Maandag 21 februari 1983
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Zondag 20 februari 1983
In The Basement
In The Basement
Composer(s): Billy Davis; Raynard Miner; Carl Williams Smith
Performer(s): Etta James
and multiple other artists
Ohh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long?
In the basement, down in the basement, yeah
Oh where can you go when your money gets low?
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be safe
In the basement, down in the basement, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where can you dance to any music you choose?
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Oh, you got the comforts of home, a nightclub too
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
There’s no cover charge or fee and the food and drinks are free
In the basement, down in the basement
Come on child, you can do it, you can do it, yeah
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, in the basement, in the basement that’s where its at
(You tell ‘em)
Where they don’t, where they don’t check you age at the door
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Barracuda and ??? ‘til your feet get sore
In the basement, whoa down in the basement
Do any dance you want to do, there’s no one under you
In the basement, I know it, you tell ‘em oh-h-h-h I wanna go
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
In the basement, that’s where it’s at
Zondag 20 februari 1983
N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Fleur carnivore d'aéroport
Bijou fragile roule et rutile
Où sont tes ailes pour le futur?
Si tu choisis d'enfanter la démesure
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Des étagères pour les idées
Un vieil enfer à réchauffer
La femme objet dans la baignoire
Et la misère au Brown Sugar
Le lit est froid un vrai poignard
C'est le parking du désespoir
Le ciel est bleu comme en enfer
Sur Las Vegas dans le désert
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Les lumières jaunes de notre zone
Sentent l'ozone et la mer
Les tueurs pâles de l'arrière salle
Vont te parler en plein air
Dealers de mots et de boussoles
D'idées usées par la racole
Castreurs séniles aux ongles noirs
Tout se bouscule dans l'entonnoir
Les soirs craquants où tu hésites
Entre la marge et sa limite
Quand tu es là contre sa peau
Bien à l'abri dans tes yeux clos
Ils vont te braquer au bout du voyage
Si t'es encore vivant, pour refermer la cage
Ne signe pas la carte et flambe les dollars
Sinon tu n'es plus rien desséché, dérisoire!
Tu ne veux pas te vendre, alors tu meurs!
On te bouffera de l'intérieur
Sois une flèche en altitude!
Un baiser dans la solitude
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne
N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais
N'appartiens jamais à personne
Zaterdag 19 februari 1983
In Honolulu By The Sea
In Honolulu By The Sea
Composer(s): Jack Frost
It's just the time the moon is shining down
In Honolulu by the sea
It's just the time the ukeleles sound
In Honolulu by the sea
Sleep, dream, my Honolulu lady
Tho' I'm far away from thee
Sweet breezes whisper love songs as of you
When last you said farewell to me
The same old silv'ry moon is shining there
In Honolulu by the sea
With same sweet songs the night birds fill the air
In Honolulu by the sea
Sleep, dream, my ukelele lady
Won't you sing once more to me
The songs that used to drive away all care
In Honolulu by the sea
Once again I seem to hear her softly singing
"Aloha oe, aloha oe"
When thro' the pines the ukeleles ringing
bring back the happy days that used to be
Honey Lou, my tears are falling
As I seem to hear you softly calling me
"Aloha oe, aloha oe"
In Honolulu by the sea
Zaterdag 19 februari 1983
Napoli Chante
Napoli Chante
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand je te serre entre mes bras
Napoli chante
Napoli chante, rien que pour moi
Comme un guaglione en plein soleil
D'une vois pure et sans pareil
Ensorcelante
A mon oreille
Quand nos cœurs jouent le même accord
Napoli danse
Napoli danse, le diable au corps
Avec fureur avec génie
Pleine d'amour de frénésie
Et d'insolence
Jusqu'à l'aurore
J'ai des soleils sur mes murs gris
Qui se dessinent
Des coins de ciel lavés de pluie
Qui s'illuminent
Des arcs-en-ciel peignant nos nuits
De mille teintes
Que de merveilles au fond des cris
De nos étreintes
Quand tes yeux plongent dans les miens
Napoli parle
Napoli parle, avec les mains
Un peu de tout, beaucoup de rien
D'amour, de bonheur et de vin
Napoli parle
Napolitain
Quand ton amour brûle mon cœur
Napoli chante
Napoli chante notre bonheur
Elle se prend pour Caruso
Chante plus fort chante plus haut
Tonitruante
Le bel canto
Quand ton regard hante mes jours
Napoli rêve
Napoli rêve au grand amour
Amour profond, amour folie
Commis au fond d'un vaste lit
Et fille d'Ève
A ton sein lourd
Quand tu es loin, je broie du noir
Tout semble terne
Tous les drapeaux de mes espoirs
Restent en berne
Je suis inquiet, je suis jaloux
Et m'imagine
Que tous les dieux sont contre nous
Et m'assassinent
Mais quand tu rentres et ris de moi
Napoli chante
Napoli chante à pleine voix
Sa mélodie vole dans l'air
Se mêle au vent défie la mer
Reconnaissante
Que tu sois là
Napoli chante
L'hymne à la joie
Vrijdag 18 februari 1983
In Hollywood
In Hollywood
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt; Jacques Morali
Performer(s): Village People
Take a bus, a train or a plane to Hollywood
Go there and then change your name
You die your hair out there, it's part of the game
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Tell the bank that you need a loan
Go sell your house and every little thing that you own
You'll make your dream, forget what you've ever known
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Now you're set, so follow the rules
Don't need a house unless it comes with the pool
Buy some new clothes and then you've got to be cool
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In sty-y-y-yle (get in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle
Say hi-i-i-i (saying hi-i-i) as you cruise by-y-y-y
(Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)
Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
(Holly-Hollywood, Holly-Hollywood) come on
Now it's time to get a new car
You know the kind that has a phone and a bar
You'll soon forget the per-son you really are
You're gonna be a star, a big star
Tell your friends you walked off the stage
Then slip outside and call and have yourself paged
Get on the phone and scream as though in a rage
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In sty-y-y-yle (be in style) L.A. sty-y-y-yle (L.A. sty-y-y-yle)
Say hi-i-i-i (say hi) as you cruise by-y-y-y (as you cruise by)
(Listen here) 'cause everybody is a star in Hollywood (well)
Everybody is a star in Hollywood (alright)
Let's go to (Holly-Hollywood) Hollywood (Holly-Hollywood) so good
(Holly-Hollywood) well (Holly-Hollywood) alright
Studio (what), lights (lights), music (music), action (action)
Dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
Vrijdag 18 februari 1983
Napoléon IV
Napoléon IV
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Parce qu'un Corse lui fit la cour
Au doux temps de ses illusions
Me mère en me donnant le jour
Me prénomma Napoléon
En haut d'un vieil hôtel miteux
Je règne sur une chaise et un pieu
Mes Tuileries donnent au fond d'la cour
J'suis l'Napoléon des faubourgs
Si ma Joséphine
C'est une chouette gamine
Elle est vite à bout d'arguments
Pour m'faire oublier le temps présent
Mais sans crier gare
Quand j'en aurai marre
D'jouer à cache-cache avec la mouise
J'croquerai la dot à Marie-Louise
J'travaillais chez Pitt & Cobourg
Des gars qui n'font jamais d'cadeaux
Et ne vous laissent sur les os
Que d'quoi faire la peau d'un tambour
Au blocus de mon estomac
Ils s'amusèrent pendant des mois
Pour me vider comme dans l'histoire
De leur usine de Trafalgar
J'suis dans la débime
Et ma Joséphine
Qui ne vit pas que d'l'air du temps
Va me laisser choir sur le champ
Sur le champ de bataille
Quand l'amour se taille
On arrive au bout d'son rouleau
Moi j'viens d'connaître mon Waterloo
J'ai eu beau faire donner la garde
A trop compter sur les souris
On s'retrouve dans un terrain vague
Du côté de la Plaine Saint-Denis
C'est là qu'sans pognon sans amour
Comme Napoléon dans son île
J'finirai ma vie en exil
Mais dans cet exil des faubourgs
J'aurai pas la veine
Comme à Sainte-Hélène
De voir le soleil sur la mer
Jouer au fond les golfes clairs
J'suis rayé d'l'Histoire
Jusqu'au jour de gloire
Où les pieds joints, le teint livide
On m'fera l'honneur des Invalides
Donderdag 17 februari 1983
In Heaven There Is No Beer
In Heaven There Is No Beer
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Brave Combo
and multiple other artists
In Heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're all gone from here
Our friends will be drinking all the beer
In Heaven there is no wine
So we drink till we feel fine
And when we leave this all behind
Our friends will be drinking all the wine
In Heaven there is no fear
So we worry too much here
And we drink ourselves full of beer
To help us when we deal with the fear
In Heaven there are no drugs
That's why we hang with thugs
And when the Lord pulls the plug
All the thugs will still be selling drugs, yeah
Thugs and drugs
Beer...
In Heaven there is no sex
So let's do that next
And when our muscles no longer flex
Someone else will be having sex
In Heaven there are no wars
Or cars, or movie stars
And when we no longer are
The world will probably still be having wars
What the heck! Yeah!
Sex and war
Bars and cars
Drugs, thugs
And delicious food
Donderdag 17 februari 1983
Napoléon
Napoléon
Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Un jour se lève sur l'empereur et son exil
A Sainte Hélène, Napoléon dans sa piscine
Il finit son crème
Bien à l'abri de Joséphine, Joséphine
Du bout des doigts une Anglaise lui masse les reins
La chaîne trois passe un film sur les Indiens
Très loin de là, ça révolutionne à Pékin, à Pékin
La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
J'arrive attends-moi
Un jour se lève sur le bleu de l'éternité
A Sainte Hélène c'est le Club Méditerrannée
Et sur ses lèvres, l'Anglaise dépose un baiser, un baiser
Vive la France, et vive le Royaume-Uni
Sa peau est blanche sous les doigts du petit génie
Ronde est sa hanche, ça vaut les femmes de Paris, de Paris
La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
J'arrive attends-moi
Un jour se lève sur notre vie de tous les jours
Un peu de rêve, et la vie change de contours
Ton Sainte Hélène, réinvente-le chaque jour, chaque jour
La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
J'arrive attends-moi
La tête à l'envers ça change les idées
Pour vivre à l'envers faudrait pas me pousser
Tu finis ton verre je finis mon café
J'arrive attends-moi
Woensdag 16 februari 1983
In Ginocchio Da Te
In Ginocchio Da Te
Composer(s): Bruno Zambrini; Franco Migliacci
First release by: Gianni Morandi - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1964 - Je N'ai Jamais Pu T'oublier
1965 - Ich Werde Warten
Io voglio per me le tue carezze
si' io t'amo piu' della mia vita
Ritornero'
in ginocchio da te
l'altra non e'
non e' niente per me
Ora lo so
ho sbagliato con te
ritornero' in ginocchio da te
e bacero' le tue mani amor
negli occhi tuoi
che hanno pianto per me
io cerchero'
il perdono da te
e bacero' le tue mani amor
Io voglio per me le tue carezze
si' io t'amo piu' della mia vita
Io cerchero'
il perdono da te
e bacero' le tue mani amor
Ritornero' in ginocchio da te
l'altra non e'
non e' niente per me
Ora lo so
ho sbagliato con te
ritornero' in ginocchio da te
Si, io t'amo piu' della mia vita!
Io voglio per me le tue carezze
si, io t'amo piu' della mia vita
Woensdag 16 februari 1983
Não Sonho Mais
Não Sonho Mais
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Aquilo del Nisso; Elba Ramalho
Hoje eu sonhei contigo
Tanta desdita, amor
Nem te digo
Tanto castigo
Que eu tava aflita de te contar
Foi um sonho medonho
Desses que às vezes a gente sonha
E baba na fronha
E se urina toda
E quer sufocar
Meu amor
Vi chegando um trem do candango
Formando um bando
Mas que era um bando de orangotango
Pra te pegar
Vinha nego humilhado
Vinha morto-vivo
Vinha flagelado
De tudo que é lado
Vinha um bom motivo
Pra te esfolar
Quanto mais tu corria
Mais tu ficava
Mais atolava
Mais te sujava
Amor, tu fedia
Espestava o ar
Tu, que foi tão valente
Chorou pra gente
Pediu piedade
E olha que maldade
Me deu vontade
De gargalhar
Ao pé da ribanceira
Acabou-se a liça
E escarrei-te inteira
A tua carniça
E tinha justiça
Nesse escarrar
Te rasgamo a carcaça
Descemo a ripa
Viramo as tripa
Comemo os ovo
Ai, e aquele povo
Pôs-se a cantar
Foi um sonho medonho
Desses que às vezes a gente sonha
E baba na fronha
E se urina toda
E já não tem paz
Pois eu sonhei contigo
E caí da cama
Ai, amor, não briga
Ai, diz que me ama
E eu não sonho mais
Dinsdag 15 februari 1983
In France They Kiss On Main Street
In France They Kiss On Main Street
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975
Covered by: David Lahm - 2000
Downtown
My darling dimestore thief
In the War of Independence
Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory
Under neon signs
A girl was in bloom
And a woman was fading
In a suburban room
I said, "Take me to the dance"
"Do you want to dance?"
"I love to dance"
And I told him, "They don't take chances
They seem so removed from romance"
"They've been broken in churches and schools
And molded to middle class circumstance"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown
The dance halls and cafes
Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart
Just doing the latest dance craze
Gail and Louise
In those push-up brassieres
Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
Drinking up the band's beers
Young love was kissing under bridges
Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
And we were walking down Main Street
Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
"In France they kiss on Main Street"
"Amour, mama, not cheap display"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
And songs from the hit parade
He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love"
While he's racking up his free play
Let those rock 'n roll choir boys
Come and carry us away
Sometimes Chickie had the car
Or Ron had a car
Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
We'd all go looking for a party
Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
And I'd be kissing in the back seat
Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
And we'd be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Dinsdag 15 februari 1983
Não Identificado
Não Identificado
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso;
Gal Costa; Portastatic; Paulo Ricardo
Eu vou fazer uma canção prá ela
Uma canção singela, brasileira
Para lançar depois do carnaval
Eu vou fazer um iê-iê-iê romântico
Um anticomputador sentimental
Eu vou fazer uma canção de amor
Para gravar num disco voador
Uma canção dizendo tudo a ela
Que ainda estou sozinho, apaixonado
Para lançar no espaço sideral
Minha paixão há de brilhar na noite
No céu de uma cidade do interior
Como um objeto não identificado
Que ainda estou sozinho e apaixonado
Como um objeto não identificado
Para gravar num disco voador
Eu vou fazer uma canção de amor
Como um objeto não identificado
Maandag 14 februari 1983
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields
Composer(s): John McRae
Performer(s): Robert Powell
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Maandag 14 februari 1983
Não Fala De Maria
Não Fala De Maria
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Não fala de Maria
Maria lembra mar
Que lembra aquele dia
Que não é bom lembrar
Que dia, que tristeza
Que noite, que agonia
Que puxa a correnteza
E traz a maresia
E bate aquele vento
Que lembra um assobio
Que lembra um sofrimento
Que eu não merecia
Não fala não, te esconjuro
Que só de imaginar
O tempo fica escuro
E o espanto agita o mar
Que lembra aquele dia
Que lembra uma canção
Que faz lembrar Maria
E aí não lembro não
A coisa fica séria
É como um turbilhão
Fazendo uma miséria
No meu coração
Zondag 13 februari 1983
In Fila Per Tre
In Fila Per Tre
Composer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Performer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Presto vieni qui, ma su, non fare così
ma non li vedi quanti altri bambini
che sono tutti come te, che stanno in fila per tre
che sono bravi e che non piangono mai
è il primo giorno però domani ti abituerai
e ti sembrerà una cosa normale
fare la fila per tre, risponder sempre di si
e comportarti da persona civile
Vi insegnerò la morale, a recitar le preghiere
ad amar la patria e la bandiera
noi siamo un popolo di eroi e di grandi inventori
e discendiamo dagli antichi Romani
E questa stufa che c'è basta appena per me
perciò smettetela di protestare
e non fate rumore, quando arriva il direttore
tutti in piedi e battete le mani
Sei già abbastanza grande, sei già abbastanza forte
ora farò di te un vero uomo
ti insegnerò a sparare, ti insegnerò l'onore
ti insegnerò ad ammazzare i cattivi
e sempre in fila per tre, marciate tutti con me
e ricordatevi i libri di storia
noi siamo i buoni e perciò abbiamo sempre ragione
andiamo dritti verso la gloria
Ora sei un uomo e devi cooperare
mettiti in fila senza protestare
e se fai il bravo ti faremo avere
un posto fisso e la promozione
e poi ricordati che devi conservare
l'integrità del nucleo familiare
firma il contratto, non farti pregare
se vuoi far parte delle persone serie
Ora che sei padrone delle tue azioni
ora che sai prendere decisioni
ora che sei in grado di fare le tue scelte
ed hai davanti a te tutte le strade aperte
prendi la strada giusta e non sgarrare se no
poi te ne facciamo pentire
mettiti in fila e non ti allarmare perchè
ognuno avrà la sua giusta razione
A qualche cosa devi pur rinunciare
in cambio di tutta la libertà che ti abbiamo fatto avere
perciò adesso non recriminare
mettiti in fila e torna a lavorare
e se proprio non trovi niente da fare
non fare la vittima se ti devi sacrificare
perché in nome del progresso della nazione
in fondo in fondo puoi sempre emigrare
ehi ehi, ehi, avanti, ehi avanti in fila per tre...
Zondag 13 februari 1983
Não Existe Pecado Ao Sul Do Equador
Não Existe Pecado Ao Sul Do Equador
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Ney Matogrosso; Quarteto em Cy
Não existe pecado do lado de baixo do equador
Vamos fazer um pecado rasgado, suado, a todo vapor
Me deixa ser teu escracho, capacho, teu cacho
Um riacho de amor
Quando é lição de esculacho, olha aí, sai de baixo
Que eu sou professor
Deixa a tristeza pra lá, vem comer, me jantar
Sarapatel, caruru, tucupi, tacacá
Vê se me usa, me abusa, lambuza
Que a tua cafuza
Não pode esperar
Deixa a tristeza pra lá, vem comer, me jantar
Sarapatel, caruru, tucupi, tacacá
Vê se esgota, me bota na mesa
Que a tua holandesa
Não pode esperar
Não existe pecado do lado de baixo do equador
Vamos fazer um pecado, rasgado, suado a todo vapor
Me deixa ser teu escracho, teu cacho
Um riacho de amor
Quando é missão de esculacho, olha aí, sai de baixo
Que eu sou embaixador
Zaterdag 12 februari 1983
In Einem Kühlen Grunde
In Einem Kühlen Grunde
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Comedian Harmonists
In einem kühlen Grunde
da geht ein Mühlenrad
Mein Liebchen ist verschwunden
das dort gewohnet hat
Mein Liebchen ist verschwunden
das dort gewohnet hat
Sie hat mir Treu versprochen
gab mir ein'n Ring dabei
Sie hat die Treu gebrochen
Das Ringlein sprang entzwei
Sie hat die Treu gebrochen
Das Ringlein sprang entzwei
Hör ich das Mühlrad gehen
ich weiß nicht, was ich will
Ich möcht am liebsten sterben
da wärs auf einmal still
Ich möcht am liebsten sterben
da wärs auf einmal still
Zaterdag 12 februari 1983
Nanna's Lied
Nanna's Lied
English Title: Nanna's Song
Composer(s): Bertolt Brecht; Kurt Weill
Performer(s): Ute Lemper;
and various other artists
Meine Herren, mit siebzehn Jahren
Kam ich auf den Liebesmarkt
Und ich habe viel erfahren
Böses gab es viel
Doch das war das Spiel
Aber manches hab’ ich doch verargt
(Schließlich bin ich ja auch ein Mensch)
Gott sei Dank geht alles schnell vorüber
Auch die Liebe und der Kummer sogar
Wo sind die Tränen von gestern abend?
Wo ist die Schnee vom vergangenen Jahr?
Freilich geht man mit den Jahren
Leichter auf den Liebesmarkt
Und umarmt sie dort in Scharen
Aber das Gefühl
Wird erstaunlich kühl
Wenn man damit allzuwenig kargt
(Schließlich geht ja jeder Vorrat zu Ende)
Gott sei dank geht alles schnell vorüber, usw.
Und auch wenn man gut das Handeln
Lernte auf der Liebesmess’
Lust in Kleingeld zu verwandeln
Ist doch niemals leicht
Nun, es wird erreicht
Doch man wird auch älter unterdes
(Schließlich bleibt man ja nicht immer siebzehn)
Gott sei dank geht alles schnell vorüber, usw.
Vrijdag 11 februari 1983
In Dreams
