Donderdag 2 december 1971
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Woensdag 1 december 1971
Take Me Back
Take Me Back
Composer(s): Andrae Crouch - Little Walter - Teddy Randazzo
Performer(s): Little Anthony & the Imperials
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
When you belonged to me
I had a jealous mind
Too late I learned that you
Were not the cheating kind
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
My jealous eyes have learned
To take a look or two
They were to blind to see
That I was losing you
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
They say you live and learn
And though I've tried before
I promise never to
Be jealous any more
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Composer(s): George Formby; Cliffe
Performer(s): George Formby
Mother you give good advice
Always you mean well
Now I need it more than ever
I'm inside this cell
I'm behind a prison wall
The bed's so hard and much too small
There's no pyjamas here at all
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
They told me they would treat me swell
Tucked inside my little cell
But up to now it's been like h...!
Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
Tonight I've got a date, you see
But they won't let me have a key
And the warder's won't wait up for me
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
It's hard to pass the time away
I'm in a dangerous mood, I say
I've smoked two cigarettes today
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
First I stand and then I sit
Then I sit and stand a bit
But I can't stand much more of it
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I got such an awful shock
I asked the time, for there's no clock
And the warder said, "Six months Old Cock"
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I ordered lunch from soup to sweet
But they forgot the fish and meat
And since the soup there's nowt to eat
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I've had such a tummy ache
All night long I've been awake
Some castor oil they made me take
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I've played Peter-fly-away-Paul
I've played tiddlywinks and all
I've written rude words upon the wall
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Gitane
Gitane
Composer(s): Maurice Robin; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Dalida
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Devant le grand café aux tables ennuyées
Tout c'est ensoleillé quand elle est arrivée
La gitane
Fille d'Esmeralda tu déroules tes bras
Et tes yeux noirs défient les hommes
Et leurs envies
Lorsque tes reins se cassent tes longs cheveux ramassent
Le soleil en pépite et ton ventre palpite
Bourgeois et va-nu-pied te regardent danser
Mais les femmes voudraient bien que tu ailles plus loin
Tu ris à pleine dent et continue le bal
Comme un jeune animal qui ce saoul en tournant
On ne sait d'où tu viens
On ne sait ou tu vas
Poussez sur le chemin
Comme une fleur des bois
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Dans le feu de la danse lorsque le voile glisse
De tes seins qui frémissent y a de drôle de silence
Oh gitane
Tes jambes nues piétinent les regrets qui cheminent
Dans les yeux de bado qui caressent ta peau
Fini le tourbillon tu passes et fais la quête
Frôlant de ton jupon Les spectateurs honnêtes
"Sois généreux senor la jeunesse de mon corps
Sa vaut bien un peu d'or même un peu plus encore"
Et riant aux éclats déjà sous les platanes
Déjà sous les platanes
Est partie la gitane
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Take Me Away/Let's Love
Take Me Away/Let's Love
((French & Italian Versions: Si Tu M'emportes (Charles Aznavour); Se Tu Mi Porti (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Al Kasha - Joel Hirshhorn
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Take me away to magical fountains
As fresh and young and still unsung as you are now
And I will swim forever there
The tide of pure white water is you, beautifully new
Take me away to whispering mountains
We’ll climb the peak until we’re weak, but satisfied
Your Spring is just beginning now
You're like a flower growing free, growing for me
Make me see your world
Come love me and make me see your world
Just love me and let me be your world
Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me away to worlds of seclusion
We'll stay afloat aboard the boat of all your dreams
The coast may be a crazy one
Until we find that secret shore we're searching for
Take me away in clouds of illusion
Through all the burning hills and deserts of your mind
Show me where all your thoughts exist
And teach me what I've missed without you in my life
Make me see your world
Come love me and make me see your world
Just love me and let me be your world
Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me to the hills, valleys and mountain tops
Your boat of dreams, the raging streams you're sailing on
It doesn't matter where we go if I can hold you close today
So lock the door, take me away
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Mother Of Mine, I Still Have You
Mother Of Mine, I Still Have You
Composer(s): Louis Silvers; Grant Clarke; Al Jolson
Performer(s): Al Jolson
Mother, I'm sorry I've wandered away
Breaking your heart as I did
Now that I've grown up, I've come back to say
Things that I felt as a kid, Dear
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me
I still have you, somehow you're just the the same
Mother divine, with your arms about me
I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny
That's when my pals all want me
When things go wrong and they don't want me
Mother, I still have you
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me
I still have you, somehow you're just the same
Mother divine, with your arms about me
I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny
That's when my pals all want me
And when things go wrong and they don't want me
Mother, I still have you
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Gitana, Gitana
Gitana, Gitana
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Femme de feu, femme de flammes
Couleur de sang d'un coeur ouvert
Comme un poignard entrant dans l'âme
Ton regard transperce la chair
A peine enfant et déjà fille
Et mûre avant d'être pubère
Quand tu marches sous ta mantille
Les hommes voient
Naître avec toi
Tous leurs enfers.
Fille du vent et du soleil
Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses
Avec une fleur à l'oreille
Tu assassines l'assistance
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et quand les machos Espagnols
Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux
Des talons tu frappes le sol
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Cheveux noirs et regard de braise
Le teint mat de vivre au grand air
Roulant des hanches très à l'aise
Tu te fais vagues sur la mer
Tes seins dansent sous ton corsage
Et tout en toi devient charnel
Et quand tu les frôles au passage
Les hommes meurent
De ton odeur
De poivre et miel
Fille du vent et du soleil
Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses
Avec une fleur à l'oreille
Tu assassines l'assistance
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et quand les machos Espagnols
Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux
Des talons tu frappes le sol
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Maandag 29 november 1971
Take Me As I Am
Take Me As I Am
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Why must you always try to make me over?
Take me as I am or let me go
White lilies never grow on stalks of clover
Take me as I am or let me go
You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love
In the image of someone you used to know
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go
You've tried to change me ever since you've met me
Take me as I am or let me go
If you can not overlook my faults, forget me
Take me as I am or let me go
You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love
In the image of someone you used to know
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go
Maandag 29 november 1971
Mother You, Smother You
Mother You, Smother You
Composer(s): Brian Holland; Lamont Dozier;
Edward Holland Jr.; R. Dean Taylor
Performer(s): The Supremes; Christine Schumacher
I wanna mother you, smother you
with a love you've never known
I wanna talk to you
say sweet things to you
Let you know that I'm yours alone
Now, you need a lot of loving
and my darlin', you need it now
You've been alone for so long
You've forgotten what love is all about
Let me rock you in the cradle of my arms
let my love protect you from all harm
I'll be your shelter when you want me to
I'll be your comfort when you need me to
I wanna mother you, smother you
with a love that's gentle and true
I wanna talk to you
say sweet things to you
and my love will see you through
Put your head on my shoulder
Put your hand, darling, in mine
Just let me take you in my arms
and love away the loneliness you hide
And when life sometimes gets you down
and you need to cry
Oh, I'll be standing by your side
To be your strength and be your guide
I wanna mother you, smother you
Show me what love is about
I wanna talk to you
say sweet things to you
Take away all of your doubt
Just let me mother you, smother you
with a love you've never known
I wanna talk to you
say sweet things to you
Let me know that I'm yours alone
Ooh, mother you, smother you
with a love you've never known
I wanna talk to you
say sweet things to you
Let me know that I'm yours alone
Mother you
smother you
Maandag 29 november 1971
Giros
Giros
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Giros existe un cielo y un estado de coma
cambiar en torno de persona a persona
giros dar media vuelta y ver que pasa allá afuera
no todo el mundo tiene primavera
Flaco donde estas? estoy imaginándome otro lugar
estoy juntando información
estoy queriendo ser otro, otro tipo
mi necesidad se va modificando con las demás
así mi luna llega a vos, así yo llego a tu luna
Giros todo da vuelta como una gran pelota
todo da vueltas casi ni se nota
giros fotografía de distintos lugares
fotográficamente tan distantes
Suena un bandoñon, parece el de otro tipo
pero soy yo que sigo caminando igual
silbando un tango oxidado
Giros
Giros
Zondag 28 november 1971
Take Me Around Again
Take Me Around Again
Composer(s): Ed. Rose - Kerry Mills
Said Sammie to Annie, "close up the pianie, let's go thro' the park for a stroll"
But Annie told Sammie "You're off your nanny, that park proposition is old"
Said he, "I know somewhere
There's nothing but fun there
It's Coney, we went there before"
Then Annie grab'd Sammie, said
"That will be dandy, I'm dying to go there once more"
Said Sammie, "I'm going, we've seen all worth showing" but Annie just clung to his arm
"I've spent all my money
So don't be a dummy, and act like you just left the farm"
But Annie just pouted
"Get tickets," they shouted, and Sam look'd at Annie and sigh'd
"My bank roll's a quarter, and if it gets shorter
We'll have to walk back" he replied
"Take me all around again, 'round again, 'round again
What's the odds how much we spend
Pa's rich and Ma don't care
Let's go down the chutes again, off again, on again
Refuse me, you'll lose me
Come on and amuse me
And take me around again
Zondag 28 november 1971
Mother Of Violence
Mother Of Violence
Composer(s): Jill Gabriel; Peter Gabriel
Performer(s): Peter Gabriel
Walking the street with her naked feet
So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat
Snapping her heels, clicking her toes
Everybody knows just where she goes
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence
Making me tense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of Violence
You know self-defense is all you need
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting so hard to believe
To believe in anything at all
Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot
Data stored on a microdot
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes
TV dinner, TV news
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of Violence
Making me tense to watch the way she feed
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavor in the air
Getting hard to breathe
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But Fear
Zondag 28 november 1971
Girofle, Girofla
Girofle, Girofla
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Que tu as de beaux champs d'orge!
Giroflé - girofla
Ton verger de fruits regorge
le bon temps est là...
Entends - tu ronfler la forge?
Giroflé - girofla
L'canon les fauchera, l'cannon les fauchera!
Que tu as la maison douce!
Giroflé - girofla
L'ombre y dort, la fleur y pousse
l' bonheur y viendra...
Voit la lune qui devient rousse...
Giroflé - girofla
L'avion la brûlera, l'avion la brûlera!
Que tu as de belles filles!
Giroflé - girofla
Dans leurs yeux, où le soleil brille
l'amour descendra...
Sur la plaine on se fusille...
Giroflé - girofla
L'soldat les violera, l'soldat les violera!
Que tes fils sont forts et tendres!
Giroflé - girofla
C'est plaisir de les entendre
à qui chantera!
Dans huit jours on vients les prendre...
Giroflé - girofla
L'corbeau les mangera, l'corbeau les mangera!
Tant qu'y aura des militaires
Giroflé - girofla
soit ton fils, soit le mien
on n'verra par toute la terre
jamais rien de bien...
On t'tuera pour te faire taire
par derrière comme un chien...
Et tout ça pour rien!
Et tout ça pour rien!
Zaterdag 27 november 1971
Take Me Along
Take Me Along
((Adapted from: Emmenez-Moi (Charles Aznavour) - 1973))
((Dutch Version: Neem Me Toch Mee (Bart Kaëll) - 1998))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Dee Shipman
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1978
On the docks where the boredom of life
Is all that I own
I see boats coming in with the fruits
Of places unknown
I watch as they come from the world in the sun
And I see in my mind
That there is farewell to this cold golden hell
They can leave far behind
Let me go where they go
Let me fly the winds that they fly
For to stay in this place
Will destroy a man's certain life
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
At the end of the day
In a bar, with sailors I stand
And I talk about girls, about love
A glass in my hand
Then in my dreams, I can travel at seas
On a float, southern-bound
There I can hold all the magic in gold
Of the love I have found
When the bars on the quayside are closed
Alone I remain
I continue to dream
And each night the dream is the same
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
Very soon I will take any troubled chance
That I can
Though I dream like a child
For my dreams I'll work like a man
I'll work and reprive for my to ticket-to-ride
Where the sun shines for me
Surviving any storms, and be wild to be warm
That's the way I must be
I'll be leaving behind no regrets
And hold my past
And I'll go to the sea
As I'll sail to freedom at last
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you're poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
Take me along, a long way from here
Take me along to a far away shore
When you are poor it's easy to bare
With sunshine and soft summer air
Zaterdag 27 november 1971
Mother Of Us All
Mother Of Us All
Composer(s): Doug Phillips; Ed Whiting
Performer(s): Petula Clark
Hope, is the common ground we walk upon
And peace, is the lamp that lights the way
Faith, is believing in it all
Though trouble may arise
And cause some tears to fall
Turn on your light, that other souls may see
And, offer some comfort when you wait
Open your heart, and lend an ear
For when the door is open
You're standing near
So very near
To all the sadness
And the laughter in the world
We've all been strangers through
This very year let's bring our sadness
And our laughter to the world
Before the storm is through
Hope, is the light that shows in all mankind
And peace, as a child for all to see
Faith, and it soon will come to be
That we may walk together
Like little children
Back to the mother of us all
Back to the garden, we've come away from
Back to the mother of us all
Faith, and it soon will come to be
That we may walk together
Like little children
Back to the mother of us all
Back to the garden, we walked away from
Back to the mother of us all
Let's walk together
Like little children
Back to the mother of us all
Back to the garden, we turned away from
Back to the mother of us all
Let's walk together
Like little children
Back to the mother of us all
Back to the garden
We turned away from
Zaterdag 27 november 1971
Girls, Women And Ladies
Girls, Women And Ladies
Composer(s): Ed Bruce; Ron Peterson; Patsy Bruce
Performer(s): Ed Bruce
There was only me and her and him
The bar was taking last call
So I thought I'd move on in
I was slick and feeling like a man
So I took the stool between them
And ordered one more round
For me and her…and him
I laid my arm across the back of her bar stool
Don't remember what I said
But at the time it sounded cool
She just pushed her drink away and never looked at me
She paid her tab, tipped the man
And left me sitting there
Alone…with him
- Chorus -
He said, "There's girls, there's women and there's ladies
There's yesses and nos and maybes
There's teasing and pleasing
They start learning when they're babies
There's girls, there's women and there's ladies"
He pushed his old straw hat back and he grinned
"Ain't they all mysteries
And, sonny, it's a sin
They're all sitting on the world
We're trying to win
But, Lord, I love a mystery
So let's drink another round
To me and you…and them"
(Repeat Chorus)
Vrijdag 26 november 1971
Neem Me Toch Mee
Neem Me Toch Mee
((Adapted from: Emmenez-Moi (Charles Aznavour) - 1973))
((English Version: Take Me Along (Charles Aznavour) - 1978))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Johan Verminnen
Performer(s): Bart Kaëll - 1998
In het dok waar de verveling weegt op mijn bestaan
Komen schepen, hun ruimen gevuld met vruchten en graan
Hun namen doen me altijd dromen over plaatsen waar ik nooit zal komen
Zo heel mooi, zo heel ver
Waar de zomers eeuwig duren, waar het zand je huid zal schuren
Zo heel ruw, zo ver weg
Ik ken enkel een hemel vol wolken zo grijs
Hier eindigt m'n wereld, ik ging nooit op reis
Neem me toch mee naar het land van de zon
Zeg nu niet nee, maar zeg me nu 'kom'
Ik weet, er is op de wereld een plaats voor mij in de zon
In de kroeg maken de zeelui altijd plezier
In een dronken bui roepen zij 'breng ons meer bier'
En dan grijpen ze hun kans, ja de poppen gaan aan het dansen
Want ze zijn nu op zwier
En ze drinken nog veel meer, zo veel meer dan die andere keer
Het wordt vroeg, nooit genoeg
Als de kroeg dan sluit en ze duiken in hun kajuit
Dan benijd ik hen en ik neem dan een besluit
Neem me toch mee naar het land van de zon
Zeg nu niet nee, maar zeg me nu 'kom'
Ik weet, er is op de wereld een plaats voor mij in de zon
Op een dag een sloep zo verroest, een heel ouwe schuit
Met een motor die hoest maar toch vaar ik het zeegat uit
En dan vaar ik naar die hete stranden van die verre mooie warme landen
Weg van hier, met plezier
Waar de zon m'n bleke huid zal branden en m'n ouwe schuit voorgoed mag stranden
Ver van hier, met plezier
Ik verdwijn uit jouw zicht zonder spijt en voor altijd
Want ik stuur geen bericht en mij ben je nu kwijt
Neem me toch mee naar het land van de zon
Zeg nu niet nee, maar zeg me nu 'kom'
Ik weet, er is op de wereld een plaats voor mij in de zon
Neem me toch mee naar het land van de zon
Zeg nu niet nee, maar zeg me nu 'kom'
Ik weet, er is op de wereld een plaats voor mij in de zon
Lalala...
Ik weet, er is op de wereld een plaats voor mij in de zon
Vrijdag 26 november 1971
Mother Of Pearl
Mother Of Pearl
Composer(s): Brian Ferry
Performer(s): Roxy Music
Turn the lights down
Way down low
Turn up the music
Hi as fi can go
All the gang´s here
Everyone you know
It´s a crazy scene
Hey there just look over your shoulder
Get the picture?
No no no no .......(Yes)
Walk a tightrope
Your life-sign-line
Such a bright hope
Right place, right time
What´s your number?
Never you mind
Take a powder
But hang on a minute what´s coming round the corner?
Have you a future?
No no no no .......(Yes)
Well I´ve been up all night again
Party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking
Of life´s inner meaning
And my latest fling
It´s the same old story
All love and glory
It´s a pantomime
If you're looking for love
In a looking glass world
It's pretty hard to find
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn't trade you
For another girl
Divine intervention
Always my intention
So I take my time
I´ve been looking for something
I've always wanted
But was never mine
But now I've seen that something
Just out of reach - glowing -
Very Holy grail
Oh mother of pearl
Lustrous lady
Of a sacred world
Thus: even Zarathustra
Another-time-loser
Could believe in you
With every goddess a let down
Every idol a bring down
It gets you down
But the search for perfection
Your own predilection
Goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Club love
A place in the Country
Everyone's ideal
But you are my favorita
And a place in your heart dear
Makes me feel more real
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn't change you
For the whole world
You're highbrow, holy
With lots of soul
Melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness
Was always my weakness
Like a simple tune
But no dilettante
Filigree fancy
Beats the plastic you
Career girl cover
Exposed and another
Slips right into-view
Oh looking for love
In a looking glass world
Is pretty hard for you
Few throwaway kisses
The boomerang misses
Spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted
Faced with silk
Softly stuffed eider down
Take refuge in pleasure
Just give me your future
We'll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl
Submarine lover
In a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer
Your choker provokes
A picture cameo
Oh mother of pearl
So so semi-precious
In your detached world
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn´t trade you
For another girl
Vrijdag 26 november 1971
Girls, Girls, Girls
Girls, Girls, Girls
Composer(s): Georg Kajanus
Performer(s): Sailor
Girls
Girls
Girls
Yellow
red
black or white
add a little bit of moonlight
For this intercontinental romance
Shy girl
sexy girl
they all like that fancy world
Champagne
a gentle song and a slow dance
Who makes it fun to spend your money
Who calls you honey
most every day
Girls
Girls
Girls - Girls
Girls
Girls
Well
they made 'em up in Hollywood
and put them into the movie
Those lovely photographic splendours
In and out of magazines
Miss World and beauty queens
Falling in love with the real big spenders
But although their world may be frantic
They're still romantic
in their own way
So hop on
the world is swinging
Don't sit and twiddle your thumbs
Get up and meet those pretty Girls
Girls
Girls
Step on
the world keeps swinging.
Put on the dazzling charm.
Get up and find those pretty girls
But don't rush
keep it nice and gentle
And sentimental
for that certain moment
Moonlit oceans
girls full of emotions
Stepping on that slow boat to China
And next door
in Japan
they know how to please a man
Dropping in for tea with my geisha
They've got that old-fashioned feeling
When it comes to pleasing
they know their way
So hop on
the world is swinging
When you draw back the curtain
Hop on
the world is swinging
Don't sit and twiddle your thumbs
Get up and meet those pretty girls
Donderdag 25 november 1971
Take It To The Limit
