Vrijdag 20 september 2002
Atomic Dog
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
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Vrijdag 20 september 2002
Domino (Bing Crosby)
Domino
((French Version: Domino (André Claveau) - 1950))
Composer(s): Louis Ferrari - Don Raye
Performer(s): Bing Crosby - 1951
and multiple other artists
Domino, Domino, you're an angel that heaven has sent me
Domino, Domino, you're a devil designed to torment me
When your heart must know that I love you so
Tell me why, tell me why, why do you make me cry, Domino
Domino, Domino, won't you tell me you'll never desert me?
Domino, Domino, if you stay I don't care how you hurt me
Fate has made you so, you can't change, I know
You can't change, though you try, but then neither can I, Domino
Just one look in your eyes and I melt with desire
Just a touch of your hands and I burst into fire
And my whole world fills with music when I'm lost in your embrace
But I know that you're fickle and I'm not misled
Each attractive new face that you see turns your head
And it scares me that tomorrow, someone else may take my place
Domino, Domino, you're an angel that heaven has sent me
Domino, Domino, you're a devil designed to torment me
When your heart must know that I love you so
Tell me why, tell me why, why do you make me cry, Domino
Domino, Domino, I'll forgive anything that you do
Domino, Domino, nothing matters if I have you
Donderdag 19 september 2002
Atlantis
Atlantis
((Italian Version: Atlantis (by Augusto Righetti) - 1969))
Composer(s): Donovan
First release by: Donovan - 1968
The continent of Atlantis was an island
which lay before the great flood
in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
those beautiful sailors journeyed
to the South and the North Americas with ease
in their ships with painted sails.
To the East Africa was a neighbour, across a short strait of sea miles
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the God's who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth
On board were the Twelve
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist
The magician and the other so-called God's of our legends
Though God's they were
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I want to be she may be (5x)
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I want to see you some day
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
My antediluvian baby, My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl
Girl, I want to see you some day
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah
I want to see you some day, oh
My antediluvian baby
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you
My antediluvian baby, got to tell me where she gone
I want to see you some day
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Donderdag 19 september 2002
Domino (André Claveau)
Domino
((English Version: Domino (Bing Crosby) - 1951))
Composer(s): Louis Ferrari - Don Raye - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): André Claveau - 1950
and multiple other artists
Le printemps chante en moi, Dominique
Le soleil s'est fait beau
J'ai le cœur comme un' boite à musique
J'ai besoin de toi
De tes mains sur moi
De ton corps doux et chaud
J'ai envie d'être aimée Domino
Méfie-toi, mon amour, je t'ai trop pardonné
J'ai perdu plus de nuits que tu m'en as données
Bien plus d'heures
A attendre, qu'à te prendre sur mon cœur
Il se peut qu'à mon tour je te fasse du mal
Tu m'en as fait toi-même et ça t'est bien égal
Tu t'amuses de mes peines, et je m'use de t'aimer
Domino Domino
Le printemps chante en moi, Dominique
Le soleil s'est fait beau
J'ai le cœur comme un' boite à musique
J'ai besoin de toi
De tes mains sur moi
De ton corps doux et chaud
J'ai envie d'être aimée Domino
Il est une pensée que je ne souffre pas
C'est qu'on puisse me prendre ma place en tes bras
Je supporte bien des choses, mais à force c'en est trop...
Et qu'une autre ait l'idée de me voler mon bien
Je ne donne pas cher de ses jours et des tiens
Je regarde qui t'entoure prends bien garde mon amour
Domino Domino
J'ai bien tort de me mettre en colère
Avec toi, Domino
Je sais trop qu'il n'y a rien à faire
T'as le cœur léger
Tu ne peux changer
Mais je t'aime, que veux-tu?
Je ne peux pas changer, moi non plus
Domino, Domino
Je pardonne toujours, mais reviens
Domino, Domino
Et je ne te dirai plus rien
Woensdag 18 september 2002
Atlantic Ocean
Atlantic Ocean
Composer(s): Ian MacMillan
Performer(s): Blue
I could sail across the water
If I ever wanted to
But I don't mind
wasting time
'cause I'm still in love with you
You don't understand the problem
You don't know the way I feel inside
So come on home
And treat me wrong
'cause I'm still in love with you
Hey, and I don't mind
losing time
'cause I'm still in love with you
Yes I'm still in love with you
I could sail away tomorrow
If I ever wanted to
But I don't mind wasting time
'cause I'm still in love with ...
Yes I'm still in love with ...
'cause I'm still in love with you
Woensdag 18 september 2002
Dominique
Dominique
((Dutch & English Versions: Dominiek (Jeannine Deckers); Dominic (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka Soeur Sourire)
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
A l'époque où Jean Sans Terre
D'Angleterre était roi
Dominique, notre Père
Combattit les Albigeois
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Certain jour un hérétique
Par des ronces le conduit
Mais notre Père Dominique
Par sa joie le convertit
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Ni chameau, ni diligence
Il parcourt l'Europe à pied
Scandinavie ou Provence
Dans la sainte pauvreté
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Enflamma de toute écoles
Filles et garçons pleins d'ardeur
Et pour semer la Parole
Inventa les Frères Prêcheurs
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Chez Dominique et Ses Frères
Le pain s'en vint à manquer
Et deux anges se présentèrent
Portant deux grands pains dorés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique vit en rêve
Les prêcheurs du monde entier
Sous le manteau de la Vierge
En grand nombre rassemblés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique, mon bon Père
Garde-nous simples et gais
Pour annoncer à nos frères
La Vie et La Vérité
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dinsdag 17 september 2002
Atlantic City
Atlantic City
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Dinsdag 17 september 2002
Dominic (Jeannine Deckers)
Dominic
((Dutch & French Versions: Dominiek (Jeannine Deckers); Dominique (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka The Singing Nun)
Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything
Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call
Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town
To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold
One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat
Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world
Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth
Maandag 16 september 2002
Atlantic Avenue
Atlantic Avenue
Composer(s): Roger Ball - Steve Ferrone - Alan Gorrie - Onnie McIntyre - Hamish Stuart
Performer(s): The Average White Band
Here I am, strolling down Atlantic Avenue
With the sunlight in my eyes
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
I leave the smoke of Rio behind, as the evening starts to fly
I want to feel the ocean breeze, where the mountains kiss the sky
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you
'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue
When the music gets a hold of you
Dive along to Ipanema there's always time to spare
Forget the troubles of the world, when they get to much to bear
Won't you please come on Atlantic Avenue
Flying down to Rio
Never thought I would be, walking by the ocean here today, no
Pretty soon I've got to leave, but I know my heart will stay, ooh Atlantic Avenue
Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you
Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you
Maandag 16 september 2002
Dominiek
Dominiek
((English & French Versions: Dominic (Jeannine Deckers); Dominique (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka Zuster Glimlach)
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jarenlang waren er in Frankrijk d’al die grenzen zeer verspreid
En Dominicus onze vader trok toen tegen hen te strijd
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een keer stapte hij zingend blootvoets door de distels heen
En zijn gids het was een ketter werd daardoor bekeerd meteen
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Zonder paard of diligence trekt hij zo Europa door
Scandinavië, Provence, en zijn armoe gaat hem voor
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jongens, meisjes vol van geest blijft luisteren naar dit nieuw geluid
En zo vond dan ook Dominicus toen de predikheren uit
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een dag zaten Dominicus en zijn broeders zonder brood
Toen een groep van stralend’ engelen verse broden hen aanbood
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
In zijn dromen zag Dominicus alle predikers der aard
Beschermd door Marias mantel hadden zij zich daar vergaard
Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Oh Dominicus, goede vader, houdt ons blij, eenvoudig, fris
Om het mensdom aan te tonen wat het ware leven is
Zondag 15 september 2002
Atlanta's Burning Down
Atlanta's Burning Down
Composer(s): Billy Ray Reynolds
First recording/First release by: Dickey Betts & Great South - 1977/1978
I left my home in Georgia
In May of sixty-three
I come here to Virginia
To fight for General Lee
But I can't fight this mornin'
I must be southward bound
My Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down
Gettysburg to Richmond
I fought long and hard
Not far away in Georgia
Sherman's in my own backyard
So I'm leavin' here this mornin'
Even if they shoot me down
My Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down
Atlanta's burnin' down
Atlanta's burnin' down
Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down
Atlanta's burnin' down
Oh, Atlanta's burnin' down
Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down
Zondag 15 september 2002
Dominic (Elvis Presley)
Dominic
Composer(s): Sid Wayne - Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Dominic
Dominic, Dominic why are you stallin'
Don't you hear love callin' to you
Moo, moo, move your little foot do
Dominic, Dominic pick one of them ticker
There's acres and acres to choose
Oh, oh, only a fool would refuse
I, I, If I had your trouble
Life would be double good sweet
There'd be no grass growin' under my feet
Listen Dominic, Dominic when will you hunger
You ain't gettin' younger my friend
Love, love, love 'em all right to the end
I, I, I can't understand you, leavin' them beauties forlorn
It's time to take the old bull by the horn
Come on Dominic, Dominic, they're itchin' and twitchin'
Better start pickin' some woo
Moo, moo, move your little foot do!
Zaterdag 14 september 2002
A-Tisket, A-Tasket
A-Tisket, A-Tasket
Composer(s): Van Alexander - Ella Fitzgerald
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
and multiple other artists
A-tisket a-tasket
A brown-and-yellow basket
I sent a letter to my mommie
On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket
She was truckin' on down the avenue
With not a single thing to do
She went peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground
She took it, she took it
My little yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I will die
A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if that girlie don’t return it
Don’t know what I’ll do
Oh dear I wonder where my basket could be
(So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)
Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see
(So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)
Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine
That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine
A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
Won’t someone help me find my basket
And make me happy again
(Was it green?) No, no, no, no
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket
A little yellow basket
Zaterdag 14 september 2002
Domingo Rojo
Domingo Rojo
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Este domingo es
especial domingo
la vida me colmó de
actividad
hoy todos los relojes
sonaron a las cinco
la paja es un trajín que
viene y va
Hay sorbos de café en
la madrugada
y toses de motores a
las seis
hay risas y pañuelos
antes de la mañana
hay voluntad de hacer
amanecer
Domingo
que buen pretexto das
para cantarte
todo ha comenzado a
sludarme
y parece como si la
tierra fértil me esperase
¡oh! domingo
Domingo
callé donde el sol puso
residencia
amor que sigue
haciendo de
herramienta
y ensancha las
ventanas y las puertas
Domingo
es como si no me
quedaran penas
como si fuera siempre
primavera
como si la sed humana
no supiese de
fronteras
¡oh! domingo
Domingo
verás crecer la vida
con mis manos
cuando acaricie el
sueño que yo amo
y el tiempo sea un
domingo enamorado
¡oh! Domingo
Vrijdag 13 september 2002
Ate Segunda Feira
Ate Segunda Feira
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Gilberto Puente
Sei que a noite inteira eu vou cantar
Até segunda-feira
Quando volto a trabalhar, morena
Sei que não preciso me inquietar
Até sefundo aviso
Você prometeu me amar
Por isso eu conto
A quem encontro
Pela rua
Que meu samba é seu amigo
Que a minha casa é sua
Que meu peito é seu abrigo
Meu trabalho, seu sossego
Seu abraço, meu emprego
Quando chego no meu lar, morena
Vrijdag 13 september 2002
Domingo E' Pobre
Domingo E' Pobre
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
tan solo pa' verme triste
domingo e' pobre y sin perro
pa' dirme a toriar al pueblo
pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
sólo pa' verme llorar
Los gurisitos descalzos
me miran porque hace frío
yo también estoy mirando
y el corazón va llorando
Pa' un litro vino e' vino me alcanza
el vino me hace olvidar
Jornal rural que no alcanza
ni pa' encordar la guitarra
pa' colmo, el oscuro pampa
se me anda poniendo viejo
Pa' un litro e' vino me alcanza
el vino me hace olvidar
Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
sólo pa' verme llorar...
Donderdag 12 september 2002
Até Pensei
Até Pensei
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Junto à minha rua havia um bosque
Que um muro alto proibia
Lá todo balão caia
Toda maçã nascia
E o dono do bosque nem via
Do lado de lá tanta aventura
E eu a espreitar na noite escura
A dedilhar essa modinha
A felicidade
Morava tão vizinha
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha
Junto a mim morava a minha amada
Com olhos claros como o dia
Lá o meu olhar vivia
De sonho e fantasia
E a dono dos olhos nem via
Do lado de lá tanta ventura
E eu a esperar pela ternura
Que a a enganar nuca me via
Eu andava pobre
Tão pobre de carinho
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha
Toda a dor da vida
Me ensinou essa modinha
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha
Donderdag 12 september 2002
Domani (Georges Guétarny)
Domani
((English Version: Domani (Tomorrow) (Julius LaRosa) - 1955))
Composer(s): Ulpio Minucci - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Georges Guétarny
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
Que tu m'appelles Jean ou bien Giovanni
C'est toi qui tiens domani dans tes mains
Tu souris et Paris devient Napoli
Tu me dis les douceurs d'Italie
Que se disaient ton père et ta mère
Et tutt i paesani
Tous les amants d'hier et de domani
Et demain des anneaux pour unir nos mains
Nous ferons la joie des carillons
Et tu verras ton père et ta mère
Et tutt i paesani
Ouvrir le bal de notre amour domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani"
Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans tes mains
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani"
Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans mes mains
C'est ainsi qu'à Paris ou à Napoli
Notre amour grandira chaque jour
Entouré de ton père ta mère
Et tutti nos bambini
Nous chanterons avec la vie domani
Domani, domani, domani
Woensdag 11 september 2002
Até O Fim
Até O Fim
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso
Quando nasci veio um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
E decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser errado assim
Já de saída a minha estrada entortou
Mas vou até o fim
Inda garoto deixei de ir à escola
Cassaram meu boletim
Não sou ladrão, eu não sou bom de bola
Nem posso ouvir clarim
Um bom futuro é o que jamais me esperou
Mas vou até o fim
Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso
Virei cantor de festim
Mamão contou que eu faço um bruto sucesso
Em Quixeramobim
Não sei como o maracatu começou
Mas vou até o fim
Por conta de umas questões paralelas
Quebraram meu bandolim
Não querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas
E a minha voz chinfrim
Criei barriga, minha mula empacou
Mas vou até o fim
Não tem cigarro, acabou minha renda
Deu praga no meu capim
Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda
O que será de mim?
Eu já nem lembro pronde mesmo que vou
Mas vou até o fim
Como já disse era um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
Que decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser todo ruim
Já de saída minha estrada entortou
Mas vou até o fim
Woensdag 11 september 2002
Domani (Julius LaRosa)
