Maandag 3 november 1997
After Losing You
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After Losing You
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Maandag 3 november 1997
What Matters Most
What Matters Most
Composer(s): Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman; Dave Grusin
Performer(s): John Barr;
and various other artists
It's not how long we held each other's hands
What matter is how well we loved each other
It's not how far we've travelled on our way
But what we found to say
It's not the spring we see
But all the shades of green
It's not how long I held you in my arms
What matter is how sweet the years together
It's not how many summertimes
We have to give to give to fall
The early morning smiles
We cheerfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all
It's not how many summertimes
We have to give to give to fall
The early morning smiles
We cheerfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all
What matters most is that we loved at all...
Zondag 2 november 1997
After I Say I'm Sorry
After I Say I'm Sorry
Composer(s): Abe Lyman - Walter Donaldson
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists
What can I do to prove it to you that I'm sorry
I didn't mean to ever be mean to you
If I didn't care I wouldn't feel like I do
I was so wrong, right or wrong I don't blame you
Why should I take somebody like you and shame you
I know that I made you cry and I'm so sorry dear
So what can I say dear after I say I'm sorry
Baby I'm so, I'm sorry
Got to prove that I'm so sorry
I made you cry and I'm so sorry dear
What can I say dear, what can I do
What can I say, what can I do after I say I'm sorry
Zondag 2 november 1997
What Makes A Man
What Makes A Man
((Adapted from: Comme Ils Disent (Charles Aznavour) - 1972))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Bradford Craig
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1972
Versions In Other Languages:
1972 - Wie Sie Sagen (Charles Aznavour)
1972 - Quello Che Si Dice (Charles Aznavour)
1996 - Como Dicen (Charles Aznavour)
My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In Fairhome Towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
Some plants and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sow a bit
Though mum does too I must admit
I do it better
At night I work in a strange bar
Impersonating every star
I'm quite deceiving
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what I'm all about
But leave believing
I do a very special show
Where I am nude from head to toe
After stripteasing
Each night the men look so surprised
I change my sex before their eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
At 3 o'clock or so I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
We love to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumour
We let our hair down, so to speak
And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek
And inside humour
So many times we have to pay
For having fun and being gay
It's not amusing
There's always those that spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
At the expense of someone else
It's so confusing
Yet they make fun of how I talk
And imitate the way I walk
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
My masquerade comes to an end
And I go home to bed again
Alone and friendless
I close my eyes, I think of him
I fantasise what might have been
My dreams are endless
We love each other but it seems
The love is only in my dreams
It's so one sided
But in this life I must confess
The search for love and hapiness
Is unrequited
I ask myself what I have got
Of what I am and what I'm not
What have I given
The answers come from those who make
The rules that some of us must break
Just to keep living
I know my life is not a crime
I'm just a victim of my time
I stand defenceless
Nobody has the right to be
The judge of what is right for me
Tell me if you can
What make a man a man
Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
Zaterdag 1 november 1997
After Hours
After Hours
Composer(s): Lou Reed
First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
One, two, three
If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never
All the people are dancing
And they’re having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again
If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
And drink a toast to never
Oh, someday I know
Someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
You’re my very special one
But if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again
Dark party bars, shiny cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
Oh, but people look well in the dark
And if you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never
All the people are dancing
And they’re having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'Cause if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again
I’d never have to see the day again, once more
I’d never have to see the day again
Zaterdag 1 november 1997
What Kind Of People Are They?
What Kind Of People Are They?
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): John Entwistle
When you're hungry and your stomach's feeling thin
You find the nearest restaurant and walk right in
Says the waiter with a sigh
You're not dressed without a tie
And you bite your lips to keep the swear words in
What kind of people are they?
What kind of people are they?
They've only got their jobs to do
That's why they've got it in for you -- you
Have you ever sat behind a traffic jam
When you'd get there quicker if you walked or ran
When you finally get out
At the front of it no doubt
You'll find a policeman causing chaos with his hand
What kind of people are they?
What kind of people are they?
They've only got their jobs to do
That's why they've got it in for you -- you
When you park your car in some deserted street
Give the parking meter sixpences to eat
When the money's been digested
You'll find that you just invested
In the profits of a traffic warden's beat
Vrijdag 31 oktober 1997
After Halloween
After Halloween
Composer(s): Sandy Denny
Performer(s): Fairport Convention; Sandy Denny
Red and gold, and Halloween have passed us by
The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky
You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may
But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway
You may be lonely, you may be just on your own
You could be anywhere, someplace that I have known
But who am I and do we really live these days at all?
And are they simply feelings we have loved and do recall?
Oh the sea has made me cry
But I love her, too, so maybe I love you
For tears are only made of salt and water
And across the waves the sound of laughter
October it has gone and left me with a song
That I will sing to you although the moment may be wrong
Could it be the sea's as real as you and I?
I often wonder why I always have to say
I'm only dreaming anyway
Could it be the sea's as real as you and I?
I often wonder why I always have to say
I'm only dreaming anyway
Vrijdag 31 oktober 1997
What Kind Of Man Would I Be?
What Kind Of Man Would I Be?
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell; Chas Sandford; Jason Scheff
Performer(s): Chicago
Girl, well, it's been one of those days again
And it seems like the harder I try
Over and over, I'm right back where I began
But you understand
Oh, girl, when nothing else in this world goes right
Oh, I just want to run to you
You pull me through
Oh, baby, who wouldn't wanna have you in their lives?
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
Living a life without any meaning
And I know you could surely survive without me
But if I have to live without you
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
Times when it was pointless for me to try
I was more than a desperate man
What seemed like forever
Was gone with one touch of your hand
Oh, girl, if I could count all the sleepless nights
When you were there for me
A broken chain
Woh, baby, Once I had found you there was no letting go
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
Living a life without any meaning
And I know you could surely survive without me
But if I have to live without you
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
Living a life without any meaning
And I know you could surely survive without me
But if I have to live without you
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
What kind of man would I be?
Living a life without any meaning
And I know you could surely survive without me
But if I have to live without you
Tell me, what kind of man
Tell me, what kind of man
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
(What kind of man would I be?)
Tell me, what kind of man would I be?
(What kind of man would I be?)
Donderdag 30 oktober 1997
After Forever
After Forever
((Latin Version: Post Aeternitatem (by Rondellus) - 2002))
Composer(s): Tony Iommi - Ozzy Osbourne - Geezer Butler - Bill Ward
First release by: Black Sabbath - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Have you ever thought about your soul - can it be saved?
Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave
Is God just a thought within your head or is he a part of you?
Is Christ just a name that you read in a book when you were in school?
When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool?
Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope - do you think he's a fool?
Well I have seen the truth, yes I've seen the light and I've changed my ways
And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scared at the end of our days
Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say
If they knew you believe in God above?
They should realize before they criticize
that God is the only way to love
Is your mind so small that you have to fall
In with the pack wherever they run
Will you still sneer when death is near
And say they may as well worship the sun?
I think it was true it was people like you that crucified Christ
I think it is sad the opinion you had was the only one voiced
Will you be so sure when your day is near, say you don't believe?
You had the chance but you turned it down, now you can't retrieve
Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone
Open your eyes, just realize that he's the one
The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate
Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes! I think it's too late
Donderdag 30 oktober 1997
What Kind Of Love Is This?
What Kind Of Love Is This?
Composer(s): Johnny Nash
Performer(s): Joey Dee & The Starliters
What kind of love is this that makes me wanna jump and shout?
I wanna know what kind of love is this that turns my heart inside out?
It's that itchy-twitchy feelin' that I have inside
Something overwhelming that I just can't hide
I wanna know (oh, yeah) whoa, yeah (oh, yeah) whoa, tell me (oh, yeah)
(What kind of love is this?)
What kind of love is this?
What kind of love is this that haunts me every day?
I wanna know what kind of love is this that makes me say the things I say?
Well, I'm walkin' around and grinnin' with my head in the air
The people think I'm crazy but I just don't care
I wanna know (oh, yeah) whoa, yeah (oh, yeah) whoa, tell me (oh, yeah)
(What kind of love is this?)
What kind of love is this?
Well, I feel like a man in outer space
I'm actin' like a psycho case
Hey, girl, stop this feelin'
Look at me, you've got me rockin' and a-reelin'!
Yeah, what kind of love is this, aw, that shakes me up so bad?
I wanna know what kind of love is this?, yeah, my situation is sad
Well, I just can't understand it, it just ain't real
I know no one has ever felt the way I feel
I wanna know (oh, yeah) whoa, yeah (oh, yeah) whoa, tell me (oh, yeah)
(What kind of love is this?)
What kind of love is this?
(What kind of love is this?)
(What kind of love is this?)
(What kind of love is this?)
Woensdag 29 oktober 1997
Post Aeternitatem
Post Aeternitatem
((Adapted from: After Forever (by Black Sabbath) - 1971))
Composer(s): Tony Iommi - Ozzy Osbourne - Geezer Butler - Bill Ward - Kristiina Leinemann
Performer(s): Rondellus - 2002
Cogitasti tu de animo tuo?
Servabitur?
An fortasse putas: sepultus cum es
in sepulchre manes?
Videturne Deus tibi fictio?
An est Deus tui pars?
Est Christus vel vox quae stat libris his
scholasticis tuis?
Cum videbitur mors
terrebitne haec sors? An est quietum cor?
Fortasse velis, pontifex ut necatus sit?
Habes eum stultum?
Ego verum scio
Ego lucem scio motari que modos
Praeparavi me, tu cum solus sis
deterritus exitu tuo
Fortasse times, quid amici dicant
si sciant: tu credis caelestio Deo
Antequam me mordent, etiam videant
Deum esse solam amandi viam
Esne mens tibi tarn pusilla, ut iam
erroribus captus sis iterum?
An rides turn, cum adest mors?
An dicis turn, ut colatur vel sol?
Id puto verum
crucifigunt Deum hi tui similes
Id puto triste
Turn opiniun tua vicit omnia mea
Esne certus etiam, tuus dies cum adest?
Ain' non credere te?
Tibi erat sors sed rejecta est
Si quild mutes nunc
Fortasse pulas antequant dicas
Deum esse martuum
Oculos nunc aperi tuos: est solus Deus
qui potest te hinc redimere
ab omni peccato
An irrides omnia quae audis?
Sero est, sero est
Woensdag 29 oktober 1997
What Kind Of Fool Am I? (Sammy Davis Jr.)
What Kind Of Fool Am I?
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; Anthony Newley
Performer(s): Sammy Davis Jr.;
and various other artists
What kind of fool am I
Who never fell in love
It seems that I'm the only one
that I have been thinking of
What kind of man is this?
An empty shell
A lonely cell in which
an empty heart must dwell
What kind of lips are these
That lied with every kiss
That whispered empty words of love
that left me alone like this
Why can't I fall in love
Like any other man
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am
What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away the mask of play
and live my life?
Why can't I fall in love
Till I don't give a damn
And maybe then
I'll know what kind of fool I am
Dinsdag 28 oktober 1997
After Five Long Years
After Five Long Years
Composer(s): Willie Dixon
Performer(s): Willie Dixon
After five long years I'm gonna make love
After five long years I'm gonna make love
After five long years I'm gonna make love
I'm gonna make love to you
After one long year I was watching you baby
After two long years you was driving me crazy
After three long years you know you still looked fine
After four long years I was out of my mind
After five long years I'm gonna make love to you
After one long year you had me lonesome and blue
After two long years I was begging you
After three long years you wouldn't change your mind
After four long years but I kept on trying
After five long years I'm gonna make love to you
After one long year I tried to be cool
After two long years I was just your tool
After three long years I was on the spot
After four long years well look what you got
After five long years I'm gonna make love to you
Dinsdag 28 oktober 1997
What Kind Of Fool Am I? (Rick Springfield)
What Kind Of Fool Am I?
Composer(s): Rick Springfield
Performer(s): Rick Springfield
I wonder who she’s seeing tonight
Is she really going out with him
He’s not her type
And doing all the things she used to do to me
Well, I’d say something to her
But I get so jealous
When I think of her loving somebody else
That I can’t think why we ever let go
I must have been crazy
Tell me what kind of fool am I
To just let go,
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am I
To lose you
She was cold sometimes
But she made me feel alive
She was such a spoiled baby
But baby, she could love
And she loved me like nobody ever will again
I thought we’d be together
When the world ran down
When the curtain fell and the lights came up
But the gods or whatever make the world go round
Shuffled when they should have cut
Tell me what kind of fool am I
To just let go
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am I
To lose you
Did it come too easy to the two of us
Did we go too wrong to ever make it right
Were we too busy checking out the left hand
That we didn’t see the right
Tell me what kind of fool am I
To just let go
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am I
Oh baby, please, oh baby, please come back
I meant to say in time
Baby we could work it out
But I never meant to say goodbye
Tell me what kind of fool am I
What kind of fool am I
What kind of fool am I
To lose you
Maandag 27 oktober 1997
After Effects (From Loving You)
After Effects (From Loving You)
Composer(s): Harry Mills
Performer(s): Ray Price
Nights are longer when you're blue and all alone
Seems eternity will pass before the dawn
I've tried ev'rything, but I can't seem to lose
All these after effects from lovin' you
Now I may tell myself that I'll find an easy way
To escape this misery from day to day
But my heart knows good and well, it's only you
Who can ease my troubled mind
And erase the pain they find
From the after effects of loving you
Now I may tell myself that I'll find an easy way
To escape this misery from day to day
But my heart knows good and well, it's only you
Who can ease my troubled mind
And erase the pain you find
From the after effects of loving you
Maandag 27 oktober 1997
What Kind Of Fool (Do You Think I Am)
What Kind Of Fool (Do You Think I Am)
Dutch Title: Wat Voor Een Gek Denk Je Dat Ik Ben
Composer(s): Ray Whitley
Performer(s): The Tams
What kind of fool do you think I am
You think you can go on seeing him
Darling after we made our plans
You said I'd be your number one man
What kind of fool (Do you think I am?)
Do you think I am now (Do you think I am?)
What kind of fool did you think I'd be
You said you really really loved me
Darling you run around all over town
You build me up then you let me down
What kind of fool (Do you think I am?)
Do you think I am now? (Do you think I am?)
I ain't gonna be your second choice
I've got to be your number one
Or I ain't gonna love you at all
Darling you run around all over town
You build me up then you let me down
What kind of fool (Do you think I am?)
Do you think I am now (Do you think I am?)
(Do you) Think I am?
Darling you can't think that
Darling I'm no fool
What kind of foo-oo-ool
Zondag 26 oktober 1997
Grandpa Can't Fly His Kite
Grandpa Can't Fly His Kite
Composer(s): Clarence Carter - Pat Cooley
Performer(s): Clarence Carter
I went down to the bar to have myself a drink
'Cause Grandpa had given me some news and I had to think
The bartender said "Have a drink of gin, 'cause drinkin' gin ain't no sin"
But I told the bartender that drinkin' gin won't let your nature bend
Grandpa can't fly his kite
'Cause Grandma won't give it no tail, no
So you see, I've got to use what Mother Nature gave me
Before Father Time takes it away, yeah
The mother rabbit told the father rabbit
She said "Sex ain't nothin' but a habit"
The father rabbit told the mother rabbit
"Well, baby, shoot the habit to me rabbit"
The male bee makes love to the queen bee
Until she cries
He knows when he finishes makin' love to her
He's surely gonna die.
But you see, Grandpa can't fly his kite
'Cause Grandma won't give it no tail, no
So I'm gonna use what Mother Nature gave me
Before Father Time takes it away, yeah
I told you, I got sixteen inches
And it's four inches thick
And the first day I don't need love
I'll take gravely sick
I feel sorry for Grandpa
Because I know what he wants to do
And that's how come I came over to your house
Because I got to make love to you
You see, Grandpa can't fly his kite
'Cause Grandma won't give no tail, no, shake it
So I got to use what Mother Nature gave me
Before Father Time takes it away, yeah
I went to see my doctor, just the other day
He said, "Clar, you won't last too long if you don't slow down the pace"
I said, "Listen, doctor, good lovin' ain't no sin
But if that good stuff kill me, then let me go with the breeze"
Grandpa can't fly his kite
'Cause Grandma won't give no tail, no
So I got to use what Mother Nature gave me
Before Father Time takes it away, yeah
One more ...
Grandpa and Grandma were layin' in the bed
And Grandpa turned over, and this is what he said.
He said, "Wake up Grandma, don't sleep so damned sly
'Cause that ain't what you promised when we first laid down"
Grandpa can't fly his kite
'Cause Grandma won't give no tail, yeah, yeah,yeah
So I got to use what Mother Nature gave me
Before Father Time takes it away, yeah
Zondag 26 oktober 1997
What It Was, Was Football
What It Was, Was Football
Composer(s): Andy Griffith
Performer(s): Andy Griffith
It was back last October, I believe it was
We was going to hold a tent service off at this college town
and we got there about dinner time on Saturday
Different ones of us thought that we ought to get us a mouthful to eat
before we set up the tent
So we got off the truck and followed this little bunch of people
through this small little bitty patch of woods there
and we came up on a big sign that says
"Get something to Eat Here"
I went up and got me two hot dogs and a big orange drink
and before I could take a mouthful of that food
this whole raft of people come up around me
and got me to where I couldn't eat nothing, up like
and I dropped my big orange drink
Well, friends, they commenced to move
and there wasn't so much that I could do but move with them
Well, we commenced to go through all kinds of doors and gates and I don't know what all
and I looked up over one of 'em and it says, "North Gate"
We kept on a-going through there
and pretty soon we come up on a young boy and he says, "Ticket, please"
And I says, "Friend, I don't have a ticket
I don't even know where it is that I'm a-going!"
Well, he says, "Come on out as quick as you can"
And I says, "I'll do 'er; I'll turn right around the first chance I get"
Well, we kept on a-moving through there
and pretty soon everybody got where it was that they was a-going
because they parted and I could see pretty good
And what I seen was this whole raft of people a-sittin' on these two banks
and a-lookin at one another across this pretty little green cow pasture
Somebody had took and drawed white lines all over it and drove posts in it
and I don't know what all
and I looked down there and I seen five or six convicts a running up and down
and a-blowing whistles
And then I looked down there and I seen these pretty girls
wearin' these little bitty short dresses
and a-dancing around, and so I thought I'd sit down
and see what it was that was a-going to happen
About the time I got set down good I looked down there
and I seen thirty or forty men come a-runnin' out of one end
of a great big outhouse down there
and everybody where I was a-settin' got up and hollered!
And I asked this fella that was a sittin' beside of me
"Friend, what is it that they're a-hollerin' for?
Well, he whopped me on the back and he says
"Buddy, have a drink!" I says
"Well, I believe I will have another big orange
I got it and set back down
When I got there again I seen
that the men had got in two little bitty bunches down there
real close together, and they voted
They elected one man apiece
and them two men come out in the middle of that cow pasture
and shook hands like they hadn't seen one another in a long time
Then a convict came over to where they was a-standin'
and he took out a quarter and they commenced to odd man right there!
After a while I seen what it was they was odd-manning for
It was that both bunchesfull of them wanted this funny lookin little pumpkin to play with
And I know, friends, that they couldn't eat it because they kicked it the whole evenin'
and it never busted
Both bunchesful wanted that thing
One bunch got it and it made the other bunch just as mad as they could be!
Friends, I seen that evenin' the awfulest fight that I ever have seen in all my life !!
They would run at one -another and kick one- another
and throw one another down and stomp on one another
and grind their feet in one another and I don't know what all
and just as fast as one of 'em would get hurt
they'd take him off and run another one on!!
Well, they done that as long as I set there, but pretty soon this boy that had said
"Ticket, please." He come up to me and said
"Friend, you're gonna have to leave because it is that you don't have a ticket"
And I says, "Well, all right"
And I got up and left
I don't know friends, to this day
what it was that they was a doin' down there, but I have studied about it
I think it was that it's some kindly of a contest
where they see which bunchful of them men can take that pumpkin
and run from one end of that cow pasture to the other
without gettin' knocked down or steppin' in somethin'
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1997
After Dark
After Dark
Composer(s): Barry Gibb
Performer(s): Andy Gibb
There's not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are, there is a different feeling
I wake up, I'm on the ceilin', opens up your eyes
What a shape! Someone you can't forget for any time
Oh, let me show you mine, immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
There is no limit that I would not go
if I could lie beside
Where you are, there is a different out there
Love in the jungle can be hard to realize
What a shape ! Someone you can't forget for any time
Oh, let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
There is not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are, there is a different feeling
I wake up, I'm on the ceilin', opens up your eyes
What a shape! Someone you can't forget for any time
Oh, let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there, I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark ...
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1997
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