Woensdag 24 november 1999
America (Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls)
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Woensdag 24 november 1999
Work Song
Work Song
((Spanish Version: La Cancion Del Trabajo (by Raphael) - 1966))
Composer(s): Nathaniel Adderley - Oscar Brown Jr.
First release by: Nathaniel Adderley - 1960; Oscar Brown Jr. - 1960
Originally performed by: Oscar Brown Jr.
Covered by multiple other artists
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been workin’ and workin’
Been workin’ and slavin’
An’ workin’ and workin’
But I still got so terribly far to go
Dinsdag 23 november 1999
America (Miguel Gallardo)
America
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
De Buenos Aires a Nueva York
he desnudado tu cuerpo entero
con mi guitarra de trovador
y con mi alma de aventurero
America, America
Y ví a tus niños sonreir
y ví en tus campos crecer el trigo
con tus mujeres fuí felíz
y de tus hombres me siento amigo
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
Soy, solamente, un soñador
que ni siquiera, nació en tu suelo
pero que un día te conoció
y desde entonces, sé que te quiero
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America
America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America... America
America, America... America
America, America... America
Dinsdag 23 november 1999
Words, Words, Words
Words, Words, Words
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles
Et quarante millions de mètres de tailleur
Prenaient la taille à la putain de Galilée
La terre a bu le coup et penche du Tropique
Elle reste agrippée à mon temps cellulaire
Je déchargeais des tombereaux de souvenirs
Nous étions une histoire et n'avions rien à dire
Moi je prendrai la quatrième dimension
Pour trisser dans l'azur mes jambes migratrices
Le mur instantané que je dresse à la Chine
Mao c'était le nom de ce Viking flamand
Le tissu d'esquimau vieillit beaucoup plus vite
Des plaies sur des grabats du Chili à Lisbonne
S'exténuaient en équations de cicatrices
Le malade concret et l'interne distrait
Sont allés boire un pot au Café de la Morgue
Des vieillards le chéquier à la main à la banque
Faisaient des virements de testicules abstraits
L'embryon vaginé derviche dans le manque
Un pavot est venu l'asperger cette nuit
Mon berceau féodal et mes couilles gothiques
Des faux-nez des trognons des tissus ajoutés
Fondaient sous les sunlights de l'Opéra Comique
La Standard Oil prend du bidon et du gin fizz
La fièvre est descendue ce soir à Mexico
O ce parfum diapré dans la nuit des cigales
Dans une discothèque on a mis des barreaux
Les fenêtres s'en vont de la gorge et du squale
Ça sent la perfection dans ces rues amputées
Saint-Denis c'est un saint au derrière doublé
La fièvre est descendue ce soir dans un bordel
Et fallait voir comment ça soufflait dans la cale
Il y a partout des cons bordés d'oiseaux
Comme des lettres cheminant en parchemin
Nightingale O chansons crevées à minuit trente
J'ai le concile dans la main qui se lamente
Devant le mur à faire un peu des oraisons
La Folie m'a tenu la main à sa culotte
On eût dit de la mer s'en allant pour de bon
Viens petit dévêts-toi prends du large et jouis
Je sais des paravents comme un zoom d'espérance
Que font-ils? Qui sont-ils?
Ces gens qu'on tient en laisse
Dans les ports au shopping
Au bordel à la messe?
Et ces mômes qu'on pourrait
S'carrer entre deux trains
Histoire de leur montrer
Qu'on a du face-à-main...
Ils ont voté Ils ont voté
Comme on prend un barbiturique
Et ils ont mis la République
Au fond d'un vase à reposer
Les experts ont analysé
Ce qu'il y avait au fond du vase
Il n'y avait rien qu'un peu de vase
Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles...
Shakespeare aussi etait un terroriste
"Words... words... words..." disait-il
Videla?
En français: Budelle, tripes
En italien: Budella, tripes
En argentin?
Allez-y voir!
De quoi degueuler...
Vraiment!
Maandag 22 november 1999
America (Gianna Nannini)
America
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Paoluzzi
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini
Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò
troverai, mi hanno sempre detto troverai
per oggi sto con me, mi basto e nessuno mi vede
e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine
ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa
chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere
Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America
Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America
Cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai
e troverò ora che ti accarezzo, troverò
ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due
quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine
e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere
Fammi volare lei le mani sui fianchi come fosse l'America
Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America
Fammi l'amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America
Maandag 22 november 1999
Words Of Love (The Mamas & The Papas)
Words Of Love
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Words of love, so soft and tender
Won't win a girls heart anymore
If you love her then you must send her
Somewhere where she's never been before
Worn out phrases and longing gazes
Won't get you where you want to go, no!
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her
You ought to know by now
You ought to know, you ought to know by now
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her anymore
You ought to know by now
You ought to know, you ought to know by now
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win a girls heart anymore
If you love her then you must send her
Somewhere where she's never been before
Worn out phrases and longing gazes
Won't get you where you want to go
Words of love, soft and tender
Won't win her anymore, anymore
Zondag 21 november 1999
Amém, Amém
Amém, Amém
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu cheguei nessa terra
Sem saber o que fazer
Minha mãe só dizia
Filho não vá nos esquecer
Diga logo notícias mais recentes
De entes amados ou largados
Pessoas que vivem como a gente
Na luta agitada do vai-e-vem
Faça tudo não seja diferente
E siga em paz, amém, amém
Eu cheguei há algum tempo
E já sei o que fazer
Pelo menos procuro
Outras coisas esquecer
Pra não ter que viver sem uma razão
E não ter que ficar sempre calado
E não ter que chorar de vez em quando
Ou não ter que tomar um bonde errado
É por isso que eu canto o dia inteiro
E passo a vida aliviado
Zondag 21 november 1999
Words Of Love (Buddy Holly)
Words Of Love
Composer(s): Buddy Holly
Originally performed by: Buddy Holly
Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real
Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you
Let me hear you say
the words I want to hear
Darling when you're near
Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you
Zaterdag 20 november 1999
Amelia
Amelia
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1976
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where they’ve gone
They’ll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other’s just come to harm
Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight
It’s so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe I’ve never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I’ve spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
Zaterdag 20 november 1999
Words From The Wise
Words From The Wise
Composer(s): Kerry Minnear; Derek Shulman; Ray Shulman
Performer(s): Gentle Giant
Words from the wise, encourage you
carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you
All I do is believe in me
If the going looks to strong
And a little seems too long
Only darkness in the night
Turn the darkness into
Light the fire inside of yourself
I'm the one it's nobody else
Listen out
But remember always
Your the wise
The wise
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you
All I do is believe in me
When it feels so hard to try
Just a weight, a chain, a lie
Even though you need to fight, make the changes into
Light the fire inside of yourself
I'm the one it's nobody else
Listen out
But remember always
Your the wise
The wise
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you
All I do is believe in me
Vrijdag 19 november 1999
Ame S'trame Drame
Ame S'trame Drame
Composer(s): A. Goldstein
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Ame s'trame drame
Pique et pique et psychodrame
Dans l'âme se trame, drôle de drame
Ame s'trame drame...
Femme s'trame drame
Joue et joue dans l'ciné-drame
Voudrait bien changer d'programme
Femme s'trame drame...
Ame s'paume rame
Affolés les cardiogrammes
Manque d'amour et cœur sans flamme
Ame s'paume rame...
Femme s'paume rame
Perd et perd des kilogrammes
Court toujours et cœur tam-tam
Femme s'paume rame...
Ame s'trame drame
Pique et pique des colères-larmes
Pleure et pleure un mélodrame
Ame s'trame drame...
Femme s'trame drame
Pique et pique et psychodrame
Drôle de drame et cœur s'entame
Femme s'trame drame...
Ame s'trame drame...
Vrijdag 19 november 1999
Words (Don't Come Easy)
Words (Don't Come Easy)
Composer(s): Robert Fitoussi; Marty Joe Kupersmith; L.S. Yaguda
Performer(s): F.R. David
Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me
This is the only way
for me to say I love you
words don't come easy
Well I'm just a music man
melody's so far my best friend
but my words are coming out wrong
and I ... I reveal my heart to you and
hope that you believe it's true
.... 'cause
Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy
This is just a simple song
that I've made for you on my own
There's no hidden meaning you know
when I ... when I say I love you honey
please believe I really do
.... 'cause
Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy
It isn't easy ...
words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me
This is the only way
for me to say I love you
words don't come easy
Donderdag 18 november 1999
Âme Caline
Âme Caline
Composer(s): Michel Polnareff
First release by: Michel Polnareff - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Âme câline
Cherche cœur libre tous les jours
Toutes les nuits
Pour la vie
Âme câline
Offre nid tout près du soleil
Près des étoiles
Pour logis
Pour la vie
Ou peut-être plus
Pour la vie
Ou peut-être moins
Âme impatiente
Aimerait trouver âme sœur
Pour compagnie
Pour amie
Pour la vie
Ou peut-être plus
Pour la vie
Ou peut-être moins
Âme câline
Cherche cœur libre tous les jours
Toutes les nuits
Pour la vie
Âme câline
Offre nid tout près du soleil
Près des étoiles
Pour logis
Toutes les nuits
Pour la vie
Toutes les nuits
Pour la vie
Donderdag 18 november 1999
Words Are Not Enough
Words Are Not Enough
Composer(s): Ace Frehley; Jimmy Keneally
Performer(s): Ace Frehley
Can't stop tossin' and turnin' at night
It gets harder each day, fighting with this feeling inside
You can swear that you love me
By every star in the sky
But when you're close to me
You get that look in you eye
A burning feeling, you just can't disguise
Chorus:
Words are not enough
to make me feel like a man in love
Words are not enough
to make me feel like a man in love
We need eachother its easy to see
You know I'm shaking all over thinking how good this could be
You can tell me you need me
And you can tell me you're mine
But when you're in my arms
The words starts spinning and we lose all track of time
Chorus
Woensdag 17 november 1999
Ambush (Mark Lindsay)
Ambush
Composer(s): Robert Irving - Mark Lindsay
Performer(s): Mark Lindsay
You thundered in -- all your sabers were blazing
Fired your guns in a mighty barrage
Under a full moon I fell by the water
As you rode away with your cold entourage
I cried for peace but your eyes filled with venom
A drop fell between us -- it drove us apart
I was racing the wind singing songs with my brothers
Your Winchester bullet went straight through my heart
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground
Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round
Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo
Pounding like drums on the ground
It's been so long since I swam Crooked River
Running the banks chasing clouds in the sky
Watching the salmon charge up through the rapids
Fighting to spawn and to die
The prairies are gone and the forests have fallen
A river of tears flows away to the sea
I lie with my pony 'neath ground that God gave me
An arrowhead marker for all eyes to see
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground
Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round
Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo
Pounding like drums on the ground
Fish cannot fly over dams in the river
Ravens are dark in the sky
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground
Wheel of weeping slowly turns around
Now I'm sleeping waiting for the buffalo
Pounding like drums on the ground
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground
Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round
Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo
Pounding like drums on the ground
Woensdag 17 november 1999
Words And Music
Words And Music
Composer(s): Andy Gibb
Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Words and music make a song for our hearts to sing along
Like a choir within the air, there'll be music ev'rywhere
A bitter tear across your cheek
A smile from you is all I need
We'll give them cause to breathe the air
There'll be lovers ev'rywhere
I'll be your singer and your song
for all the love you've brought along
I'll be your day, I'll be your night
I'll see that ev'rything's all right
I'll turn the ocean into sand
Like my heart at your command
I'll make the raindrops turn to snow
And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the morning brings it's light
And Mister Moonlight says goodbye
My hand is shaking when you smile
You make me feel just like a child
My mind is searching for a way
so that you won't have to say
You've got to go and can't come back
But I can't think you'd make me sad
I'll be your singer and your song
for all the love you've brought along
I'll be your day, I'll be your night
I'll see that ev'rything's all right
I'll turn the ocean into sand
Like my heart at your command
I'll make the raindrops turn to snow
And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
(take away the pain in me)
I'll be your singer and your song
(soon you'll see a change in me)
for all the love you've brought along
(what's the point of going on)
I'll be your day, I'll be your night
(the story ends, the feelings gone)
I'll see that ev'rything's all right
I'll turn the ocean into sand
Like my heart at your command
I'll make the raindrops turn to snow
And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
(the story ends, the feelings gone)
I'll see that ev'rything's all right
I'll turn the ocean into sand
Like my heart at your command
I'll make the raindrops turn to snow
And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
Dinsdag 16 november 1999
Ambush (Harry Nilsson)
Ambush
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
Performer(s): Harry Nilsson
The lamp that lights the way
Is a light from yesterday
The drum which leads the way
Is a sound from yesterday
The road is filled with shadows
Of a million, living leaves
Darkness all around us
And not a friend in sight
We sang a song together
To help us through the night
The song was sung with spirit
But soft, and like a choir
And as the others sang along
Our voices lifted higher
We sang until we reached the bridge
We crossed, then saw the wire
But by the time we stopped the song
The enemy had opened fire
Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more
Ain't gonna sing that song no more
Just don't pay to sing no more
Especially when you're in a war
A war
Now, this time through
We want everybody to listen to the punchline
All right
All right
All right!
All right!
The song was sung with spirit
But soft and like a choir
But by the time we stopped the song
The enemy had opened fire
Now, we ain't gonna sing that song no more
Ain't gonna sing that song no more
Just don't pay to sing no more
Especially when you're in a war
Dinsdag 16 november 1999
Words (The Monkees)
Words
Composer(s): Tommy Boyce; Bobby Hart
Performer(s): The Monkees
Girl, don't you know everytime I see you smiling
It hurts so bad, 'cause when I see you, I start crying
I've tried everything to stop, but there's no denying
Falling in love with you, girl, is just like dying
Oh, don't walk away
How, how can I make you stay
Don't turn away
I can still hear you saying those words that never were true
Spoken to help nobody but you
Words with lies inside
But, small enough to hide till your playing was through, ahh
Girl, don't you know we could work it out with talking
You won't turn around or slow down your walking
I've given you everything with a kiss to seal it
You had to get your kicks out of trying to steal it
Now, I'm standing here
Strange, strange voices in my ears
I feel the tears
But, all I can hear are those words that never were true
Spoken to help nobody but you
Words with lies inside
But, small enough to hide till your playing was through, ahh
Now, I'm standing here
Strange, strange voices in my ears
I feel the tears
But, all I can hear are those words that never were true
Spoken to help nobody but you
Words with lies inside
But, small enough to hide till your playing was through
Words that never were true
Spoken to help nobody but you
Words with lies inside
But, small enough to hide till your playing was through
Words that never were true
Just spoken to help nobody but you...
Maandag 15 november 1999
Ambulance Blues
Ambulance Blues
Composer(s): Neil Young
First release by: Neil Young - 1974
Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid
Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela
They tore you down and plowed you under
You're only real with your make-up on
How could I see you and stay too long?
All along the Navajo Trail
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids
She needs someone that she can scream at
And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
It's hard to say the meaning of this song
An ambulance can only go so fast
It's easy to get buried in the past
When you try to make a good thing last
I saw today in the entertainment section
There's room at the top for private detection
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter
But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper
So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me for what you've shown
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together for some scenes
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me, and I hope it isn't you
Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive
And out on the corner it's half past five
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes
Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say
You're all just pissin' in the wind
You don't know it but you are
And there ain't nothin' like a friend
Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he's talking to?
Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you
Maandag 15 november 1999
Words (Pat Boone)
