Dinsdag 7 juni 2005
Landslide
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Landslide
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Dinsdag 7 juni 2005
Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Composer(s): Joe Jackson
Performer(s): Joe Jackson
Kids today - they're all the same
All call themselves - some crazy name
All those drugs - they can't be sane
All that noise - affects their brains
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
They say the world - is in a mess
But they can talk - the way they dress
Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers
With safety pins - stuck through their ears
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
So who'll defend - in World War III
Where could we turn - where would they be
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Maandag 6 juni 2005
Landscape
Landscape
Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips
Level upon level of wash and stone
Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone
A forced-up smile when casting your eyes
Insanity reigns on streets of no size
High crumbling walls of stones that have seen
The rigors of war and have never been cleaned
A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all
While an old woman works in a garden with trowel
Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time
Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime
A miniature red castle in black craggy pass
Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass
The top of a mountain cut off by the mist
And a white serene temple in space does exist
The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike
The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe
A truck is forced off as big as a house
While dawdling along like a little green mouse
A long sweeping view expounds my belief
And clear restless water with an absence of reef
Evolutions and cycles we come face to face
While foliage drifts in green filmy lace
Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch
Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such
And columns of clouds go boiling across
The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss
Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea
While people are sleeping they hang peacefully
But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up
To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup
Arches and steps are seen everywhere
Manmade and Godmade and one made of air
The essence of time is virtually gone
Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn
Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply
From any stranger you pass who catches your eye
And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still
Are caught in the glass of my window sill
The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars
But then, think again, it's funny they are
Stars made by man who himself is a star
If only he'd realize the powers that are
And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead
And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead
Maandag 6 juni 2005
Beat City
Beat City
Performer(s): The Flowerpot Men
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Roll into America
Roll your hands in policies
I love it when you smile
I love it when you
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Roll and show hold out your hand?
Put some dollars down, you're wild
When it takes you by surprise
I'll be there to watch you
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Roll and show a classy man
Close your eyes put by his arm
To the memory I behold
Where you go
Oh I don't know
Don't fear nothing
It's so real
I really hurt, the hurt that I feel
I take you down to the heart of the fire
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down
Zondag 5 juni 2005
L'andropause
L'andropause
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose
De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits
Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause
Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit
O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe!
Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons
Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe
Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton
Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent
Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus
Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure
Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus
Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère
Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation
Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire
"Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!
Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire
O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos
Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires
Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt
Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore
Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues
Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues
À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole
Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper
En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole"
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?
Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime
Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant
Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?
Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe
En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé
Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?
Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire
Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus
Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire
Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!
Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte
Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés
Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte
Poussées par le démon de la curiosité
Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance
Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant
Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence
Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent
Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique
Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques
Je serai sans émoi
Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade
Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade
Sera trop haut pour moi
Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières
Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières
Faut pas que je me leurre
Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques
Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque
Quelques gerbes de fleurs
Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère
Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère
Le regard alangui
Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine
De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine
Avec n'importe qui
Zondag 5 juni 2005
Beast Of Burden
Beast Of Burden
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978
Covered by multiple other artists
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
Zaterdag 4 juni 2005
Land Of Hope And Dreams
Land Of Hope And Dreams
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks
You don't know where you're goin'
But you know you won't be back
Darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry
And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion for
This part of the ride
Leave behind your sorrows
Let this day be the last
Tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This Train
Carries whores and gamblers
This Train
Carries lost souls
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
This Train
Carries broken-hearted
This Train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This Train
Carries fools and kings
This Train
All aboard
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
Zaterdag 4 juni 2005
Bears
Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas
Some folks never seen a bear at all
Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw
Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad
Others say that a bear is honey sweet
Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had
Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness
Some to see a bear would pay a fee
Me I just bear up to bewildered best
And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
And even though your friends may stop and stare
Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you
And they just don't come no better than a bear
Vrijdag 3 juni 2005
Land Of Confusion
Land Of Confusion
Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford
First release by: Genesis - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
There burning into the night
There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in
Ooh Superman where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour
This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in
I remember long ago
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know, we'll never keep
Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion
Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to
Vrijdag 3 juni 2005
Bear Tracks
Bear Tracks
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
High on the mountain tell me what do you see
Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me
Better take Chicago Forest to the plain
There's a Colorado River running through the green
You been hanging around this world far too long
Lord, at night for countless hours certainly are gone
Never been an outlaw, never been this free
Except for tales of Colorado spring
Take up my money, thought I'd be free
Saw that man a commin' thought they were that free
Chopped down that tree and my worries were all gone
All of a sudden bullets were ringing through that home
You been hanging around this world for far too long
Hanging around the mountain home, back in half an hour
Way back in the swamp, boys way back in the trees
Colorado payroll in the Colorado spring
You hear them coming, the voices of love
You must come courting through this world or go
Texas in the dell, running in the well
You know all you can do is raise hell
Stick around this world for far too long
Back in half an hour with the...
Way back in the swamps, way back in the trees
Never been this free in the Colorado spring
As sun come up as alive as I can be
Donderdag 2 juni 2005
Land Of 1000 Dances
Land Of 1000 Dances
Composer(s): Chris Kenner
First release by: Chris Kenner - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
1-2-3
1-2-3
Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!
Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Mash potato, do the alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Hey! Uh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
I need somebody to help me say it one time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Wo--ow!
Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all
Uh! Huh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Come on y'all, let's say it one more time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Ooow!
Playing, it is a habit
With long tall Sally
Twistin' with Lucy
Doin' the Watusi
Roll over on your back
I like it like that
Do that Jerk-uh
Watch me work y'all
Ow! Do it!
Wow! Do it!
Just watch me do it
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me ...
Donderdag 2 juni 2005
Bear Cat
Bear Cat
Performer(s): Rufus Thomas
You know what you said about me, don't you woman...
Well, you ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
You said you was a long-hair
But I can see through that
You said you was a long-hair
But I can see through that
And mama I know
You're just an old bear cat
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
Ain't nothin' but a bear cat
You been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Whoa, rub you!
Whoa, git with it now
Git it, git it, git it, git it!
Oh, listen to that old cat
Meooowwww... scat!
Oh, tip it miss kitty
Tip it honey, tip it!
Hey!
I'm tellin' you honey...
You made me feel so mean
Made me moan and groan
You made me feel so mean
You made me moan and groan
You ain't wantin' no man
You're just lookin' for an old soup bone
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You're just an old bear cat
Been scratchin' at my door
You can purr pretty kitty
But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Meow, meow
Meoooww, meoooowwwww!
Woensdag 1 juni 2005
The Lancashire Lads
The Lancashire Lads
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Old Blind Dogs
Oh it was last Monday morning, as I have heard them say
Our orders came from Manchester, we were to march away
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said a mother to her daughter, What makes you talk so strange
To want to be a soldier's wife, the wide world to range
For soldiers they are rambling boys and get but little pay
And how could they maintain a wife on fourteen pence a day?
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said the mother to the daughter, I'll have you close confined
You'll never marry that Lancashire Lad, he'll be no son of mine
Should you confine me seven long years and after set me free
I'll search the world for my Lancashire Lad when I've gained my liberty
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
My love’s clothed in scarlet and turned up with blue
And every town that he goes through, to his sweetheart he'll be true
Now we'll have money enough, my boys, and girls to please our mind
We'll never forget sweet Manchester and the girls we left behind
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Woensdag 1 juni 2005
Beans In My Ears
Beans In My Ears
Composer(s): Len Chandler
Performer(s): The Serendipity Singers
and multiple other artists
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears, beans in your ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in her ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears, beans in their ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears
Dinsdag 31 mei 2005
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The Lamplighter's Serenade
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
and multiple other artists
A moment after dark around the park
an old-fashion gent comes parading
Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk
but when it's half after love time
He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks
he lights every star in the sky
And if a lady or a beau should answer
No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic
Then he steals away to sing another day
The Lamplighter's Serenade
My how time goes flying back, it’s 1893
A Strummer one horse open hack
There steps a grand old memory
A moment after dark around the park
an old-fashion gent comes parading
Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes
The Lamplighter's Serenade
The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk
but when it's half after love time
He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks
he lights every star in the sky
And if a lady or a beau should answer
No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic
Then he steals away to sing another day
The Lamplighter's Serenade
Dinsdag 31 mei 2005
Beale Street Blues
Beale Street Blues
Composer(s): W.C. Handy
First recording/First release by: Prince's Band - 1917
Covered by multiple other artists
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse
The seven wonders of the world I've seen
And many are the places I have been
Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs
You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled
You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
Married men would have to take their beds and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know
I'd rather be there than any place I know
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
Maandag 30 mei 2005
L'anamour
L'anamour
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Françoise Hardy - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1997 - Non Affair (by Mick Harvey)
2006 - Loveless Land (by Junior Jazz)
Aucun Bœing sur mon transit
Aucun bateau sur mon transat
Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
Je cherche en vain le mot exit
Je chante pour les transistors
Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
De tes anamours transitoires
De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Tu sais ces photos de de l'Asie
Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli
J'ai cru entendre les hélices
D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
C'est un ventilateur qui passe
Au ciel du poste de police
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l'anamour
Maandag 30 mei 2005
Beads Of Sweat
Beads Of Sweat
Composer(s): Laura Nyro
Performer(s): Laura Nyro
Cold jade wind
Not an angel in the sky
Just cold jade restless wind
Something's coming along
To devastate my soul
I pricked my fingers
On the thorns
And this rain is a-raining hard
This sky's gonna beckon Mariah
To match my soul
Rain in the river
Rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Rain on the highway
Running clear across New York
A windsong through the barren trees
Wild lavender heather
By the railroad sways
Listen to the wailing
Of the rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Roll, roll
River, rock his soul
She's calling you
Rainclouds, rainclouds
Down his neck
Down his neck
Down his neck
Beads of, beads of, beads of
Beads of sweat
Five boys standing
On the banks of the river
Waiting for the virgin snow
Searching for a miracle
A pearl in an oyster
And we all looked out to God
Although He is the colour of the wind
Listen to the wailing
Of the rain in the river
Rain on the river banks
Zondag 29 mei 2005
Lana
Lana
Composer(s): Joe Melson - Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Zuhm-ma zhum-ma-zhum-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
Oh, beautiful Lana
I told it my mama
And my dad
What I had
Was the sweetest
And the neatest
Little girl
In the world
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la Lana
Hey hey Lana
He- he- hey
O- oh Lana
Don’t make me blue
O- oh Lana
Don’t you know
Don’t you know
I love you
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ling-a ling-a-ling-a
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
Oh beautiful Lana
Don’t you know that I wanna
Hug and kiss you
Let you know that I miss you
While we’re apart
Oh my heart
All it can say is
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
L-a-n-a
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la-Lana
Oh la-la-la-la Lana
La-la-la-la Lana
Hey hey Lana
He- he- hey
Zondag 29 mei 2005
Beach Ball
