Zaterdag 6 april 2002
Art Of Madness
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Art Of Madness
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Zaterdag 6 april 2002
Dix Ans Trop Tôt
Dix Ans Trop Tôt
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous n'avions pas encore
Faits nos dents de sagesse
A s'aimer à plein corps
Jusqu'à mourir d'ivresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Comme on se jette à l'eau
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et dans le tourbillon
Des erreurs de jeunesse
Ignorants, nous avons
Profané la tendresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Moins de cœur que de peau
Je vis ma liberté au fil des aventures
Explorant le bonheur, en flâneur, en touriste
Me cognant bien souvent le cœur contre les murs
Lorsque ton souvenir me cueille à l'improviste
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et je pense souvent
Avec mélancolie
Que le premier serment
Vous marque pour la vie
Moi je reste marqué
Au fer de ce fiasco
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous étions impatients
De dévorer le monde
L'amour est non-voyant
Quand les plaisirs l'inondent
Nous nous sommes aimés
De cœur en porteà faux
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Au temps des inconscients
Et merveilleux tumultes
Plus tout à fait enfants
Pas tout à fait adultes
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Souvent qu'à demi-mot
Lorsque je te rencontre au cours d'une soirée
Chez des amis communs, volubile et à l'aise
Sublime, épanouie dans ta maturité
Je te dis en blaguant comme entre parenthèses
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Dix ans qui t'ont pétrie
De corps, de cœur et d'âme
Et qui ont converti
L'adolescente en femme
Tu ris sans tu douter
Que j'en ai le cœur gros
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Vrijdag 5 april 2002
Art Lover
Art Lover
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1981
Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls
I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
I'm not a dirty old man
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy
Ah, come to daddy
Come to daddy
Pretty little legs, I want to draw them
Like a Degas ballerina
Pure white skin, like porcelain
She's a work of art and I should know
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy
And I'll give you some spangles
Little girl don't notice me
Watching as she innocently plays
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
I follow her around for hours and hours
I'd take her home, but that could never be
She's just a substitute
For what's been taken from me
Ah, come to daddy, come on
Sunday afternoon can't last forever
Wish I could take you home
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view
I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do
And I only want to look at you
Vrijdag 5 april 2002
D-i-v-o-r-c-e
D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Curley Putman
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-o-y or maybe S-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me
Chorus:
Our D-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-e double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words, and turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek
Chorus
Donderdag 4 april 2002
Torture (Kris Jensen)
Torture
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First release by: Kris Jensen - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me
Why do you lead me around
And make me chase ya
When I catch ya,
You won't let me embrace ya
Please baby, have a heart
Cause can't you see
You're torturing me
Torturing me
This torture that I'm going through
Is worth the pain if I have you
So, if you love me, let me know
But if you don't, please let me go
Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me
You know that I'm crazy about you
Yet you make me do without you
Do you mean to hurt, or don't you see
You're torturing me, torturing me
Donderdag 4 april 2002
D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly
Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid
But when you mention the V.e.t. he damn near flips his lid
Words like S.h.o.t. shot or W.o.r.m. worm
These are words which make him S.q.u.i.r.m. squirm
His Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Because he bit the V.e.t. and then he ran away
He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me
And that's why I am gonna get a D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.e.g.
She sank her teeth in my b.u.m. and called me an effin B.
Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.f.f.-ski
And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.i.r.d.
Oh yes his Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Both my wife and my wee scabby dog will soon be hauled away
That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear
Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer
Woensdag 3 april 2002
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Harry B. Smith
Performer(s): Louise Bliss
and multiple other artists
Mama is a queen and papa is a king
So I am a princess and I know it
But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing
I just hate it all, and I know it
To sing on the stage that's the one life for me
My figure's just like Tetrazzini
I know I'd win fame if I sang in "Boheme"
That op'ra by Signor Puccini
I've roulades and the trills
that would send the cold chills
down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills
I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song
and my figure would look pretty as a page
I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice
like other plump girls that I see
I hate society, I hate propriety -Art is calling for me
I'm in the elite, and men sigh at my feet
Still I do not fancy my position
I have not much use for the men that I meet
I quite burn with lyric ambition
Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me
I'd be a success that I do know
and Melba I'd oust, if I once sang in "Faust"
That op'ra so charming by Gounod
Girls would be on the brink of hysterics, I think,
even strong men would have to go out for a drink.
I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
With my avoirdupois and my tra-la-la-la-la
I would be the chief sensation of the age
I long to hear them shouting "Viva to the diva"
O very lovely that must be
That's what I'm sighing for
That's what I'm dying for - Art is calling for me!
Woensdag 3 april 2002
Divers Do It Deeper
Divers Do It Deeper
Composer(s): David Allen Coe
Performer(s): David Allen Coe
It was to cold to stay in the North
And LA seemd the most likely place I could be
Those Malibu nights
And those Hollywood lights, were blinding me
I longed for a lover
To help me discover
The key that would unlock loves door
While diving the reefs
Lord she changed my beliefs
As we made love on the ocean floor
And she whispered
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Sailors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
I moved from LA
For a good job with pay
Riding the range for the Double Bar J
Till the rodeo came
And I put in my name
For the bullriding contest that day
The Judges were watching
But they never noticed
the girl standing close to my chute
She picked me to win
I could tell by her grin
As she reached out and patted my boot
And she said
Divers do it deeper
Pilots do it higher
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Doctors do it cleaner
Bikers do it meaner
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger, stronger
Saliors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer
Dinsdag 2 april 2002
Bosom Of Abraham
Bosom Of Abraham
Composer(s): Phillip Brooks - William Johnson - George McFadden - Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Jubilee Four
Well you rock my soul
Down in the bosom of Abraham
Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham
He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham
Well a rich man lives, he lives so well
Children, when he dies on a lonely hill
Why don't you rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
Dinsdag 2 april 2002
Ditty Wah Ditty
Ditty Wah Ditty
Composer(s): Arthur Blake
Performer(s): Ry Cooder; Bob Kelly
There's a great big mystery
And it sure is worrying me
It's a ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, "Now who's in town?"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four
Said, "Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'"
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat
A lady sat on it and said, "Daddy you sho' is sweet"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone
Just give me that thing that you're sitting on"
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church
'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Maandag 1 april 2002
Art For Art's Sake
Art For Art's Sake
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10 cc
Give me your body
Give me your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind
Give me your love give me it all
Give me in the kitchen give me in the hall
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for God's sake
Give me the readies
Give me the cash
Give me a bullet
Give me a smash
Give me a silver give me a gold
Make it a million for when I get old
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for God's sake
Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money can't be beat Oh no
When you get down, down to the root
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
Still got to keep making the loot
Chauffeur driven
Got to make her quick as you can
Give her loving make you a man
Get her in the palm of your hand
Bread from Heaven
Give me a country
Where I can be free
Don't need the unions
Strangling me
Keep me in exile the rest of my days
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Art for arts sake
Money for God's sake
Maandag 1 april 2002
Dites, Si C'était Vrai
Dites, Si C'était Vrai
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Dites, dites, si c'était vrai
S'il était né vraiment à Bethléem, dans une étable
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si les rois Mages étaient vraiment venus de loin, de fort loin
Pour lui porter l'or, la myrrhe, l'encens
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai tout ce qu'ils ont écrit Luc, Matthieu
Et les deux autres
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai le coup des Noces de Cana
Et le coup de Lazare
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai ce qu'ils racontent les petits enfants
Le soir avant d'aller dormir
Vous savez bien, quand ils disent Notre Père, quand ils disent Notre Mère
Si c'était vrai tout cela
Je dirais oui
Oh, sûrement je dirais oui
Parce que c'est tellement beau tout cela
Quand on croit que c'est vrai
Zondag 31 maart 2002
Big City (Tol Hansse)
Big City
Performer(s): Tol Hansse
Waar ter wereld ik ook kwam
Nimmer trof ik zo een bende
Als in 't oude Amsterdam
Welgelegen aan het IJ
Leven zij daar vrij en blij
Ronkend in gepoetste blikkies
Vreemde vogels met hun stickies
Uit hun monden wolken rook
Als liepen zij op oliestook
Speedy kauwend met hun tanden
Geen parkeerplaats meer voorhanden
En daar sta je op de stoep
Glijend door de hondepoep
Ja 't is d'r druk genoeg
Op de straat en in de kroeg
Waar Bolle Jan z'n biertje hijst
En de jukebox vrolijk krijst
Z'n vrouw die krijgt haar eerste wee
Op 'n zaaltje in 't WG
Lijkt de baby op z'n vader
Wordt 't wel een keizersnee
Van een metertje of twee
Amsterdam holadiee
Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
Hare Krishna's op de dam
Douwen in je hand een brieffie
Hoe je happy leven kan
Zo te zien en volgens mij
Zijn ze zelf niet zo blij
De haringman staat op z'n stekkie
Met een bleek vertrokken bekkie
Eet 'm nou maar op meneer
Met die walmen van 't verkeer
'k Neem u echt niet in de maling
Is 't zo gerookte paling
En daar staat een Arabier
Eet patat met veel plezier
Gebakken in, da's interessant
De olie uit z'n vaderland
Een Engelsman zit shocking klem
Between de deuren van de tram
Een dame als een toverfee
In een grote BMW
Wil je van 't trottoir afracen
't Zal wel een temeier wezen
Met d'r vent in de WW
Amsterdam holadiee
Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
En Thorbecke schudt z'n knar
Ziet ze gaan en ziet ze komen
Hangend aan de volle bar
Lessen zij hun grote dorst
Aan de barvrouw's blote borst
't Wijkgebouw dat staat te trillen
Als daar de gitaren gillen
Want de beat-band uit de buurt
Heeft 'r weer een zaal gehuurd
Ome Jaap die trekt benee
Z'n accordeon in twee
Tante Jans in de bistro
Eet andijvie uit een po
Waar de trams de hoek om gillen
Of ze katten staat te villen
En je redt je vege lijf
Anders word je koud en stijf
Met al die mensen op een kluit
Denk je soms "ik wil d'r uit"
Eenzaam in je blote billen
Door een oerwoud lopen rillen
Nee dat valt toch ook niet mee
Amsterdam holadiee
Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
Zondag 31 maart 2002
Disturbance
Disturbance
Composer(s): Roy Wood
Performer(s): The Move
When I was a little boy
my mama dropped me on my head
I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor
made note of how I did
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
At the age of seven I just couldn't read my ABC
but I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Reach the age of 21 ain't got no key to fit my door
day and night I'm looning around
just don't know what I'm looking for
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
I was 97 and I'm sure my brain it had enough
racing round in jet planes cause
my sports car ain't quite fast enough
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
Zaterdag 30 maart 2002
Arrullo De Dios
Arrullo De Dios
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Esta casa la compro sin fortuna
esta casa la compro con amor
pa' que jueguen mis hijos con la luna
pa' que jueguen mis hijos con el sol
Yo les quiero dejar lo que no tuve
yo los quiero mirar poco a poco crecer
y alcanzar una nube
Yo quisiera que Dios
Que Dios los arrullara
y un mañana distinto
y un distinto mañana
tambien que Dios les regalara...
Yo les quiero dejar lo que no tuve
yo los quiero mirar
poco a poco crecer
y alcanzar una nube
Yo quisiera que Dios
que Dios los arrullara
y un mañana distinto
y un distinto mañana
tambien que Dios los despertara...
Zaterdag 30 maart 2002
Distant Shores
Distant Shores
Composer(s): James William Guercio
Performer(s): Chad & Jeremy
Sweet soft summer nights
Dancing shadows in the distant lights
You came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores
Long quiet hours of play
Sounds of tomorrow from yesterday
Love came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores
The careful glance of children playing
Raindrops fall as if they're saying
Quiet thoughts of you caressed by time
The breeze of summer's gone
Whispered memories as nights grow long
You came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores
Vrijdag 29 maart 2002
Arrows Of Light
Arrows Of Light
Composer(s): Bruce Cockburn
Performer(s): Bruce Cockburn
Arrows of light
come
pierce my soul
pierce my soul
Breath of the bright
wind
make us one
make us one
Life is singing
like a great bell ringing
Vrijdag 29 maart 2002
Distant Drums
Distant Drums
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
Performer(s): Jim Reeves
I hear the sound of distant drums
Far away, far away
And if they call for me to come
Then I must go, and you must stay
So, Mary, marry me, let's not wait
Let's share all the time we can before it's too late
Love me now, for now is all the time there may be
If you love me, Mary, Mary, marry me
I hear the sound of bugles blow'
Far away, far away
And if they call, then I must go
Across the sea, so wild and grey
So, Mary, marry me, let's not wait
Or the distant drums might change our wedding day
And love me now, for now is all the time there may be
If you love me, Mary, Mary, marry me
Donderdag 28 maart 2002
I Feel Love
I Feel Love
Composer(s): Donna Summer - Giorgio Moroder - Pete Bellotte
First release by: Donna Summer - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
Ooh
it's so good, it's so good
it's so good, it's so good
it's so good
Ooh
heaven knows, heaven knows
heaven knows, heaven knows
heaven knows
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Ooh
fallin' free, fallin' free
fallin' free, fallin' free
fallin' free
Ooh
you and me, you and me
you and me, you and me
you and me
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Ooh
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you
Ooh
what you do, what you do
what you do, what you do
what you do
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Donderdag 28 maart 2002
Fernando & Filippo
