Dinsdag 14 oktober 2003
La Enorme Distancia
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La Enorme Distancia
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Dinsdag 14 oktober 2003
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Composer(s): Fabian Andre - Wilbur Schwandt - Gus Kahn
First release by: Wayne King and His Orch. - 1931
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1976 - Schließ Mich Ein In Deinen Traum (Daliah Lavi)
1990 - Les Yeux Ouverts (Enzo Enzo)
1990 - Rêve Un Peu À Moi (Marie Audigier)
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Maandag 13 oktober 2003
La Edad De La Mujer
La Edad De La Mujer
Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
La mujer que a los veinte esta soltera
es porque se ha caido de la azotea
La mujer que a los treinta no tiene novio
es porque le ha puesto llave al escritorio
Esta tona’ me la enseño una tia mia
que me decia: la esperanza
es lo ultimo que se pierde
y murio soltera fijense
La mujer que a los cuarenta no se ha casado
es porque tiene el cuarto desalojado
La mujer que a los cincuenta quiere estar sola
es que se le ha enfriado la cacerola
Maandag 13 oktober 2003
Dream (Pied Pipers)
Dream
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
First release by: Pied Pipers - 1945
Covered by multiple other artists
Get in touch with that sundown fellow
As he tiptoes across the sand
He's got a million kinds of stardust
Pick your fav'rite brand, and
Dream when you're feeling blue
Dream, that's the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You'll find your share of memories there
So, dream when the day is through
Dream and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Zondag 12 oktober 2003
La Dulce Mimi
La Dulce Mimi
Performer(s): Raphael
No Se Sabe Donde Suena Un Acordeon
Ladra Un Perro Loco A Una Nube Gris
Canta Un Marinero Que Anda Sin Timon
Y Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Hay Un Olor Fuerte Que Llego Del Mar
Con Su Andar Pesado, Torpe Y De Barril
Sin Hombre Que Pueda De Nuevo Estrenar
Pasa, Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
La Dulce Mimi
Manchon De Carmin
Boca Desdentada
La Dulce Mimi
Amor De Serrin
En Cama Sudada
La Noche Vendra Y Sola Estara
Sola, Sin Hombre Y Sin Pan
¡ay¡ ¡ay Que Pena Me Da!
La Dulce Mimi
Del Ayer Conserva Un Negro Manton
Y Un Retrato Antiguo Que Alumbra Un Candil
Igual Que Un Fantasma Por El Callejon
Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Al Primer Borracho Que Encontro Al Pasar
Se Ofrecio Lo Mismo Que Una Vieja Actriz
Con Los Pies De Plomo Y La Soledad
Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Zondag 12 oktober 2003
Dreadlock Holiday
Dreadlock Holiday
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10cc - 1978
I was walkin' down the street
concentrating on trucking right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked 'round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Well, he looked down on my silver chain
He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'
I said: 'You've got to be joking, man
It was a present from me mother'
He said: 'I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me
You better understand
That you're alone (a long way from home)
And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer me pitch
Don't you walk through my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
sinking Pina Colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
'Would you like something harder?'
She said: 'I've got it, you want it, my harvest is the best
And if you try it
You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yea
Don't you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)
Zaterdag 11 oktober 2003
La Drôle De Fin
La Drôle De Fin
((English Version: Last Tango (by Raymond Vincent))
Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin - J.M. Rivat
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
On s'est connus
C'était si bien
Qui aurait vu
Notre destin
On n'a pas su
Aller très loin
Le beau début
La drôle de fin
De plus en plus
Tu prends le train
Je ne sais plus
Quand tu reviens
Le beau début
La drôle de fin
Où vont-ils donc?
Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
Ne saura-t-on jamais
Quand ils nous abandonnent
Ils sont bien quelque part
Sur le quai d'une gare
Dans un café anglais
Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc?
Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
Ne saura-t-on jamais
Quand ils nous abandonnent
Ils sont bien quelque part
Sur le quai d'une gare
Dans un café anglais
Un hôtel espagnol
Ne pleure plus
Laisse mes mains
On est fichus
On le sait bien
Le beau début
La drôle de fin
Où vont-ils donc?
Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
Ne saura-t-on jamais
Quand ils nous abandonnent
Ils sont bien quelque part
Sur le quai d'une gare
Dans un café anglais
Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc?
Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
Ne saura-t-on jamais
Quand ils nous abandonnent
Ils sont bien quelque part
Sur le quai d'une gare
Dans un café anglais
Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc?
Les hommes quand ils s'en vont
Ne saura-t-on jamais
Quand ils nous abandonnent
Ils sont bien quelque part
Sur le quai d'une gare
Dans un café anglais
Un hôtel espagnol
Zaterdag 11 oktober 2003
Dragon's Ear
Dragon's Ear
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurus Rex; Catherine Lambert
Dragon's ear and druid's spear
Protects you while the Dworns are here
The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth
That drapes her shape from fangs of fear
I love you my love
Please taketh this heart which I bear
O heal my sorrow
Weareth my arms like a charm
Through the dales of your doom
Our lives are merely trees of possibilities
Vrijdag 10 oktober 2003
Last Tango
Last Tango
((French Version: La Drôle De Fin (by Sylvie Vartan))
Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin
Performer(s): Raymond Vincent
Rolling along Rue de la Paix
Hearing a song, turn it away
And all alone, killing the day
Rolling along Rue de la Paix
Drift in a park
Picking the score
Back in a car
Call it a bore
Call it a bore
Call it a bore
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
Back in his room
Another tune
The show begins
But no one will win
Got to be strong
Well, it's been so long
Back in the room
Writing a tune
Turn on the light
No time to hide
Run down the street
Hit on the side
Isn't that neat?
Isn't that neat?
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
Vrijdag 10 oktober 2003
Dragonfly (Frank Marino)
Dragonfly
Composer(s): Frank Marino
Performer(s): Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush
Well listen, someday
You'll hear a rush of wings
So distant, a sound of secret things
There, look there, up in that rusty sky
Yonder, sweeps the dragonfly
So awesome, he blocks the setting sun
He'll come to collect the souls of everyone
Come dragon, come
In from the sun
He floats with an eerie grace
A giant blue green sentinal
From some distant time and space
And because he'll come, he'll have no regrets
Surely he'll come to lay this birth to rest
I know one day you'll see him
But please don't ask me why
He will be a secret dragonfly
Fly dragon fly, here from the sky
So if you hear that sound I'm talkin' about
When you know he's near
When your times run out
Well don't you fear
There's nothing that you can say
Cause he'll appear and take you to that special place
He'll take you there
He'll take you there
He'll take you there
He'll take you there
He'll take you there
He'll take you...
Donderdag 9 oktober 2003
La Donna Riccia
La Donna Riccia
Composer(s): Domenico Modugno
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno
and multiple other artists
Pigghiate cu ti pare
si vo' ti sposi
però nun ti pigghiari
'na donna riccia
Cu ricci e ricciteddi
issa t'incanta
però dopo du' misi
voli ti pianta
No, No, No, No, No, No...
Riccia...No!
Picchì da ogni ricciu
te caccia 'nu capricciu...
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Picchì da ogni ricciu/te caccia 'nu capricciu...
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Si prima 'ole te vasa
poi 'ole te lassa
nun ci capisci nenti
è comu matassa
Te mbrigghia e poi te sbrigghia...
C'é cu 'mpazzisci
però si te carizza tu t'addurmisci!
No, No, No, No, No, No...
Riccia...No!
Picchì da ogni ricciu
te caccia 'nu capricciu...
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Picchì da ogni ricciu
te caccia 'nu capricciu...
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Donderdag 9 oktober 2003
Draggin' The Line
Draggin' The Line
Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King
First release by: Tommy James - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Makin' a livin'
The old hard way
We're takin' and givin'
By day by day
I dig snow and rain
And the bright sunshine
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
My dog Sam
Eats purple flowers
We ain't got much
But what we've got's ours
But we dig snow and rain
And the bright sunshine
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
I feel fine
I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind
I'm gonna take my time
I'm gettin' a good time
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Lovin' and free
And feelin' the spirit
We're huggin' a tree
When you get near it
We're diggin' the snow and rain
And the bright sunshine
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
I feel fine
I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind
I'm gonna take my time
I'm gettin' a good time
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line
(draggin' the line)
la la la la la la la .....
Woensdag 8 oktober 2003
La Donna È Mobile
La Donna È Mobile
Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
and multiple other artists
La donna è mobile
qual piuma al vento
muta d'accento
e di pensiero
Sempre un amabile
leggiadro viso
in pianto o in riso
è menzognero
La donna è mobil
qual piuma al vento
muta d'accento
e di pensier
e di pensier
e di pensier
E' sempre misero
chi a lei s'affida
chi le confida
mal cauto il core
Pur mai non sentesi
felice appieno
chi su quel seno
non liba amore
La donna è mobil
qual piuma al vento
muta d'accento
e di pensier
e di pensier
e di pensier
Woensdag 8 oktober 2003
Drag City
Drag City
Composer(s): Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Jan & Dean
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels
A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty
Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City
Yeah
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Burn up that quarter mile
The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station
The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation
Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty
I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Burn up that quarter mile
'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air
The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere
Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty
To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Burn up that quarter mile
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Burn up that quarter mile
Burn up that quarter mile
Listen to 'em whine
(whine, whine, whine)
Dinsdag 7 oktober 2003
La Domenica Delle Salme
La Domenica Delle Salme
Composer(s): Fabrizio De André
First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1990
Tentò la fuga in tram
verso le sei del mattino
dalla bottiglia di orzata
dove galleggiava Milano
non fu difficile seguirlo
il poeta della Baggina
la sua anima accesa
mandava luce di lampadina
gli incendiarono il letto
sulla strada di Trento
riuscì a salvarsi dalla sua barba
un pettirosso da combattimento
I polacchi non morirono subito
e inginocchiati agli ultimi semafori
rifacevano il trucco alle troie di regime
lanciate verso il mare
i trafficanti di saponette
mettevano pancia verso est
chi si convertiva nel novanta
era dispensato nel novantuno
la scimmia del quarto Reich
ballava la polka sopra il muro
e mentre si arrampicava
le abbiamo visto tutto il culo
la piramide di Cheope
volle essere ricostruita in quel giorno di festa
masso per masso
schiavo per schiavo
comunista per comunista
La domenica delle salme
non si udirono fucilate
il gas esilarante
presidiava le strade
La domenica delle salme
si portò via tutti i pensieri
e le regine del tua culpa
affollarono i parrucchieri
Nell'assolata galera patria
il secondo secondino
disse a "Baffi di Sego" che era il primo
si può fare domani sul far del mattino
e furono inviati messi
fanti cavalli cani ed un somaro
d annunciare l'amputazione della gamba
di Renato Curcio
il carbonaro
il ministro dei temporali
in un tripudio di tromboni
auspicava democrazia
con la tovaglia sulle mani e le mani sui coglioni
- voglio vivere in una città
dove all'ora dell'aperitivo
non ci siano spargimenti di sangue
o di detersivo
a tarda sera io e il mio illustre cugino De Andrade
eravamo gli ultimi cittadini liberi
di questa famosa città civile
perché avevamo un cannone nel cortile
La domenica delle salme
nessuno si fece male
tutti a seguire il feretro
del defunto ideale
la domenica delle salme
si sentiva cantare
- quant'è bella giovinezza
non vogliamo più invecchiare
Gli ultimi viandanti
si ritirarono nelle catacombe
accesero la televisione e ci guardarono cantare
per una mezz'oretta poi ci mandarono a cagare
-voi che avete cantato sui trampoli e in ginocchio
con i pianoforti a tracolla vestiti da Pinocchio
voi che avete cantato per i longobardi e per i centralisti
per l'Amazzonia e per la pecunia
nei palastilisti
e dai padri Maristi
voi avevate voci potenti
lingue allenate a battere il tamburo
voi avevate voci potenti
adatte per il vaffanculo
La domenica delle salme
gli addetti alla nostalgia
accompagnarono tra i flauti
il cadavere di Utopia
la domenica delle salme
fu una domenica come tante
il giorno dopo c'erano segni
di una pace terrificante
mentre il cuore d'Italia
da Palermo ad Aosta
si gonfiava in un coro
di vibrante protesta
Dinsdag 7 oktober 2003
The Draft Dodger Rag
The Draft Dodger Rag
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes
I can hardly touch my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies
but one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
but that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
Yeah kill me a thousand or more
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
Well I'll be the first to go
Maandag 6 oktober 2003
La Diuca
La Diuca
Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Partimos para una fiesta
en mi lleguita rosilla
y le dije a mi negrita
agarrate cata linda
El perro de mi negrita
traia la salagarda
y para quedar tranquilo
echamos el filtro al agua
Dejamela diuca
dejala que cante
que no me la espanten
dejala volar
a mi pajarito le gusta cantar
Traia pa cocinar
una polluela gordita
y a la sombrita de un arbol
matamos la gallina
Pasamos el tinguiririca
pasamos el tinguiriraca
yo con mi negrita arriba
dale dale a la guaraca
Dejamela diuca
dejala que cante
que no me la espanten
dejala volar
a mi pajarito le gusta cantar
Y para cortar camino
tomamos camino de tierra
de tanto polvo que echamos
dejamos la polvareda
Para toda la compaña
oguollito de yerba seca
se le va a morir de frio
si tiene la diuca afuera
Dejamela diuca
dejala que cante
que no me la espanten
dejala volar
a mi pajarito le gusta cantar
Maandag 6 oktober 2003
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
May his name forever stand
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Was a mighty, mighty man
And he enriched the lives
Of everyone that ever knew him
And in my song I hope to sing
Some of the praise that's due him
Dr. Thomas was a man
The Lord must have appointed
To live among us mountain folks
In eastern Tennessee
And he delivered more than half
The babies in those mountains
Among those babies
He delivered me
There was no way to drive along
The roads back in those mountains
But Dr. Thomas got there
Just the same
He often rode on horseback
To get where he was needed
But if he had to walk
He always came
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
May his name forever stand
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Was a mighty, mighty man
And he enriched the lives
Of everyone that ever knew him
And in my song I hope to sing
Some of the praise that's due him
Dr. Thomas was a friend
A neighbor and a doctor
Though he seldom got a dime
For all he'd done
And I remember lots of times
We sent for Dr. Thomas
But I don't recall a time
He didn't come
They say a man is judged
By the deeds he does while livin'
A judgement when he stands
Before the Lord
And I know heaven holds a place
For men like Dr. Thomas
And I know that he'll receive
His just reward
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
May his name forever stand
Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Was a mighty, mighty man
And he enriched the lives
Of everyone that ever knew him
And in my song I hope to sing
Some of the praise that's due him
Zondag 5 oktober 2003
La Dispute
La Dispute
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Un mot amène un autre
Et d'un incident futile
On fait une énorme faute
Qui met l'amour en péril
Tout nous remonte en mémoire
Le ton monte jusqu'au cri
Et de très vieilles histoires
Reviennent sur le tapis
Aveuglé par la colère
Ne pouvant se tenir
Chacun pleure sa misère
Chacun se dit un martyr
Et les choses s'enveniment
Nul ne veut faire un effort
Les deux se disant victimes
Hurlent de plus en plus fort
Quand soudain les larmes perlent
On se mouche bruyamment
Et l'on repart de plus belle
Les yeux injectés de sang
La dispute, la dispute
Atteint des points culminants
C'est la guerre, c'est la haine
Les mots portent des coups bas
Et vole la porcelaine
Et crie le voisin de en-bas
On marche de long en large
Prenant un plaisir malin
A commencer le partage
De tout ce qui nous revient
Au sommet de cette crise
En s'évitant du regard
On aligne ses valises
En vue de ce grand départ
Mais qu'il parle ou bien qu'il reste
Chacun veut, c'est évident
Le cadeau de l'oncle Ernest
Le chien et l'appartement
Affolés à bout de forces
De vaisselle et d'arguments
On ne voit que le divorce
Pour régler le différent
La dispute, la dispute
Soudain fait grincer des dents
Les assaillants face à face
S'inventent mille défauts
J'en oublie et puis j'en passe
Des reproches et des mots
Le jour peu à peu décline
Et les forces en même temps
les adversaires ruminent
Boudent silencieusement
Pour être enfin raisonnables
Et se quitter en bons amis
Les ennemis passent à table
Manger de bon appétit
N'ayant plus rien à se dire
Tête basse on reste là
Puis on baille et se retire
Et se glisse dans les draps
Dans le noir les doigts se touchent
Et les mots sont superflus
Ses lèvres trouvent sa bouche
Et l'amour prend le dessus
La dispute, la dispute
Tout à coup a disparu
Zondag 5 oktober 2003
Dr. Love (Tina Charles)
