in death, O Lord abide with me
Zaterdag 19 april 1997
We Fit Together
We Fit Together
Composer(s): Joe Belmaati; Michael Hansen; Marchell Remeeus
Performer(s): O-Town
I've been waiting for the stars to come out
Dinner it was fine
But I can't lie cause I've been waiting
For you to come back to mine
I've been thinking of you 24-7 and 365
And now the girl from Ipanema she's here lying by my side
I've got you now and I just wanna
Show you how to play
Goosebumps on your body guide the way
Chorus:
I wanna go all night
Ain't no stopping til the break of dawn
I wanna go inside
Every corner, girl you really turn me on
I wanna go knock-knock-knock, our bodies to the beat
And when the morning comes
We're letting the sun shine, and stay in bed
It can't separate us, we fit together...
I can feel you coming closer
Dancing in the dark
I touch your lips and kiss your shoulder
Send a letter to your heart
I can't explain to which extreme I'm feeling you
How many triple-x dreams that's been starring you
I've got you now and I just wanna
Show you how to play
Goosebumps on your body guide the way
Mid-8
I won't get nothing done of what
I ought to do
It doesn't really matter to me
I am here with you
I can't explain to what degree I'm feeling you
How many triple X dreams I've had starring you
Vrijdag 18 april 1997
Abergavenny
Abergavenny
Composer(s): Jack Geller - Frere Manston
Performer(s): Marty Wilde; Shannon
Taking a trip up to Abergavenny
Hoping the weather is fine
If you should see a red dog running free
Well, you know he's mine
A chase in the hills up to Abergavenny
I've got to get there and fast
If you can't go
Then I promise to show you a photograph
Ah, passing the time with paradise people
Paradise people are fine by me
Sunshine forever, lovely weather
Don't you wish you could be.....
Taking a trip up to Abergavenny
Hoping the weather is fine
If you should see a red dog running free
Well, you know he's mine
Ah, passing the time with paradise people
Paradise people are fine by me
Sunshine forever, lovely weather
Don't you wish you could be.....
A chase in the hills up to Abergavenny
I've got to get there and fast
If you can't go
Then I promise to show you a photograph
A little photograph, a little photograph
Up to Abergavenny
La-la-la-la......
Vrijdag 18 april 1997
We Don't Want The Bacon (What We Want Is A Piece Of The Rhine)
We Don't Want The Bacon
(What We Want Is A Piece Of The Rhine)
Composer(s): Howard Carr; Harry Russell; Jimmie Havens
Performer(s): Ben Lessey
If you read your history, why it will show
That we have always held our own with any kind of foe
We've always brought the bacon home, no matter what they done
But we don't want the bacon now, we're out to get the Hun
We don't want the bacon, we don't want the bacon
What we want is a piece of the Rhine
We'll feed "Bill the Kaiser" with our Allied appetizer
We'll have a wonderful time
Old Wilhelm Der Gross will shout "Vas is Los?"
The Hindenburg line will sure look like a dime
We don't want the bacon, we don't want the bacon
What we want is a piece of the Rhine
When this trouble started they said we did not have a chance
They could not figure out how we could get our men to France
But we defied the U-boats, for our motto is to win
We've got them into France right now, they're headed for Berlin
We don't want the bacon, we don't want the bacon
What we want is a piece of the Rhine
We'll crown "Bill the Kaiser" with a bottle of Budweiser
We'll have a wonderful time
We'll defeat the submarine, their Hindenberg machine
There won't be any stop, when we go over the top
We don't want the bacon, we don't want the bacon
What we want is a piece of the Rhine
Donderdag 17 april 1997
Aber Die Liebe Bleibt
