Dinsdag 26 februari 2002
Baby Come-a-Back-A
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Dinsdag 26 februari 2002
Ich Werde Geh'n Heute Nacht
Ich Werde Geh'n Heute Nacht
English Title: We Don't Talk Anymore
Composer(s): W. Preuss; Alan Tarney
Performer(s): Mary Roos
Ich hab' eine lange Nacht
über uns beide nachgedacht
und die Entscheidung fiel mir so schwer
Denn seit heut weiß ich genau
es gibt da noch eine andere Frau
doch du belügst mich
nun kann ich nicht mehr
Darum bleibt dir dann auch morgen früh
wenn du vom Schlaf erwachst
nur noch dieser Brief von mir
du hast die Chance verpaßt
die Chance mit mir verpaßt
Wenn's auch schwerfällt
ich werde geh'n heute Nacht
wenn's auch schwerfällt
soweit hast du mich gebracht
nein
teilen werde ich nie
hol' sie doch zu dir
Wenn's auch schwerfällt
ich werde geh'n heute Nacht
wenn's auch schwerfällt
soweit hast du mich gebracht
nein
teilen werde ich nie
hol' sie doch zu dir heute Nacht
So lange hab ich dir voll vertraut
und hab dabei auf Sand gebaut
nun brach endgültig mein Kartenhaus ein
Was ich tue ist bestimmt nicht verkehrt
auch wenn's noch so schmerzen kann
das ist mir die Freiheit wert
ich fang von vorne an
du hast die Chance vertan
Wenn's auch schwerfällt
ich werde geh'n heute Nacht
wenn's auch schwerfällt
soweit hast du mich gebracht
nein
teilen werde ich nie
hol' sie doch zu dir
Wenn's auch schwerfällt
ich werde geh'n heute Nacht
wenn's auch schwerfällt
soweit hast du mich gebracht
nein
teilen werde ich nie
hol' sie doch zu dir heute Nacht
Maandag 25 februari 2002
Army Of Me
Army Of Me
Composer(s): Björk - Graham Massey
First release by: Björk - 1995
Covered by multiple other artists
Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're alright
There's nothing wrong
Self-sufficience please!
And get to work
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is too exhausted
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
Maandag 25 februari 2002
Dis À Mon Frère
Dis À Mon Frère
Composer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Assis sur le banc de bois
J'attends l'arrivée du train
Je n'ai qu'un billet sur moi
Et ma guitare à la main
Dis à mon frère
Que je pars tout seul
Dis à mon frère
Qu'il veille sur toi
Tes bras autour de mon cou
N'arrêteront pas mes pleurs
Car c'est autour de son cou
Qu'ils se noueront tout à l'heure
Dis à mon frère
Que je pars tout seul
Dis à mon frère
Qu'il veille sur toi
Tu l'as simplement aimé
Parce qu'il me ressemblait
Et tu nous as séparé
Alors, pour moi, s'il te plaît
Dis à mon frère
Que je pars tout seul
Dis à mon frère
Qu'il veille sur toi
Oui, dis à mon frère
Que je pars tout seul
Dis à mon frère
Qu'il veille sur toi...
Zondag 24 februari 2002
Arms Of The Enemy
Arms Of The Enemy
Composer(s): Gary Cambra - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): The Tubes
Take a look in the mirror
what do you see
staring back at the lines of life
so wishfully
Could it be any clearer
who earned the pain
Everytime that you ask the price
you'll have to pay
How many lies do I tell myself
so I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy
Back to be held by the demons of my soul
Back to the arms of the -- arms of the enemy
Could be cursed to repeat
the same mistake
Wandering through a blinding fog
that never fades
Knew it wouldn't be easy
to bend the bars
Better off than a homeless dog
but not by far
How many lies do I tell myself
so I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy
Back to be held by the demons of my soul
Back to the arms of the enemy
Back to the bosom of my baby
and someone to hold
I'm the last one to yell, "Go to hell"
preaching doom and gloom
And I'm not just a hack with a gun in your back too soon
Zondag 24 februari 2002
Rozen Die Bloeien
Rozen Die Bloeien
Composer(s): Bob Miller; S. Daudy; Pierre Kartner
Performer(s): Corry Konings
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij
Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij
Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Woon je in een mooie villa
Of in een doodgewone straat
Die zon die zal ook voor jou schijnen
Totdat ze 's avonds ondergaat
Geluk is toch voor alle mensen
Waar je woont of wie je bent
Iedereen heeft in z'n leven
Eens vreugde gekend
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij
Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij
Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Ben je eenzaam en verlaten
Zit je thuis altijd alleen
Heb je niemand om mee te praten
Kun je nergens anders heen
Zeg dan toch ook in m'n leven
Was minstens 1 herinnering
Zo mooi om nooit meer te vergeten
Het leven krijgt dan weer zin
Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij
Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij
Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk...
Zaterdag 23 februari 2002
Arms For The Love Of America
Arms For The Love Of America
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Big Band Patrol
On land and on the sea and in the air
We've gotta be there, we've gotta be there
America is sounding her alarm
We've gotta have arms, we've gotta have arms
Arms for the love of America!
They speak in a foreign land, with weapons in every hand
Whatever they try, we've gotta reply
In language that they understand
Arms for the love of America!
And for the love of every mother's son
Who's depending on the work that must be done
By the man behind the man behind the gun
They're in the camps and in the training schools
Now give 'em the tools, they've gotta have tools
We called them from the factories and the farms
Now give 'em the arms, they've gotta have arms
We've gotta get in the race and work at a lively pace
They say over here, we've nothing to fear
But let's get ready just in case
Arms for the love of America!
Oh the fight for freedom can be lost or won
By the man behind the man behind the gun
Arms for the love of America!
For the love of America
Arms!
Zaterdag 23 februari 2002
Nur Noch Einmal Nach Haus
Nur Noch Einmal Nach Haus
Performer(s): Jonny Hill
Die Nächte in der Stadt sind ohne Sterne
Weil es dort nur helle Straßenlichter gibt
Immer denk' ich an die Felder
An die dunkelgrünen Wälder
Und ich denke an die eine, die ich einst geliebt
Ich möchte nach Haus
Noch einmal nach Haus
Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Dem grauen Einerlei wollt' ich entfliehen
Denn es lockte mich die Großstadt-Melodie
Doch ich hab' kein Glück gefunden
Sucht' ich auch viele Stunden
Das Einerlei des Daseins erfüllt mein Leben nie
Zuhause glauben sie, ich bin der Größte
Denn ich schreibe es in jedem Brief an sie
Doch wenn sie mich so sehen könnten
Ein Großstadt-Vagabund
Mit zerrissenen Schuhen und alten Kleidern
ich glaube, das - nein - das begreifen sie nie
Ich möchte nach Haus
Noch einmal nach Haus
Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Ich möchte nach Haus
Noch einmal nach Haus
Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Ich möchte nach Haus
Noch einmal nach Haus
Nur noch einmal nach Haus...
Vrijdag 22 februari 2002
Armistice Day
Armistice Day
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon
On armistice day
The philharmonic will play
But the songs that we sing
Will be sad
Shufflin brown tunes
Hanging around, ahoo
M-m-m-m-m-m-m
No long drawn blown out excuses
Were made
When I needed a friend she was there
Just like an easy chair
Oo, oo-o
M-m-m-m-m-m-m
Armistice day
Armistice day
That's all I really wanted to say
Oh I'm weary from waiting
In washington d.c.
I'm coming to see my congressman
But he's avoiding me
Weary from waiting down in washington d.c.
Oh congresswoman
Won't you tell that congressman
I've waited such a long time
I've about waited all I can
Oh congresswoman, won't you tell that congressman
Vrijdag 22 februari 2002
Dirty, Dirty Feeling
Dirty, Dirty Feeling
((French Version: Si Seulement (Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1961))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
I've got a dirty, dirty feelin'
Dirty feelin's goin' on
You know I almost hit the ceilin'
When I woke up and you were gone
I took you in when you were hungry
And now your cuttin' out on me
I'm gonna help you little darlin'
That ain't the way it's gonna be
I hear you're pretty good at runnin'
But pretty soon you'll slip and fall
That's when I’ll drag you home with me girl
I'm gonna chain you to the wall
You know I’m lookin' for you baby
I ain't gonna take it layin' down
I heard that you were cookin' baby
Way on the other side of town
I've got a dirty, dirty feelin'
Dirty feelin's goin' on
You know I almost hit the ceilin'
When I woke up and you were gone
Donderdag 21 februari 2002
Armenia, City in the Sky
Armenia, City in the Sky
Composer(s): John "Speedy" Keen
First release by: The Who - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
If you're troubled and you can't relax
Close your eyes
Think on this
If the rumors floating in your head are turned to facts
Close your eyes
And think on this
Armenia, city in the sky
Armenia, city in the sky
If you ever want to lose some time
Just take off
There's no risk
If you ever want to disappear
Just take off
And think of this
Armenia, city in the sky
Armenia, city in the sky
The sky is glass
The sea is brown
And everyone
Is upside-down
Armenia, city in the sky
Armenia, city in the sky
Donderdag 21 februari 2002
Dirty Work
Dirty Work
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
First release by: Steely Dan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Times are hard
You're afraid to pay the fee
So you find yourself somebody
Who can do the job for free
When you need a bit of lovin'
Cause your man is out of town
That's the time you get me runnin'
And you know I'll be around
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work
No more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
Light the candle
Put the lock upon the door
You have sent the maid home early
Like a thousand times before
Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work
No more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
Woensdag 20 februari 2002
Armed & Extremely Dangerous
Armed & Extremely Dangerous
Composer(s): Allan Felder - Norman Harris
Performer(s): First Choice
Calling all cars... calling all cars
Be on the lookout for Dangerous Dan...
This man is wanted by the F.B.I. - 10-4
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
The day he walked into my life he caught me with my guard down
Don't let him talk his sweet talk on ya
'Cause I've hit on the bait that he threw and I got hooked
Don't let it happen to you
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
The day I came into his charms who would think that he would succeed
Then go on his way leaving me here with another mouth to feed
So girls if you see him, you might think that you need him
He might look like the average guy, but he's wanted by the F.B.I.
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Said he's dangerous
Oh, hell do it - bleed the life from me
Said he's dangerous
He don't care for nobody but his self
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Look out girls, he might be
Walkin' the streets right now
Said he's dangerous, extremely dangerous
Woensdag 20 februari 2002
Dirty Water
Dirty Water
((Dutch Version: Vuil Water (De Kreuners) - 1984))
Composer(s): Ed Cobb
First release by: The Standells - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town
Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)
Dinsdag 19 februari 2002
Armchair Quarterback
Armchair Quarterback
Composer(s): B. Russell
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, the season's finally here and the players hit the field
and every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill
He's been buying beer since August
Running hot and running cold and thirty friends are on alert...
that's all the den will hold!
He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
The Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
Now if you stand and block the screen you may just lose your life
and that goes for all thirty friends and the thirty friends' wives
Then the den falls silent we just need a yard or two
They wouldn't change that channel now if the Rockett's came on nude
The announcer agrees with the referee but the den does not at all
And thirty fists are clinched in hate and pound upon the wall
Why any fool could see he made that first down when he dived!
If Howard Cosell came in now he'd never get out alive
'Cause he's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
The wives are all disgusted and they're meeting in the yard
on their way to wear the numbers off our credit cards (shop, shop, shop)
He's got his six year old son, Billy, sittin' on the floor
Watching college wrap-up and writing down the scores
There stands uncle Andy bending empty cans
"for god sakes, Andy, get that cool one out of Billy's hand!"
Well, what do you know it's half time where's the bathroom tell me please
Don't go outside 'cause the neighbors dog bites everything he sees
Well if they make it through the Super Bowl well she'll be happy then
'cause she'll get back her TV and he'll give up the den
He'll be tired and incoherent and he will not know his name
But he'll lift one eyelid just to say: "wake me up for the ol' score game!"
with a cool one in his hand
Broken pretzles in the rug
The beer cans could be worse
She'll clean it up tomorrow and dread September first when once again...ha ha...
The season's finally here and the players hit the field
And every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill
He's been buying beer since August running hot and running cold
And thirty friends are on alert...that's all the den will hold
He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
Yeah, the Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
(repeat)
Dinsdag 19 februari 2002
Dirty Old Town
Dirty Old Town
((French Version: Foutue Vieille Ville (Jo Lemaire) - 1994))
Composer(s): Ewan McColl
First performance by: Ewan McColl - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
We're goin' to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
And oh we'll chop you down
Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town
And oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days
Maandag 18 februari 2002
Arlequin
Arlequin
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila
Avec des camarades ardentes et passionnées
Un jour sur une estrade notre théatre est né
Accessoires de fortune, décors improvisés
Tout fut prétexte à se déguiser et par bonheur moi j'ai reçu
De tous les rôles celui qui me plaisait le plus
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Nous partons en voyage à travers le pays
De villages en villages nous jouons la comédie
Dans cette vie errante nous ressentons souvent
Bien des moments de découragement
Mais je retrouve ma bonne humeur
Dès que j'avance dans le halot des projecteurs
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Un peu de rêve et beaucoup de ferveur
Voilà notre compagnie d'amateurs
A notre répertoire sont toujours les bienvenus
Les chefs-d'œuvre notoires comme les pièces inconnues
Et j'avoue Molière, Racine ou Marivaux
Nous donne chaque soir des plaisirs nouveaux
Mais j'ai toujours un petit regret
Pour le personnage que mon cœur préfère en secret
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Entouré de legende, il cache une âme tendre
Tout le monde s'y laisse prendre
Moi j'aime bien Arlequin!
Maandag 18 februari 2002
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Composer(s): Leon Huff - Kenny Gamble
Performer(s): The Three Degrees
Dirty - you're a dirty ol' man
You can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man
Go mess around with somebody else
That I've done told you
You can look but please don't touch
'Cause you don't understand what I mean
Can't you see I'm not old enough
You say that ain't, ain't nothing but a number - number
You're much too experienced for me
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Next time you see me
You can speak but please don't stuck
'Cause I believed every word you said
And here I am with a broken heart
Don't run your game down, don't waste it on me, no, no, no, no, no
'Cause you're a married man and I'm still free
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
Dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah
A dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah...
Zondag 17 februari 2002
Arkansas
Arkansas
Composer(s): Damon Black
Performer(s): Wilburn Brothers
and multiple other artists
Oh, the bram' bush took the cabin I was born in
And the browry claimed the fields I used to plow
There's a yearnin' in my heart to be going
To that forty acre patch got sewed in sprouts
Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Are the squirrels still a barkin'
Up on old Crody's Ridge
Has the girl I been sparkin'
Gone and burned another bridge
Arkansas
I have known the troubles
I was born to know
I have wanted things
A poor man's born to want
And in all my dreams and mem'ries
I go runnin'
Through the fields of Arkansas
From which I sprung
Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Do the young men still piddle
With the thought of growin' rich
And slowly turn to old folks
Sittin' whittle'in on a stick
Arkansas
Arkansas
Zondag 17 februari 2002
Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog
