Zondag 16 april 2006
Álfur Út Úr Hól
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Álfur Út Úr Hól
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Zondag 16 april 2006
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Burl Ives)
Big Rock Candy Mountain
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Burl Ives
and various other artists
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer’s day, in the month of May
A billy-bum come hikin’
Down a shady lane near the sugar cane
He was lookin’ for his liklin’
As he strolled along he sung a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won’t need any money
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the sleet don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Zaterdag 15 april 2006
The Fool On The Hill
The Fool On The Hill
Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon
First release by: The Beatles - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir)
Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Ooh, ooh
Round and round and round
And he never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Ooh
Round and round and round
Zaterdag 15 april 2006
Big River
Big River
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Originally performed by: Johnny Cash
Covered by various other artists
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river)
A freighter said she's been here
But she's gone, boy, she's gone
I found her trail in Memphis
But she just walked up the block
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge
River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough
Dump my blues down in the gulf
She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
Vrijdag 14 april 2006
Le Fou Du Roi
Le Fou Du Roi
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1954
Il était un fou du roi
Qui vivait l'âme sereine
Dans un château d'autrefois
Pour l'amour d'une reine
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Il y eut une grande chasse
Où les nobles deux par deux
Tous les dix mètres s'embrassent
Dans les chemins qu'on dit creux
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Lorsque le fou vit la reine
Courtisée par un beau comte
Il s'en fut le cœur en peine
Dans un bois pleurer de honte
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Lorsque trois jours furent passés
Il revint vers le château
Et alla tout raconter
Dans sa tour au roi la-haut
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Devant tout ce qu'on lui raconte
Tout un jour le roi a ri
Il fit décorer le comte
Et c'est le fou qu'on pendit
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Et vive les bossus
Ma mère
Et vive les pendus
Vrijdag 14 april 2006
Big Railroad Blues
Big Railroad Blues
Composer(s): Noah Lewis
Originally performed by: Cannon's Jug Stompers
Covered by: Grateful Dead; Hot Tuna
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Now my mama told me, papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here
Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said
Well I wouldn't be here
Tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed
Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time
Went down to the depot, never got there on time
Well my train done left
She's a rollin' down the line
Mister Jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies
Mister Jailer go away, don't tell me no lies
When the train's going down
She's rollin' down the line
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Now my mama told me, papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here
Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Donderdag 13 april 2006
Le Fou Du Colorado
Le Fou Du Colorado
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Ouais
Un vieux fou dans le Colorado
Sur son vieux cheval répétait
Qu'il fallait dans le Colorado
Sur sa guitare toujours danser
Ouais
Les cow-boys du Colorado
Surnommés les Coloradars
Chaque année dans le Colorado
Venaient danser pour ce vieillard
Les filles en rang deux par deux
Et prenez l'air candide
Sachez bien que les hommes sont stupides
Messieurs allez doucement
Car ces filles dont timides
Au vestiaire laissez vos tourments
Et surtout pas d'énervements
Ces belles filles ne sont pas des juments
Oh non
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Toute la nuit jouait de la guitare
Les cow-boys du Colorado
Grâce à lui se couchaient très tard
Soit Joe tu n'a pas changé
À te voir on peux croire
Que tu n'as jamais vu de baignoire
Vous les veuves sur le retour
Qui cherchez une foire
Servez donc aux hommes du whisky
Et dans la chaleur de la nuit
Ils vous trouveront toutes jolies
Oh oui
Il laissait du bonheur partout
Si même sa guitare sonnait faux
Il n'était vraiment pas si fou
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Il n'était vraiment pas si fou
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé
Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé
Le vieux fou du Colorado...
Donderdag 13 april 2006
Big Noise From Winnetka
Big Noise From Winnetka
Composer(s): Ray Bauduc; Bob Crosby;
Bob Haggart; Gil Rodin
Performer(s): Bette Midler
[Harlettes:]
This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town
They call her Big Noise from Winettka
Miss Birdie's sure to get around
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka
stole each fellow's heart and then
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka
Big Noise flew right out again
Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
[Bette:]
I am the one they call the Big Noise
I'm looking fine and feeling sharp
I just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know?
I'm gonna blow this joint apart!
I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels!
My footwork is an art!
You know the joint is jumpin'
my heart is pumpin'
and this is just the start!
Whoa! I was a big noise from Winnetka
I'll be a big noise in your heart!
Whooooa!
[Harlettes:]
Tempting when she's walkin'
tempting when she's talkin'!
Listen to her squakin'!
There she goes 'round again
up and then down again
in and then out, ooooh, bop!
"Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M!
"After many a summer dies the swan"
but not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one!
Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour
upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt
to turn chicken shit in to chicken salad
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls
My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls
selling their papayas on 42nd Street
So flushed, so filthy
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
we were destined to share the stage someday
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers
not only are they gorgeous and talented
but they also think I'm god!
Ain't that right, girls?
They function as a greek chorus
These girls don't know shit about Euripides
but they know plenty about Trojans
Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical
Harlettes! Laides!
Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead
Turn them men into pigs
Not the band, you idiots
Those, that bunch right over there in the front row
Not much of a challenge, huh?
This group is already well on its way to oink oink land
Oops, so sorry
Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew
Thank you
Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity
Oh tut tut
I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge
form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light
I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest
unadorned person that I really really am
I wanted to show you the good beneath the gaudy
the saint beneath all this paint, the sweet, pure
winsome little soul that lurks beneath this lurid exterior
But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path
to repectability and righteousness
a wee small voice called out to me in the night
and reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life
f*** 'em if they can't take a joke!"
Woensdag 12 april 2006
Le Fou De La Reine
Le Fou De La Reine
Composer(s): Henri Salvador - Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Henri Salvador & Françoise Hardy
De vous à moi
Il y a tant de pas
Beaucoup trop je crois
La nuit tombe déjà
Entre rires et larmes
J'ai perdu mon âme
À vos jeux de dames
Et de rois...
J'étais pour vous
Un clown voilà tout
L'idiot et le fou
Tellement fou de vous...
Pardon jolie dame
De quitter le jeu
Je dépose les armes
Adieu...
De vous à moi
Il ne restera
Pas grand chose je crois
Vous êtes loin déjà
Votre rire, mes larmes
Quelques bleus à l'âme
Pour un pauvre diable aux abois
Car je n'aurai jamais été pour vous
Qu'un clown voilà tout
L'idiot et le fou
Tellement fou de vous
Adieu jolie reine
Rendez-le heureux
Ce prince qui vous aime
Pour deux
Woensdag 12 april 2006
Big News
Big News
Composer(s): Cliff Richard
Performer(s): Cliff Richard
Big news, big news, big new, big news
Have you heard the news
Have you heard what's hit the headlines
The whole world knows that I'm in love with you
Have you heard the news
Have you heard what everyone's saying
They all say that I'm in love with you
Mmmmm I want to make a statement
I want you all to hear
Listen closely to me
For the story of the year
I've found a plan for living
To last me all through life
I'm gonna take this girl of mine
And make her my wife
Have you heard the news
Have you heard what I've been saying
I've been saying that I'm in love with you
Now here's another statement
For all of you today
So if you want that story
Then hear the words I say
I'm telling banner headlines
Hear them loud and clear
I'm gonna wed this girl of mine
And we'll be the love of the year
Have you heard the news
Have you heard what I've been saying
I've been saying that I'm in love with you
Have you heard the news
Have you heard why I'm so happy
I feel happy 'cause you love me too
Big news, big news
Dinsdag 11 april 2006
Le Fossoyeur
Le Fossoyeur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Kristo Numpuby
Dieu sait qu'je n'ai pas le fond méchant
Je ne souhait' jamais la mort des gens
Mais si l'on ne mourait plus
J'crèv'rais de faim sur mon talus
J'suis un pauvre fossoyeur
Les vivants croient qu'je n'ai pas d'remords
À gagner mon pain sur l'dos des morts
Mais ça m'tracasse et d'ailleurs
J'les enterre à contrecœur
J'suis un pauvre fossoyeur
Et plus j'lâch' la bride à mon émoi
Et plus les copains s'amus'nt de moi
Y m'dis'nt: "Mon vieux, par moments
T'as un' figur' d'enterr'ment"
J'suis un pauvre fossoyeur
J'ai beau m'dir' que rien n'est éternel
J'peux pas trouver ça tout naturel
Et jamais je ne parviens
À prendr' la mort comme ell' vient
J'suis un pauvre fossoyeur
Ni vu ni connu, brav' mort adieu !
Si du fond d'la terre on voit l'Bon Dieu
Dis-lui l'mal que m'a coûté
La dernière pelletée
J'suis un pauvre fossoyeur
Dinsdag 11 april 2006
Big New World
Big New World
Composer(s): Steve Forbert
Performer(s): Steve Forbert
What a big new world
Is it all this tall?
Shelves in the den
And the fan blades that spin
Seem far away
On my hands and knees
I can crawl the hall
Wide open door
To the warm carpet floor
Says, "Please come through"
When I'm alone and in my room
And lights are low
I want some more of all those things
That make time go
I like the strange and changing
Daytime sights and sounds
And I like that ev'ning fun
When everyone's around
In the pots and pans
I enjoy myself
Food I'll consume
If I hold my own spoon
In my own way
When I'm alone and in my room
And lights are low
I want some more of all those things
That make time go
I like the strange and changing
Daytime sights and sounds
And I like that ev'ning fun
When everyone's around
Let me laugh with you
Toss me high and smile
Sleep — what a bore
What's the point? What's it for?
And why so soon?
When I'm alone and in my room
And lights are low
I want some more of all those things
That make time go
I like the strange and changing
Daytime sights and sounds
And I like that ev'ning fun
When everyone's around
Oh la, la, la, ...
What a big new world
Maandag 10 april 2006
Le Fond De L'air Est Frais
Le Fond De L'air Est Frais
Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc
Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc
Le fond de l'air est frais
Laïho, Laïho!
Il n'y a plus d'saison
Laïho, Laïho!
Moi, sous mes pantalons
Je porte des cal'çons longs
C'est ceux de mon tonton
Qu'a du poil au menton
Le fond de l'air est frais
Laïho, Laïho!
Il n'y a plus d'saison
Laïho, Laïho!
Lorsque je vins sur terr'
Le ciel était couvert
Dans mon berceau ouvert
Je chantais à mon père
"Le fond de l'air est frais
Laïho, Laïho!
Il n'y a plus d'saison
Laïho, Laïho!"
J'ai eu pour mes étrenn's
Un' pair' de bas de lain'
C'est ceux de tant' Germaine
Une ancienne cheftaine
Quand j'étais militair'
J'avais un brigadier
Qui voulait me fair' tair' chaqu' fois que je chantais
"Le fond de l'air est frais
Laïho! Laiho!
Il n'y a plus d'saison
Laïho! Laiho!"
J'ai une gross' casquett'
Qui m'tient chaud à la têt'
Ça m'donne un' bell' silhouette
Et j'crains plus la tempête
Quand j'invite un' jeun' fill'
C'est just' pour jouer aux quill's
Si ell' se déshabille, alors je m'égosille
"Le fond de l'air est frais
Laïho! Laiho!
Il n'y a plus d'saison
Laïho! Laiho!"
Maandag 10 april 2006
Big Mouth Blues
Big Mouth Blues
Composer(s): Gram Parsons
Performer(s): Gram Parsons
and various other artists
Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut
And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't
keep my big, big mouth shut
So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving
When any ole day I might be even
And Lord knows that New York City's got
a lot to do with it
I wish someday I could find the way
to get it out of my grain
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
and I don't want to go with it
Well I wish there was a way that
I knew to get even
A way to get a lick in
A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
You can do on a train
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
the world twice
He would have made it three but he took
a lot of bad advice
So you just tell me what's the sense of me
sittin' here leavin'
When any ole day I might get even
And Lord knows New York City's got
alot to do with it
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out
of my brain
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
and I don't want to go with it
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even,
way to get a lick in
A 'bobbin' and a'weavin'
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
You can do on a train
Oh, yes!
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
the world twice
But his motor cooled down and now he's
deliverin' ice
Tell me what's the sense of him
sittin' here leavin'
When any ole day he might get even
And Lord knows New York City's got
a lot to do with it
I wish someday he could find a way to get it out
of his brain
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
and I don't want to go with it
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
Way to get a lick in
A 'bobbin and a'weavin'
And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin'
You can do on a train
Oh, yeah
Zondag 9 april 2006
Le Flamenco
Le Flamenco
Composer(s): J. Fernando - A. Miro - J.L. de Pablo - J. Chaumelle
Performer(s): Dalida
Si par hasard vous vous surprenez
À ne plus savoir que dire Olé
La faute en est à n'en pas douter
Au flamenco
Oh oh
Oh oh oh ho
Oh oh
Oh oh
Si vous rêvez chaque nuit encore
D'être embrassé par un matador
Ne cherchez pas ce sera la faute
Au flamenco
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oooooooh! Ya...
Si vous avez quelques nostalgies
De sérénade quand tombe la nuit
Vous pourrez dire c'est la faute aussi
Au flamenco
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Si pour l'hiver on voit les jeunes filles
Sortir le soir vêtues de mantille
Ne cherchez pas ce sera la faute
Au flamenco
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Mais qui saura vous faire patienter
Jusqu'au départ du prochain été
Ne cherchez pas vous savez que c'est
Le flamenco
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Zondag 9 april 2006
Big Man In Town
Big Man In Town
Composer(s): Bob Gaudio
Performer(s): Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons;
Liquor Giants
(Big man in town)
Each day as I grow older
The nights are getting colder
Some day the sun will shine on me
Money, I don't have any
I'm down to my last penny
But darlin' don't cry over me
I'll be a big man in town, honest honey
I'll be a big man in town, promise darlin'
I'll be a big man in town, just you wait and see
You'll be proud of me
(Big man in town)
They think that I'm a rover
But my rovin' days are over
Some day your folks will welcome me
I went away a small man
But I'll come home a tall man
Then what a pretty bride you'll be
I'll be a big man in town, honest honey
I'll be a big man in town, promise darlin'
I'll be a big man in town, just you wait and see
You'll be proud of me
(Big man in town)
I'm gonna make it, just wait and see
Oh, I'm gonna make it, just wait and see
Girl I'm gonna make it, just wait and see
Zaterdag 8 april 2006
Le Fils Du Renard
Le Fils Du Renard
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Le renard avait un fils
qui voulait prendre un métier
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de cantonnier
On lui achète une pioche
Il ne sait pas l'employer
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de menuisier
On lui achète une varlope
Il ne sait pas l'employer
Toujours le renard criait
qu'il voulait prendre un métier
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de cordonnier
On lui achète une alène
Il ne sait pas l'employer
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de serrurier
On lui achète une serrure
Il ne sait pas l'employer
Toujours le renard criait
qu'il voulait prendre un métier
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de l'horloger
On lui achète une pendule
Il ne sait pas l'employer
- Quel métier veux-tu renard?
- Le métier de boulanger
On lui achète un pétrin
Il ne sait pas l'employer
Toujours le renard criait
qu'il voulait prendre un métier
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de va-nu-pieds
On lui achète une besace
Il ne sait pas l'employer
- Quel métier veux-tu, renard?
- Le métier de volailler
On lui achète une volaille
Il sut bien la dévorer
Zaterdag 8 april 2006
Big Man
Big Man
Composer(s): Bruce Belland; Glen Larson
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
and various other artists
Big man yesterday
but boy you ought to see me now
well I talked big yesterday
but boy you ought to see me now
I bragged too long that your love was strong
there'd never be another guy
but you said more when you whispered your goodbye
I was a big man yesterday
but boy you ought to see me now
I said that I was through with you
that I didn't need you anyhow
I said I didn't need you then
but boy you ought to see me now
those bragging words that you were mine
of that there was no doubt
some tempting lessons of my life walked out
half my life left me yesterday
and boy you oght to see me now
I couldn't see it yesterday
but now I know it's true
the only thing that made me big was you
I was a big man yesterday
but boy you ought to see me now
if you could only see me now
if you would only see me now
if you would only see me now
if you could only see me now
Vrijdag 7 april 2006
Le Fils De Jerry Lee Lewis
Le Fils De Jerry Lee Lewis
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Michel Jonasz
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
M'a parlé de la musique
À minuit moins douze
Sous une pluie battante
C'était un nostalgique
Du rhythm and blues
Des années soixante
Aujourd'hui me disait-il
Le rock a perdu son style
C'est mou, c'est nul, c'est du toc
Elle est loin la grande époque
Il avait cassé sa montre-bracelet
En applaudissant trop fort Bo Diddley
Avait failli mourir en même temps
Que Gene Vincent
Il avait gardé sous ses doigts
Des échardes
Provenant d'un clavier en bois
De Little Richard
Il se prenait pour le fils
D'Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Pour rafraîchir sa mémoire
Au lever du jour
On s'est retrouvé
Devant un dernier verre
À l'hôtel des cœurs brisés
M'a joué sur le piano bar
"Great balls of fire"
M'a parlé du "Killer"
Toute la nuit
M'a dit: Eddy y a plus d'espoir
Et s'il n'en reste qu'un
C'est qui dis? Hum?
Il avait cassé sa montre-bracelet
En applaudissant trop fort Bo Diddley
Avait failli mourir en même temps
Que Gene Vincent
Il avait gardé sous ses doigts
Des échardes
Provenant d'un clavier en bois
De Little Richard
Il se prenait pour le fils
D'Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Vrijdag 7 april 2006
Big Mack
