Dinsdag 15 augustus 1995
Your Voice
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Your Voice
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Maandag 14 augustus 1995
Father And A Son
Father And A Son
Composer(s): Loudon Wainwright III
Performer(s): Loudon Wainwright III
When I was your age I was just like you
And just look at me now; I'm sure you do
But your grandfather was just as bad
And you should have heard him trash his dad
Life's no picnic, that's a given
My mom's mom died when my mom was seven
My mom's father was a tragic guy
But he was so distant and nobody knows why
Now, your mother's family, you know them
Each and every one a gem
Each and every one a gem
When I was your age I was a mess
On a bad day I still am, I guess
I think I know what you're going through
Everything changes but nothing is new
And I know that I'm miserable; can't you see?
I just want you to be just like me
Boys grow up to be grown men
And then men change back into boys again
You're starting up and I'm winding down
Ain't it big enough for us both in this town?
Say it's big enough for us both in this town
When I was your age I thought I hated my dad
And that the feeling was a mutual one that we had
We fought each other day and night
I was always wrong; he was always right
But he had the power and he needed to win
His life half over, mine about to begin
I'm not sure about that Oedipal stuff
But when we were together it was always rough
Hate is a strong word; I want to back-track
The bigger the front, then the bigger the back
The bigger the front, then the bigger the back
Now you and me are me and you
And it's a different ballgame though not brand-new
I don't know what all of this fighting is for
But we're having us a teenage/middle-age war
I don't want to die and you want to live
It takes a little bit of take and a whole lot of give
It never really ends though each race is run
This thing between a father and a son
Maybe it's power and push and shove
Maybe it's hate but probably it's love
Maybe it's hate but probably it's love
Maandag 14 augustus 1995
Your Turn To Cry
Your Turn To Cry
Performer(s): The Dave Clark Five
The time has come
For me to say goodbye
You've had your fun
Now it's your turn to cry
You played around
With everyone you found
You didn't even care
If it got around
It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry
I've tried so hard to make you understand
I'd give you the world if by me you would stand
You didn't even care if it caused me pain
So I just go out walkin' in the rain
It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry
I'm glad it's over and it's done
(He don't love you no more)
It's you that's lonely, I'm the happy one
(He's not sad anymore)
I've turned the tables, now it's you
(You want him back again)
Who wants me, needs me
Said she'll never make me blue
The time has come
For me to say goodbye
You've had your fun
Now it's your turn to cry
You played around
With everyone you found
You didn't even care
If it got around
It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry
Zondag 13 augustus 1995
A Brown Bird Singing
A Brown Bird Singing
Composer(s): Royden Barrie - Hayden Wood
Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan
and multiple other artists
All through the night
there's a little brown bird singing
singing in the dusk of the darkness
and the dew
Oh how I wish that my heart
could go awinging
could go awinging
straight through the nighttime
to you
to you
Zondag 13 augustus 1995
Your Time Is Gonna Come
Your Time Is Gonna Come
Composer(s): John Paul Jones; Jimmy Page
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; Dread Zeppelin;
Iron Horse; Sandie Shaw; Wolfgang
Lying, cheating, hurting, that's all you seem to do
Messing around with every guy in town
Putting me down for thinking of somebody new
Always the same, playing your games
Drive me insane, trouble's gonna come to you
One of these days and it won't be long
You'll look for me but baby I'll be gone
This is all I've got to say to you woman
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Made up my mind to break this time
Won't be so fine, it's my turn to cry
Do what you want, I won't take the brunt
It's fading away, can't feel you anymore
Don't care what you say, 'cause I'm going away to stay
Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart
People talking all around, watch out woman
No longer is the joke gonna be on my heart
You've been bad to me woman, but it's coming back home to you
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Zaterdag 12 augustus 1995
A Boy From Nowhere
A Boy From Nowhere
Composer(s): Mike Leander - Edward Seago
Performer(s): Tom Jones; Michael Ball; John Barrowman
The nights grow cold
My search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Which ever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive
Just until tomorrow
How can I display
What I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed
To such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those
Who feel they find
The right to go where
They'll be met with respect
No humiliation
A man's place on earth
I have come to realise
Is decided at birth
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In abolition
Where we don't know where
Our next bed is coming from
Something's wrong!
I vow to stray
I won't remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be
A place for me
And I must go there
I don't fantasize
Unlike a million others
Who must bow and scrape
For my one means of escape
Is to flourish a cape
I've thought too long to fight
The Gods if they oppose me
I have to win
I won't give in
No-one who knows me
Would expect me to fail
For the want of trying
Not a man alive
Had to beg, or steal, or fight
More than me to survive
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In abolition
Where good honest men grow weak
And the rich grow strong
Something's wrong!
Another jolt, another bolt
A boy from nowhere
My destiny will guarantee
That I'll only go where
It's a fight to survive
Just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are 'round here
That's the last thing they need
Zaterdag 12 augustus 1995
Your Sweetness Is My Weakness
Your Sweetness Is My Weakness
Composer(s): Barry White
Performer(s): Barry White
Ooh, girl, you know like I know, uh-huh
What your lovin', girl, has done for me
Like a Mona Lisa hangin' on a wall, uh-huh
You're a lovely sight, lovely sight to see, mmm, hmm
The way you give me your sweet love
Any place and time when you look at me I get weak in my knees
I'm so thankful that you're mine
Your sweetness is my weakness, yeah
Girl, your sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
Sweetness is my weakness, well
You sweetness is my weakness
They all say that I'm a fool, uh-huh
For lovin' you, for lovin' you this way
But sure as I am, I don't give a damn
About what the people, what the people say
Other girls try to imitate you
With the other boys, uh-huh
But I'm the only boy `round here
Whose got the real macoy
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Uh-huh), yeah (Uh-huh)
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Ooh), yeah (Ooh)
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
Sweetness is my weakness
Vrijdag 11 augustus 1995
A Bowl Of Red
A Bowl Of Red
Composer(s): Tom Russell
Performer(s): Tom Russell
You don't put beans in chilli
You never water good whiskey down
And never play poker with a man named 'Doc'
On the Spanish side of town
And if you want to go peekin' at the doctor's daughter
You better pay the old man his bread
Then it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven
Ridin' on a bowl of red
I'm talkin' about sweet Lorene, the chilli queen
Down at number nine Pecos Street
She's got bull meat hangin' up above her head
And chilli peppers down at her feet
She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove
Near an antique feather bed
Where it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven
Ridin' on a bowl of red
Here's the recipe:
Bull meat, crab meat, pig's feet, chicken feet
I've even seen her use a rabbit's head
Cemino, oregano, celanto, let it go
Then sop it up with sourdough bread
Let it boil one day, you'll be rollin' in the hay
Lorene keeps a man well fed
Just walk on down to number nine
Say, "Gimme a little bowl of red"
Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers
Tell me how many packs did Peter Piper pick
Then he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene
Said, "I need a bowl of red real quick"
She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove
She put Peter Piper in her feather bed
And now Peter Piper's pickin' peppers all day
Just to get his daily bowl of red
Vrijdag 11 augustus 1995
Your Squaw Is On The Warpath
Your Squaw Is On The Warpath
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn
Well your pet name for me is squaw
When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl
And all that lovin' on me won't make things right
Well you're leavin' me at home to keep the tee pee clean
A-six papooses to break and wean
Well, your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well I found out, a-big brave chief
The game you were huntin' for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds
And get outta my sight
This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well-a that fire water that a you've been drinkin'
Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinkin'
Since you've been on that love makin' diet
Now don't hand me that old peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well I found out a-big brave chief
The game you're a hunting for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds and get outta my sight
This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Yeah, your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Donderdag 10 augustus 1995
Szerelem, Szerelem
Szerelem, Szerelem
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Márta Sebestyén
Szerelem szerelem
Átkozott szerelem
Szerelem szerelem
Átkozott szerelem
Mért nem termettél volt
Minden fa tetején
Minden fa tetején
Diónak levelén
Hogy szakaszhasson le
Minden leán s legén
Hogy szakaszhasson le
Minden leán s legén
Mert én szakasztottam
S el es szalasztottam
De még szakasztanék
Ha jóra találnék
Egy jóra s egy szépre
Régi szeretomre
Egy jóra s egy szépre
Régi szeretomre
Régi szeretomért
Mit nem cselekedném
Tengerbol e vizet
Kalánval kimerném
Tenger fenekérol
Gyöngyszemeket szednék
S abból e rózsámnak
Gyöngykoszorút kötnék
Donderdag 10 augustus 1995
Your Song
Your Song
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John;
and various other artists
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Woensdag 9 augustus 1995
Syracuse
Syracuse
Composer(s): Bernard Dimey - Henri Salvador
First release by: Henri Salvador - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
L'île de Pâques et Kairouan
Et les grands oiseaux qui s'amusent
À glisser l'aile sous le vent
Voir les jardins de Babylone
Et le palais du grand Lama
Rêver des amants de Vérone
Au sommet du Fuji-Yama
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En écoutant chanter le vent
Avant que ma jeunesse s'use
Et que mes printemps soient partis
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
Pour m'en souvenir à Paris
Woensdag 9 augustus 1995
Your Smiling Face
Your Smiling Face
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor;
and various other artists
Whenever I see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because I love you (Yes, I do)
And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There's something about you, baby (I don't know)
(Chorus)
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
I will grow stronger every day
Oh, how much longer
I thought I was in love
A couple of times before
With the girl next door
But that was long before I met you
Now I'm sure that I won't forget you
And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Sent down to break my heart
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
I can grow stronger every day
How much longer
No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today
Whenever I see you smile at me
No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today
Whenever I see your smile at face my way
No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today
No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today
Dinsdag 8 augustus 1995
Synchronicity 2
Synchronicity 2
Composer(s): Sting
Performer(s): The Police; Morpholinos
Another suburban morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all the suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish Loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlight
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on a door
Of a cottage by the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Dinsdag 8 augustus 1995
Your Smile
Your Smile
Composer(s): Dory Langdon; André Previn
Performer(s): Vic Damone
I heard you speak I touched your cheek
and then I saw your smile
Much more than grand I held your hand and then I saw your smile
A fleeting thing, a rose in Spring it bloomed for just a while
On that wondrous place, your wondrous face
I was filled with awe when I saw your smile
I heard you speak, touched your cheek
Much more than grand I held your hand and then I saw your smile
A fleeting thing, a rose in Spring it bloomed for just a while
On that wondrous face, your wondrous face
I was filled with awe when I saw your smile
Maandag 7 augustus 1995
Symphony Of The Breeze
Symphony Of The Breeze
Composer(s): Harry Leon - Leo Towers
Performer(s): Jimmy Messene
Just like a song, sweetest of sweet melodies
Help me along, symphony of the breeze
I can’t go on living with just memories
Where has she gone, symphony of the breeze
While you’re softly sighing
My poor heart is crying
Crying for the one I love who won’t come back to me
What good am I walking alone through the trees
Hear that goodbye, symphony of the breeze
Maandag 7 augustus 1995
Your Side Of The Bed
Your Side Of The Bed
Composer(s): Mac Davis
Performer(s): Mac Davis
Lord, I miss you
I just can't get it
Through my weary head
You're really gone
I just can't believe it
But all of a sudden
I've got too much pain
For one man alone
The nights drag by
And it gets harder all the time
To go to sleep without
Your soft skin touching mine
(Chorus)
And I woke up on your side
Of the bed again this morning
With my old alarm clock
Ringing half past eight
With that old familiar hunger
And my arms wrapped
Round your shadow
I woke up on your side of the bed
Another funky morning
Sunday's dead and Monday's
Dripping down my window pane
I wake up shaking
Staring at the walls and
Listening to the lonesome
Sound of falling rain
I just can't make myself
Believe that you don't care
I keep on dreaming
I'll wake up and you'll be there
(Chorus) 2x
Lord, I woke up on your side
Of the bed again this morning
With my old alarm clock
Ringing half past eight.....
Zondag 6 augustus 1995
Symphony
Symphony
Composer(s): André Tabet - Roger Bernstein - Jack Lawrence - Alex Alstone
Performer(s): Johnny Desmond
and multiple other artists
Symphony, symphony of love
Music from above, how does it start?
You walk in and the song begins
Singing violins start in my heart
Then you speak
The melody seems to rise
Then you sigh
It sighs and it softly dies
Symphony sing to me
Then we kiss and it's clear to me
When you're near to me
You are my symphony
My symphony
Myyyyy symmmmphooooonyyyyyyyy
Zondag 6 augustus 1995
Your Saving Grace
Your Saving Grace
Composer(s): Tim Davis; Steve Miller; Ben Sidran
Performer(s): Steve Miller
Winter’s people watching
As I sail from season’s four
To join some crazy ladies
In a game upon the shore
None of them with broken wings
But still refuse to fly
So with sweetness on my lips
I smile a last goodbye
And now I spend my life
On the velvet side of hell
Aimlessly here searching
For what I cannot tell
The quietness is terrible
It’s more than I can stand
But thousands now stand cheering
As my blood flows in the sand
Spoken: you’re not the child
You thought you were
You wake up in the night
And know you’re blind
And yet they keep on pushing
Trying the insides of your mind
Forever, forever arresting to control
Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul
Rise up with the new dawn’s early morning
Feel the sunshine warm upon your face
Tomorrow’s come a long, long way to help you
Yes, it’s your saving grace
Every day, every way
Tomorrow, it’s your saving grace
Well, now got no time to worry
Cause I’ve got no time to hurry
Baby, it’s your saving grace
Now don’t you lay those blames on me
Don’t you play those games on me
Cause baby it’s your saving grace
You got to need a little lovin’
Now baby it’s your saving grace
Hey, I feel alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your saving grace
Ah, hey, hey, hey
Your saving grace
La la la la la la la la....
Oh baby, it’s your saving grace
Zaterdag 5 augustus 1995
Sympati For Djævlen
