Zondag 13 oktober 2002
Au Camp Du Bonheur
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Zondag 13 oktober 2002
Donkey Rides, A Penny, A Glass
Donkey Rides, A Penny, A Glass
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott - Ian McLagan
Performer(s): The Small Faces
I like wasting my days in a caravan
I liked my Uncle Joe
What a lovely man!
Well, I love things
I do my best
I eat, sleep, laugh and cry just like the rest
What becomes of me
Is meant to be
So I'll just groove along quite naturally, yeah
Summers here and I'll be hiding my time away
Looking for someone who'll tell me the time of day
And he'll make your wish for true come
Unexpected attacks on your nose
Can be treated by touching your toes
Donkey rides a penny a glass
Zaterdag 12 oktober 2002
Au Cabaret De La Dernière Chance
Au Cabaret De La Dernière Chance
Composer(s): Pierre Barouh - Anetta Vallejo
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Il y a ceux qui rêvent les yeux ouverts
Et ceux qui vivent les yeux fermés
Ceux pour qui tout va tout à l'envers
Jamais le cœur abîmé, résigné
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Il y a ceux qui rêvent les yeux ouverts
Et ceux qui vivent les yeux fermés
Ceux pour qui tout va tout à l'envers
Jamais le cœur abîmé, résigné
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Il y a ceux qui rêvent les yeux ouverts
Et ceux qui vivent les yeux fermés
Ceux pour qui tout va tout à l'envers
Jamais le cœur abîmé, résigné
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Il y a ceux qui rêvent les yeux ouverts
Et ceux qui vivent les yeux fermés
Ceux pour qui tout va tout à l'envers
Jamais le cœur abîmé, résigné
Si quelques paumés de l'univers
Au cabaret de la dernière chance
Se retrouvent autour d'un dernier verre
Viens prendre un air d'insouciance
Et danse!
Zaterdag 12 oktober 2002
Donkey Jaw
Donkey Jaw
Composer(s): Dan Peek
Performer(s): America
Ah, get behind me Satan
Quit ravishing the land
Does it take the children
To make you understand?
Ah, all across the nation
People don't understand
Does it take the children
To make a better land?
Then, get behind me Satan
Quit ravishing the land
Does it take the children
To make you understand?
Does it take the children
To make a better land?
Vrijdag 11 oktober 2002
Au Bout Du Monde
Au Bout Du Monde
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Je la suivrais
Au bout du monde
Mais elle veut
Me présenter son frère
Sa sœur qui fait
Du karaté
Et son père divorcé...
C'est trop
Pour une seule affaire
Les sœurs, les frères
Et les pères...
Avec la crèche
Àl'horizon
Et à la fin
Le Calvaire...
Je veux bien
Rêver d'une famille
Qui à elle seule
Peuple les Antilles
Mais la sœur
Le frère et le père
C'est trop, beaucoup trop oh, oh
Je la suivrais
Au bout du monde
Mais elle veut
Rester sur cette terre
Avec sa sœur
Son karaté
Et son père divorcé...
Je la suivrais
Au bout du monde
Mais elle veut
Rester sur cette terre
Vrijdag 11 oktober 2002
Donde Caen Los Sueños
Donde Caen Los Sueños
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco
Me voy, me voy con dolor y cantando
Adonde voy, donde caen los años
Como un signo que me alcanzó
con mis alas ya luzco mejor a-a-a-al sol
Me voy, me voy lleno de vida al cielo
Adonde voy, donde caen los sueños
Como un descanso que me llamó
voy delante de la libertad corriendo
Inmensidad de un amor que va encendido
Eternidad que se hace canción
para quedar en los caminos
como un bálsamo de los días vividos
Me voy, me voy recordando los tiempos
Adonde voy, donde se apaga el fuego
Como un milagro que se llenó
de historias escritas con el corazón
Inmensidad de un amor que va encendido
Eternidad que se hace canción
para quedar en los caminos
como un bálsamo de los días vividos, vividos, vividos
Donderdag 10 oktober 2002
Au Bout Des Rails
Au Bout Des Rails
((Adapted from: Cracklin' Rosie (by Neil Diamond) - 1970
Composer(s): Neil Diamond - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1970
Tous les deux, on se ressemble
On a les yeux bien trop grands
D'avoir trop vu
Et les pieds nus
D'avoir trop couru
Après les nuages
Après les colombes
Tous les deux, on se ressemble
On a besoin de bouger
De temps en temps
Contre le vent
De changer de gens
De prendre le temps
Si on veut le refaire le monde
Viens, là-bas au bout des rails
Jusqu'à ce que le train s'arrête
Viens, il faut que l'on s'en aille
Il faut le faire ce fameux voyage
Qu'on promet toujours aux enfants bien sages
Et qu'ils ne font pas
Avec moi, tu le feras
Comme les oiseaux d'octobre
Nous vous laissons notre nid dans la maison
Et nous n'emportons
Que quatre chansons
Plus on est léger pour voler
Plus loin on vole
Viens, là-bas au bout des rails
Jusqu'à ce que le train s'arrête
Viens, il faut que l'on s'en aille
Il faut le faire ce fameux voyage
Qu'on promet toujours aux enfants bien sages
Et qu'ils ne font pas
Avec moi, tu le feras
Comme les oiseaux d'octobre
Nous vous laissons notre nid dans la maison
Et nous n'emportons
Que quatre chansons
Plus on est léger pour voler
Plus loin on vole
Donderdag 10 oktober 2002
Dónde
Dónde
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Tuvo vida la tierra
y nació el hombre de ella
tuvo hombre la tierra
y nació de ella
Dónde está el hombre
dónde la tierra
dónde la vida
dónde, dónde, dónde
Woensdag 9 oktober 2002
Au Bout De Mon Âge
Au Bout De Mon Âge
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Louis Aragon
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Au bout de mon âge
Qu'aurais-je trouvé
Vivre est un village
Où j'ai mal rêvé
Je me sens pareil
Au premier lourdeau
Qu'encore émerveille
Le chant des oiseaux
Les gens de ma sorte
Il en est beaucoup
Savent-ils qu'ils portent
Une pierre au cou
Au bout de mon âge
Qu'aurais-je trouvé
Vivre est un village
Où j'ai mal rêvé
Pour eux les miroirs
C'est le plus souvent
Sans même s'y voir
Qu'ils passent devant
Ils n'ont pas le sens
De ce qu'est leur vie
C'est une innocence
Que je leur envie
Au bout de mon âge
Qu'aurais-je trouvé
Vivre est un village
Où j'ai mal rêvé
Tant pour le plaisir
Que la poésie
Je croyais choisir
Et j'étais choisi
Je me croyais libre
Sur un fil d'acier
Quand tout équilibre
Vient du balancier
Au bout de mon âge
Qu'aurais-je trouvé
Vivre est un village
Où j'ai mal rêvé
Il m'a fallu naître
Et mourir s'en suit
J'étais fait pour n'être
Que ce que je suis
Une saison d'homme
Entre deux marées
Quelque chose comme
Un chant égaré
Au bout de mon âge
Qu'aurais-je trouvé
Vivre est un village
Où j'ai mal rêvé
Woensdag 9 oktober 2002
Doncha?
Doncha?
Composer(s): Walt Aldridge
Performer(s): T.G. Sheppard
What's the point in this denyin'
I can read through all your lies
Say you don't care enough for cryin'
But those ain't raindrops in your eyes
You'll miss me woncha
My memory will hauntcha
'Cause you love me
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
I know you're tryin' not to show it
You look away, look away, into the night
But girl, a guy like me just knows it
When you squeeze my hand just a little too tight
You'll miss me, woncha
My memory will hauntcha
'Cause you love me
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Well-a well-a well-a
I never should have called you
Called you pretty baby
Never should have called you back
We never should have danced that slow dance
Romance starts like that
Well-a well-a well-a
I should have seen the signs all the time comin' on
Cut it off before it got this far
But don't blame me
All I ever really wanted
Was take you for a ride in my car
I should have felt the way you missed me
And your hungry fingertips
I should have known it when you kissed me
It was more than lips on lips
You'll miss me, woncha
My memory will hauntcha
'Cause you love me
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Well-a well-a well-a
I never should have called you
Called you pretty baby
Never should have called you back
We never should have danced that slow dance
Romance starts like that
Well-a well-a well-a
I should have seen the signs all the time comin' on
Cut it off before it got this far
But don't blame me
All I ever really wanted
Was take you for a ride in my car
I may have whispered that "I love you"
But I never said I wouldn't need you
'Cause there's a lot I guess I told you
With the heat of passion up my sleeve
You'll miss me, woncha
My memory will hauntcha
'Cause you love me
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
You'll miss me, woncha
My memory will hauntcha
'Cause you love me
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Dinsdag 8 oktober 2002
Au Bois De Mon Coeur
Au Bois De Mon Coeur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Au bois d'Clamart y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au fond de ma cour j'suis renommé
J'suis renommé
Pour avoir le cœur mal famé
Le cœur mal famé
Au bois d'Vincenn's y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur
Quand y a plus d'vin dans mon tonneau
Dans mon tonneau
Ils n'ont pas peur de boir' mon eau
De boire mon eau
Au bois d'Meudon y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur
Ils m'accompagn'nt à la mairie
A la mairie
Chaque fois que je me marie
Que je me marie
Au bois d'Saint-Cloud y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des petit's fleurs
Y a des copains au, au bois d'mon cœur
Au, au bois d'mon cœur
Chaqu' fois qu'je meurs fidèlement
Fidèlement
Ils suivent mon enterrement
Mon enterrement
...des petites fleurs...
Au, au bois d'mon cœur...
Dinsdag 8 oktober 2002
Donald, Where's Your Trousers
Donald, Where's Your Trousers
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Men They Couldn't Hang
I just got down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
Maandag 7 oktober 2002
Au Bal De La Chance
Au Bal De La Chance
Composer(s): Jacques Larue - Norbert Glanzberg
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Le long de l'herbe
L'eau coule et fait des ronds
Le ciel superbe
Éblouit les environs
Le grand soleil joue aux boules
Avec les pommiers fleuris
Le bal, devant l'eau qui coule
Rabâche des airs de Paris
Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse ma rêverie...
Les parasols sur la berge en gestes lents
Saluent d'une révérence
Les chalands
Tandis qu'une fille danse
Dans les bras d'un marinier
Le ciel fait des imprudences
Mais l'amour n'est pas le dernier...
Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse au ciel printanier...
Le vent, tournant dans les feuilles des bosquets
Avec le chant des pinsons, fait des bouquets
Mais elle n'écoute guère
Que les mots de ce garçon
Des mots d'amour si vulgaires
Qu'ils font rire au ciel les pinsons
Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse avec ma chanson...
Je pense encore à ce jour de l'an dernier
Sur mon épaule, mon rêve est prisonnier
Celà n'a ni queue ni tête
Pourtant, j'ai le cœur bien gros
Pour les marins en goguette
L'amour, ça coule au fil de l'eau
Danse, danse au bal de la chance
Danse, danse mon cœur d'oiseau...
Maandag 7 oktober 2002
Donald The Dub
Donald The Dub
Composer(s): Rice - Frank Crumit
Performer(s): Frank Crumit
Listen to the tale of a stalwart male
Who lost his well known Nanny
Donald was his name and golf was the game
That made him grey as his Granny
He practised much but his style was such
That his handicap stayed at thirty
All the words he used when the ball he bruised
Were nothing else than dirty
In the locker room every night
He’d sing of his awful plight
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into a bunker
From there to the green I took thirteen
And there by gosh I sunk ‘er
I get no fun in the air and sun
But down in the traps I labour
I sweat and weep where the sand is deep
Till I want to murder my neighbour
(thwack!) Oh! Baby, look at that drive
Wheee!
Now whoa, whoa
Whoa you… (out of bounds)
Alright, caddy, give me another ball
There was one great day that came his way
His score he was sure to diminish
Never had such form, then up came a storm
He was never able to finish
He had a slice that was far from nice
From him it never parted
Once a year that shot, believe it or not
Came right back where it started
Do you wonder that he groans
And sighs and wails and moans
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into the water
And the reason it would seem, I lifted my beam
When I know I shouldn’t oughter
Then I hit a shot that I liked a lot
But it sailed right into the marshes
And I wished right then, like a lot of other men
That I had worn my galoshes
Hey, Donald, how many shots did you take over in that rock pile?
Let me see, one two three, er six I believe
Oh! You dirty so-and-so
I counted twelve time I heard your club hit something
Well, er, the other six were echoes
(hee hee)
Now Donald the Dub joined the country club
And found a fellow duffer
Just as bad as he, so with shouts of glee
They started out to suffer
They played nine holes, and the poor little moles
Were never scared so badly
For the divots flew, and the cuss words too
And the birds and the bees left gladly
As the end of the day drew nigh
Came a song that was sung with a sigh
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill
And rolled right into the club house
When I got there with sand in my hair
They changed it’s name to the Dub house
I’ve wrecked more ground than Columbus found
And the guy that I am after
Is the crazy scot who invented this plot
That’s robbed all the world of laughter
Now Donald the Dub broke club after club
As he told the world goodbye
For he suffered every hour when his game went sour
Even as you and I
Zondag 6 oktober 2002
Attractive Female Wanted
Attractive Female Wanted
Composer(s): Rod Stewart - Gary Grainger
Performer(s): Rod Stewart
I'm tired of buying Penthouse and Oui and Hustler
It's Friday night I'm all alone still a bachelor
She said she'd call me when she'd finished work
Haven't heard a word all day
I may not be Warren Beatty or Mohammed Ali
(Attractive female wanted)
I ain't asking a great deal, just a female to move in with me
(Attractive female wanted)
I'll share all my records, toothbrush and car
and color TV, honestly
A single girl for my single bed is my remedy
(Attractive female wanted)
She doesn't have to be a movie star
cover of a magazine
She can work in a garage all day
in the evening some canteen
I'm tired of blind dates making silly mistakes
It's embarrassing
(Attractive female wanted)
I've had no complaints
but obviously you've guessed
no compliments
(Attractive female wanted)
Won't someone please answer my prayers
before I'm old and grey
(Attractive female wanted)
I've been lonely too long
all of my family think I'm gay
She doesn't have to be a movie star
cover of magazine
She can work in a garage all day
in the evening some canteen
Attractive female wanted
Active female wanted
I may get drunk stink like a skunk
but she'll look after me
(Attractive female wanted)
Put me to bed ease my aching head
and made fuss of me
You know what I gonna do
Think I'll write a letter
to Mr. Hugh Heffner confidentially
Dear Sir
A single girl for my single bed is my remedy
Zondag 6 oktober 2002
Donald McGillavry
Donald Mcgillavry
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Silly Wizard; Karie Oberg
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry
Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry
Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald was mumpit wi mirds and mockery
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly
Up wi King James and Donald Macgillavry!
Zaterdag 5 oktober 2002
Attitude Dancing
Attitude Dancing
Composer(s): Carly Simon - Jacob Brackman
Performer(s): Carly Simon
There’s a new kind of dancing
That’s gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose
from the pose you’re in
Shine a different attitude
from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Don’t be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It don’t even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it don’t really matter
What moves your body makes
And it don’t really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
That’s your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Don’t be afraid of a new attitude
It don’t really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if you’re at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing
Zaterdag 5 oktober 2002
Don't Be A Baby, Baby
Don't Be A Baby, Baby
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye - Howard Steiner
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists
Don’t be a baby, Baby
‘bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
I’ll be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
Now don’t sit there with teardrops coming through
Smile a little smile instead
The only thing that tears can do for you
Is make your eyes look red
Now, don’t be a baby, Baby
‘bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
I’ll be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
Vrijdag 4 oktober 2002
Attitude
Attitude
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig
First release by: Misfits - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
You come by here
Like an erotic assault
You come by here
Destroy my senses
You come by here
Blood rushes to my temples
It's starting all over again
Can't fight it got no defenses
A sudden rush of adrenalin
You come by here the air is thick with tension
Don't come by here I can't stand it
Attitude
No insolence languid look
Cold pretense
Don't give me attitude
Trembling lips
Straining at the bit
Not you
You come by here
Like a prize race horse
You come by here so provocative
You come by here
A sex explosion
It's starting all over again
Can't fight it got no defenses
I'm filled with apprehension
You come by here the air is thick with tension
Don't come by here I can't stand it
Vrijdag 4 oktober 2002
Don Sixto Palavecino
