Maandag 5 februari 2007
Leader Of The Pack
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Leader Of The Pack
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Maandag 5 februari 2007
Bluebirds In The Moonlight
Bluebirds In The Moonlight
Composer(s): Ralph Rainger; Leo Robin
Performer(s): Beryl Davis
and various other artists
There are bluebirds in the moonlight
Silly idea, bluebirds in the moonlight
But that’s how I feel when I’m with you
There are night owls in the daylight
Silly idea, night owls in the daylight
Or maybe my heart is saying hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Who is the one for me?
You – that’s what you’ve done to me
There are bluebirds in the moonlight
Silly idea, bluebirds in the moonlight
But that’s how I feel when I’m with you
Zondag 4 februari 2007
Le Chef De La Bande
Le Chef De La Bande
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Frank Alamo - 1965
Figurez-vous qu'elle était fiancée à Jimmy
La bague qu'elle a au doigt
Je suis sûre que c'est lui qui lui a donnée
Tous les soirs à la sortie du lycée
Il allait la chercher avec sa moto
Et tu sais, il conduisait... comme un fou!
Elle l'a rencontré au drugstore
Il s'est retourné, lui a souri
Elle l'a aimé, lui le Chef de la Bande
Son père, sa mère ne l'aimaient pas, non, non
Ils ne voulaient pas qu'ils nous voient
Ils disaient "Ce garçon là n'est vraiment pas pour toi
Et bien parce que: c'est le Chef de la Bande"
Un jour son père lui a interdit
De revoir Jimmy et lui dit que tout était fini
Jimmy a demandé pourquoi? Elle a dit "je ne sais pas"
Elle a dû le peiner, lui le Chef de la Bande"
Il a souri, l'a embrassée, puis il lui a dit "Adieu"
Il paraît qu'il avait des larmes dans les yeux
Quand il a démarré dans la minute il...
Elle lui a dit de ralentir, mais...
Est-ce qu'il l'a entendue lorsqu'elle a crié
"Attention! Arrête! Attention ....!
Ah !!!!!!!!"
Elle pense à lui presque tout le temps
Elle se souvient de leurs bons moments
Ses amis lui disent toujours
De ne plus pleurer leur grand amour
Elle ne l'oubliera pas, lui le Chef de la Bande
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Zondag 4 februari 2007
Bluebird Of Happiness
Bluebird Of Happiness
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Harry Parr Davies; Sandor Harmati
Performer(s): Art Mooney
and various other artists
The beggar man and his mighty king are only diff'rent in name
For they are treated just the same by fate
Today a smile and tomorrow tears
We're never sure what's in store
So learn your lesson before too late, so
Be like I, hold your head up high
Till you find a bluebird of happiness
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness
And when he sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through
And so remember this, life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness
Life is sweet, tender and complete
When you find the bluebird of happiness
You will find perfect peace of mind
When you find the bluebird of happiness
Two hearts that beat as one
'Neath a new found sun
We are in a world that's just begun
And you must sing his song, as you go along
When you find the bluebird of happiness
Zaterdag 3 februari 2007
Leader Of The Laundromat
Leader Of The Laundromat
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance
Performer(s): The Detergents; The Surfaris
Is he really goin' out with `er? I don't know
Look, here he comes now
Let's ask `im
Hey, Murray, is it true Betty's wearin' your ring? Uh-huh
Who's that bangin' on the piano? I don't know
You goin' out with her tonight? You bet yer fur
By the way, where'd ya meet her?
I met her one day at the Laundromat
She turned around and smiled at me, ya get the picture? Yes, we see
And that's when I fell in love with the Leader Of the Laundromat
My folks were always putting her down (down, down)
Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown)
I don't care if they think she's bad
I fell in love cuz she looked so sad
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat
Dang it!!
My dad said "Find a laundry that's new" (find a laundry that's new)
How can I tell my baby we're through (tell my baby we're through)
Gotta drive right into town
I don't care if my shirts are brown
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat
Dang it!!
When I finally got there, I told her it was all over between us
I'll never forget the hurt and the funny look in her eye
She grabbed my laundry and ran into the street
Directly into the path of a runaway garbage truck
I yelled "watch out! watch out! watch out! watch out! watch ou-u-t!"
Dang it!!
I felt so messy standing there (messy standing there)
My daddy's shorts were everywhere (daddy's shorts were everywhere)
Tenderly I kissed her goodbye
Picked up my clothes, they were finally dry
But I won't forget you, oh Leader Of the Laundromat
(oh-oh-oh-oh)
(ooh--ooh—ooh—ooh)
Who's that bangin' on the piano?
I don't know
Zaterdag 3 februari 2007
Bluebird Island
Bluebird Island
Composer(s): Hank Snow
Performer(s): Hank Snow
My ship set sail to Bluebird Island
And slowly drifted out to sea
Her silver sails to cross the ocean
My lover's lonely heart set free
Then out across the waves
The bluebirds came one day
Out o'er the silver sea
Your message brought to me
To sail my ship of love along the moonlit bay
And anchor in the harbor of your heart
The trade winds there on Bluebird Island
Soon dried her lonely tears away
The treasure I found broken hearted
Was locked within my heart to stay
Vrijdag 2 februari 2007
Leader Of The Band
Leader Of The Band
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
First release by: Dan Fogelberg - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
Vrijdag 2 februari 2007
Bluebird
Bluebird
Composer(s): Leon Russell
Originally performed by: Leon Russell
Covered by various other artists
Yeah I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
Desolation lingers like a fog
The fire is growing dimmer in the wind
I'm out in the rain
The moon has gone behind the cloud again
And I can't stand to live another day
Cause my bluebird went away
And I'm locked in this room with my sorrow
No escape no way to get away
And my only connection with tomorrow
Is hoping that you might decide to not stay away
Oh, I'm out on a limb
If I could only find sweet love again
And I can't stand to live another day
Can't find my bluebird anywhere anywhere anywhere
Oh I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
And I can't stand to live another day
Bluebird why did you go away
Bluebird why did you go away
Oh, little bluebird, why did you go away
Won't you tell me
Donderdag 1 februari 2007
Lead Man Holler
Lead Man Holler
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
You hear me calling at the crack of dawn
Jump up brothers come and face the morn
Forget your aching from the day before
'Cause today we're goin' to do that and more
Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar
I want de men, the women and the children too
We got a long day out we got a lot to do
We got to cut up, stack up and load the cane
You better bring a shawl 'cause it look like rain
Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar
Well a working man I am tired and true
I won't ask you nothin' that I wouldn't do
Well you pay today is the same as last
Your work's the same, just a little fast
Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar
Well I'd like to tell you `bout yesterday
You work quite well, I am proud to say
I want ev'ry man to try his will
And make yesterday look like he was standing still
Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar
Donderdag 1 februari 2007
Blueberry Pies
Blueberry Pies
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout
Lying is killing the good things in me
Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey
My eyes shift and slide
Sure there are reasons for acting like this
But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do
Who said we’d be happy the more that we knew?
Oh don’t come a calling with answer me eyes
All you’ll get my baby are blueberry pies
But your being lovely
And your being good
Only depresses me, knowing how oddly I’m behaving
Hello stranger - (the) stranger I’ve become - I’m an air raid
Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid
So if I come begging with take me back eyes
All you have to tell me
All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies
Woensdag 31 januari 2007
Voleur De Pervenches
Voleur De Pervenches
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Le voleur de pervenches
Il est encore en prison
Il a volé deux pervenches
Pour en faire deux chansons
Il a fait la première
Pour le beaux yeux de Sylvie
La deuxième pour sa mère
Les deux femmes de sa vie
Bienheureux le voleur
Quand il vole des fleurs
Pour l'amour et le cœur
La, la, la, la . . . .
Le voleur de pervenches
A le cœur en liberté
Les prisons sans dimanche
N'empêchent pas d'aimer
Et pour sa récompense
Un miracle est arrivé
Car il pleut des pervenches
La prison s'est écrasée
Bienheureux prisonnier
Ton amour t'a payé
D'un printemps tout entier
La, la, la, la . . . .
Le voleur de pervenches
S'est enfuit de sa prison
Il a des fleurs dans les manches
Et l'printemps aux talons
Toutes ces fleurs pour sa mère
Pour Sylvie et ses beaux yeux
Il a fleurit toute la terre
Les printemps sont toujours bleus
La, la, la, la . . . .
Woensdag 31 januari 2007
Blueberry Hill
Blueberry Hill
Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock
First recording: Sammy Kaye & His Orch. - 1940
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler)
1977 - La Colline De Blueberry Hill (by Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner)
2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill where I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered till my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
Dinsdag 30 januari 2007
Le Visage De L'amour
Le Visage De L'amour
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Charles Trenet; Dalida
Vous êtes mes amis et nous aimons nous voir souvent
Vous êtes mes amis d'aujourd'hui, d'hier et d'avant
Au fil des années pas de fleurs fanées
Et si le temps marche à grands pas vous, vous ne changez pas
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
D'apporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas toujours été heureux
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas eu le ciel toujours bleu
Mais les choses méchantes s'envolent quand on chante
Et les grimaces de la vie ensemble on les oublie
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
Dapporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
"Oui, vous avez le visage de l'amour
C'est curieux comme le visage de l'amour ça ne change jamais
Parce que l'amour hein!
C'est éternel l'amour, c'est beau l'amour
Et puis l'amour c'estfidèle n'est ce pas!"
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous avez le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
De l'amour, de l'amour, de l'amour
Dinsdag 30 januari 2007
Blueberries For Breakfast
Blueberries For Breakfast
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
Drive you to the airport; wait `til it's time to go
I've checked the weather report; they say it will not snow
And all the planes can come and go
But I think the ceiling is too low
So you can't go
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
[?] New York fire [?]
Burning just a little too bright
Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
Somehow she came out alright
Through the darkness, see her light shining bright
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone
And I will cut you to the bone
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
Maandag 29 januari 2007
Le Vingt-Deux Septembre
Le Vingt-Deux Septembre
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1985 - To Anne, September Fifteenth (by Graeme Allwright)
2004 - Il 21 Settembre (by Nanni Svampa)
Un vingt et deux septembre au diable vous partites
Et, depuis, chaque année, à la date susdite
Je mouillais mon mouchoir en souvenir de vous...
Or, nous y revoilà, mais je reste de pierre
Plus une seule larme à me mettre aux paupières
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
On ne reverra plus, au temps des feuilles mortes
Cette âme en peine qui me ressemble et qui porte
Le deuil de chaque feuille en souvenir de vous...
Que le brave Prévert et ses escargots veuillent
Bien se passer de moi et pour enterrer les feuilles
Le vingt-e-deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Jadis, ouvrant mes bras comme une paire d'ailes
Je montais jusqu'au ciel pour suivre l'hirondelle
Et me rompais les os en souvenir de vous...
Le complexe d'Icare à présent m'abandonne
L'hirondelle en partant ne fera plus l'automne
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Pieusement nous d'un bout de vos dentelles
J'avais, sur ma fenêtre, un bouquet d'immortelles
Que j'arrosais de pleurs en souvenir de vous...
Je m'en vais les offrir au premier mort qui passe
Les regrets éternels à présent me dépassent
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Désormais, le petit bout de cœur qui me reste
Ne traversera plus l'équinoxe funeste
En battant la breloque en souvenir de vous...
Il a craché sa flamme et ses cendres s'éteignent
À peine y pourrait-on rôtir quatre châtaignes
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Et c'est triste de n'être plus triste sans vous
Maandag 29 januari 2007
Bluebell
Bluebell
Composer(s): Jerry Livingston; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Mitch Miller; Scott Walker
Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Don't you fret, although you know that we must part
Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
You will always be the flower of my heart
And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true
And if you save up all your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you
Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart
Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, blue, Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Blue Bell, blue
And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true
And if you save up on your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you
Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart
Flower of my heart
Zondag 28 januari 2007
Le Vin
Le Vin
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Avant de chanter
Ma vie, de fair' des
Harangues
Dans ma gueul' de bois
J'ai tourné sept fois
Ma langue
J'suis issu de gens
Qui étaient pas du genre sobre
On conte que j'eus
La tétée au jus
D'octobre...
Mes parents on dû
M'trouver au pied d'une souche
Et non dans un chou
Comm' ces gens plus ou
Moins louches
En guise de sang
(O noblesse sans Pareille!)
Il coule en mon cœur
La chaude liqueur
D'la treille...
Quand on est un sage, et qu'on a du savoir-boire
On se garde à vue
En cas de soif, une poire
Une poire ou deux
Mais en forme de
Bonbonne
Au ventre replet
Rempli du bon lait
D'l'automne...
Jadis, aux Enfers
Cert's, il a souffert
Tantale
Quand l'eau refusa
D'arroser ses amygdales
Etre assoiffé d'eau
C'est triste, mais faut
Bien dire
Que, l'être de vin
C'est encore vingt
Fois pire...
Hélas! il ne pleut
Jamais du gros bleu
Qui tache
Qu'ell's donnent du vin
J'irai traire enfin
Les vaches
Que vienne le temps
Du vin coulant dans
La Seine!
Les gens, par milliers
Courront y noyer
Leur peine...
Zondag 28 januari 2007
Groundhog Rootin' In My Backyard
Groundhog Rootin' In My Backyard (aka Blue Yodel No. 10)
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; Hank Snow
Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues
Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues
It ain't your drop stich stockings it ain't your blue buckle shoes
You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some
You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some
'Cause I've done more for you than anybody ever done you know it baby
Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too
Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too
My pretty mama don't love me but my bulldog do
There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night
There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night
For the way my mama been treatin' me he must be rootin' all right
Lord honey must be rootin' all right
Well I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls
I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls
It's my regular lovin' that gets me by in this world
Zaterdag 27 januari 2007
Le Village Endormi
Le Village Endormi
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Loin, sous la mer des nuages
Est un village endormi
Où sont les gens?
Où sont les gens?
Ils sont partis depuis longtemps
Ici plus rien ne les attend
Dans les maisons chaque pierre
Porte un visage, un prénom
Des pas gravés,
Sur les pavés
Le lourd fardeau du temps posé
Par des fantômes oubliés
Tous les secrets du village
Restent enfermés dans les cœurs
Pourtant ce soir
Sans rien savoir
Je sens revivre autour de moi
Comme une empreinte d'autrefois
Quand la lumière du silence
Prend les couleurs du couchant
Le seul trésor
Qu'on trouve encore
N'est pas toujours celui qu'on croit
Mais l'on est riche au fond de soi
Loin, sous la mer des nuages
Est un village endormi
Où sont les gens?
Où sont les gens?
Ils sont partis depuis longtemps
Ici plus rien ne nous attend...
Zaterdag 27 januari 2007
Blue Wing
