Woensdag 9 maart 1983
Nathalie (French Version)
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Nathalie
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Dinsdag 8 maart 1983
In The Good Old Summertime
In The Good Old Summertime
Composer(s): George "Honey Boy" Evans; Ren Shields
Performer(s): Blanche Ring
and multiple other artists
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old summertime
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover
And life is one beautiful rhyme
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying
The good old summertime
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime
Oh, to swim in the pool
You'd play hooky from school
Good old summertime
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
With Jim, Kate and Josie
Good old summertime
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure
When we never thought it a crime
To go stealing cherries
With faces brown as berries
In good old summertime
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime
Dinsdag 8 maart 1983
Natalia (Van Morrison)
Natalia
French & German Title: Nathalie
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison
I'm walkin' down the street
I'm on that midnight beat
I'm on a lonely avenue
Baby, won't you walk with me
Baby, won't you talk with me
Oh that's all I want you to do, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
Call your name out
Chorus:
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia
Here on a summer night
I wanna kiss and hold you tight
Just the way we used to do
Walkin' down the same old street
People that we used to meet
Such a long, long time ago, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
And I call out your name
Chorus: (x2)
On a magic night like this
I hunger for your kiss
On a magic night like this
Chorus:
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
Fade
Maandag 7 maart 1983
In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968
We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
In the good old days when times were bad
No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad
We've got up before and found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall
And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend
I had nothing decent to wear at all
So I long for a love that I never had
In the good old days when times were bad
No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
In the good old days when times were bad
In the good old days when times were bad
Maandag 7 maart 1983
Natalia (Joan Baez)
Natalia
Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore
Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha
Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light
You long for
What hope have you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them
Can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
What else there lives
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Zondag 6 maart 1983
In The Ghetto
In The Ghetto
Composer(s): Mac Davis
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto)
1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro)
1984 - In Het Ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Zondag 6 maart 1983
Nata Per Me
Nata Per Me
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Non so... Non so...
non mi importa perché... perché
tu sei... tu sei...
ritornata da me... da me...
sei qui ora sono con te...
questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me
Mai più... Mai più...
ripartire potrai. potrai
Mai più... Non so...
senza me tu vivrai. vivrai...
Perché...
tu sei nata per me io son nato per te...
e mai più...
mi lascerai...
ti lascerò
Sei qui...
ora sono con te questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
Zaterdag 5 maart 1983
In The Garden
In The Garden
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Anne Murray
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known
Zaterdag 5 maart 1983
Nasty
Nasty
Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson ;
The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra
Gimme a beat!
Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh
Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh
That's right, a-let me tell it
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh
Ooh ooh yeah
The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh
Oh you nasty boys
I could learn to like this
Listen up
I'm not a prude (no)
I just want some respect (that's right)
So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah)
'Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is Control
No my first name ain't baby
It's Janet
Miss Jackson if you're nasty
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Don't mean a thing to me, uh
Nasty!
Don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Uh!
I love this part
Hey!
Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts?
Nasty boys!
Who's that in that nasty car?
Nasty boys!
Who's that eating that nasty food?
Nasty boys!
Who's jamming to my nasty groove?
Nasty boys!
Ladies
(Nasty boys)
Don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Vrijdag 4 maart 1983
In The Flesh?
In The Flesh?
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Einse, svei, drei, alle!
So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
Pink isn't well
He stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot
Vrijdag 4 maart 1983
Nashville Ou Belleville
Nashville Ou Belleville
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Jerry Lee Lewis
"Killer" et pianiste
"Barbe Bleue" sudiste
Sait même pas si j'existe
Sans faire de racisme
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Mouflet!
J'allais voir Luis Mariano
Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico"
Maman! ...et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Monsieur Bill Haley
Bien avant Presley
Déjà décoiffait
M'éclatant la tête
Avec ses "Comets"
Et Place des fêtes
Sur nos mobylettes
On singeait James Dean
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
{Refrain:}
Mouflet,
J'allais voir Dario Moreno
Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos
Maman et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Donderdag 3 maart 1983
In The Evening
In The Evening
Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979
In the evening
When the day is done
I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come
So don't let her
Play you for a fool
She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
So don't you let her
Oh, get under your skin
It's only bad luck and trouble
From the day that you begin
I hear you crying in the darkness
Don't ask nobody's help
Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby
'Cause you can only blame yourself
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh it's simple
All the pain that you go through
You can turn away from fortune, fortune
'Cause that's all that's left to you
It's lonely at the bottom
Man, it's dizzy at the top
But if you're standing in the middle
Ain't no way you're gonna stop
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh whatever that your days may bring
No use hiding in a corner
'Cause that won't change a thing
If you're dancing in the doldrums
One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
When you're the master of the off-chance
When you don't expect a lot
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Donderdag 3 maart 1983
Nashville Cats
Nashville Cats
Composer(s): John B. Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful;
and various other artists
Chorus:
Nashville Cats, play clean as country water
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies
Nashville Cats, get work before they're two
Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar pickers in Nashville
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants
On a Tennessee anthill
Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar cases in Nashville
And any one that unpacks his guitar could play
Twice as better than I will
Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a
Musical proverbial knee-high
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes
And they blasted me sky-high
And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun
Record from Nashville
And up North there ain't nobody buys them
And I said, "But I will"
And it was
Chorus
Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight
If one of the kids will
Because it's custom made for any mother's son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville
Chorus
Spoken: Pick it
(Instrumental to end)
Woensdag 2 maart 1983
In The Deathcar
In The Deathcar
Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop
Performer(s): Iggy Pop
A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don't understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
Coz they play @#%$, like....You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It ain't time yet for the choking
So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins
Woensdag 2 maart 1983
Nashville Blues
Nashville Blues
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists
A letter just came from Nashville
My sweet baby says she's blue
Gotta get back to Nashville
Or my heart will break in 2
Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go
I've got the Nashville blues
Gotta get back to Nashville
'Cause that's where the good times are
Ever since I left Nashville
The kicks ain't been up to par
I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low
I've got the Nashville blues
Wanna go see my Sally
And tell her that I still care
Wanna see Prinner's Alley
And dig all the cool spice there
I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee
I've got the Nashville blues
Dinsdag 1 maart 1983
The Rose In Her Hair
The Rose In Her Hair
Composer(s): Al Dublin; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Dick Powell - 1935
and multiple other artists
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair...
Dinsdag 1 maart 1983
Nasci Para Chorar
Nasci Para Chorar
English Title: Born To Cry
Composer(s): Dion Dimucci; Erasmo Carlos
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu levo a minha vida chorando pelo mundo
Talvez até tivesse algum desgosto profundo
Procuro na memória
Procuro me lembrar
Mas eu não posso, não posso
Nasci para chorar
Se vejo uma garota olhando para mim
E ela me pergunta
Por que sou tão triste assim?
Eu fico sem resposta
Digo adeus e vou embora
Pois é hora, é hora
É hora de chorar
E continuo a felicidade procurando
Mas sempre solidão e a tristeza encontrando
Às vezes desconfio que alegria é ilusão
E que o amor, o amor
Não entra no meu coração
Não sei por que razão
Eu sofro tanto desse jeito
As garotas dizem
Que ser triste é o meu defeito
Eu quero é ser alegre
Ter alguém para amar
Mas eu não posso, não posso
Nasci para chorar
Maandag 28 februari 1983
In The Dark (Nina Simone)
In The Dark
Composer(s): Lil Green
Performer(s): Nina Simone
In the dark
It's just you and I
Not a sound
Ther's not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
In the dark
Now, in the dark, in the dark
I get such a thrill
When he presses his fingertips
Upon my lips
And he begs me to plase keep still
In the dark
But soon
This dance will be endin'
And you're gonna be missed
Gee, I'm not pretendin'
'Cause I swear it's fun
Fun to be kissed
In the dark
Now we will find
What the rest
Have left behind
Just let them dance
We're gonna find romance
Lord, in the dark
Maandag 28 februari 1983
Narrenschiff
Narrenschiff
Performer(s): Reinhard Mey
Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm
Nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm
Und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine
Und rollen und stampfen und schwere See
Die Bordkapelle spielt "Humbatäterä"
Und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine
Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert
Die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert
Die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten
Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum
Und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum
Doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit
Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit
Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel
Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai
Bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei
Auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel
Die andern Geldwäscher und Zuhälter, die warten schon
Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron
Im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken
In der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident
Die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt
Sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert
All die hohen Ideale sind havariert
Und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten
Mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom
Und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom
Seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten!
Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm
Gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm
Tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen
Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck
Mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck
Die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier
Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir
Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten
Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg
Und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck
Und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten
Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht!
Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht
Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden
Es ist. als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n
Sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n
Und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Zondag 27 februari 1983
In The Dark (Junior Parker)
