Zondag 19 november 1978
Todo Es Sexo Por Dinero
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Zondag 19 november 1978
I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
Composer(s): Eddie Dean; Hal Sothern
Performer(s): Tex Ritter
(Wah, wah, wah, waaahhhh)
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven
And you know who greeted me at the gate?
The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers
He said to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss of the riders up here has asked me to kinda show you around
Now, over yonder are a couple of your ole compadres"
My, was I glad to see them, Carson Robison and the Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
He introduced me to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls
Then he said, "Tex, step over this way, there are two more of your friends I know you'll want to see, they're waitin' for you"
There they were standin' side by side and smilin' at me -- Hank Williams and Johnny Horton
I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a star-studded night}
Then I asked him who else do you expect in the next, uh, say a hundred years?
He handed me a large book covered with star dust
Will called it the Big Tally Book
In it were many names and each name was branded in pure gold
I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff
Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean, Andy Griffith, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter (Whaaaatttt???) Tex Ritter?
Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
Zondag 19 november 1978
Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
Composer(s): Charles Wesley; S.B. Marsh
Performer(s): Henry "Rubberlegs" Williams
Jesus, lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Savior! hide
Till the storm of life be past
Safe into the haven guide
Oh! receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee
Leave, ah! leave me not alone
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed
All my help from Thee I bring
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadows of Thy wing!
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
Todo Es Mentira
Todo Es Mentira
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Me armé de corazas hasta los dientes
y de eso que llaman valor de héroe
Para no amainar el paso hacia una meta
en la que nunca me empeñé
Después de caer setecientas veces
logré que el contrario perdiera un poco el pie
y en vez de sentirme henchido por la hazaña
me preguntaba "porqué"
para responderme: no lo sé
Todo es mentira menos tú
y si lo fueras, te lo suplico, miénteme
bésame y dime: todo es mentira
menos tú
Me quise creer algunas promesas
que hablaban de cosas que había que cambiar
la fe, que era escasa, apenas tuvo tiempo
de acercarse a algún altar
Cambiaron las cosas pero al contrario
siguiendo las reglas del juego malabar
salieron de la chistera gatos rosas
grises, malvas, a cazar
al primer ratón dispuesto a hablar
Todo es mentira menos tú...
No sé que sentido tiene la vida
ni que coincidencia separa el bien del mal
no sé si este cuerpo que me encierra nace
de algo mas que un mineral
De lo que no tengo ninguna duda
es de que cometo el pecado original
cuando cada noche el cuerpo que me ofreces
no es una estatua de sal
sino del paraíso terrenal
Todo es mentira menos tú...
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
I Dreamed A Dream
I Dreamed A Dream
Adapted from: J'avais Rêvé D'une Autre Vie - 1980
Composer(s): Claude-Michel Schonberg; Alain Boublil; Jean-Marc Natel; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Patti LuPone - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And that song was exciting
There was a time, and it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in days gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dreamed he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So diff'rent from this hell I'm living
So diff'rent now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
Zaterdag 18 november 1978
Jesus, It's Me Again
Jesus, It's Me Again
Composer(s): Dick Damron
Performer(s): Charley Pride;
and various other artists
Lately Lord, I almost feel like dyin'
Wake up like a child slowly cryin'
Sometimes Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'
I can't find the strength to carry on
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Time to time I try to find a reason
To talk to you from time to time before
But this time Lord
Your Will is my command
And I know I just can't take it anymore
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand
Reach out your hand
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
Todo El Mundo Quieto
Todo El Mundo Quieto
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Me desperté eran casi las 6
me di vuelta y quise besarte los pies
di contra el suelo
Te fui a buscar en cada habitación
me di cuenta que ya no estabas allí
lo habías hecho de nuevo
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
Uno piensa que el amor es eterno
que todo consiste en un poco de mimos
palabras y juegos
todo es tan fugaz, todo es tan virtual
que lo que hoy vemos bien, mañana está mal
y lo desconocemos
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
Todo el mundo...
yo que creía ser tu perfecta droga
yo era tu daga y tu flor
devuélvanme a mi amor
Desayuné, saque el perro a pasear
me propuse olvidar por un rato
y todo, todo fue en vano
Empecé a correr
me subí a la torre más alta de ésta ciudad
y con fuego escribí con las manos
Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor...
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
I Dream Of You
I Dream Of You
Composer(s): Marjorie Goetschius; Edna Osser
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis
and multiple other artists
You're completely unaware, dear, that my heart is in your hand
So for love's sake won't you listen and try to understand?
I dream of you more than you dream I do
How can I prove to you this love is real?
You mean to me more than you mean to be
You just can't seem to see the way I feel
When I am close to you the world is far away
The words that fill my heart my lips can't seem to say
I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you
I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you
Vrijdag 17 november 1978
Jesus Was A Capricorn
Jesus Was A Capricorn
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson;
and various other artists
Jesus was a capricorn
He ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes
Long hair, beard and sandles
And a funky bunch of friends
Reckon we'd just nail him up
If he came down again
Chorus:
'cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Who they can feel better than at any time they please
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
Eggheads cussing rednecks cussing
Hippies for their hair
Others laugh at straights who laugh at
Freaks who laugh at squares
Some folks hate the whites
Who hate the blacks who hate the klan
Most of us hate anything that
We don't understand
Chorus
Donderdag 16 november 1978
Todo Acabó
Todo Acabó
Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Qué soledad ha dejado en mi alma tu amor
comprendiendo que no puede ser ni debe seguir así
Tanto vivir en tus brazos un mundo de amor
más la cruel realidad ya llegó y todo se terminó
Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor
Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad,
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor
Donderdag 16 november 1978
I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair
I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair (aka Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair)
Composer(s): Stephen Foster
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
and multiple other artists
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er
Oh! I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air
I long for Jeannie with the day dawn smile
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again
Oh! I long for Jeannie, and my heart bows low
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow
I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone
Now the nodding wild flow'rs may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
Oh! I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air
Donderdag 16 november 1978
Jesus Walked That Lonesome Valley
Jesus Walked That Lonesome Valley
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Andy Griffith
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now mother walked that lonesome valley
Now mother walked, she walked it by herself
Well there ain't nobody else could ever walk it for her
She had to walk it, she had to walk it by herself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now father walked that lonesome valley
Now father walked it, he walked it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
Well he had to walk it, he had to walk it by himself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now John was a baptist
He was some folk say he was a Jew
He wrote that holy holy bible
The bible tells you, it plainly tells you
That he was, that he was a preacher too
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Woensdag 15 november 1978
Todo A Pulmón
Todo A Pulmón
Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner
and multiple other artists
Que difícil se me hace
mantenerme en este viaje
sin saber a dónde voy en realidad
si es de ida o de vuelta
si el furgón es la primera
si volver es una forma de llegar
Que difícil se me hace
cargar todo este equipaje
se hace dura la subida al caminar
esta realidad tirana
que se ríe a carcajadas
porque espera que me canse de buscar
Cada nota cada idea
cada paso en mi carrera
y la estrofa de mi última canción
cada fecha postergada
la salida y la llegada
y el oxígeno de mi respiración
y todo a pulmón todo a pulmón
Que difícil se me hace
mantenerme con coraje
lejos de la transa y la prostitución
Defender mi ideología
buena o mala pero mía
tan humana como la contradicción
Que difícil se me hace
seguir pagando el peaje
de esta ruta de locura y ambición
un amigo en la carrera
una luz y una escalera
y la fuerza de hacer todo a pulmón
Woensdag 15 november 1978
I Dream Of Brownie With The Light Blue Jeans
I Dream Of Brownie With The Light Blue Jeans
Composer(s): Stephen Foster; Sol Meyer; Spike Jones
Performer(s): Spike Jones
I dream of Brownie with the light blue jeans
She is as sweet as liquorice jelly beans
I dream of Brownie and with passion I burn
For of all the smiles I've seen there's none like her'n
When my nights are lonely and go from bad to worse
Brownie sings to me and I thrill to her verse
She makes me happy and she makes me feel merrier
Brownie is my favour-ite black haired terrier
I love Brownie better than Jeannie, Jeannie
I love Brownie better than
Jeannie without the hair
I will not forget, forget the night I called
I looked for Jeannie's light brown hair
And found that she was bald
I dream of Jeannie with the (pop, whistle & cow bell)
She is so (pop) that I could almost (car horn)
I dream of Jeannie with the (pop, whistle & cow bell)
Ev'ry time I look at her I (grunt, grunt, grunt)
Ev'ry time I (gunshot) her, I could almost (car horn)
Ev'ry time I (gunshot) her, I (gil-ulp, gil-ulp, gulp)
I dream of Jeannie with the (bell, ascending whistle, Neigh)
Jeannie is my queenie, for I love her so
Woensdag 15 november 1978
Jesus The Missing Years
Jesus The Missing Years
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine
It was raining it was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France he went to Spain
He found love he found pain
He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble wiht the cops from Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side
Of Rome
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters
Swimming pools, orgies and lots of pretty Italian chicks
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block inside
At 23 skidoo
Wine was flowing so were beers
So Jesus found his missing years
He went to a dance and said, "This don't move me"
So he hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
On his thirteenth birthday he saw 'Rebel Without a Cause'
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
Who gave him a gift
And he responded in kind
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
Called 'The Dove Of Love Fell Off The Perch'
But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church
At least not back then anyhow
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit
So he took a pill with a Coca-Cola and he swallowed it
He discovered the Beatles
He recorded with the Stones
Once he even opened up a three way package
For old George Jones
The years passed by like sweet little days
With babies crying pork chops and Beaujolais
When he woke up he was seventeen
The world was angry the world was mean
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
All agreed that life stank all the world smelled like poop
Baby poop that is the worst kind
So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb
And headed back to Jerusalem to find mom, dad and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said, "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
Jesus said "God"
Oh my God what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama, they don't like me Bud
So Jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and He wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story
Of Jesus ... the missing years
Dinsdag 14 november 1978
Todo A Mi Favor
Todo A Mi Favor
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Siempre preocupado, como sin destino
igual que un marinero recién embarcado
siento como cantan el Ave María
las viejas del barrio allá en las casillas
cara de ladrón, ropa muy antigua
como un extranjero en su propia quinta
abre la ventana la rubia lijera
pero ella solo invita a los que tienen tela
perdedor por muchas cabezas
ganador de la sutileza
mientras que otros persiguen el oro
solo me contendo por durar un poco
sé que esta no es forma ni filosofía
solo la defensa de mi pobre vida
tengo esperanzas, no las pierdo
porque soy un ganador
pero creo que este año me irá peor
Por eso la otra tarde
con ánimo de lucha
yo me fuí p'al centro como quien disfruta
pero en el 59 aunque iba muy atento
una mano amiga me rapiñó el vento
no importa me dijo, vamos pa' adelante
sin tener en cuenta que andaba cesante
y por andar pensando en esas cosas distraído
no vi ni la sombra de ese colectivo
Perdedor por muchas cabezas
ganador de la sutileza
mientras que los otros persiguen el oro
solo me contento por durar un poco
sé que esta no es forma ni filosofía
solo la defensa cuando estaba en vida
ahora vivo en una nube que no para de llover
pago al día mis impuestos más el alquiler
los diarios de aquí arriba son todos oficialistas
traen las hojas en blanco con la cara del barbita
aquí arriba se comenta
que hasta el cielo está empeñado
que levanten ese muerto, San Pedro y sus asociados
tengo esperanza, no las pierdo
porque soy un ganador
pero creo que este año me irá peor
Dinsdag 14 november 1978
I Dream In The Arms Of My Darling
I Dream In The Arms Of My Darling
Composer(s): Box; Cox
Performer(s): Rita Williams
I dream in the arms of my darling
When the toil of the long day is through
And there in the arms of my darling
All my cares fade away in the blue
I find perfect peace with my loved one
We meet at the close of each day
I dream in the arms of my darling
Though you’re ever so far away
I dream in the arms of my darling
Though you’re ever so far away
Dinsdag 14 november 1978
Jesus Put A Yodel In My Soul
Jesus Put A Yodel In My Soul
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson
My life was empty, without a goal
Then I let Jesus into my soul
Now I'm so happy, never feel low
Jesus put a yodel in my soul
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus set me free
Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
Yodel-ay-ee-dee
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus set me free
Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
Yodel-ay-ee-dee
He helped me give up my sinful ways
Night and day I'm singin' his praise
All is well in my heart I know
Jesus put a yodel in my soul
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus set me free
Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
Yodel-ay-ee-dee
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus set me free
Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
Yodel-ay-ee-dee
Maandag 13 november 1978
Today's Teardrops
Today's Teardrops
Composer(s): Gene Pitney - Aaron Schroeder
First release by: Roy Orbison With Bob Moore's Orch. & Chorus - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows and tomorrow's rainbows we will share me and you
So dry your eyes, little girl, dry your eyes
And we're gonna see skies of blue yeah, yeah, yeah
Had a tough time getting started, maybe you're just a little downhearted
all you gotta do is a count to 10, baby you'll be smiling when
Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows and tomorrow's rainbows we will share me and you
So dry your eyes, little girl, dry your eyes
And we're gonna see skies of blue yeah, yeah, yeah
Gonna be just a love of gladness, don't wanna hear nothing 'bout sadness
Come a little closer come a to me, with each kiss you're gonna see
Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows and tomorrow's rainbows we will
share me and you so dry your eyes, little girl, dry your eyes,
And we're gonna see skies of blue yeah, yeah, yeah
Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows and tomorrow's rainbows we will share me and you...
Maandag 13 november 1978
I Double Dare You
