Zaterdag 13 september 2008
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Zaterdag 13 september 2008
Buckle Down, Winsocki
Buckle Down, Winsocki
Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and various other artists
Buckle down, Winsocki, buckle down
You can win, Winsocki, if you knuckle down
If you break their necks , if you make them wrecks
You can break the hex, so buckle down
Make 'em yell Winsocki, make 'em yell
You can win, Winsocki, if you give 'em hell
It you don't give in, take it on the chin
You are bound to win, if you will only buckle down
If you fight you'll chuckle at defeat
If you fight your luck'll not retreat (Cheer!!!)
Knuckle down Winsocki, knuckle down
You can win, Winsocki, if you buckle down
If you mow them down, if you go to town
You can wear the crown, if you will only buckle down
Vrijdag 12 september 2008
L'hippopodame
L'hippopodame
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1973
C'est un Rubens
C'est une hippopodame
Avec un D
Comme dans marshmallow
Et si j'en pince
Pour c't'hippopodame
C'est qu'avec elle j'ai des prix de gros
Ah quel suspens
Sur mon hippopodame
Avec un D
Comme dans vas-y mollo
Les ressorts grincent
Sous l'hippopodame
Même au-d'ssus je m'sens bien dans sa peau
C'est pas une mince
Affaire c't'hippopodame
Avec un D
Comme dans gigolo
Lorsqu'elle me coince
Mon hippopodame
Entre ses deux groseilles à maquereaux
Puis elle se rince
Vite fait l'hippopodame
Avec un D
Comme dans lavabo
Elle redevient princesse hippopodame
Elle me refile mon petit cadeau
C'est un rubens
C'est une hippopodame
Avec un D
Comme dans marshmallow
Et si j'en pince
Pour c't'hippopodame
C'est qu'avec elle j'ai des prix de gros
Vrijdag 12 september 2008
Buckets Of Rain
Buckets Of Rain
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Originally performed by: Bob Dylan
Covered by various other artists
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
I got all the love, honey baby
You can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
I'll be here
Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery
Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby
When I go
Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you, honey baby
Can't you tell?
Donderdag 11 september 2008
L'heure Exquise
L'heure Exquise
Composer(s): Léo Stein - Frans Lehár
Performer(s): Renée Doria
and multiple other artists
Lorsque la douce nuit
Tend ses voiles
Quand scintillent sans bruit
les étoiles
voyant mourir le jour
qui s'achève
tout porte aux reves
a l'entour
ma pensée est vers vous
et se pame
et dans mon coeur jaloux
de votre ame
je ressens un frisson
qui m'enivre
ah! c'est bon
oui c'est bien bon de vivre
Heure exquise
qui nous grise
lentement!
la caresse
la promess
du moment!
l'ineffable étreinte de nos désirs fous
tout dis: gardez-moi puisque je suis à vous
(aube) au lever du soleil
quand l'aurore
vous incite au réveil
c'est encore
que pour vous, mon trésor
mon doux maitre
vibre mon être
a l'essor
je me crois dans vos bras
je m'oublie
vous murmurant tout bas
mon envie
l'amour de ses faveurs
nous inonde
et nos coeurs
s'envolent de ce monde
Donderdag 11 september 2008
Buccaneer
Buccaneer
Composer(s): Mike McCullagh; Tully McCullagh
Performer(s): McCully Workshop
Well they got me on the beach
And we were just out of reach
Of the forty-second squadron
When I heard the captain screech
Get down on the sand
Don't you waste my time
'Cause I gotta get that gold
And sail for England on the tide
And the Buccaneer said I'll see you dead
I'll see you swingin' from the yard arm
The buccaneer sang in a nasal twang
There's enough gold here to start on
There's enough gold to get high on
Save me! Whoa, oh, oh, sa-aave me
Save me fro-o-om
The Buccaneer
Woensdag 10 september 2008
L'heure De La Sortie
L'heure De La Sortie
Composer(s): Claude Carrère - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Sheila
Nous sommes un groupe une petite troupe
D'amis fidèles qui nous entendons bien
Et nous travaillons tous soir et matin
Afin de gagner not' pain quotidien
Des secrétaires, des couturières
Et des vendeurs dans les grands magasins
Mais que l'on soit photographe ou mannequin
On est tous d'accord sur un point
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
Pourtant nous sommes ravis en sommes
D'avoir choisi un métier qui nous plait
Faudrait pas croire que toute la journée
On ait qu'une idée: aller s'promener
Mais quel dommage que d'être en cage
Lorsqu'on aperçoit le soleil dehors
Et qu'il faut finir le travail d'abord
On doit vraiment faire un effort
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
Quand l'heure approche j'entends la cloche
Et je sais bien qu'au coin d'la rue là-bas
Il y a un garçon qui m'attend déjà
Et qui regarde l'horloge comme moi
Celui que j'aime, toujours le même
Je me souviens quand j'allais avec lui
Chanter dans la rue "l'école est finie"
Rien n'a vraiment changé depuis
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée
L'heure de la sortie-ie
Tout au long d'l'année-ée
L'heure de la sortie
C'est le meilleur moment de la journée ...
Woensdag 10 september 2008
Bubbling Over
Bubbling Over (aka Life Is Bubbling Over All The Time)
Composer(s): John William Kellette
In the human heart there's a hope that glows
like the budding rose
Full of promise grows
And the dawning light finds that hope so bright
But hopes bubble over then fade from sight
Through our dearest dreams as we scheme our schemes
Hope is ever new
And each golden hue
Keeps them soaring high, till they fade and die
Or those that we cherish take wings and fly
Bubbling over
Bubbling over
Hope with me is bubbling over all the time
Just as a rosebud blooms, its petals fall
Like all my dreams, they die, then all goes tumbling over, crumbling over
Like my castles high in the air I search for sunshine and the raindrops fall
Then as I hunt for fortune, it just hides, that's all
Dreams are over
Hopes are over
Life is bubbling over all the time
Dinsdag 9 september 2008
L'heure Bleue
L'heure Bleue
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
C'est l'heure que je préfère
on l'appelle l'heure bleue
où tout devient plus beau, plus doux, plus lumineux
c'et comme un voile de rêve
qu'elle mettrait devant les yeux
cette heure bien trop brève
et qui s'appelle l'heure bleue
c'est une heure incertaine, c'est une heure entre deux
où le ciel n'est pas gris même quand le ciel pleut
je n'aime pas bien le jour
le jour s'évanouit peu à peu
la nuit attend son tour
cela s'appelle l'heure bleue
le jour t'avait pris
et tu te promènes
dans le soir de Paris
l'heure bleue te ramène
c'est l'heure de l'attente quand on est amoureux
attendre celui qu'on aime, il n y a rien de mieux
quand on sait qu'il va venir
c'est le moment le plus heureux
et laissez-moi vous dire
que ça s'appelle l'heure bleue
oui laissez-moi vous dire
comme j'aime l'heure bleue
Dinsdag 9 september 2008
Bubblin' Up
Bubblin' Up
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Dr. Hook
I used to be a prancer
A one-eyed song and dancer
But eyes for true romance
I didn't even try
I'd get 'em and forget 'em
But I never could stay with 'em
Cause I thought my well of love had done run dry
But now it's bubblin' up
I feel it bubblin' up
And you can't hold back this true love
No matter what you do
Because it's bubblin' up
(You can hear it, baby)
It's bubblin' up,
And it'll soon be bubblin' over just for you
(Get that look off your face!)
I know that when I met you
You loved me and I let you
But I'd gladly bet you
That it wouldn't last too long
But I had no way of knowing
That this thing would keep on growin'
And now the feeling still is going strong
And yes it's bubblin' up
Maandag 8 september 2008
L'herbe Tendre
L'herbe Tendre
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Michel Colombier
First release by: Michel Simon & Serge Gainsbourg - 1968
D'avoir vécu le cul
Dans l'herbe tendre
Et d'avoir su m'étendre
Quand j'étais amoureux
J'aurais vécu obscur
Et sans esclandre
En gardant le cœur tendre
Le long des jours heureux
Pour faire des vieux os
Faut y aller mollo
Pas abuser de rien pour aller loin
Pas se casser le cul
Savoir se fendre
De quelques baisers tendres
Sous un coin de ciel bleu
Pas se casser le cul
Savoir se fendre
De quelques baisers tendres
Sous un coin de ciel bleu
Maandag 8 september 2008
Bubbles In My Beer
Bubbles In My Beer
Composer(s): Tommy Duncan; Cindy Walker; Bob Wills
Originally performed by: Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
Covered by various other artists
Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting
Apart from the laughter and the cheers
While scenes from the past, rise before me
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer
A vision of someone who loved me
Brings a lone silent tear to my eye
Oh! I know that my life's been a failure
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer
I'm seeing a road that I've traveled
A road paved with hearthaches and tears
And I'm seeing the past that I've wasted
While watchin' the bubbles in my beer
As I think of the heart that I've broken
And of the golden chances that have passed me by
And the dreams that I made, now are empty
As empty as the bubbles in my beer
Zondag 7 september 2008
Leyenda De Los Dos Amantes
Leyenda De Los Dos Amantes
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Como tiernas babosas de la campiña
ella y él se enroscaron húmedamente
y el dejó de ser hombre, como ella niña
para ser uno sólo completamente
Desde todos los puntos que los juntaban
se saborearon tanto y con tal delicia
que las horas de vida que les quedaban
decidieron pasarlas en la caricia
A menos de un suspiro del tibio abrazo
el resto de la historia se debatía
en átomos, galaxias y otros acasos
que encontraron certeza justo aquel día
Y se hicieron leyenda los dos amantes
enroscados eterna y húmedamente
Nada pudo tocarlos detrás de guantes
Sólo pueden saberlo los igualmente
Zondag 7 september 2008
Bubbles
Bubbles
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do, bubbles booble-ee-oo-do
Why are my love affairs just bubbles
Whenever I fall, if I give her a call, there’s a busy line
With my kind of luck I not only get stuck but I lose my dime
They’re only troubles booble-ee-oo-do
Troubles booble-ee-oo-do
And when I care they’re mostly doubles
I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time
I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time
Zondag 7 september 2008
Buachaill Ón Éirne
Buachaill Ón Éirne
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Clannad
and various other artists
Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill
gan coite gan bád gan gráinín brach' ar bith liom
ach duilliúir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is óró, a sheacht m'anam déag thú, is tú ag féachaint orm anall
Zaterdag 6 september 2008
Leyenda
Leyenda
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Miguel Zenón
Al amanecer
algunos ojos ya eran de la oscuridad
y huyeron hacia las tiniebas del ayer
con un punado de semillas por sembrar
con un punado de promesas por crecer
y amar
Pero salio el sol
y se elevo sobre la tierra siempre mas
secando el frio nocturnal dando calor
regocijando al mundo con su prodigar
irguiendo al viento el poderoso corazon
de amar
Y su luz subio
saltando las montanas traspasando el mar
resgando el mundo con su calida verdad
su calida razon
esparciendo la claridad
como una estacion
Era bello el sol
que se elevaba sobre el mundo siempre mas
con su destierro de nevadas su cancion
su semillero en jubiloso despertar
erguido al viento el poderoso corazon
de amar
Y su luz llego
al reino oscuro a las torres del ayer
y la cimiente arrebatada de su amor
sintiose renacer
al contacto de su calor
y de su quehacer
Luego al final
a la hora en que se suponia atardecer
sintieron que la luz quedo en su respirar
como una sangre de la atmosfera un poder
un pacto eterno con la claridad solar
Zaterdag 6 september 2008
Bryant Hotel
Bryant Hotel
Composer(s): Tom Feher
Performer(s): The Left Banke
Bryant Hotel
Cardboard ceilings and mayhem
Nobody cares
Hours for sale
Broadway Harlequin harem...
Foot of the stairs
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell.....
Bryant hotel
Fossils lie in the lobby
Biding their time
Midsummer hell
Sink-down sofa, seat shabby
Fifty cent wine
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
A month of dear belated bills to pay
But that's OK - they never had it so well
at the Bryant Hotel.....
Bryant Hotel
Elevator vacation
Hourly ride
Telephone call
Find another location
Credit denied!
It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell.....
Vrijdag 5 september 2008
Lewis Boogie
Lewis Boogie
Composer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
First recording/First release by: Jerry Lee Lewis and His Pumping Piano - 1957/1958
Covered by multiple other artists
My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana
I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano
Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it
I'll make you do it and make you do it until you break it
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen
The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot
My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Aw,
Oh, boy!
Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town
That's where that Presley boy said you ain't nothing but a hound
But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove
Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Oh, boogie woogie
When your hips start rockin'
And your knees start knockin'
Lewis boogie, Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day
Vrijdag 5 september 2008
Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn
(Traditional)
Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born
He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn
But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in
"Whoo, I'll lead the fashions" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear
He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair
With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in
"Whoo, they're pleasant and cool" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back
He went to his neighbor's and borrowed a sack
Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin
"Whoo, they'll take them for ruffles" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head
He thought that the pot would do him instead
Then he murdered murdered a cod for the sake of its fin
"Whoo, 'twill pass for a feather" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat
He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat
With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then
"Whoo, they'll take them for pistols" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear
He bought him a rat's skin to make him a pair
He then drew them on and they fitted his shin
"Whoo, they're illegant wear" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes
He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those
Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins
"Whoo, they'll shine out like buckles" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on
He scooped out a turnip to make him a one
Then he planted a cricket in under the skin
"Whoo, they'll think it's a-tickin'" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door
He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor
He'd a way to jump out and a way to swim in
"Whoo, it's very convenient" says Bryan O'Lynn
Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother
They all went home o'er the bridge together
The bridge it broke down and they all tumbled in
"Whoo, we'll go home by water" says Bryan O'Lynn
Donderdag 4 september 2008
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