Ik Ben Verliefd

Words and music by PIERRE KARTNER
Released as a single by SIENEKE (2010)

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This is the Netherlands' entry for the Eurovision Song contest 2010, which is one of my two favourites to win, the other being the Spanish enty. Translation from the Netherlands' Eurovision Song Contest Olso 2010 page below the Dutch words.

'K ben vergeten waar ik dit liedje heb gehoord in de zomerzon
Ik geloof dat 't toen daar met jou op 't strand was in Lissabon
Of was 't daar toen in Parijs
Achter 'n coupe vers mokka ijs
'T kan ook zijn dat 't was met z'n twee boven zee in die luchtballon

Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala 't gaat niet uit m'n kop
Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala ik sta d'r 's morgens mee op
Ik ben verliefd op jou
Daarom vergeet ik alles gauw
En weet ik 't niet meer
Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala zo gaat 't ongeveer

Ik ben verliefd ik ben verliefd
Ik ben verliefd.........dat kun je zo zien

'T kan ook zijn dat ik samen met jou in 't vliegtuig naar Oslo zat
Of kwam 't uit 'n cafe in zo'n straatje we waren in Trinidad
Of was 't met 'n goed glas wijn op dat terrasje in Berlijn
Of was 't Moskou waar ik mijn eerste kus van jou heb gehad

Hoe kan ik dat... Hoe kan ik dat
Hoe kan ik dat... Hoe kan ik dat
Hoe kan ik dat nou vergeten

Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala 't gaat niet uit m'n kop
Shalalie shalala Shalalie shalala
ik sta d'r 's morgens mee op
Ik ben verliefd op jou
Daarom vergeet ik alles gauw
En weet ik 't niet meer
Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala zo gaat 't ongeveer

Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala 't gaat niet uit m'n kop
Shalalie shalala Shalalie shalala
ik sta d'r 's morgens mee op
Ik ben verliefd op jou
Daarom vergeet ik alles gauw
En weet ik 't niet meer
Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala zo gaat 't ongeveer
Shalalie shalala
Shalalie shalala ja ik weet 't alweer....!

I’M IN LOVE (SHA-LA-LIE)

I’ve forgotten where I heard this song in the summer sun,
I believe it was with you there on the beach in Lisabon
Or was it there that time in Paris,
With a bowl of fresh mocha ice cream
Or could it have been with the two of us over the sea in that hot-air balloon

Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, I can’t get it out of my head
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala it’s there when I get up in the morning
I’m in love with you
That’s why I soon forget everything
And I don’t remember
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, that’s about how it goes

I’m in love, I’m in love
I’m in love ……..it easily shows

It’s also quite possible that I was on a plane to Oslo with you
Or was it coming from a bar in this alley when we where in Trinidad
Or with a fine glass of wine on that little terrace in Berlin
Or was it Moscon where I got my first kiss from you

How come I... How come I
How come I How come I
How come I don’t remember

Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, I can’t get it out of my head
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala it’s there when I get up in the morning
I’m in love with you
That’s why I soon forget everything
And I don’t remember
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, that’s about how it goes

Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, I can’t get it out of my head
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala it’s there when I get up in the morning
I’m in love with you
That’s why I soon forget everything
And I don’t remember
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala, that’s about how it goes
Shalalie Shalala
Shalalie Shalala Yes, I remember now! …..!

Celebrate Earth Day (Every Day)

words and music by JOHN DENVER
from the 1990 album Earth Songs

Celebrate morning
The cry of a loon on a lake in the night
the dreams that are born in the
dawn's early light
Celebrate morning

Celebrate living
The laughter that sings in the heart of a child
The freedom that flies at the call of the wild
Celebrate living

Celebrate evening
The stars that appear in the loss of the sun
Whispering winds, "We are
one, we are one"...

Celebrate earth Day, every day
Celebrate earth Day, every day
Celebrate land and sea
Celebrate you and me

Celebrate earth Day, every day
Celebrate land and sea
Celebrate you and me
Celebrate earth Day, every day,
every day, every day, every day

Plaisir d'Amour

Words by JEAN DE FLORIAN
Music by JEAN PAUL EGIDE MARTINI

This was written in 1780 by Jean Paul Egide Martini, using a poem from Jean de Florian's Célestine. The melody would be resurrected in 1961 when songwriters George Weiss, Hugo Peretti and Luigi Creatori used Martini's music for Can't Help Falling in Love, which appeared in the King's film Blue Hawaii and proved an enduring hit in its own right. (English translation below.)

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment.
chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

J'ai tout quitté pour l'ingrate Sylvie.
Elle me quitte et prend un autre aimant.

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment.
chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie,

Je t'aimerai me répétait Sylvie.
L'eau coule encore. Elle a changé pourtant.

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment.
chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

Translation:

The pleasure of love lasts only a moment
The pain of love lasts a lifetime.

I gave up everything for ungrateful Sylvia,
She is leaving me for another lover.

The pleasure of love lasts only a moment,
The pain of love lasts a lifetime.

"As long as this water will run gently
Towards this brook which borders the meadow,

I will love you", Sylvia would tell me.
The water still runs, but she has totally changed.

The pleasure of love lasts only a moment,
The pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Les Grognards

Sung by EDITH PIAF

Les Grognards were a regiment created by Napoleon, essentially a special forces operation, from which we get the term "the old guard". This is Edith Piaf's song about the Old Guard's ghosts marching at night through Paris, which they never had a chance to visit when they were alive. I'd love it if anybody could give me details of songwriting credits. An English translation is below the song.

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Écoute peuple de Paris
Tu n’as pas la fièvre
Écoute ces pas qui marchent dans la nuit
Qui s’approchent de ton rêve
Tu vois des ombres qui forment une fresque
Gigantesque accrochée dans ton ciel
Écoute, peuple de Paris
Regarde peuple de Paris ces ombres éternelles
Qui défilent en chantant sous ton ciel

Nous les grognards, les grenadiers
Sans grenades, sans fusils, ni souliers
Sans ennemis et sans armée
On s’ennuie dans la nuit du passé
Nous les grognards, les grenadiers
Sans grenades, sans fusils, ni souliers
Ce soir nous allons défiler
Au milieu de vos Champs-Elysées
Wagram, Iéna, Eylau, Arcole, Marengo…
Ça sonne bien
Quelles jolies batailles
Tout ce travail
C’était pas pour rien
Puisque les noms de rues
Les noms d’avenues
Où vous marchez
C’est avec le sang
De nos vingt ans
Qu’on les a gravés
Nous les grognards, les grenadiers
Sans grenades, sans fusils, ni souliers
Sans ennemis et sans armée
On s’ennuie dans la nuit du passé
Nous les grognards, les grenadiers
On est morts sur des champs étrangers
On a visité la Russie
Mais jamais nous n’avons vu Paris
On n’a pas eu le temps
D’avoir un printemps
Qui nous sourit
Nos pauvres amours
Duraient un jour
Au revoir et merci
Roulez, roulez tambours
Dans le petit jour
On s’en allait
Au son du clairon

Et du canon
Notre vie dansait
Nous les grognards, les grenadiers
On nous a oubliés, oubliés…
Depuis le temps de nos combats
Il y a eu tant et tant de soldats
Mais cette nuit vous nous verrez
Sans grenades, sans fusils, ni souliers
Défiler au pas cadencé
Au milieu de vos Champs-Elysées
Sans grenades…
Sans fusils…
Ni souliers…
A Paris…

Translation

Listen, people of Paris,
You're complacent
Listen to those footsteps marching in the night
That come to you in your dreams.
Do you see the shadows forming a gigantic fresco
hanging from the sky?
Listen, people of Paris
Listen, people of Paris to those eternal shades
Who sing as they pass under your skies!

We are les Grognards, grenadiers
Without grenades, rifles or boots
With neither enemies nor army
Turned grey in the night of the past.
We are les Grognards, grenadiers
Without grenades, rifles or boots
Tonight we're going to march
To the heart of your Champs Elysées.
Wagram, Iéna, Eylau, Arcole, Marengo…
It sounds impressive,
Those fine battles
All our work
Was for nothing.
Because the names of your streets
And avenues
Were written with our blood
Engraved on our twenty years
We are les Grognards, grenadiers
Without grenades, rifles or boots
With neither enemies nor army
Turned grey in the night of the past.
We are les Grognards, grenadiers,
dead on foreign fields.
We visited Russia
But never saw Paris.
We never had time
To have a spring
To smile in.
Our feeble loves
Lasted a day
So thank you and goodbye.
Roll, drums, roll
In the short day
When we followed the bugle's call.

And to the cannon
Our lives danced to.
We are les Grognards, grenadiers,
And you have forgotten us, forgotten us.
Solider after soldier has fallen
Since the time of our battles
But you will see us tonight
Without grenades, rifles or boots,
Marching in time
To the heart of your Champs Elysées
Without grenades...
Without rifles...
Without boots...
To Paris...

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Out in the Street

Performed by THE SHANGRI-LAS
REleased as a single in 1965
And by BLONDIE in 1976

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I can't find attributions for this song, but will try to. It demonstrates the difficulty of trying to get "off the streets" once you've been on them.

He don't, hang around, with the gang no more.
He don't do the wild things that he did before.

He used to act bad, Used to, but he quit it.
It make me so sad.
Cause I know that he did it for me.
(Yes he did now)
And I can see...(It's still in the streets)
His heart, out in the street.

(He don't, comb his hair, like he did before
He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more.)

But he's not the same, Somethin' about his kissin'
That tells me he's changed.
I know that something's missing inside.
(mumble mumble)
Somethin's died...(It's still in the streets)
His heart, out in the street.

He grew up on the sidewalk.
Streetlight shinin' above.
He grew up with no-one to love.
He grew up on the sidewalk.
He grew up running free.
He grew up and then he met me..

He don't, hang around, with the gang no more.
Gee, he doesn't smile like he did before.

I wish I didn't care.
I wish I'd never met him.
They're waitin' downstairs.
I know I've got to set him free
He's gotta' be... (Out in the street)
His heart is out in the street.

He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(Out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(Out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(Out in the street)

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Once in a Lifetime

This song was written by my mother in New York in the early '60s.

Once in a lifetime we make a mistake
One that causes real heartbreak
It's then that we feel, all the sorrow and pain,
And wish that we could turn the clock back again.

Once in a lifetime, we do a great wrong
To someone who loves us sincerely.
We think we are clever, but only headstrong
And too late, we see things quite clearly.

So once in a lifetime, heed the advice
From the one, in whose hearts we are dear.
For that big mistake we pay a terrible price
In emptiness, loneliness and fear.

Fairytale

Words and music by ALEXANDER RYBAK
Winner of the EUROVISION SONG CONTEST 2009

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Congratulations to Alexander Rybak from Norway, who won the Eurovision Song Contest in Russia with this song, and after years of frustration about voting for countries in one's own back yard shares the prize with the night's other big winner - the music!

Years ago, when I was younger
I kinda liked a girl I knew
She was mine and we were sweethearts
That was then, but then it's true

I'm in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed

Every day we started fighting
Every night we fell in love
No one else could make me sadder
But no one else could lift me high above

I don't know what I was doing
When suddenly, we fell apart
Nowadays, I cannot find her
But when I do, we'll get a brand new start

I'm in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed

She's a fairytale, yeah...
Even though it hurts
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind
I'm already cursed