Sunday, February 13, 2005

It was fine before the pigs ruined it...

Now a short one, because I am busy removing a Disco Dan-sized corpse from the studio. Patricia Paay's little sister Yvonne sings this '77 hit with Scott Fitzgerald "If I had words"



If I had words
To make a day for you
I sing you a morning golden and new
I would make this day
Last for all time
Give you a night
Deep in moonshine

Saturday, February 12, 2005

The heat is on

Welcome to "Marcel Heyman's Super Songs of The Seventies". Your host for tonight is Disco Dan. Let's start swinging and remember all you downloaders, what your mother told you what happens with people who play with fire -that includes you TX- here are the Trammps with "Disco Inferno"



Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!

To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high
People gettin' loose y’all gettin' down on the roof - Do you hear?
(the folks are flaming) Folks were screamin' - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when the boogie started to explode
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin'!

Satisfaction (uhu hu hu) came in the chain reaction
(burnin') I couldn't get enough, (till I had to self-destroy) so I had to
self destruct, (uhu hu hu)
The heat was on (burnin’), rising to the top, huh!
Everybody's goin' strong (uhu hu hu)
And that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down, yoh!
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin'!

Up above my head I hear music in the air - I hear music!
That makes me know there's (somebody) a party somewhere

Satisfaction came in a chain reaction - Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct,
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody's goin' strong
That is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno! (Aah yeah!)
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno! (Aah yeah!)
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin’!

I just can't stop
When(till) my spark gets hot
Just can't stop
When my spark gets hot

Burning, burning, burning, burning...

Will the real Marcel Heymans please stand up - please stand up

Here's one for "spittle-boy": "Le Freak" by Chic.




Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!

Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by everyone
It's up to you, It surely can be done
Young and old are doing it, I'm told
Just one try, and you too will be sold
It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day
Allow us, we'll show you the way

Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!

All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, two fifty four
Find a spot out on the floor

Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!

Now Freak!
I said Freak!
Now Freak!

All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, two fifty four
Find a spot out on the floor

Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!

Friday, February 11, 2005

Please do throw yourself off

Some idiot remarked that "when you look into the Abyss, remember that the Abyss also looks into you". That's really deep -for Nietzsche anyway- but it's also worthwile remembering that it only takes the motor skills of a spastic chimpansee with Downs to copy and paste Nietschze in your text. Here's Gilbert O'Sullivan with "Alone Again, Naturally"



In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour.
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top,
Would throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when your shattered
Left standing in a lurch,
In a church with people saying
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining
I may as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to, and who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play.
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, all about God and His mercy,
Oh, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truely am, indeed,
Alone again, naturally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can’t be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
At sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally
Alone again
naturally.


Feel like you need some more? Buy the damn stuff, you leeches!

And the request keep coming. For Mirjam, we have Sylvester who converted this ballad in a disco version "You make me feel"



You mean I've been dancin' on the floor darlin'

And I feel like I need some more and I

Feel your body close to mine and I

Move on love it's about that time

Make me feel - mighty real

Make me feel - mighty real

You make me feel mighty real

You make me feel mighty real

When we get home darlin' and it's

Nice and dark and the music's in Vienna

Still your hot and you kiss me back and it

Feels real good and I know you love me

Like you should

Oh you make me feel mighty real

You make me feel mighty real

Make me feel - mighty real

Make me feel - mighty real

Make me feel - mighty real

Make me feel - mighty real

I feel real

I feel real,

I feel real

I feel real

I feel real

I feel real,

I feel real

I feel real

Huh

I feel real

I feel real,

I feel real

I feel real

Huh I feel real,

huh I feel real

I feel real

I feel real,

I feel real

I feel real

You make me feel mighty real

You make me feel mighty real

Oh you make me feel mighty real

You make me feel mighty real

Thursday, February 10, 2005

You have serious deviations...

And now a special request for Hugo. Since we're all out of Led Zeppelin, -isn't that a relief- no "Whole Lotta Love" for you! And remember Hugo, it's not buggering, it's copyright enforcement! Here's Sarah Brightman & Hot Gossip with "I lost my heart to a starship trooper"



Speaker 1:
Arcadia
X-ray X-ray delta niner niner zero
This is Starfleet Control
You are clear to go hyper space
Acknowledge

Speaker 2:
Affirmative, Star Comm
We have situation gold

Speaker 1:
Niner niner zero, roger
You're looking good for trans-light

 
Sarah singing:
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Oh...

 
Hey, Captain Strange, won't you be my lover
You're the best thing that I've ever discovered
Flash Gordon's left me, he's gone to the stars
An evil Darth Vader has me banished to Mars

 
Tell me, Captain Strange, do you feel my devotion
Or are you like a droid, devoid of emotion
Encounters one and two are not enough for me
What my body needs is close encounter three

 
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Flashing lights in hyper space
Fighting for the Federation
Hand in hand we'll conquer space

 
Listen, Captain Strange, what's our destination
The scanners seem to indicate a small deviation
Static on the comm - it's Starfleet Command
Requesting your position, it's their final demand

 
You're intentions are known, they've found out at last
So if you're gonna take me, please make it fast
Touch me, feel me, do what you will
I want to feel that galatic thrill

 
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Flashing lights in hyper space
Fighting for the Federation
Hand in hand we'll conquer space

 
Speaker 1:
Niner niner zero
This is Star Comm
We got a problem
On your vector
Request status check
Over

 
Sarah singing:
Oh, baby...

 
Speaker 3:
Arcadia
This is Strategy Control
You have course devation
At five mark six
Acknowledge

 
Sarah singing:
I love you...

 
Speaker 1:
Arcadia
We show condition red
Confirm

 
Sarah singing:
Love me...

 
Speaker 3:
What's going on out there

 
Sarah singing:
Oh...
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Flashing lights in hyper space
Fighting for the Federation
Hand in hand we'll conquer space
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Oh...

 
Space suit is lying on control room floor
Pulse rate increasing as the heat factor soars
Take me, make me feel the force
Ignore the computers, we're locked on course

 
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Flashing lights in hyper space
Fighting for the Federation
Hand in hand we'll conquer space

 
I lost my heart to a starship trooper
Flashing lights in hyper space
Fighting for the Federation
Hand in hand we'll conquer space

 
Speaker 1, while Sarah sings
the previous lines repeatedly:
Niner niner zero
This is Star Comm
Be advised
You have serious vector deviation
I repeat: serious vector deviation

 
Arcadia
Niner niner zero
Do you copy

 
This is Starfleet Control
To all ships in sector five
Be advided
Arcadia
Niner niner zero
Is off course
All ships squawk ident

 
Starship Arcadia
This is Starfleet Control
Squawk ident
I repeat: squawk ident

Outta hir brain...

And here's a special request for the anonymous "friend" of Cheapo/Cheapa, the 1978 hit "Automatic Lover" performed by the Vibrators.



Automatic lover [x4]

Here she comes she's crazy,
But she knows the scene.
She carries an automatic pistol,
But she ain't got no magazine

Run for cover, run for cover,
She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother

Well here I am,
Outta my brain.
Everything's comin',
Back round again.

Well there you are,
Movin' real real fast,
It's a long long night,
I don't think you're gonna last.

Automatic in her hand,
She wants to wear the pants.
There's something wrong here honey,
Won'tcha give me half a chance

You talk about,
This or that glory.
But me honey,
I'm a different story.

When you get mad,
An' start countin' up to ten,
I'm outta that door,
An' on the streets again.

Go play with your "fiddle", boy.

People who are called Cheapo shouldn't make fun of anyone elses name.
And what better song for Cheapo than this one by John Denver?


Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A-raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy

When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy

I’d play "sally goodin" all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin’ "that’s mighty keen"
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, "live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy"

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Thank God I’m a country boy



Wednesday, February 09, 2005

He sure doesn't need a watch to waste his time...

And we have our first request for a special song from "de polle" - does your mother know you're up so late, wanker?- "Don't need a gun to blow your mind", haha! Here's John Lennon's "Whatever Gets You Through The Night"


Whatever gets you through the night it's alright, it's alright
It' your money or your life it's alright, it's alright
Don't need a sword to cut thru flowers oh no, oh no
Whatever gets you thru your life it's alright, it's alright
Do it wrong or do it right it's alright, it's alright
Don't need a watch to waste your time oh no, oh no

Hold me darling come on listen to me
I won't do you no harm
Trust me darling come on listen to me, come on listen to me
Come on listen listen

Whatever gets you to the light it's alright, it's alright
Out the blue or out of sight alright, alright
Don't need a gun to blow your mind oh no, oh no

Hold me darling come on listen to me
I won't do you no harm
Trust me darling come on listen to me, come on listen to me
Come on listen listen




Regretting the things we linked today?

Man, these mp3 fiends are like cockroaches, you stamp one dead beneath your boot and the goo is full of eggs that turn into newly hatched filthy stinking ugly yucky cockroaches. No matter, these boots were made for stomping out cockroaches haha fooled you. Fuck Nancy Sinatra, here are the nancy boys from Chicago with "If you leave me now". Enjoy!



If you leave me now
You'll take away the biggest part of me
Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go
And if you leave me now
You'll take away the very heart of me
Ooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go
Ooooo-hoo girl, I just want you to say

A love like ours is love that's hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We've come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes and we both regret
Things we said today


A love like ours is love that's hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We've come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes and we both regret
The things we said today

If you leave me now
You'll take away the biggest part of me
Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go

Ooooo-hoo girl, I just got to have you by my side
Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go
Oooooo-hoo mama, I just got to have your lovin'

Your Future in My hand...

As Dillinger said, "Happyness Is A Warm Gun", but fuck the Beatles with a spatula, anyway that's not a seventies song so there.

Happyness is a demolishing a sixpack of lager while sending threathening emails to young (and some not so young) punks who think it's fun to link to mp3 directories.

Well let me tell you, my soon to be finding out being thoroughly buggered without lubrication may be preferable to getting on the wrong side of the mighty IFPI friends, you'll find out that... wait a moment. Dang, syntax never was my game. Looks like I'm not the only one: "Post werd verwijderd", gij dwaze triene!

Anyway, Here's Peter Frampton doing Stevie Wonder's "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" ... you're asseses are mine punks!


Like a fool I went and stayed too long
Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours

Then that time I went and said goodbye
Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours

Here I am baby
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours) Here I am baby,
oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)
I've done alot of foolish things
that I really didn't mean
Hey, hey, yea, yea, didn't I, oh baby

Seen a lot of things in this old world
When I touched them they did nothing, girl
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours, oh I'm yours

Oo-wee babe you set my soul on fire
That's why I know you are my only desire
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours

Here I am baby
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours) Here I am baby,
oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)
I've done alot of foolish things
that I really didn't mean
I could be a broken man but here I am

With your future, got your future babe (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)

Welcome

Welcome to "Marcel Heymans Super Songs of The Seventies"!

Posting will be light for the moment, as I have to track down a few Illegal Downloaders! Scabies will be the least of your problems in jail, you wanker.