Maandag 24 januari 1983
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Zondag 23 januari 1983
In A Mansion Stands My Love
In A Mansion Stands My Love
Composer(s): Johnny Russell
Performer(s): Jim Reeves
and multiple other artists
On a mountain stands a mansion so fine
And it looks down on this cabin of mine
I had a love and I loved her true
But along came a rich man and loved her too
Now, on a mountain, in a mansion stands my love
Well, he promised he'd buy her diamond rings
Yes, he promised fancy dresses and things
He promised everything indeed
But he can't buy the love that a poor heart needs
On a mountain in a mansion so fine
Now, I know that she's not happy there
And I know that she's got pain bad
My only dream is that some day
She'll come right back here and stay
In the cabin, in the valley, with me
On a mountain stands a mansion so fine
And it looks down on this cabin of mine
I had a love and I loved her true
But along came a rich man and loved her too
Now, on a mountain, in a mansion stands my love....
Zondag 23 januari 1983
Nadie Detiene Al Amor En Un Lugar
Nadie Detiene Al Amor En Un Lugar
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Ya está bien asi
no ves lo que pasó
pensamos que jamás iba a pasar...
nadie detiene al amor en un lugar
sólo recuerdo tu voz, pidiendo que acercara aquel metal
sólo quedamos tu y yo en la inmensidad
No podré vivir sin ti, lo se
quebrado en una celda en soledad
nadie detiene al amor al lugar
sólo recuerdo tu voz, pidiendo que golpeara sin piedad
es que nadie detiene al amor en un lugar...
Sobre la madrugada
te até con infinita calma
la mañana disipó las aguas
cuando despertaste no dijieste nada
nada, nada, nada
nada, nada más
Zaterdag 22 januari 1983
In A Little Town Near By
In A Little Town Near By
Composer(s): Florence Turner-Maley; Amy Ashmore Clark
Performer(s): William Simmons
In mem'ry I see an old homestead rare
That was heaven on earth to me
It was plain and so humble, yet naugh can compare
With that spot where I long to be
In a little house on a little street
In a little town near by
Where the roses climb o'er the garden wall
And you hear the robins cry
Where peace and rest make life seem blest
When I'm weary how I sigh
For that little house on a little street
In a little town near by
In fancy I see the old fireplace
And you, Mother mine, sitting there
As the glow from your embers enlightened your face
When you sat in your rocking chair
In a little house on a little street
In a little town near by
Where the roses climb o'er the garden wall
And you hear the robins cry
Where peace and rest make life seem blest
When I'm weary how I sigh
For that little house on a little street
In a little town near by
Zaterdag 22 januari 1983
Nadie
Nadie
Performer(s): Raphael
Al llegar la madrugada
Cuando tu te vas de mi
Voy vagando por las calles
Y pensando solo en ti
No comprendo por que
Yo me enamore
Y quisiera saber
Cuando, cuando, cuando
Yo te tendre
A veces sueño que los dos
Estemos por fin unidos
Me dices una y otra vez
Que siempre estaras conmigo
Pero no hay nadie
Nadie, nadie cerca de mi
Pero no tengo a nadie
A nadie, nadie lejos de ti
Yo soy libre como el viento
Que murmura una cancion
Tengo libre el pensamiento
Tengo libre el corazon
Vrijdag 21 januari 1983
In A Little Spanish Town
In A Little Spanish Town
(Dutch Version: Aan Het Spaanse Strand - 1974)
Composer(s): Sam Lewis; Joe Young; Mabel Wayne
First release by: Paul Whiteman & His Orch. - 1926
Covered by multiple other artists
In a little Spanish town, 'twas on a night like this
Stars were peek-a-booing down, 'twas on a night like this
I whispered "Be true to me" and she sighed "si, si"
Many skies have turned to grey because we're far apart
Many moons have passed away and she's still in my heart
We made a promise and sealed it with a kiss
In a little Spanish town, 'twas on a night like this
Vrijdag 21 januari 1983
Nada Particular
Nada Particular
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ross Collum;
Sandy McLelland; Andy Ross; Toulson-Clarke
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Vuelo herido y no sé adonde ir
con la rabia cansada de andar
me han pedido que olvide todo
enfin... nada particular
Otra vida y volver a empezar
No te pido una patria fugaz
Dignamente un abrazo
enfin... nada particular
Canta y vuela libre
como canta la paloma
Dame una isla en
el medio del mar
Llámala Libertad
Canta fuerte hermano
Dime que el viento no
no la hundira
Que mi historia no traiga dolor
que mis manos trabajen la paz
que si muero me mates de amor
nada particular
Donderdag 20 januari 1983
In A Little Dutch Kindergarten
In A Little Dutch Kindergarten (aka Down By The Zuiderzee)
Composer(s): Herre De Vos - Al Bryan - L. Rosenstock
Performer(s): Bobby Breen
In a little Dutch kindergarten
By the little old Zuiderzee
There was started the sweetest romance
That anyone could see
She was dimpled and round and rosy
There was mischief within his eyes
But the teacher was never nosey
So the teacher never got wise
They would share their sweets
Each day in the sweetest way
That was twenty years ago
And they do the same today
Now they're married and they're so happy
And they're sending their children three
To that little Dutch kindergarten
Down by the Zuiderzee
Donderdag 20 januari 1983
Nada Nos Separará
Nada Nos Separará
Composer(s): Jean Felix; Francis Lalanne
Performer(s): José Feliciano
Prométeme amor mío
que si vives más que yo
nunca sufrirás el frío
de la ausencia que cayó
si la muerte me programa
en su gran computador
no pienses que será un drama
no piense en lo peor
Piensa en mí como te quiero
nada nos separará
piensa en mi cómo te quiero
y eso nos protegerá
piensa en mi cómo te quiero
nuestra vida no se irá
aunque me lleve la muerte con ella
nada nos separará
En primavera el invierno
siempre se convertirá
y en paraíso el infierno
si lo quieres cambiará
si la muerte me programa
en su gran computador
sólo me sacará el alma
no se llevará mi amor
Piensa en mi cómo te quiero......
Woensdag 19 januari 1983
In A Golden Coach (There's a Heart of Gold)
In A Golden Coach (There's a Heart of Gold)
Composer(s): Ronald Jamieson; Harry Leon
Performer(s): Dickie Valentine; Billy Cotton
On a day in June, when the flowers are in Bloom
That day will make history, yes, world history
The warm, friendly sun will shine down on dear old London town
And this wonderful picture you'll see
In a golden coach, there's a heart of gold
Driving through old London town
With the sweetest Queen the world's ever seen
Wearing her golden crown
As she drives in state through the palace gate
Her beauty the whole world will see
In a golden coach there's a heart of gold
That belongs to you and me
In a golden coach, there's a heart of gold
Driving through old London town
She's the sweetest Queen the world's ever seen
Wearing her golden crown.
As she drives in state through the palace gate
Her beauty the whole world will see
In a golden coach there's a heart of gold
That belongs to you and me
Woensdag 19 januari 1983
Nada Más Que Nada
Nada Más Que Nada
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Heridas como manos enlazadas
con nudos de una silenciosa trampa
temores que deforman las palabras
sonidos de mortal ineficacia
intentan una equívoca jugada
gratuita como el aire de las jaulas
enferma la razón tiene morada
haciendo de saliva a las montañas
Qué pasa, que no hay nada más que nada
nada de nada
nada más que nada
El frío del pasado a las espaldas
construye espejos tras cada ventana
la luz, cuando una vela está apagada
tropieza con su llama imaginaria
Se agrieta una canción en la guitarra
regando sus latidos en voz baja
y así, inexorable, el tiempo pasa
inmóvil, detenido en su mortaja
Qué pasa, que no hay nada más que nada
nada de nada
nada más que nada
Dinsdag 18 januari 1983
In A Country Churchyard
In A Country Churchyard
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people
Gathered all around to join a man and woman
Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill
A lovely girl is coming down
To give her hand upon her wedding day...
Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair
Music as she walks slowly to the altar
And picking up his bible then the preacher turns towards her
"Will you take this man to be your wedded husband
to honour and love in the eyes of God above
Now let the people sing with me
The words to live forever in your heart...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly away"
Many years have fallen on that golden country morning
The graveyard's overgrown, the church lies in ruins
Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me
As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone
I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves
And suddenly it seemed to me
I heard the words like singing in the trees...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly, fly away...
Dinsdag 18 januari 1983
Nada Mas Preciado
Nada Mas Preciado
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Tu amor es un karma
Es parte de la red
Pero me hace bien
Tu amor es una danza
Y volvemos a caer
En la trampa
Muy bien, hombre rana
No te fíes de mí, voy siguiéndote
Ya sé mis entrañas
También hay flores para tí esperándote
Nada más preciado para mí
Salvando las entrañas
Apenas toco tu piel
Voy abriéndome
Si calmo mis ansias
Podré pasar de ser un pez a un demente
La verdad es que no me importa
Sólo trato de hacerlo bien
Como un loco perdido en la lluvia mi amor
Descalzo
Nada más preciado para mi
Maandag 17 januari 1983
In A Big Country
In A Big Country
Composer(s): Stuart Adamson; Mark Brzezicki; Tony Butler; Bruce Watson
First release by: Big Country - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Come up screaming
Come up screaming
I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through
Another season passes by you
I never took the smile away from anybody's face
And that's a desperate way to look
For someone who is still a child
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
Stay alive
So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
Stay alive
Stay alive
Maandag 17 januari 1983
Nada Del Mundo Real
Nada Del Mundo Real
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Nada del mundo real
nada del mundo real
desaparecerá, desaparecerá...
...nada en el mundo es real
nada en el mundo es real
desaparecerá, desaparecerá...
El calor de la mañana
sensación de estar en nada
corazón dentro de mi alma
nuestro amor fue con el agua...
Cine trash de los suicidas
altamar de las heridas
luz de gas
luz tan divina
y es así
pasa la vida
solo la vida
única vida...
...es nuestra vida
nada del mundo real
Zondag 16 januari 1983
Eleven More Months And Ten More Days
Eleven More Months And Ten More Days
Composer(s): Arthur Fields - Fred Hall
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists
I’m in the lock-up 20 days, just 20 days ago
I met the judge, the kind old judge, who was feeling fine and so
He gave me just a year in jail
A sociable sort of gink
All on account of a gallon of beer that I thought I could drink
In 11 more months and 10 more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose
The other day, the warden said
We’d like to bring you cheer
And give you lots of different sports
While you are stopping here
Now just what athletics do you think that you would you like?
I said - if it’s all the same to you
I’d like to go on an ‘ike
In 11 more months and 10 more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose
Now we play football once a week
And you should see the score
Every player steals a goal
He’s stolen things before
There’s lots of folks
Who’d like to see us when we play
But they built a wall around the place
To keep the crowds away
In 11 more months and 10 more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose
One dreary winter’s evening
When the place was covered in gloom
There came an ominous rumbling
From the prisoners’ dining room
“Oh, the food is simply atrocious here
I much prefer Sing-Sing”
There were shouts and roars
And banging of doors
And bells began to ring (That’s enough!)
It was mutiny in the prison – a terrible sin
The warden ran to the dining room
To try and stop the din
And what do you think he saw there
When at last he did get in?
A man was on top of a table
Doing a song and a dance
He shouted to the warden
“Here – I won the Treble Chance”
The warden’s face turned purple
And he bellowed out: Oh heck
You can’t leave here for another year
So how will you cash the cheque?
In 11 more months and 10 more days
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose
Zondag 16 januari 1983
Nada (Raphael)
Nada
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Nada, nada de lo tuyo necesito
Nada, nada, ni tu amor que ya no es mio
Nada, nada, yo de ti ya no quiero nada
Llevate los libros que leias
Y el sillon en que tu te sentabas
Y aquel vaso gris en que bebias
Llevate el aroma de tu cuerpo
Que a mi no me quede nada por la casa
Ni siquiera el eco de un recuerdo
Nada, nada, nada, nada
Nada, nada de lo tuyo me hace falta
Nada, nada, ni siquiera tus palabras
Nada, nada, yo de ti ya no quiero nada
Llevate las noches de cariño
Las paredes blancas que nos vieron
Y las cosas que nos prometimos
No te dejes nada por favor
Que no quede nada de este amor
Que no queda nada, nada
Zaterdag 15 januari 1983
Impressioni Di Settembre
Impressioni Di Settembre
Composer(s): Franco Mussida; Mogol; Mauro Pagani
First release by: Premiata Forneria Marconi - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me
cerco il sole, ma non c'è
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so
Già l'odor di terra, odor di grano
sale adagio verso me
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano
respiro la nebbia, penso a te
Quanto verde tutto intorno, e ancor più in là
sembra quasi un mare d'erba
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda...
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me
Faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già fuggito
respiro la nebbia, penso a te
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono un uomo, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo
e intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già
il giorno come sempre sarà
Zaterdag 15 januari 1983
Nada (Juan Carlos Baglietto)
Nada
Composer(s): Jose Dames; Horacio Sanguinetti
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto;
and various other artists
He llegado hasta tu casa
yo no se como he podido!
si me han dicho que no estas
que ya nunca volveras...
Si me han dicho que te has ido
cuanta nieve hay en mi alma!
que silencio hay en tu puerta!
al llegar hasta el umbral
un candado de dolor
me detuvo el corazon
Nada, nada queda en tu natal
solo telarañas que teje el yuyal
el rosal tampoco existe
y es seguro que se ha muerto al irte tú
todo es una cruz!
Nada, nada mas que tristeza y quietud
nadie que me diga si vives aún
donde estas para decirte
que hoy he vuelto arrepentido
a buscar tu amor
Ya me alejo de tu casa
y me voy yo ni se a donde
sin querer te digo adiós
y hasta el eco de tu voz
de la nada me responde
En la cruz de tu candado
por tu pena yo he rezado
y ha rodado en tu portón
una lagrima hecha flor
de mi pobre corazón
Vrijdag 14 januari 1983
Impossible!: It's Possible!
