Zondag 24 augustus 2003
La Complainte De L'heure De Pointe
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La Complainte De L'heure De Pointe
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Zondag 24 augustus 2003
Down In Bermuda
Down In Bermuda
Performer(s): The Del Vikings
Down! Down! Down! Down! Down!
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Oh! I fell in love
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Well, down in Bermuda
Oh! I fell in love
I met a pretty girl
She gave her hand in love
Down in Bermuda
Gonna pass the day
Down in Bermuda
Is where I want to stay
For I fell in love
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Well, down in Bermuda
Is where I want to go
I have a pretty girl oh! that she loves me so
When she takes me in her arms
And say that I'm the one
Down in Bermuda
Beneath the native sun
For I fell in love
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Oh! Down in Bermuda
Oh! Down in Bermuda
Yes, down in Bermuda.
Oh! I fell in love
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Well, down in Bermuda
Is where I want to go
I have a pretty girl
Oh! she loves me so
When she takes me in her arms
And say I'm the one
Down in Bermuda
Beneath the native sun
For I fell in love
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda
Zaterdag 23 augustus 2003
La Complainte De La Télé
La Complainte De La Télé
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
On m'appell' la télé, la montreuse à tout-va
Avant d'fair' le trottoir j'me les caill' sur les toits
J'suis pas grand-chos' de bien, c'est sûr, mais ce qui m'gêne
C'est leurs yeux interlopes qui me luxent les antennes...
J'ai un gars qu'est direct et l'autre qu'on nomm' play-back
Et tout ça s'pellicule et tout ça s'met en boîte
Mais les clients sérieux c'est pas qu'ils m'embarrassent
Et pour pas fair' d'envieux j'me les fais face à face
On m'appell' la télé, la montreuse électrique
Et j'suis comme un' morphin' qu'endort la république
Quand y a des pinailleurs qui m'soulèv'nt des problèmes
Sur qui ou quoi ou qu'est-ce... j'leur dis: Jugez vous-mêmes
Un ministre à l'année que l'trottoir indispose
Entre deux cabinets fréquent' ma télé-close
Pour les yeux affamés qui vont chercher fortune
Dans mon lit à colonnes j'peux leur montrer ma Une
On m'appell' la télé des famill's tout c'qui y a d'mieux
J'ai des ministres occultes à qui je fais les yeux
J'suis la télé-partouze, final'ment, faut bien l'dire
Qu'importe la partouze quand c'est pour le plaisir
Des fois j'suis l'invisible, j'en ai qui marchent à ça
T'as pas vu, mon coco, mes soutiens-caméras?
Quand je suis exciting, y a de drôl's de poulets
Qui fout'nt un carré blanc sur ce qu'ils vont lorgner
On m'appell' la télé et j'fais tous les quartiers
Avec mes patt's en l'air j'ai l'voyeur assuré
L'Olympe s'est vidé, l'music-hall du bisness
Alors pour le remplir il tâte mon Palmarès
Depuis qu'j'ai d'la Lectur' pour tous j'suis un peu snob
J'bouffe avec Montherlant qui m'amélior' mon job
Mais comm' le vendredi c'est le jour d'la morue
Mon mac Panorama me fout au coin des rues
On m'appell' la télé d'la photo cavaleuse
Sur mon trottoir là-haut j'me sens tout' transisteuse
Tout comm' les fill's publiques qu'ont leur jour de sortie
Moi pour prendre un coup d'air faut qu'j'me tap' le rugby
Des fois j'suis comm' les grues qui font du sentiment
J'fais pas payer trop cher et tout l'monde est content
Des fois j'suis pas causeuse, c'est quand j'ai mes affaires
Alors je dis: Barka! et j'prends l'frais mon p'tit père ...
Zaterdag 23 augustus 2003
Down Honolulu Way
Down Honolulu Way
Composer(s): J.E. Dempsey - Earl Burtnett - Jos. A. Burke
I can see two eyes where in the lovelight gleams
In my dreams, in my dreams
I can hear a voice, as sweet as singing streams
Calling me, it seems
O'er the old lagoon I see the glow worm playing
Shoreward I can see the shelt'ring palm trees swaying
While from afar I can hear a guitar
Someone keeps softly saying
Dreamy eyes are watching on a south sea isle
All the while, all the while
Pretty lips are waiting with a wistful smile
My heart to be guile
Softer than the water in the fountain falling
Sweeter than an angel's evening song enthralling
Whisp'ring to me of a blue, singing sea
Nightly a voice is calling
Come where the moon is always shining
Down Honolulu way
Come where the Palm trees sway
Nighttime is just like day
And, while the sweet guitars are ringing
We'll dream the night away
Where the moonbeams play on the distant bay
Down Honolulu way
Vrijdag 22 augustus 2003
La Complainte De Gaud
La Complainte De Gaud
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Louiguy
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Au bout de ses jambes s'il a deux pieds
C'est qu'il est fait pour bourlinguer
Pour tenir bon malgré les grains
Pour s'accrocher, pour aller loin
Au bout de ses bras s'il y a deux mains
C'est qu'il en a souvent besoin
Pour frapper fort, pour frapper bien
Ou pour lever un verre de vin
Mais pendant
Ce temps
La mer griffe le rivage
Et sur son visage
Meurt l'embrun
ses yeux se brouillent
Son regard patrouille
Quand son âme fouille
Sans remord
La vague change
son humeur étrange
Apporte un mélange
De pain que tu manges
Et de mort
Au bout de son corps perche une tête
Rusée, têtue, violente, honnête
Aux idées saines, aux idées nettes
Pleine de sang froid dans la tempête
Mais dans tout ça domine un coeur
Car l'homme entier est qu'un rêveur
Qui vit seul avec ses amours
À l'horizon de son retour
Et pendant
Ce temps
La mer griffe le rivage
Et sur son visage
Meurt l'embrun
ses yeux se brouillent
Son regard patrouille
Quand son âme fouille
Sans remord
La vague change
son humeur étrange
Apporte un mélange
De pain que tu manges
Et de mort
Vrijdag 22 augustus 2003
Down Home Girl
Down Home Girl ((aka Forgive Me Jah (Super Cat) - 1995))
((French Version: Pour Être À Toi (Ronnie Bird) - 1965))
Composer(s): Artie Butler - Jerry Leiber
First release by: Alvin Robinson - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
And everytime I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home girl
Everytime you monkey child
You take my breath away
And everytime you move like that
I gotta get down and pray
Don't you know that dress of yours
Was made out of fiberglass
And everytime you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so down home girl
Oh, you're so down home girl
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you in
Just to watch the water roll on
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you're so down home girl
I'm with ya baby
You're so down home
Ow! Yeah, too much
Outta sight
You're so down home girl
Donderdag 21 augustus 2003
La Compagnia
La Compagnia
Composer(s): Carlo Donida - Mogol
First release by: Marisa Sannia - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Mi sono alzato, mi son vestito
e sono uscito solo per strada
ho camminato a lungo senza meta
finchè ho sentito cantare in un bar
canzoni e fumo ed allegria
e ti ringrazio sconosciuta compagnia
non so nemmeno chi è stato a darmi un fiore
ma so che sento cantare il mio cuor ...
Felicità
ti ho persa ieri ed oggi ti ritrovo già
Tristezza va
una canzone il tuo posto
prenderà ...
Abbiam mangiato, e poi bevuto
è mai possibile che ti abbia già scordato?
eppure ieri morivo di dolore
ma oggi sento più caldo il mio cuor
ma oggi sento più caldo il mio cuor ...
Donderdag 21 augustus 2003
Down Home Blues
Down Home Blues
Composer(s): George Jackson
First release by: Z.Z. Hill - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
She said "Your party's jumpin' and ev'rybody's havin' a good time
Now you know what's goin' through my mind
Do you mind if I get comfortable and kick of these shoes
While you're fixin' me a drink
Play me some o' them down home blues"
She say "I don't get out much on the town
And you know I done cut out a lot of that runnin' around
All week long I've been keepin' my cool
But tonight I'm gonna let my hair down
And get down with these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues)
Down home blues (down home blues)
All she wanted to hear was some down home blues
All night long, ev'ry other record or two
She said "Take off those fast records
And let me hear some down home blues"
She say "You know my ol' man is gonna wanna fight
He calls ev'ry hour I'll be gettin in tonight
But I don't care, tonight I'm gonna do as I choose
I'm gonna lay my head back
And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues)
Down home blues (down home blues)
All she wanted to hear was these down home blues
All night long, ev'ry other record or two
She said "I'm gonna lay my head back
And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues)
Down home blues (down home blues)
All she wanted to hear was those down home blues
All night long, ev'ry other record or two
She said "I'm gonna lay my head back
And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues)
Down home blues (down home blues)
All see wanted to hear was those down home blues
All night long, ev'ry other record or two
She said "I'm gonna lay my head back
And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues)
Down home blues (down home blues)
All she wanted to hear was these down home blues
All night long, ev'ry other record or two...
Donderdag 21 augustus 2003
Down Home Again
Down Home Again
Composer(s): Steve Marriott
Performer(s): Humble Pie
Well, the show's all over
I'll just pack my guitar
Well, what am I doing here, girl?
Get up--c'mon make for your car
Head on back to where the air is clear
There's a young girl there
Who's part of my life
She says I'm her only
I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again
Well, let me sit down slowly
Put my feet up somewhere
I let it all out of my head
Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin'
Nothin'-doin' pint of milk
Wakes up with the horrors
Of a hotel bed
But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek
And it belongs to the girl
That makes my will power weak
I'm so glad to be back home again
Oh, get on home
Well, there's a young girl there
Who's part of my life
She says I'm her only
But I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again
Ooh, ooh
Get on home, yeah
I'm so glad to be back home again
I don't want your money
But I just want your lovin'
Well, I'm so glad to be back home again
I don't want your money
But I just want your lovin'
I'm so glad to be back home again
I don't want your money
But I just want your lovin'
I'm so glad to be back home again
I don't want your money
But I just want your lovin'
I'm so glad I'm back home again
I don't want your money
But I just want your lovin'
Woensdag 20 augustus 2003
La Commune
La Commune
Composer(s): Georges Coulonges - Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme un espoir mis en chantier
Ils se levèrent pour la Commune
En écoutant chanter Potier
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme une étoile au firmament
Ils faisaient vivre la Commune
En écoutant chanter Clément
C'étaient des ferronniers
Aux enseignes fragiles
C'étaient des menuisiers
Aux cent coups de rabots
Pour défendre Paris
Ils se firent mobiles
C'étaient des forgerons
Devenus des meublots
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme artisans et ouvriers
Ils se battaient pour la Commune
En écoutant chanter Potier
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme ouvriers et artisans
Ils se battaient pour la Commune
En écoutant chanter Clément
Devenus des soldats
Aux consciences civiles
C'étaient des fédérés
Qui plantaient un drapeau
Disputant l'avenir
Aux pavés de la ville
C'étaient des forgerons
Devenus des héros
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme un espoir mis au charnier
Ils voyaient mourir la Commune
Ah! Laissez-moi chanter Potier
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme une étoile au firmament
Ils s'éteignaient pour la Commune
Écoute bien chanter Clément
Woensdag 20 augustus 2003
Down Here On The Ground
Down Here On The Ground
((Adapted from: Main Title (Lalo Schifrin) - 1968))
Composer(s): Lalo Schifrin - Gale Garnett
Performer(s): Gogi Grant - 1968
and multiple other artists
Down here in the ground
It ain't no place for living
No, no, no
Down here on the ground
Watching the sparrows fly high
I watch the birds
As they make their wings
Flying solid free
How I wish it were me
But I'm down here on the ground
And I'm wanting something better
I'm down here on the ground
Wanting something more
One morning soon
I will find
Some wings on my mind
To take me high
So if you hear a sound
From down here on the ground
My friends
It's only me
Trying to fly
Trying to fly
I would love to fly
Because I'm tired of being
Down here on the ground
I'm tired of being
Down here on the ground
One morning soon
I will find
Some wings on my mind
To take me high
So if you hear a sound
From down here on the ground
My friends
It's only me
Trying to fly
Trying to fly
I would love to fly
Because I'm tired of being
Down here on the ground
I'm tired of being
Down here on the ground
Dinsdag 19 augustus 2003
La Colpa È Tua
La Colpa È Tua
Composer(s): Marchetti - Ciampi
Performer(s): Dalida
E' partito
E sprito il mio cuore
Quanto tempo
E passato da quando
Volevamo quelle cose che ora
Non hanno più senso
Come vedi
Ora sono infelice
Quanto tempo
E passato da quando
Io tenevo a quelle cose che ora
Non voglio più avere
Ma la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua
Sempre passeggio triste
Il pomeriggio è troppo lungo
Mai viene sera
Ora io sono sola
Tornando a casa
Non trovo niente
Sono smarrita
E' la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua
Si la colpa è tua
Perchè potevi
Restare qui
Ora io sono sola
Tornando a casa
Non trovo niente
Sono smarrita
E' la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua
Si, la colpa è tua
Perchè potevi
Restare qui
Dinsdag 19 augustus 2003
Down From Dover
Down From Dover
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Dolly Parton - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing
When he left he promised me he'd be back by the time it was revealing
The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow o'er the fields of clover
And time is running out for me I wish that he would hurry down from Dover
He's been gone so long when he left the snow was deep upon the ground
And I have seen a spring and summer pass and now the leaves are turning brown
And any time a tiny face will show itself cause waiting's almost over
But I won't have a name to give it if he doesn't hurry down from Dover
From Dover, from Dover
My folks weren't understanding when they found out they sent me from the homeplace
My daddy said if folks found out he'd be ashamed to ever show his face
My mama said I was a fool and she did not believe it when I told her
Mama everything's gonna be alright cause soon he'll be coming down from Dover
I found a place to stay out on a farm taking care of that old lady
She never asked me nothing so I never talked to her about my baby
I sent a message to my mom with a name and address of Miss ol' Grover
And to make sure he got that information when he came down from Dover
I loved him more than anything and I could not refuse him when he needed me
He was the only one I'd loved and I just can't believe that he was using me
He wouldn't leave me here like this I know it can't be so it can't be over
He wouldn't make me go through this so long he'll be coming down from Dover
My body aches the time is here it's lonely in this place where I'm a lyin'
Our baby has been born but something's wrong it's too still I hear no cryin'
I guess in some strange way she knew she'd never have a father's arms to hold her
So dying was her way of telling me he wasn't coming down from Dover
From Dover, from Dover, down from Dover, from Dover
Maandag 18 augustus 2003
La Colombe (Judy Collins)
La Colombe
((Adapted from: La Colombe (by Jacques Brel) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Judy Collins - 1966
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning cough
As it strains to drag us all
Into the holocaust
Why crowds who sing and cry
And shout and fling us flowers
And trade their rights for ours
To murder and to die
The dove has torn her wings
So no more songs of love
We are not here to sing
We're here to kill the dove
Why must this moment come
When childhood has to die
When hope shrinks to a sigh
And speech into a drum
Why are they pale and still
Young boys trained over night
Concripts payed to kill
And dressed in gray to fight
These rainclouds massing tight
This train load battle bound
This moving burial ground
Goes thundering to the night
The dove has torn her wings
So no more songs of love
We are not here to sing
We're here to kill the dove
Why statues towering grave
Above the last defeat
Old words and lies repeat
Across a new made grave
And why the same still birds
That victory always brought
These hours of glory bought
By men with mounds of earth
Dead ash without a spark
Where cities used to be
Where guns probe every spark
And crush it into dust
The dove has torn her wings
So no more songs of love
We are not here to sing
We're here to kill the dove
And while your face undone
With jagged lines of tears
That gave in those first years
All the peace I'd ever want
Your body in the gloom
The platform fading back
Your shadow on the track
A flower upon a tomb
And why these days ahead
When I must let you cry
And live prepared to die
And to....
The dove has torn her wings
So no more songs of love
We are not here to sing
We're here to kill the dove
Maandag 18 augustus 2003
Down Forget-Me-Not Lane
Down Forget-Me-Not Lane
Composer(s): Bud Flanagan - Al Nicholls - Morgan Chester
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
Rainy days don’t worry me
There’s a rainbow that I can see
And it’s waiting for me
Down forget-me-not lane
Fortune never comes that way
I’ll keep singing a song each day
Keeping troubles away
From forget-me-not lane
It’s just a heaven they made
And if you’re a stranger there
You’ll find a table well laid
And you’re welcome to a chair
There’s no high-brow etiquette
Just plain people and once you’ve met
They will never forget
Down forget-me-not lane
(Allen)
Rainy days don’t worry me
There’s a rainbow that I can see
And it’s waiting for me
Down forget-me-not lane
(Flanagan)
Fortune never comes that way
I’ll keep singing a song each day
Keeping troubles away
From forget-me-not lane
It’s just a heaven they made
And if you’re a stranger there
You’ll find a table well laid
And you’re welcome to a chair
(Allen)
There’s no high-brow etiquette
Just plain people and once you’ve met
(Both)
They will never forget
Down forget-me-not lane
Zondag 17 augustus 2003
La Colombe (Jacques Brel)
La Colombe
((English Version: La Colombe (by Judy Collins) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1959
Pourquoi cette fanfare
Quand les soldats par quatre
Attendent les massacres
Sur le quai d'une gare
Pourquoi ce train ventru
Qui ronronne et soupire
Avant de nous conduire
Jusqu'au malentendu
Pourquoi les chants les cris
Des foules venues fleurir
Ceux qui ont le droit de partir
Au nom de leurs conneries
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée
Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi l'heure que voilà
Où finit notre enfance
Où finit notre chance
Où notre train s'en va
Pourquoi ce lourd convoi
Chargé d'hommes en gris
Repeints en une nuit
Pour partir en soldats
Pourquoi ce train de pluie
Pourquoi ce train de guerre
Pourquoi ce cimetière
En marche vers la nuit
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée
Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi les monuments
Qu'offriront les défaites
Les phrases déjà faites
Qui suivront l'enterrement
Pourquoi l'enfant mort-né
Que sera la victoire
Pourquoi les jours de gloire
Que d'autres auront payés
Pourquoi ces coins de terre
Que l'on va peindre en gris
Puisque c'est au fusil
Qu'on éteint la lumière
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée
Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi ton cher visage
Dégrafé par les larmes
Qui me rendait les armes
Aux sources du voyage
Pourquoi ton corps qui sombre
Ton corps qui disparaît
Et n'est plus sur le quai
Qu'une fleur sur une tombe
Pourquoi ces prochains jours
Où je devrais penser
À ne plus m'habiller
Que d'une moitié d'amour
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée
Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Zondag 17 augustus 2003
Down Down
Down Down
Composer(s): Francis Rossi - Rob Young
First release by: Status Quo - 1974
Get down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down
I want all the world to see
To see you’re laughing
And you’re laughing at me
I can take it all from you
Again again again again again again again
Deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down
I have all the ways you see
To keep you guessing
Stop your messing with me
You’ll be back to find your way
Again again again again again again again
Deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down
Get down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down
I have found out you see
I know what you’re doing
What you`re doing to me
I’ll keep on and say to you
Again again again again again again again
Deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down
Zaterdag 16 augustus 2003
La Colline De Blueberry Hill
La Colline De Blueberry Hill
((Adapted from: Blueberry Hill (by Sammy Kaye) - 1940))
Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1977
Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler)
1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner)
2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)
Sur la colline
De Blueberry Hill
Nos cœurs sont gravés
Sur un rocher
La petite ville
De Blueberry Hill
Depuis tant d'années
A vraiment changé
Des HLM, des buildings
S'y sont implantés
Des vieux promoteurs
Rusés
Ont tout fait raser
Le monde hostile
De Blueberry Hill
Est comme un démon
Au cœur de béton
Le vieux ciné de la plage
L'ancien casino
N'entendront plus le
Piano
De Fats Domino
Sous un parking
De Blueberry Hill
Nos cœurs sont gravés
Sur un rocher
Sous un parking
De Blueberry Hill
Zaterdag 16 augustus 2003
Mr. Down Child
Mr. Down Child
Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
First recording/First release by: Sonny Boy Williamson - 1951/1952
Covered by multiple other artists
Listen downchild, please take a fool`s advice
Listen downchild, please take a fool`s advice
Don`t newer let no one woman, Man misuse you twice
Every time she smiles, says she don`t love no one but you
Everytime she smiles, says she don`t love no one but you
You better watch out buddy boy, little girl love to drop a chunk on you
I tried so hard to not even think about my past life
I tried so hard even think about my past life
Because I don`t want to ever ever make a mistake in life
Baby, I and you could be so happy, we can be so lovin` tonight
From now on darling, we can be so happy be so loving from now on
Because if I ever make a mistake in life, I know I`d ruin my happy home
Vrijdag 15 augustus 2003
La Collina Dei Ciliegi
