Zondag 9 april 1972
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Zaterdag 8 april 1972
Tap Turns On The Water
Tap Turns On The Water
Composer(s): J. Cameron - Alexis Korner
Performer(s): CCS
Peak through the bathroom door
Did you ever - did you ever
See a sister in the raw?
Did you ever - did you ever
Swear you could booze all night?
Did you ever - did you ever
Sweatin' hard and you turn in white?
Did you ever - did you ever
They're wrong so you're cutting out
Did you ever - did you ever
Back to the window and they were gone out
Yes you did - you only did
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow
Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Everything's behind you, everything's become
Come and ride a river, come and find the sun
Now's the time to get up and do it
Don't blame it to the right
When there's so much to be done
Now's the time to forget that you flew it
Left time to do it right
'Cause the jubelee has come
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow
Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow
Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow
Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow
Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow...
Zaterdag 8 april 1972
Muñeca
Muñeca
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo; K.C. Porter; M. Spiro
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Eras la luz de mis ojos, mi muñeca de cristal
eras, mujer, como una flor, que no se deja cortar
Y ahora que vuelvo a encontrarte, tu mirada se endureció
y aquella piel que tanto amé, la droga te la quemó
Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar
eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das!
Fuíste mi sueño imposible, lo que nunca logré tocar
y en cambio hoy, el cuerpo aquél, lo vendes para “volar”
Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar
eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das!
Hubiera dado hasta mi vida ayer
por ser tu sombra o tu perro fiel
te quise amar, pero ya ves
la droga es tu “gran amor”
Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar
eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das!
Zaterdag 8 april 1972
Goin' To The Bank
Goin' To The Bank
Composer(s): Franne Golde; Andy Goldmark; Dennis Lambert
Performer(s): The Commodores
She knows I want her
she knows I need her
she knows she got my love
But I'm apprehensive
she's so expensive
girl
just can't get enough
I'm the one who does 9 to 5
hustlin' for my bread
While she's decidin' what dress to buy
layin' around in my bed
Goin' to the bank
she got me goin' to the bank
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
she got me
got me
Drives my Mercedes
lunch with the ladies
she loves the finer things
What have I created
now I'm afraid to see what tomorrow brings
She don't know what it does to me trying to keep her in line
If love is iust a big charge account
why'd it have to be mine?
Goin' to the bank
she got me goin' to the bank
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
she got me
got me
Hello! - Oh hi
can I help you today?
Yeah
I'd like to make another withdrawal
Again? - Yeah
again
Well
as you know
by now there is a substantial penalty for early withdrawal
She knows I love her
knows how I need her
she knows I really care
I can't afford her
I should've taught her I ain't no billionaire
Gotta get her to understand soon the will be dry
If she don't love the simple things
maybe I'm the wrong guy
Goin' to the bank
she got me goin' to the bank
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
she got me
got me
She thinks she saves me money buyin' everything on sale
But she believes in quantity
now I'm afraid to open my mail
Goin' to the bank
she got me goin' to the bank
Now the girl's gotta look good for me
but this is going too far
'Cause she won't feel so beautiful when they repossess my car
Goin' to the b-a-n-k
she got me goin' to the bank
Goin' to the bank
she got me goin' to the bank
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
she got me
got me.
Goin' to the b-a-n-k
B-a-n-k
B-a-n-k
B-a-n-k
Vrijdag 7 april 1972
Tanto Mar
Tanto Mar
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Maria Bethânia; Maria De Medeiros
Sei que estás em festa, pá
Fico contente
E enquanto estou ausente
Guarda um cravo pra mim
Eu queria estar na festa, pá
Com a tua gente
E colher pessoalmente
Uma flor do teu jardim
Sei que há léguas a nos separar
Tanto mar, tanto mar
Sei também que é preciso, pá
Navegar, navegar
Lá faz primavera, pá
Cá estou doente
Manda urgentemente
Algum cheirinho de alecrim
Vrijdag 7 april 1972
Mummy's Boy
Mummy's Boy
Composer(s): Mark Bedford
Performer(s): Madness
(Oy!) in the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care
Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back
When mother dies, he will have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
In the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care
Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back
When mother dies, he'll have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
Once went out with a London girl
Dirty weekend in a hotel
Broke it off when she got shirty
She was twelve and he was thirty
Right after that he was bedsore
He wouldn't go out with girls no more
From that day since, he never has
He wants to do a-something dirty
Vrijdag 7 april 1972
Goin' Steady
Goin' Steady
Composer(s): Faron Young
Performer(s): Faron Young;
and various other artists
Well, me and my baby are goin' steady
We ain't married but we're gettin' ready
To tie the knot and I'm gonna make her my own
Now that I've found her I'm gonna keep her
Finders keepers, losers weepers
She's my baby she's goin' steady with me
Well, I've been honky tonkin' round nearly all my life
But now I got a steady babe and I'm gonna make her my wife
All you rovin' ramblers can leave her alone
Don't even try to date her on the phone
'Cause she's my baby, she's goin' steady with me
Well, now sweet baby that we're goin' steady
I'll pull up and ask your daddy
What he thinks if you and I are wed
'Cause I love you and you love me
We're both as happy as can be
And I hope your daddy will let you go steady with me
Well, we'll get the rings and be on our way
To see the preacher man
And when you say I do sweetheart
I'll slip the ring on your loving hand
Everything's gonna turn out fine
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
'Cause you're my baby, you're goin' steady with me...
Donderdag 6 april 1972
Tanto Daño
Tanto Daño
Composer(s): Vicente Garrido
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists
Me haces daño fingiendo un cariño que nunca sentiste
me haces daño negando a mi vida tu sinceridad
Tus caricias me ofenden pues siempre te fui indiferente
tus halagos me insultan pues nunca dijiste verdad
Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme
y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad
que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado
y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad
Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme
y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad
que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado
y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad
Donderdag 6 april 1972
Multiplication
Multiplication
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
Originally performed by: Bobby Darin
Covered by various other artists
When you see a gentleman bee
Round a lady bee buzzin'
Just count to ten then count again
There's sure to be an even dozen
Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same
Now, there was two butterflies castin' their eyes
Both in the same direction
You'd never guess that one little yes
Could start a butterfly collection
Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same
Let me tell ya now …
I say one and one is five
You can call me a silly goat
But, ya take two minks add two winks
Ahhh … ya got one mink coat
When a girl gets coy in front of a boy
After three or four dances
Ah … you can just bet she'll play hard to get
To multiply her chances
Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
You know they play the same
Hear me talkin' to ya …
Mother Nature's a clever girl
She relies on habit
Ya take two hares with no cares
Pretty soon you got a room full of rabbits
Parakeets in-between tweets
Sometimes get too quiet
Uh-oh … but, have no fear 'cause soon you'll hear
A parakeet's riot just try it
Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And every generation
You know they play the same
Yes ... it's multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same
Donderdag 6 april 1972
Goin' Out Of My Head
Goin' Out Of My Head
Spanish Title: Me Gusta Pensar En Ti
Composer(s): Teddy Randazzo; Bob Weinstein
Performer(s): Little Anthony & The Imperials
Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Over you, Over you
I want you to want me, I need you so badly
I can't think of anything but you
And I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Over you, Over you
I see you each morning
But you just walk past me
You don't even know that I exist
Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you
Out of my head day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right
I must think of a way
Into your heart
There's no reason why
My being shy Should keep us apart
And I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you
Out of my head day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right
Night and day and night
Wrong or right, day or night
everyday, every, every day
Woensdag 5 april 1972
Tanto Cara
Tanto Cara
Composer(s): Alberto Mancinotti - Giorgio Zinzi - Piero Mirigliano
First release by: Guido Renzi - 1971
Cara
Ringrazio il cielo che mi ha datto te
Questa mia vita, ora è vita sai
Cercavo il sole, ora è qui con me
E nei tui occhi...
Grazie
Grazie di tutto quello che mi dai
La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi
La tenerezza che io trovo in te
Mi fa fritare al mondo che sei
Cara...
Tanto cara è la mia bambina
Cerco...
Con un'altra mai la cambieri i
Ora...
Ora che non ti ero nulla
Solo...
Prego il Dio tenerti accanto me
Accanto me, accanto me, accanto me
Cara
Grazie di tutto quelo che mi dai
La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi
La tenerezza che io trovo in te
Mi fa gritare al mondo che sei
Cara...
Tanto cara è la mia bambina
Cerco...
Woensdag 5 april 1972
Multi-Colored Lady
Multi-Colored Lady
Composer(s): Gregg Allman
Performer(s): Gregg Allman; Erik Viel
Got on a bus to Memphiiiss
Destination Rome...
Georgia aaaiin't no Paradiiisse, no place I could call hooooommmeee
I sat next to a broken hearted briiiiddeee
She was cryyyinn' tryyyyyin' so hard to hide
Her selfish sorrooooowwwww...
Multicolored Ladaaaaayyyy
You ain't like no rainbow I've ever seen...
Multicolored Laddaaayyy
Angry Red, Passion Blue, but mostlayyy
Shades of graaaayyyyyy
I tried to get her talkin'
She didn't have much to saaaaaayyyyyy
Asked me for a ticket to deeeaaatthhh rooowwww
And I didn't know the waaaaayyyyyyy
She had lost a million in the game
She wouldn't look out my window
At the pine trees
And the rain
It wasn't her gaaammmee
Multicolored Laaddaaayyy
You ain't like no rainbow
I've ever known
Multicolored Laaadddaaayyy
Angry Red, Passion Bluuuee, but mosttllaayyy
Shades of Graaaaayyyyyy
Evening came
And brought more rain...
Nothing seemed to ease heeeerrrrr paaaaiiinnn
All the minutttess seeemmed like hourrssss
Allll in vaaaaaaaiiinnnn
I watched as her teaaarrsss keep runnin' wiiiilllddd
And after awhile, long while, after, way on past
She start smiiiilliiinnn'
Multicolored Laaddaaayyyy
You ain't like no rainbow
I've ever known...
Multicolored Laddaaaaayyy
Please come with mmeeeee, I'll take yooouuuu
To my hooohoooohoooooooommmmmmmmmeeee
Oh, by the waaayy
I'm bound for Rome...
Woensdag 5 april 1972
Goin' Nowhere Tonight
Goin' Nowhere Tonight
Composer(s): David Smalley; Eric Carmen
Performer(s): The Raspberries; Bill Lloyd
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago, and
I'm here sitting by my telephone
Hoping you might change your mind
Feeling sorry I was so unkind
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Can't take it no more
I called your number and your daddy said
You'd just gone out the door
How could you throw it all away?
I never thought I'd see the day
That I'd be...
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago, and
I'm here sitting by my telephone
Hoping you might change your mind
Feeling sorry I was so unkind
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Tanto Amar
Tanto Amar
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela é bonita
Tem um olho sempre a boiar
E outro que agita
Tem um olho que não está
Meus olhares evita
E outro olho a me arregalar
Sua pepita
A metade do seu olhar
Está chamando pra luta, aflita
E metade quer madrugar
Na bodeguita
Se seus olhos eu for cantar
Um seu olho me atura
E outro olho vai desmanchar
Toda a pintura
Ela pode rodopiar
E mudar de figura
A paloma do seu mirar
Virar miúra
É na soma do seu olhar
Que eu vou me conhecer inteiro
Se nasci pra enfrentar o mar
Ou faroleiro
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela acredita
Tem um olha a pestanejar
E outro me fita
Suas pernas vão me enroscar
Num balé esquisito
Seus dois olhos vão se encontrar
No infinito
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Em Manágua temos um chico
Já pensamos em nos casar
Em Porto Rico
Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Mull Of Kintyre
Mull Of Kintyre
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: Wings
Covered by various other artists
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted desert the sunset's on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering ambers grow higher and high'r
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre...
Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Goin' Home
Goin' Home
Composer(s): Alan Osmond; Wayne Osmond; Merrill Osmond
Performer(s): The Osmonds
I'm a track star, gotta run far
And I'm ready to go
It's a long, long road
And I gotta make it on my own
Everybody's gainin' on me
Tryin' to slow me down, but if
I'm gonna make it
Gotta fight, fight, fight all day
And night--and day--all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes me the rest of my life
I'm a space man, from a different world
I gotta get back home
I've been gone so long
That I'm feelin' like a useless man
Everybody's lookin' at me
Tryin' to help me down
I gotta fight, fight, fight, even though it takes
Another day, and night, and day, all right
Oh me, why, why
Is it either win or lose
Somehow, someday
I'll never ever have to go away
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes the rest of my life
Maandag 3 april 1972
Tante Julia
Tante Julia
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Ik was een kleine jongen, zondagochtend was een hel
En dominees vertelden me, wat ik niet mocht en wat wel
En God zag altijd alles, groot en streng als een agent
Dus in het kerkezakje deed ik braaf mijn kleverige cent
En zondag 's middags ging mijn moeder op visite
Bij mijn tante en dan moest ik mee
Ik kreeg koeken, natte zoenen en een kneepje in mijn wang
En een kopje slappe thee
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Ik was een kleine jongen
Als ik jarig was dan mocht
Ik de kaarsje uit gaan blazen
Op de taart die moeder kocht
En oma snikte even
Ach alweer een jaar voorbij
Maar niemand die ooit hoorde
Wat ze zacht tegen me zei
En plotseling stond tante op en klapte in haar handen
En noemde me haar vent
En ze zei je moet wat spelen voor je tante en de rest
Omdat je jarig bent
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
En nu ben ik dan ouder
en nu woon ik overal
En 's morgens weet ik vaak niet
waar ik 's avonds slapen zal
Ik reis de hele wereld door
het zonlicht achterna
Ik heb iedereen verlaten
behalve tante Julia
Het is zondag er is toch niks te doen
en ik heb zin om naar mijn tante toe te gaan
Als ze mij een zoen wil geven moet ik bukken
en zijzelf moet op haar tenen staan
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Oh
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Maandag 3 april 1972
Mulheres De Atenas
Mulheres De Atenas
Composer(s): Augusto Boal; Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Los Machucambos; Quarteto em Cy
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Quando amadas, se perfumam
Se banham com leite, se arrumam
Suas melenas
Quando fustigadas não choram
Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram
Mais duras penas
Cadenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Sofrem pros seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas
Quando eles embarcam, soldados
Elas tecem longos bordados
Mil quarentenas
E quando eles voltam sedentos
Querem arrancar violentos
Carícias plenas
Obscenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas
Quando eles se entopem de vinho
Costumam buscar o carinho
De outras falenas
Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços
Quase sempre voltam pros braços
De suas pequenas
Helenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas
Elas não têm gosto ou vontade
Nem defeito nem qualidade
Têm medo apenas
Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios
O seu homem, mares, naufrágios
Lindas sirenas
Morenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas
As jovens viúvas marcadas
E as gestantes abandonadas
Não fazem cenas
Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem
Se conformam e se recolhem
Às suas novenas
Serenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Maandag 3 april 1972
Goin' Down To Texas
Goin' Down To Texas
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
How did I hurt that woman?
She never done me wrong
I run away and left her for
A redhead Amazon
I got no brains, I got no sense
I never had no class
So I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
Chorus:
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
I can't run in the hot sun
I won't run in the mud
I'm over-aged for racin'
And I'm overweight for stud
But I can drink and I can fight
A soul of whiskey glass
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
Chorus
Zondag 2 april 1972
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