Zaterdag 6 september 2003
La Couleur Inconnue
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Zaterdag 6 september 2003
Down South Camp Meetin'
Down South Camp Meetin'
Composer(s): Fletcher Henderson - Irving Mills
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival)
Losers, winners, answer my call
"Cause right now the tent's up
(Really it is)
The word's out
(Truly, it is)
An' has been since the dawn
(Hear me tell ya)
The call's out
(Really it is)
An' we're 'bout
(Tendin' t'biz)
To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you
Brothers n' sisters who want to repent
(That's right!)
You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent
Cheryl's solo:
Lend an ear an' you'll see
"Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody
knows it better than me
I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is
the only way t' heavenly bliss
It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it
I know it 'cuz I been taken through it
Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord
t'win me, I can testify to it
Sweet, sweet the angel's song
Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for
for ever so long
I never again imagine livin' life
like I was livin' when I lived wrong
Git ready
(Sing)
Here they come! the choir's all set
Be steady
(Pray)
See the people fillin' them pews
Be willin'
(All)
To announce without a regret
It's thrillin'!
(Day)
Tell the world the wonderful news
Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near
f' news that they can hardly wait to hear
They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin'
for food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old
Preacher's openin' up the book
He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look
'n then he'll start tellin' everyone
'jes how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah
Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin'
an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit
the congregation's stompin' it's feet
an' everybody's movin' outta their seat
They really gonna get this meetin' on
An' praise the Lord until the dawn
(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word
(Hear that Preacher)
'cause its the greatest word you ever heard
He's our teacher
When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear?
I'm callin' sinners right to me"
When ol' Satan grabs your soul
When he grabs you
It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold
Trouble nabs you
So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me
You got to listen closely"
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin'
Gotta' keep the vigil every minute
or the devil surely git you
"Watch your step 'n how you act
Watch what you do
Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact
He wants you too
If anyone can stop him, I can
That's why I'm the Preacher Man"
We hear the word
We hear your voice
We know there really isn't any other choice
Head f'heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes!)
Heaven knows
(Yes!)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes!)
Come git aboard
(We still got space)
Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y'can
(Yes!)
Sinner man
(Yes!)
Git on as fast as you can
(Repeat)
You've heard the sermon sublime
Down South Camp Meetin' time!
Vrijdag 5 september 2003
La Cotilla
La Cotilla
Composer(s): A. García Segura
Performer(s): Raphael
La temen en la vecindad
Porque su lengua es veneno mortal
Si no sabe algún chisme, lo inventa
El caso es hablar por hablar
La cotilla, la cotilla
Vigila de noche el portal
Siempre pendiente de quien viene y va
Sus ojos a medio cerrar
Parece que duerme y... ya, ya
La cotilla, la cotilla
De día se asoma al balcón
No falta a ninguna reunión
Se sabe la vida y milagros
De quien pidas información
La cotilla, la cotilla
La cotilla, la cotilla
Que caiga quien caiga es igual
Que sea mentira o verdad, que más da
Lo que importa es contarlo en secreto
A todo aquel que lo quiera escuchar
Es la cotilla, la cotilla
Por ella en alguna ocasión
No llega a puerto feliz un amor
Pues un casto beso que vio
En horrible aborto cambió
La cotilla, la cotilla
El mundo por ella giró
Al son de corneta y tambor
Y el pan nuestro de cada día
O el veneno que había en su voz
La cotilla, la cotilla
La cotilla, la cotilla
A tiras le quita la piel
Al que en desgracia le llegue a caer
Y después se santigua diciendo
Que Dios nos libre de él
La cotilla, la cotilla
No cesa jamás de espiar
Y en su cerebro parece anotar
Las cosas y casos que ve
Y que luego los repite al revés
Es la cotilla, la cotilla
Para ella es un deporte más
Hablar mal de los demás
Y jura que es de buena tinta
Lo que se acabó de inventar
Vrijdag 5 september 2003
Down On The Corner Of Love
Down On The Corner Of Love
Composer(s): Buck Owens
First release by: Buck Owens - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
You'll find me hanging around
it's where I'll be found
down on the corner of love
Neath the stars that shine and the neon signs
I'll be down on the corner of love
When I start to ball
love starts to call down on the corner of love
You'll find me hanging around
it's where I'll be found
I'll be down on the corner of love
When it's late in the evenin' and I can't help but feelin'
That my heart is a stealin' neath the stars up above
Yeah when the sun goes down and moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love
When you're passin' by too lonely to cry
down on the corner of love
Just stop for a while I'll teach you to smile
down on the corner of love
Every love that you had has treated you bad
down on the corner of love
Forget what you knew let's start life anew
down on the corner of love
When it's late in the evenin'...
Donderdag 4 september 2003
La Cosa Está En ...
La Cosa Está En ...
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
La cosa está en hallarlo a usted
el día menos pensado, en cualquier sitio
casualmente, donde usted y yo
podamos ver a cuatro manos los alrededores
La cosa está en lo improbable
en lo difícil, en lo imposible
La cosa está allí mismo, donde no debiera estar
un paso más allá que el largo de las manos
La cosa está en que un día
haya tiempo para todo
para hablarnos sin apuros
para compartir rocíos
para ser fin de semana como si vivir
fuera tiempo libre, espacio para estar
La cosa está en las cosas
que yo sé y que usted no sabe
y en las cosas que usted sabe
y yo no sé todavía
y en los sueños que nos faltan para realizar
nuestros sueños, que son sueños de canción
La cosa está en no enloquecer
en no aceptar, en preguntar
para qué sirven todos los juguetes
que nos han dado guerra
desarmándolos y armándolos
La cosa está en que no queda
remedio inteligente que no sea
usar las piezas que hay en los rompe-caminos
e ir tirando por ahora, aunque más allá
persistamos en crear nuestra canción
con las piezas que queramos construir
que serán igual
Donderdag 4 september 2003
Down On The Corner
Down On The Corner
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - J'aurai Sa Fille (Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Nede På Hjørnet (Rock Nalle & The Flames)
1982 - Katupoikien Laulu (Kari Peitsamo Revival)
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Chorus:
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willie and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Rooster hits the wash board, and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut-bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out, on his kalamazoo
Willie goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo
Chorus:
You don't need a penny, just to hang around
But if you got a nickel won't you lay your money down
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Woensdag 3 september 2003
La Corriente
La Corriente
Composer(s): Chucho Navarro
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists
Para qué me sirve el alma si la tengo ya amargada
si su vida idolatraba por traiciones la dejé
para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara
que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente
atrás no regresaré
Es por eso que me miran arrastrando mi tristeza
buscando la puñalada que me borre su querer
para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara
que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente
atrás no regresaré
Es por eso que me miran arrastrando mi tristeza
buscando la puñalada que me borre su querer
para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara
que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente
atrás no regresaré
Woensdag 3 september 2003
Down Low (Nobody Has To Know)
Down Low (Nobody Has To Know)
Composer(s): R. Kelly
Performer(s): R. Kelly
You want me to touch, he needs you
Yet you're tellin' me that, everything is cool
Tryin' to convince me, baby, to do as you say
Just go along and see things your way
And keep it on the down low, whispering
Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody
We can keep it on the down low, whispering
Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody, oh, oh
Secret lovers is what you wanna be
While making love to him, girl
You're silently calling on me
What is a man to do in a situation like this?
I feel there is something that, I don't wanna miss
And keep it on the down low, whispering
Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody
We can keep it on the down low, whispering
Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody, oh, oh
Beautiful you are, but your his by far
Comin' by my way, drivin' his fancy car
Making plans to be, in my life forever
Tell me, tell me that, we'll always be together
Dinsdag 2 september 2003
La Corrida (Gilbert Bécaud)
La Corrida
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Les arènes gonflées d'une foule en délire
Regorgent de couleurs et d'âpre envie de sang
Il y a des soupirs et des éclats de rire
Et des épées pointues comme des cris d'enfants
On y vend des serments, des enjeux et des âmes
Des cacahuètes, des jus de fruits et des drapeaux
Des chapeaux de papier dont se parent les dames
On y vend de la mort noire comme un taureau
Soudain, la foule crie
Comme pour un éclipse
Cyclone de folie
Remous d'Apocalypse
Car voici
Celui de, celui dont, celui qui, celui quoi
Celui que l'on attend
Le matador porté par la lumière
Le matador, qui porte de la peur
C'est l'enchevêtrement de deux monstres qui bougent
La lutte a commencé, hissée par les bravos
Dans les valses de bonds, de bonds à cape rouge
Qui donc est le plus seul de l'Homme ou du Taureau?
Et pendant ce temps-là
La Méditerranée
Qui se trouve à deux pas
Joue avec les galets
La bête a longtemps respiré la poussière
Elle a humé la Mort qui longuement passait
Dans un saut fabuleux qui fit trembler la terre
Elle a choisi la Mort qui fut son invitée
Le cirque en explosant
D'un tumulte biblique
Paraît donner son sang
A ce sang en réplique
Car voici
Celui de, celui dont, celui qui, celui quoi
Celui que l'on attend
Le matador porté par tout un peuple
Le matador victorieux de sa mort
Demain quand sonnera l'heure catalane
Le Midi au soleil éreinté de repos
Vous verrez, j'en suis sûr, à l'église romane
Entrer le matador pour dire son credo
Et pendant ce temps-là
La Méditerranée
Qui se trouve à deux pas
Joue avec les galets
Dinsdag 2 september 2003
Down In The Willow Garden
Down In The Willow Garden
Composer(s): Charlie Monroe
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
Down in the willow garden
where me and my love did meet
As we set there a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My love she did not know
So I poisoned that dear little girl
on the banks below
I drew a sabre through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father oft had told me
that money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
whose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door
wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
whose name was Rose Connelly
Maandag 1 september 2003
La Corrida (Francis Cabrel)
La Corrida
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Depuis le temps que je patiente
Dans cette chambre noire
J'entends qu'on s'amuse et qu'on chante
Au bout du couloir
Quelqu'un a touché le verrou
Et j'ai plongé vers le grand jour
J'ai vu les fanfares, les barrières
Et les gens autour
Dans les premiers moments j'ai cru
Qu'il fallait seulement se défendre
Mais cette place est sans issue
Je commence à comprendre
Ils ont refermé derrière moi
Ils ont eu peur que je recule
Je vais bien finir par l'avoir
Cette danseuse ridicule...
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Andalousie je me souviens
Les prairies bordées de cactus
Je ne vais pas trembler devant
Ce pantin, ce minus!
Je vais l'attraper, lui et son chapeau
Les faire tourner comme un soleil
Ce soir la femme du torero
Dormira sur ses deux oreilles
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
J'en ai poursuivi des fantômes
Presque touché leurs ballerines
Ils ont frappé fort dans mon cou
Pour que je m'incline
Ils sortent d'où ces acrobates
Avec leurs costumes de papier?
J'ai jamais appris à me battre
Contre des poupées
Sentir le sable sous ma tête
C'est fou comme ça peut faire du bien
J'ai prié pour que s'arrête
Andalousie je me souviens
Je les entends rire comme je râle
Je les vois danser comme je succombe
Je pensais pas qu'on puisse autant
S'amuser autour d'une tombe
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Si, si hombre, hombre
Baila, baila
Hay que bailar de nuevo
Y mataremos otros
Otras vidas, otros toros
Y mataremos otros
Venga, venga a bailar...
Y mataremos otros
Maandag 1 september 2003
Down In The Tube Station At Midnight
Down In The Tube Station At Midnight
Composer(s): Paul Weller
First release by: The Jam - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
The distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me......
Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout, "have you got any money?"
And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife
She'll be lining up the cutlery,you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday, a cheap holiday, Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life, and thought about my wife
Because they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Zondag 31 augustus 2003
La Corde Au Cou
La Corde Au Cou
((Adapted from: I Should Have Known Better (The Beatles) - 1964))
((Italian Title: Cerca Di Capire (Dino & I Kings - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Richard Anthony
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1964
Ah, j'aurai bien mieux fait de me casser un bras
Le jour où j'ai rencontré cette fille-là
Croyez-moi, hé hé hé, croyez-moi
Houoh houoh, moi qui étais si fier de ma liberté
C'est fini me voilà prisonnier, prisonnier, prisonnier
J'ai beau me dire que je suis fou ... ouais
Elle sait trouver des mots si doux hé hé hé
Un jour ou l'autre elle finira ah ah ah
Par me passer la corde au cou
Houoh, houoh moi j'aurai bien mieux fait de me trouver ailleurs
Le jour où elle est entrée dans mon coeur
Dans mon coeur hé, hé, hé, dans mon coeur
Houoh, houoh, moi qui étais si fier de ma liberté
C'est fini, me voilà prisonnier, prisonnier, prisonnier
J'ai beau me dire que je suis fou, ouais
Elle sait trouver des mots si doux
Hé hé un jour ou l'autre elle finira ah, ah, par me passer
La corde au cou, la corde au cou, la corde au cou ...
Zondag 31 augustus 2003
Down In The Street
Down In The Street
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
Performer(s): Tim Buckley
Down in the street
There's a gunshot warnin'
Here comes that blue parade
Ready to save the day
Down in the street
There's a whole block burning
Shout out for rent control
I ride the gang patrol
Oh it's just another sign
That summer's comin'
City wars and flash floods and tornados
Festivals for rock and roll season
Beach talk baseball and a handy houshold hymns
Yes it's true in the U.S. of A.
There's lots of room at the top
Oh but you can't sit down
On, no you can't sit down
And don't you know that boudoir
Looks just a ball and chain
Oh, no you can't sit down
All through the night
You hear gunshot warnings
This time it wasn't you
Paid your dues
All through the night
You hear the city moaning
But be a tomcat prowling
Baby, your stomach's growling
Oh, it's just another sign
That summer's comin'
City wars and flash floods and tornados
Festivals for rock and roll season
Beach talk baseball and a handy household hymns
Zaterdag 30 augustus 2003
La Coppia Più Bella Del Mondo
La Coppia Più Bella Del Mondo
((Swedish Version: Vackraste Paret I Världen (by Sylvia Vrethammar & Tommy Körberg) - 1969))
Composer(s): Paolo Conte - Giuseppe Previde Massara - Micky Del Prete - Luciano Beretta
First release by: Adriano Celentano - 1967
Mi piace ogni cosa
di quello che fai
se pure mi tratti
un po' da bambina
Ti credi già donna
ma tu non lo sei
Sei forte per questo
così tu mi vai!
Siamo la coppia più bella del mondo
e ci dispiace per gli altri
che sono tristi e sono tristi
perché non sanno più cos'e' l'amor!
"Il vero amore"
per sempre unito dal cielo
nessuno in terra, anche se vuole
può separarlo mai. L'ha detto lui!
siamo la coppia più bella del mondo
e ci dispiace per gli altri
che sono tristi perché non sanno
il vero amore cos'e'!
Se tu ti stancassi
un giorno di me
ricordati sempre
di quella bambina
Nemmeno un minuto
lasciarti potrei
Sei forte per questo
così tu mi vai!
Siamo la coppia più bella del mondo
e ci dispiace per gli altri
(coro: il vero amo-o-re)
Zaterdag 30 augustus 2003
Down In The Park
Down In The Park
Composer(s): Gary Numan
First release by: Gary Numan & Tubeway - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Down in the park
Where the Machmen meet
The machines are playing `kill-by-numbers'
Down in the park with a friend called `Five'
I was in a car crash
Or was it the war?
Well, I've never been quite the same
Little white lies like "I was there"
Come to "Zom-Zom's", a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans
Try to run
Oh, look, there's a rape machine
I'd go outside if it looks the other way
You wouldn't believe
The things they do
Down in the park
Where the chant is "Death, death, death"
Until the sun cries morning
Down in the park with friends of mine
"We are not lovers
We are not romantics
We are here to serve you"
A different face but the words never change
Vrijdag 29 augustus 2003
La Copa Rota
La Copa Rota
Composer(s): Benito de Jesús
Performer(s): José Feliciano
and multiple other artists
Aturdido y abrumado, por la duda de los celos
se ve triste en la cantina a un borracho ya sin fe
con los nervios destrozados y llorando sin remedio
como un loco atormentado por la ingrata que se fue
Se ve siempre acompañado del mejor de los amigos
que le acompaña y le dice ya esta bueno de licor
nada remedia con llanto, nada remedia con vino
al contrario, la recuerda mucho mas tu corazón
Una noche como un loco, mordió la copa de vino
y le hizo un cortante filo, que su boca destrozo
y la sangre que brotaba, confundiose con el vino
y en la cantina este grito a todos estremeció
No se apure compañero si me destrozo la boca
no se apure que es que quiero con el filo de esta copa
borrar la huella de un beso, traicionero que me dio
Mozo, sírveme, la copa rota
sírveme que me destroza, esta fiebre de obsesión
Mozo, sírvame, la copa rota
quiero sangrar gota a gota, el veneno de su amor
Vrijdag 29 augustus 2003
Down In The Glen
Down In The Glen
Composer(s): Harry Gordon - Tommie Connor
Performer(s): Josef Locke
and multiple other artists
Twilight is softly falling
as the sun sinks in the West
The one I love is calling
"Shepherd, come home to rest"
At hush of even-tide
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde
I go roaming to my heaven
Down in the Glen
Though humble it may be
There an angel waits for me
In that lonely little heaven
Down in the glen
Across the moonlit heather
My lassie calls as I roam
'Tis soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home"
The sheep are in the fold
And there's peace worth more than gold
For that shepherd in that heaven
Down in the glen
Donderdag 28 augustus 2003
La Consultation
La Consultation
Composer(s): Gaby Wagenheim
Performer(s): Dalida
D'abord j'ai pensé que ça allait passer tout seul
Mais ça n'a pas passé
D'abord il faisait des efforts pour sauver au moins
Les apparences, mais
Bientôt ils n'ont fait aucun effort c'est vrai
Ils s'en fichaient, Ils s'affichaient
Dans tous les endroits ou l'on nous connaît
Comme s'ils le faisaient exprès
Faut vous dire
Ces choses là
On ne s'y attend pas
Ça n'arrive qu'aux autres
Et puis un jour voilà cette histoire
C'est la votre
D'abord il rentrait de plus en plus tard
Et puis il n'est plus du tout rentré
D'abord il semblait gêné
Quand il voyait parfois le mal qu'il me faisait
Alors il disait qu'il fallait patienter
Qu'un jour tout cela finirait
Qu'il me reviendrait et puis qu'on aurait
Toute la vie pour oublier
Faut vous dire
Ces choses là
On ne s'y attend pas
Ça n'arrive qu'aux autres
Et puis un jour voilà cette histoire
C'est la votre
D'abord j'ai cherché à faire
Ce qu'il faisait à le rendre jaloux c'était
Bien sur pour tenter de le récupérer
Mais lui bien sur il s'en foutait
Vingt fois j'ai changé de façon de m'habiller
De manière de me coiffer
Il ne voyait rien c'est elle qu'il voyait
C'est avec elle qu'il était
Longtemps j'ai lutté
Et puis j'ai accepter de lui rendre sa liberté
Il semblait presser d'aller la retrouver
Je crois même qu'il souriait
Moi je me voyais dans la glace ou j'étais
Soudain, laide mais laide à pleurer
Et puis tout à coup tout c'est mélangé
Je ne sais plus j'ai...
Donderdag 28 augustus 2003
Down In The Depths
