Vrijdag 30 juni 2006
Kein Gold Im Blue River
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Vrijdag 30 juni 2006
Bitters End
Bitters End
Composer(s): Bryan Ferry
Originally performed by: Roxy Music
At last the crimson chord cascade
To shower dry cordials within
Too late to leap the chocolate gate
Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin
While destiny begins to fly
The farmyard chorus sings it's wake
Upstanding anthem to the sky
Too soon to realise their fate
You were the raven of october
I knew the sign you flew around
Up in the air so high above me
Never needed to look down
I never thought I´d be a rover
I didn´t even look around
But now I know you´ve found another
So will someone please find me
Give now the host his claret cup
And watch madeira's farewell drink
Note his reaction acid sharp
Should make the cognoscenti think
Donderdag 29 juni 2006
Le Miroir Brisé
Le Miroir Brisé
Composer(s): Jacques Prévert - Joseph Kosma
Performer(s): Yves Montand; Reinier Voet; Cora Vaucaire
Le petit homme qui chantait sans cesse
le petit homme qui dansait dans ma tête
le petit homme de la jeunesse
a cassé son lacet de soulier
et toutes les baraques de la fête
tout d'un coup se sont écroulées
et dans le silence de cette fête
dans le désert de cette fête
j'ai entendu ta voix heureuse
ta voix déchirée et fragile
enfantine et désolée
venant de loin et qui m'appelait
et j'ai mis ma main sur mon cœur
où remuaient ensanglantés
les sept éclats de glace de ton rire étoilé
Donderdag 29 juni 2006
Bitter Tears
Bitter Tears
Composer(s): Andrew Farriss; Michael Hutchence
Performer(s): INXS
In the mist
Of my endless search
The best in life
Becomes clear
The rest just begins
To fade by itself
That's a trick I learnt
Though it took so long
Bitter tears taste so sweet
Chorus
I'm seeing my way
For the first time in years
When the love around
Begins to suffer
And you can't find love
In one
In one another
Push away those bitter tears
Bitter tears
And I thought I was doing no wrong
And I thought I was doing no wrong
In the hour of your needs
Lips are trembling
Cause you're gonna be free
Realise what we're doing here
The time is right to kill your fears
Bitter tears taste so sweet
Chorus
And I thought I was doing no wrong
Push away those bitter tears
Push away those bitter tears
Push away those bitter tears
Push away those bitter tears
That's what they call doing no wrong
That's what they call doing no wrong
Push away those bitter tears
Push away those bitter tears
Push away those bitter tears
That's what they call doing no wrong
Woensdag 28 juni 2006
Le Miracle Vient De Partout
Le Miracle Vient De Partout
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Le miracle vient de partout
le miracle vient de partout, de partout
Il vient du sage, il vient du fou
il vient des enfants réveillés
il vient des amis oubliés
il vient des ennemis jaloux
Le miracle vient de partout!
Il vient à pied avec des gants
à cheval sur un ouragan
en voiture ou sur les genoux
il vient de l'appel au secours
du téléphone au petit jour
avec enfin quelqu'un au bout
Le miracle vient de partout!
Le miracle vient de partout
le miracle vient de partout, de partout
Il vient d'un seul homme et de tous
il vient des fourmis dans l'effort
il vient du tigre qui s'endort
il vient du singe qui s'en fout
Le miracle vient de partout
des flèches qui ratent leur cible
de ceux qui voulaient l'impossible
et qui l'atteignent tout à coup
du soleil qui naît ou s'éteint
et dans le matin incertain
du chien que j'ai pris pour un loup
Le miracle vient de partout
Le miracle vient de partout
le miracle vient de partout, de partout
Il vient de toi, de moi, de tous
il vient du profond de tes yeux
du message oublié des cieux
de la voyance des hiboux
Le miracle vient de partout
de ceux qui sont là, qui m'écoutent
de ceux aussi perdus en route
et que je ressens avec nous
Il vient de la chanson qui naît
et moi, qui l'écoute étonné
puisqu'elle vient surtout de vous
Le miracle vient de partout!
Woensdag 28 juni 2006
Bitter Suite
Bitter Suite
Composer(s): Fish; Marillion
Performer(s): Marillion
a) Brief Encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
b) Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen, she'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, "A whore"
c) Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in Lyon, when I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
'J'entend ton coeur', 'J'entend ton coeur'
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart
d) Misplaced Rendezvous
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so wrong
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you
e) Windswept Thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb, and the sign of the rain
Rain on me, rain
It's started raining
Dinsdag 27 juni 2006
Le Mille Bolle Blu
Le Mille Bolle Blu
((French Version: Dix Mille Bulles Bleues (Dalida) - 1961))
Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Vito Pallavicini
First release by: Jenny Luna - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Se tu
chiudi gli occhi e mi baci
tu non ci crederai!
ma vedo
le mille bolle blu...
E vanno... leggere... e vanno...
si rincorrono
salgono, scendono, per il ciel...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... le vedo intorno a me...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
che volano
e volano
e volano...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... mi sento dondolar...
Blll... tra mille bolle blu...
che danzano
su grappoli
di nuvole
Dentro a me
le arpe suonano
Bacio te
e folli immagini
giungono...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... le vedo intorno a me
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
che volano
mi chiamano
mi cercano...
Amor
impazzisco di gioia
se vedo passeggiar
nel vento
le mille bolle blu...
Un bacio... ancora... un bacio...
S'avvicinano
eccole... eccole... sono qui...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... le vedo intorno a me...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
che volano
e volano
e volano...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... mi sento dondolar...
Blll... tra mille bolle blu...
che danzano
su grappoli
di nuvole
Dentro a me
le arpe suonano.
Bacio te
e folli immagini
giungono...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
Blll... le vedo intorno a me...
Blll... le mille bolle blu...
che volano
mi chiamano
mi cercano...
...e salgono... e scendono
...e volano... e volano... e volano
Blll... nel ciel
Dinsdag 27 juni 2006
Bitter Green
Bitter Green
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
and various other artists
Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town
Echo to her footsteps as soft as eider down
Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears
Waiting through the years
Bitter Green they called her
Walking in the sun
Loving every one that she met
Bitter Green they called her
Waiting in the sun
Waiting for someone to take her home
Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea
Some say he was a prisoner who never was set free
Lost upon the ocean he died there in the mist
Dreaming of her kiss
Bitter Green they called her
Walking in the sun
Loving everyone that she met
Bitter Green they called her
Waiting in the sun
Waiting for someone to take her hand
But now the bitter green is gone, the hills have turned to rust
There comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust
Kneeling by the churchyard in the autumn mist
Dreaming of a kiss
Bitter Green they called her
Walking in the sun
Loving everyone that she met
Bitter Green they called her
Waiting in the sun
Waiting for someone to take her home
Maandag 26 juni 2006
Le Métro De Paris
Le Métro De Paris
Composer(s): Claude Leveille - Michel Rivgauche - Pierre Lacotte
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Des escaliers mécaniques
Portillons automatiques
Couloirs de correspondance
Heures de pointe et d'affluence
Portières en mosaïque
Labyrinthe fantastique
Et toujours, en courant
Des gens qui vont et viennent
Et encore, en courant
Les mêmes gens qui reviennent
Et le métro qui flânait sous Paris
Doucement s'élance et puis s'envole
S'envole sur les toits de Paris
Des midinettes qui trottinent
Des ouvriers qui cheminent
Des dactylos qui se pressent
Des militaires qui s'empressent
Des employés qui piétinent
Des amoureux qui butinent
Et toujours, en courant
Des gens qui vont et qui viennent
Et encore, en courant
Le mêmes gens qui reviennent
Et le métro qui flânait sous Paris
Doucement s'élance et puis s'envole
S'envole sur les toits de Paris
Des escaliers mécaniques
Portillons automatiques
Des bruits de pas qui résonnent
Dans les couloirs monotones
Basilique fantastique
Dans le faubourg électrique
Le métro de Paris
Gigantesque ver luisant
Sur les toits de Paris
A tissé des fils d'argent
Et, doucement
Il s'étire sur les toits de Paris
Et glisse, glisse, glisse, glisse, glisse...
Maandag 26 juni 2006
Bits And Pieces
Bits And Pieces
Composer(s): Mike Smith; Dave Clark
Performer(s): The Dave Clark Five
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
Since you left me and you said goodbye
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
All I do is sit and cry
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
You went away and left me misery
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
And that's the way it'll always be
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
You said you loved me and you'd always be mine
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
We'd be together till the end of time
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
Now you say it was just a game
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
But all you're doin' is leavin' me pain
Time goes by and goes so slow (oh, yeah)
It just doesn't seem true
Only just a few days ago
You said you'd love me, never make me blue
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
Now you've gone and I'm all alone
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
And you're still way up there on your throne
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
Nothin' seems to ever go right
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
'Cause night is day and day is night
Zondag 25 juni 2006
Le Métèque
Le Métèque
((Dutch Version: Zwanenzang (by Rob de Nys) - 2008))
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
First release by: Georges Moustaki - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Avec ma gueule de métèque
De Juif errant, de pâtre grec
Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents
Avec mes yeux tout délavés
Qui me donnent l'air de rêver
Moi qui ne rêve plus souvent
Avec mes mains de maraudeur
De musicien et de rôdeur
Qui ont pillé tant de jardins
Avec ma bouche qui a bu
Qui a embrassé et mordu
Sans jamais assouvir sa faim
Avec ma gueule de métèque
De Juif errant, de pâtre grec
De voleur et de vagabond
Avec ma peau qui s'est frottée
Au soleil de tous les étés
Et tout ce qui portait jupon
Avec mon cœur qui a su faire
Souffrir autant qu'il a souffert
Sans pour cela faire d'histoires
Avec mon âme qui n'a plus
La moindre chance de salut
Pour éviter le purgatoire
Avec ma gueule de métèque
De Juif errant, de pâtre grec
Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents
Je viendrai, ma douce captive
Mon âme sœur, ma source vive
Je viendrai boire tes vingt ans
Et je serai prince de sang
Rêveur ou bien adolescent
Comme il te plaira de choisir
Et nous ferons de chaque jour
Toute une éternité d'amour
Que nous vivrons à en mourir
Et nous ferons de chaque jour
Toute une éternité d'amour
Que nous vivrons à en mourir
Zondag 25 juni 2006
Biscate
Biscate
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Quarteto em Cy
Vivo de biscate e queres que eu te sustente
Se eu ganhar algum vendendo mate
Dou-te uns badulaques de presente
Andas de pareô, eu sigo inadimplente
Chamo você pra sambar
Levo você pra benzer
Fui pegar uma cor na praia
E só faltou me bater, é
Basta ver um rabo de saia
Pro bobo se derreter
Vives na gandaia e esperas que eu te respeite
Quem que te mandou tomar conhaque
Com o tíquete que te dei pro leite
Quieta que eu quero ouvir Flamengo e River Plate
Faço lelê de fubá
Faço pitu no dendê
Sirvo seu pitéu na cama
E nada dele comer, ai
Telefone, é voz de dama
Se penteia pra atender
Vamos ao cinema, baby
Vamos nos mandar daqui
Vamos nos casar na Igreja
Chega de barraco
Chega de piti
Vamos pra Bahia, dengo
Vamos ver o sol nascer
Vamos sair na bateria
Deixe de chilique
Deixe de siricotico
Zaterdag 24 juni 2006
Zwanenzang
Zwanenzang
((Adapted from: Le Métèque (by Georges Moustaki) - 1969))
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki - Belinda Meuldijk
Performer(s): Rob De Nijs - 2008
Ik voel me als een ouwe gek
een vreemde vent met grote bek
mijn wilde haar dat niet meer wil
ik met mijn vage blinde blik
Kijk hoe dromerig lijk ik
maar ach ik droom niet meer zoveel
ik met de handen van een dief
een muzikant, 't leven lief
ik stal de show mijn levenlang
en met mijn hongerige mond
die teveel zong en teveel dronk
begon ik aan mijn zwanenzang
Ik voel me als een ouwe gek
een vreemde vent een grote bek
een charmeur en vagebont
met een huid die is verweerd
door alle zomers van weleer
en liefde op de koude grond
ik met mijn hart vol stomme pijn
ik die niet harteloos kon zijn
maar onverstandig was ik wel
met mijn ziel die kansloos is
en elke redding heeft gemist
die zal wel branden in de hel
Ik voel me als een ouwe gek
een vreemde vent een grote bek
mijn afgeknipte wilde haar
zo kom ik nu jouw leven in
mijn zielemaatje, mijn vriendin
en drink ik op jouw dertig jaar
drink ik bloed of rode wijn
zal ik 'voorbij' of bij jou zijn
jij bent het die 't zeggen mag
staat onze liefde los van tijd?
wie liefheeft heeft de eeuwigheid
we zullen leven tot die dag
Staat onze liefde los van tijd?
wie liefheeft heeft de eeuwigheid
wij zullen leven tot die dag
Zaterdag 24 juni 2006
Bis Morgen Auf Dem Mond Mit Dir
Bis Morgen Auf Dem Mond Mit Dir
((French Version: À Demain Sur La Lune (by Salvatore Adamo))
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Bis morgen auf dem Mond mit dir!
Der alte Traum wird wahr!
Bis morgen auf dem Mond mit dir!
Wär' das nicht wunderbar?
Es kommt ein gold'ner Wagen
und schwebt mit uns empor
Ein Traum aus Kindertagen
und du kamst darin schon vor!
Planeten tanzten Reigen
denn es spielt für uns und sie
der Wind auf tausend Geigen
die Weltall-Sinfonie!
Bis morgen
Die Erde schwebt im Dunkel
nun als Lichtpunkt hoch im Raum
ein Lichtpunkt im Gefunkel
am Himmelsweihnachtsbaum
Uns're Wolkenpferde jagen
an Stern um Stern vorbei
und lautlos trägt der Wagen
ins Reich der Nacht uns zwei...
Der Wind wird leis' um dich
einen Spitzenschleier legen
ganz eng gelehnt an mich
schlummerst du dem Tag entgegen
Und im ersten Morgenlicht
küsse ich dich ab und zu
auch wenn die Sonne nicht ganz begreift
was ich da tu!
Vrijdag 23 juni 2006
Waltzing Maria
Waltzing Maria
Performer(s): BZN
When that old Cupid's arrow comes straight to your heart
And you can't sleep at night 'cause we're livin' apart
You ain't sure about her, don't know what to do
well don't be afraid, 'cause there'll be someone new
If you don't have much money it makes you feel blue
Then you are a poor gambler with nothing to do
That big wheel of fortune has no plans for you
Well don't be afraid 'cause we all do love you
Let's come together, together again
Just like the old folks as they sing with the band
like that waltzing Maria, with that fire in her dark eyes
One more tequila and cling to the band
just like the old folks, every neighbour's a friend
like that waltzing Maria, with those beautiful eyes
Well I bought me a guitar, and wrote me a song
When I played a few chords, the crowd didn't stay long
They say I'm no big star and I know that it's true
Well don't be afraid 'cause we all sing with you
Let's come together, together again
Just like the old folks as they sing with the band
like that waltzing Maria, with that fire in her dark eyes
One more tequila and cling to the band
just like the old folks, every neighbour's a friend
like that waltzing Maria, with those beautiful eyes
Well don't be afraid 'cause we all do love you
Let's come together, together again
Just like the old folks as they sing with the band
like that waltzing Maria, with that fire in her dark eyes
One more tequila and cling to the band
just like the old folks, every neighbour's a friend
like that waltzing Maria, with those beautiful eyes
like that waltzing Maria, with those beautiful eyes
like that waltzing Maria, with those beautiful eyes
Vrijdag 23 juni 2006
Birthday Song
Birthday Song
Composer(s): Don McLean
Performer(s): Don McLean
If I could say the things I feel, it wouldn't be the same
Some things are not spoken of, some things have no name
Though the words come hard to me, I'll say them just for you
For this is something rare for me this feeling is so new
You see I love the way you love me
I love the way you smile at me
I love the way we live this life we're in
Long ago I heard the song that lovers sing to me
And through the days with each new phrase I hummed that melody
And all along I loved the song but I never learned it through
But since the day you came along, I've saved it just for you
I don't believe in magic but I do believe in you
And when you say you believe in me
there's so much magic I can do
Now you see me now you don't watch me dive below
Deep down in your love lake where the sweet fish come and go
And I might sink and I might drown but death don't mean a thing
'Cause life continues right or wrong when I play this birthday song
I learned from you, and you can't even sing
Donderdag 22 juni 2006
L'ombelico
L'ombelico ((aka L'ombelico Della Moglie Di Un Agente (by Beppe Chierici) - 1976))
((Adapted from: Le Nombril Des Femmes D'agents (by Georges Brassens) - 1956))
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Nanni Svampa
Performer(s): Nanni Svampa - 2004
Poter vedere l'ombelico della moglie di un'agente
mi chiedo che valore ha, che senso ha esteticamente?
C'era però un ometto arzillo che voleva, nel quartiere
vedere l'ombelico della moglie d'un carabiniere!
Il tempo passa, brontolava in fondo nel mio calendario
Ho visto l'ombelico a mogli d'ogni bravo funzionario!
Ho visto l'ombelico a mogli di becchini e di notai
ma quello della moglie di un carabiniere, quello mai!
Mio padre ha visto l'ombelico della moglie di una spia
e mio fratello a mogli di tenenti della polizia!
Mio figlio quello dell'amante di un politico al potere,
ed io nemmeno quello della moglie di un carabiniere!
Così piangeva in mezzo a tutti, 'sto brav'uomo brontolone
quando la moglie di un carabiniere chiama dal balcone!
"Dai vieni qui, madonna mia, se vuoi vedere il mio ombelico
metterò fine al tuo supplizio qui c'è un ombelico amico!"
"'orca che bello, qui ci siamo!" grida il vecchio allegramente
Sia ringraziato il cielo, si realizza il sogno finalmente
E si buttò commosso sotto quella gonna per vedere
'sto cazzo di ombelico della moglie di un carabiniere
Ma dopo anni di ricerche, ormai distrutto, ormai sfinito
quando già stava per raggiungere il fatidico ombelico
l'infarto seco l'ha stroncato ancora prima di vedere
quell'ombelico amico della moglie di un carabiniere!
Donderdag 22 juni 2006
Le Messie
Le Messie
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Que chacun donne sa lumière
lumière de jour ou de nuit
chandelle douce des chaumières
hauts-fourneaux dans la suie
Enfants messagers d'étincelles
- mais si! mais si! -
langues de feu des jouvencelles
chaque homme ici est le messie!
Et chaque femme et chaque mère
au ventre plat ou arrondi
c'est sûr et certain qu'elle espère
de porter le messie
Non seulement les saints, les saintes
- mais si! mais si! -
chaque femme, vierge ou enceinte
elle aussi est le messie!
C'est Bouddha qui revient sur terre
Moïse et Mahomet aussi
Jésus a mis sa robe claire
Le vois-tu? Le voici!
Pythagore est en salopette
- mais si! mais si! -
Descartes roule à bicyclette
Ils sont rapides, ces messies!
Trois milliards au moins de prohètes
ça peut vous paraître inouï
Pour le combat et pour la fête
nous voilà réjouis
d'abord d'Amérique latine
- mais si! mais si! -
comme autrefois de Palestine
quand n'est venu qu'un seul Messie
J'ai crié au secours dans l'ombre
Tout le monde a dit: "Me voici!"
Des villes-déserts, des décombres tout le monde est sorti
Ils sont noirs, blancs, jaunes
et rouges, métis aussi
Sur mon appel la terre bouge
la Terre entière est le Messie
Mais si!
Donderdag 22 juni 2006
Birthday
Birthday
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: The Beatles
Covered by various other artists
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance
(Birthday)
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Dance
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance
(Birthday)
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Dance
You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too, yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you
Woensdag 21 juni 2006
Le Mérinos
