Vrijdag 13 oktober 1995
You're Sensational
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You're Sensational
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Donderdag 12 oktober 1995
A Habit I Can't Break
A Habit I Can't Break
Composer(s): Buck Owens
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Loving you isn't good for me
You keep my tears flowing
If I left you I couldn't stay gone
So there's no use in going
Loving you is a habit I can't break
I haven't found a way yet
But I've been trying
To stop loving you but I can't wait
There's no use in lyin'
Loving you is a habit I can't break
Loving you is a habit I can't break
I've been loving you much too long now
To change the way I feel
So I might as well get used to these heartaches
Loving you is a habit I can't break
Donderdag 12 oktober 1995
You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here
You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me bein' in this place
Yeah!
That's just how much I marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way
And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you're neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that's not for me to say
They only pay me here to play
I wanna hear Caravan with a drum solo
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me starin' back at you
Yeah!
That's just how much I question
The corny things you do
You paint your face and then you chase
To meet the gang where the action is
Stomp all night
And drink your fizz
Roll your car and say "Gee whiz!"
You tore a big hole in your convertible top
What will you tell your Mom and Pop?
Mam, I tore a big hole in the convertible
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
If I mean just what I say
Yeah!
That's just how much I question
The social games you play
You told your Mom you're stoked on Tom
And went for a cruise in Freddie's car
Tommy's asking
Where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic hat
And you think you know where it's at?
Yeah!
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
(Not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)
Woensdag 11 oktober 1995
Guy What Takes His Time
Guy What Takes His Time
Composer(s): Ralph Rainger
Performer(s): Mae West
and multiple other artists
Anyone can see what's the matter with me
I've been hurried and rushed off my feet
Never had a minute's repose from walking the street
So I've thought it out and there isn't any doubt
My conclusion is all for the best
I need someone who can supply comfort and some rest
A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time
I'm a fast movin' gal who likes them slow
Got no use for fancy drivin', want to see a guy arrivin' in low
I'd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time
A hurry-up affair, I always give the air
Wouldn't give any rushin' gent a smile
I would go for any singer who would condescend to linger awhile
What a lullaby would be supplied to have a guy what takes his time
A guy what takes his time, I'd go for any time
A hasty job really spoils a master's touch
I don't like a big commotion, I'm a demon for slow motion or such
Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy who takes his time
There isn't any fun in getting something done
If you're rushed when you have to make the grade
I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connesseur in his trade
Who would qualify, no alibi, to be the guy who takes his time
Woensdag 11 oktober 1995
You're Only Lonely
You're Only Lonely
Composer(s): J.D. Souther
Performer(s): J.D. Souther; Raul Malo
When the world is ready to fall
On your little shoulders
when you're feelin' lonely and small,
you need somebody there to hold you
you can call out my name,
when you're only lonely
Now don't you ever be ashamend
when you're only lonely
when you need somebody around
on the nights that try you
remember , i was there when you were a queen
and I'll be the last one there beside you
so you can all out my name
when you're only lonely
Now don't you ever be ashamed,
when you're only lonely
so you can call out my name
when you're only lonely
Now don't you ever be ashamed,
when you're only lonely
when the world is ready to fall
on your little shoulders
when you're feeling lonely and small
you need somebody there to hold you
so don't you ever be ashamed
when you're only lonely
you can call out my name
when you're only lonely
It's not a crime
darlin' we got lots of time
darlin' wooo ooohh woo oh
oh there's nothing wrong with you
darlin' I get lonely too...
So if you need me,
all you gotta do is call me
you're only lonely
Dinsdag 10 oktober 1995
A Guy Named Joe
A Guy Named Joe
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I stepped ashore in Tokyo feeling kind a blue
For I was trying to forget a love that was untrue
When by my side I found a lad, his dark eyes all aglow
He looked at me so hopefully and said is you’re name, Joe?
For Joe’s my Daddy’s name and he will soon be sailing cross the sea
He said will come back bye and bye and Joe would never lie
The warship took my dad away and mommy needs him so
And every night I hear her pray “Dear God, where is my Joe?”
Somewhere back home a guy named Joe is probably sipping beer
Does he know how important he could be if he was here?
Has he forgotten this little lad who needs his daddy so?
A promise made, a debt unpaid, their waiting for you Joe
Yes, Joe’s his daddy’s name and he will never sail across that sea
A stranger in a foreign land he let his heart get out of hand
The warship took his dad away and he’s too young to know
That off across the ocean there’s a million guys’s named Joe
Dinsdag 10 oktober 1995
You're Not The Only One
You're Not The Only One
Composer(s): Bob Marlette; John Wetton
Performer(s): John Wetton
I see you now in the dead of night
The shadows closing in
You lie and wait for the morning light
You'll just survive till then
Loneliness only means you harm
So try to raise a smile
Don't you know that your open arms
Can bridge a thousand miles?
When there's no end to it all
Try to surrender
Let yourself fall and just
Try to remember
You're Not The Only One who feels pain
Open your heart and live again
The rule you depend upon
From this day on
You're Not The Only One
Throw back the shutters and unlock the spell
Let sunshine light your face
The growing fears that you know so well
Will vanish into space
You're Not The Only One who needs faith
Climbing the face of the unknown
To tell you you're not alone
And, above all else
You're Not The Only One
Free Yourself
Take a good look around
There's a lot of love to be found
Love will not let you down
Maandag 9 oktober 1995
A Guy Is A Guy
A Guy Is A Guy
((Adapted from: I Went To the Alehouse (A Knave Is A Knave) - 1719; A Gob Is A Slob)
Composer(s): Oscar Brand
Performer(s): Doris Day
I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me
I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed me to my house like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me
I never saw the boy before
So nothin' could be sillier
At closer range his face was strange
But his manner was familiar
So I walked up the stairs like a good girl should
He followed me up the stairs like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me
I stepped to my door like a good girl should
He stopped at my door like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me
He asked me for a good-night kiss
I said, "It's still good day"
I would have told him more except
His lips got in the way
So I talked to my ma like a good girl should
And Ma talked to Pa like I knew she would
And they all agreed on a married life for me
The guy is my guy wherever he may be
So I walked down the aisle like a good girl should
He followed me down the aisle like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
And now you've heard the story of what someone did to me
And that's what he did to me
Maandag 9 oktober 1995
You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You
You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You
Composer(s): James Cavanaugh;
Russ Morgan; Larry Stock
Performer(s): Frances Faye;
and various other artists
You're nobody till somebody loves you
You're nobody till somebody cares
You might be king, you might possess, the world and its gold
But gold won't bring you happiness, when you're growing old
The world still is the same
You'll never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
You're nobody till somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
Zondag 8 oktober 1995
A Gob Is A Slob
A Gob Is A Slob
((Adapted from: I Went To the Alehouse (A Knave Is A Knave) - 1719; (aka A Guy Is A Guy (by Doris Day))
Composer(s): Oscar Brand
My mother told me not to talk to strangers in the street
As years went by, remembering, I was never indiscreet
But girls are girls and boys are boys
and boys and girls are fools
They're all the same, so who's to blame?
But it's nature makes the rules!
Well, I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen, I'll tell you what the fellow did to me
I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed me to my house like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen while I tell you what the sailor did to me
I ran up the stair like a frightened hare
I even locked my bedroom door
I turned to the bed, I almost fell over dead
Somehow he sneaked right in before!
So I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen I'll tell ya what this sailor did to me
I pursed my lips, I tried to frown
But frowning's not my style
I tried to pout, but what came out was a coy inviting smile
I knew he would of had me, even if I had refused
He didn't need encouragement, but what he got he used
I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Now listen while I tell ya what this sailor did to me
I got me a time like a good girl should
He got him a time like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
So listen while I tell ya what this sailor did to me
He grabbed me tight and he switched off the light
And he settled down to stay
I would have said, "Please leave this bed"
But who the hell is built that way?
So I had me a child like a good girl should
And he went off to sea like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Now you heard the story of what this sailor did to me
Zondag 8 oktober 1995
You're No Good
You're No Good
Composer(s): Clint Ballard Jr.
Performer(s): Betty Everett;
and various other artists
Feeling better, now that we're through
Feeling better, cause I'm over you
I've learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good
I broke a heart, that's gentle and true
Yes, I broke a heart over someone like you
I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn't blame him if he said to me
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good
I'm telling you now baby now, that I'm goin my way
Forget about me baby, cause I'm leaving this day
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good
Zaterdag 7 oktober 1995
A Groovy Kind Of Love
A Groovy Kind Of Love
((Italian Version: Non C'è Più Nessuno (by I Camaleonti) - 1967))
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager - Toni Wine
First release by: Diane and Annita - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
When I'm feeling blue
All I have to do
Is take a look at you
Then I'm not so blue
When you're close to me
I can feel your heartbeat
I can hear you breathing in my ear
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love
Any time you want to
You can turn me on to
Anything you want to
Any time at all
When I kiss your lips
Ooh, I start to shiver
Can't control the quivering inside
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love
When I'm feeling blue
All I have to do
Is take a look at you
Then I'm not so blue
When I'm in your arms
Nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter
I don't care
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love
(We got a groovy kind of love)
We got a groovy kind of love
(We got a groovy kind of love)
We got a groovy kind of love
Zaterdag 7 oktober 1995
You're Never Too Old To Be Young
You're Never Too Old To Be Young
Composer(s): Frank Churchill; Larry Morey
Performer(s): Dwarf Chorus
Yodel:
Yodel-ay-ee-hoo (etc.)
(Repeat)
Chorus
You're never too old to be young
You're never too old to be young
When you start to lose your figure
And your hips are gettin' bigger
Your chest may slip
But don't you fret
No matter how weak your knees may get
(Chorus)
Though your teeth are out
And your whiskers sprout
And your arches give away
You're never too old to be young and gay
(Yodel)
When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome
When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome
Why the dickens should you care
If you ain't got any hair
'Cuz you never have to use a brush and comb
When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When your joints begin to squeak
If you practice for a week
You can walk around and play yourself a tune
Your voice may crack when you try to sing
But you can't be good at everything
(Yodel, etc.)
(Chorus)
Vrijdag 6 oktober 1995
Non C'è Più Nessuno
Non C'è Più Nessuno
((Adapted from: A Groovy Kind Of Love (by Diane and Annita) - 1965))
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager - Toni Wine - Domenico Serengay
Performer(s): I Camaleonti - 1967
Non c’è più nessuno, che mi aiuti un poco
Non c’è più nessuno, son' rimasto solo
Vedo tutto il mondo, che mi crolla intorno
Un mondo che oramai, non è per me
Prima mi aiutava, a sentire le parole
che dicevi tu (che dicevi tu)
Parole che dicevi tu (che dicevi tu)
Ora invece ascolto, solamente l’eco
delle mie parole, e tu non ci sei più
Non c’è più nessuno che mi dia una mano
Che mi dica: amico, son' con te
Ora che lo sai, amore, mio ti prego
Torna qui con me, torna qui con me
Ritorna ancora qui con me, amore, torna qui con me
Non c’è più nessuno che mi dia una mano
Che mi dica: amico, son' con te
Ora che lo sai, amore, mio ti prego
Torna qui con me, torna qui con me
Ritorna ancora qui con me, amore, torna qui con me
Vrijdag 6 oktober 1995
You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile
You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile
Composer(s): Martin Charnin; Charles Strouse
Performer(s): Donald Craig;
and various other artists
Healy:
(spoken) This is Bert Healy saying ...
(singing now) Hey, hobo man
Hey, Dapper Dan
You've both got your style
But Brother
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!
Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly
They stand out a mile
But Brother
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!
Who cares what they're wearing
From Main Street
to Saville Row
It's what you wear from ear to ear
And not from head to toe
(That matters)
So, Senator
So, Janitor
So long for a while
Remember
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!
Boylan Sisters:
Ready or not, here he goes
Listen to Bert
Tap his smilin' toes
Healy:
(spoken)
Ah, the lovely Boylan Sisters
Boylan Sisters:
Doo doodle-oo doo
Doo doodle-oo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly
They stand out a mile
But, brother
You're never fully dressed
You're never dressed
Without an
Connie Boylan:
S-
Bonnie Boylan:
M-
Ronnie Boylan:
I-
Connie Boylan:
L-
All Three:
E.
Smile darn ya smile
All:
That matters
So Senator
So Janitor
So long for a while
Donderdag 5 oktober 1995
A Great Day For Freedom
A Great Day For Freedom
Composer(s): David Gilmour - Polly Samson
Performer(s): Pink Floyd
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
New life devolves day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away
Donderdag 5 oktober 1995
You're My World
You're My World
Composer(s): Umberto Bindi; Gino Paoli; Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Cilla Black;
and various other artists
You're my world
You're every breath I take
You're my world
You're every move I make
Other eyes see the stars up in the sky
But for me they shine
Within your eyes
As the seas reach for the sun above
So my arms reach out for you with love
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine.
You're my world
You are my night and day
You're my world
You're every prayer I pray
If our love ceases to be
Then it's the end of my world
The end of my world
The end of my world for me
Woensdag 4 oktober 1995
A Great Big Bunch Of You
A Great Big Bunch Of You
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Mort Dixon
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians
and multiple other artists
Say, little honey, I haven't any money
But it's grand, it's grand
It's grand when you haven't any money
To hold your honey's hand
Say, little honey, don't you think my clothes are funny
Being second-hand
And though I'm out of style
What is it makes my life worthwhile
A little walk, a little park
A little bench, a little dark
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
A little kiss, a little sigh
A little when, a little why
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
I'm like a robin in the Spring
That wants to sing all day
I'll pawn my watch and ev'rything
If you'll agree to what I say
A little house, a little lot
What have we got, well, you know what
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
I'm never weary when I hug and kiss my dearie
Oh, it's fine, just fine
It's fine ev'rytime I kiss my dearie
For it's like a drink of wine
We're very clever 'cause we never, ever
Ever have to spend a dime
We never will go short
Indulging in our favourite sport
A little walk, a little park
A little bench, a little dark
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
A little kiss, a little sigh
A little when, a little why
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
I'm like a robin in the Spring
That wants to sing all day
I'll pawn my watch and ev'rything
If you'll agree to what I say
A little house, a little lot
What have we got, well, you know what
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you
Woensdag 4 oktober 1995
You're My Thrill
You're My Thrill
Composer(s): Sidney Clare; Jay Gorney
Performer(s): Billie Holiday;
and various other artists
I've been 'neath the moon before
Held by the charms
Of other arms
I heard love's tune before
And it used to bore me
'Till you stood before me
You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
Nothing seems to matter
Here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher and higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill
Dinsdag 3 oktober 1995
A Gospel Song
