Donderdag 20 april 1972
Going Mobile
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Woensdag 19 april 1972
Yesterday Dreams
Yesterday Dreams
((French Version: C'est Pas Facile (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981))
Composer(s): Brian Cadd
First release by: Brian Cadd - 1978
Lonely summer needing rain, standing quietly going insane
Said, "I love you", you never heard a word
Memories that still cause pain, I lost the feeling I can't explain
Still I need you, don't that seem absurd?
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again, Yeah
Fading pictures in my mind, another place, another time
It's the same old song, just another melody
Don't ask me 'cause I don't want to say
He's the reason that keeps me away
I won't go through it again, but you don't even see what I mean
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again
I don't want to lie awake with you at night and wonder why
Looking at your hurting eyes and asking me if it's all a lie
Perfect pattern of part-time love
Always aware we're gonna make it above
What I lost before taking us both nowhere
What you're askin' I can't give, pick up the pieces that'll let you live
And don't ever look back 'cause I won't even be there
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Music (John Miles)
Music
Composer(s): John Miles
Performer(s): John Miles
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
And music of the past
And music of the past
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
'cause in this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Going In With My Eyes Open
Going In With My Eyes Open
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): David Soul
You smiled that misty way and something in me said
Remember the last time
Don't fall in love
I walked so blindly in
I fell and hurt my head
Oh I can't forget it
And I won't regret it
I couldn't even stop it if I tried
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
It'd be so nice to love
Don't let it end the same
If you get uneasy just let me know
Don't lie or call me by somebody else's name
Oh I couldn't take it
I know it would break it
And I wanna give you
Everything I am
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
This time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Tarde, Muy Tarde
Tarde, Muy Tarde
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Tarde, muy tarde
me preguntas si te miento
cuando sé que sabes bien
que ni yo mismo lo sé
Tarde, muy tarde
no me digas que aún es tiempo
algo más que nuestra piel
ha empezado a envejecer
Te amé tanto
que me da vergüenza
recordarlo...
déjalo estar
deja que es tarde
Tarde, muy tarde
sólo nos guía el cansancio
y ese miedo de perder
lo que ha sido y ya no es
Tarde, muy tarde
tarde para remediarlo
ese tren ya se nos fue
nunca volverá otra vez
Te amé tanto...
que me da vergüenza
recordarlo...
déjalo estar
deja que es tarde
Tarde, tan tarde
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Music (Carole King)
Music
Composer(s): Carole King
Performer(s): Carole King
Music is playing inside my head
Over and over and over again
My friend, there's no end to the music...
Ah, summer is over
But the music keeps playing
And won't let the cold get me down
Pictures are forming inside my brain
Soon with the colors they'll rain together and grow
Then don't you know, don't you know there'll be music...
Ah, it's not always easy
But the music keeps playing
And won't let the world get me down
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Going In Circles
Going In Circles
Composer(s): Jerry Peters; Anita Poree
Performer(s): The Friends Of Distinction;
and various other artists
I’m an ever rollin’ wheel
Without a destination real
I’m an ever spinning top
Whirling around till I drop
Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
I’m spun out over you
(Over you, over you, over you)
Over you, over you
I’m a faceless clock
With timeless hopes that never stop
Lord, when I feel that way
Of my soul, my soul at stake
Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
I’m spun out over you (I need you, baby)
Over you (I need you, baby)
Spun out over you (I need you, baby)
(I need you, baby) Oh, baby (Baby)
I’m spun out (I need you, baby)
I said I’m spun out over you (I need you, baby)
Spun out over you (I need you, baby)
(I need you, baby) Baby, baby
(I need you, baby) I’m spun out
(I need you, baby)
Maandag 17 april 1972
Kites Are Fun
Kites Are Fun
Composer(s): Chris Dedrick
Performer(s): The Free Design
and multiple other artists
I like flying
Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun
See my kite, it's green and white
Laughing in its distant flight
All that's between us is a little yellow string
But we like each other more than anything
And we run along together through the field behind my house
And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse
And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone
'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
Kites are fun
See my kite, it's green and white
Laughing in its distant flight
All that's between us is a little yellow string
But we like each other more than anything
And we run along together through the field behind my house
And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse
And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone
'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
I like flying, flying kites, flying kites
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
Kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
Maandag 17 april 1972
Museum
Museum
Composer(s): Donovan
Originally performed by: Donovan
Covered by various other artists
I drink sweet wine for breakfast
I slept but an hour or so
I smiled a little in the silence
decding on where to go
meet me under the whale
at the natural history museum
I think that's what she said
a little bit said about having to leave them
yawning in the sun
it's like a child I run
don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
so little do you think of beauty
isn't it a shame what-ho
maybe you should go get your parents
and make all your troubles go
there she stood in drag
looking cool in astrakhan
she's lookin' a little wiped out
she said I looked like Peter Pan
and yawning in the sun
it's like a child I run
don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
uh-huh
Maandag 17 april 1972
Going Home
Going Home
Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Al Young
Performer(s): Fats Domino
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
When you're around me
I'm full of misery all day
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
You don't want my loving
So I'm going away to stay
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
I'm better off without you
So won't you leave poor me alone?
Zondag 16 april 1972
Tarde Em Itapuã
Tarde Em Itapuã
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho
O dia pra vadiar
Um mar que não tem tamanho
E um arco-iris no ar
Depois na praça Caymmi
Sentir preguiça no corpo
E numa esteira de vime
Beber uma água de côco
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Enquanto o mar inaugura
Um verde novinho em folha
Argumentar com doçura
Com uma cachaça de rolha
E com olhar esquecido
No encontro de céu e mar
Bem de vagar ir sentindo
A terra toda a rodar
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Depois sentir o arrepio
Do vento que a noite traz
É o diz-que-diz-que maçio
Que brota dos coqueirais
E nos espaços serenos
Sem ontem nem amanhã
Dormir nos braços morenos
Da lua de Itapuã
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Zondag 16 april 1972
Musette
Musette
Composer(s): Leojac; Flouron
Performer(s): Fréhel
C'était une vraie fleur d'amour
Et quand un jour dans le faubourg
Ses jolis yeux bleus et son regard si beau
Rendaient les hommes amoureux fous
On la rencontrait le sam'di
Dans les musettes de Paris
Dès qu'elle entrait fallait voir tous les copains
Courir pour lui serrer la main
C'était un rayon de bonheur
Qu'elle apportait dans tous les coeurs
Musette, brunette
Jolie poupée d'amour
Quand on a valsé avec toi
On a le béguin malgré soi
Musette, coquette
On t'aimera toujours
C'est toi la reine des musettes
Musette
Mais un beau jour le p'tit Léo
Avec un peu d'accordéon
Dit à Musette: "j'ai l'gros béguin pour toi
Veux-tu te marier avec moi?"
Musette en riant dit: "t'es fou
moi me mettre la corde au cou?
Quitter les amis le Paris le Faubourg
Et mon quartier où j'ai vu l'jour
J'aime mieux rester parmi vous
Je ne veux pas faire de jaloux"
Musette, brunette
Jolie poupée d'amour
Quand on a valsé avec toi
On a le béguin malgré soi
Musette, coquette
On t'aimera toujours
C'est toi la reine des musettes
Musette
Zondag 16 april 1972
Going Hollywood
Going Hollywood
Composer(s): Nacio Herb Brown; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
Out where they say
"Let us be gay"
I'm going Hollywood
I'll ballyhoo
Greetings to you
I'm going Hollywood
Say, while you sleepyheads
Are in that hay
I'll be dancing
I'm gonna be dancing
With a sun-kissed baby
And I'm on my way
Here's my beret
I'm going Hollywood
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Tarde
Tarde
Composer(s): Canet
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas
heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia
error de haber querido ciegamente
matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias
Tarde me di cuenta que al final
se vive igual mintiendo
tarde comprendí que mi ilusión
se marchito queriendo
pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo
la amargura mas tenáz
Y ahora que no es hora para nada
tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo
por que dentro del alma tengo miedo
tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir
Todo lo que di todo lo perdi
siempre tuve el alma entera
de cualquier manera soportando afrendas
y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas
heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia
error de haber querido ciegamente
perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras
Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores
ya murió el amor porque el dolor
le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores
mi ilusión va a devolver
no ves que ya la pobre esta cansada
vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo
por que dentro del alma tengo miedo
tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir
Todo lo que di todo lo perdi
siempre tuve el alma entera
de cualquier manera
soportando afrendas
y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Muro
Muro
Composer(s): Carlos Varela
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Mojas el pan
En el plato vacío
Y apagas la televisión
Abres la ventana
Y miras afuera
La cuidad te espera
En algún lugar
Sales a la calle
Y llegas al muro
Donde acaban todos
Donde empieza el mar
Cuentas los pasos
Regresando a casa
Y prendes la televisión
Te quedas dormido
Y cuando empieza el himno
Te vas a la cama
Te vas a soñar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo
Estoy sintiendo que esta vez
Me están dejando solo
Almenos solo
Como la noche ...
Luna
Mojas tu cara
Como cualquier dia
Te vas sin afeitar
Te compras la prensa
Y notas que al muno
Le ha cambiado el rostro
Para bien o mal
Y siguess caminando
Y te vas al muro
Donde acaban todos
Donde empieza el mar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo
Estoy sintiendo que esta vez
Me están dejando solo
Almenos solo
Como la noche ...
Mojas el pan
En el plato vacío
Y apagas la televisión
Sales a la calle
Y te vas al muro
Donde siempre hay alguien
Donde empieza el mar...
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Going For The One
Going For The One
Composer(s): Jon Anderson
Performer(s): Yes;
Adam Wakeman; Rick Wakeman
Get the idea cross around the track
underneath the flank of
thoroughbred racing chasers
Getting the feel as a river flows
Would youlike to go 'n shoot the mountain masses?
And here you stand no taller than the grass sees
And should you really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water
racing with you crashing thru the rudder
Once at the start you can gamble
that you really surely really mean to finish
After seeing all your sense of fear diminish
As you treat danger a pure collection
As you throw away misconceptions
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for a
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high.
Roundabout, sounding out, love you so
love you so
love you so
Now the verses I've sang
don't add much weight to the story in my head
so I'm thinking I should go and write a punch line
But they're so hard to find
in my cosmic mind
so I think I'll take a look out of the window
When I think about you
I don't feel low
N'should I really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for to
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touchtime
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
Moments decide
Moments delight
Moments in flight
Talk about sending love
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Taraunta Tata
Taraunta Tata
Performer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Tu hai i soldi e io la mania
di contraddirti e fare di testa mia
così tutt'al più rischierò
di perdere quello che non ho
Tu sai tutto sulla realtà del mercato
e qui io ammetto di essere negato
ma a inventare quel che non c'è
io forse sono più bravo di te
E se invento una canzone che va
nei supermarket di ogni città
tra surgelati e casse di banane
anche i tuoi conti potranno tornare...
E se invento una melodia
che ti entra in casa e non se va via
nonostante io non conti un granché
tu non puoi fare a meno di me
Tu hai i soldi e io la fortuna
di trovar fiori nella spazzatura
perché a trovare quel che non c'è
io forse sono più bravo di te
Tu hai i soldi e io la mania
i contraddirti e fare di testa mia
così tutt'al più rischierò
di perdere quello che non ho
E gia ho in mente una canzone che fa
tarataraunta-taraunta-ta-ta
e tu fai in modo che un motivo banale
metta le ali e cominci a volare
E se io volo tu guadagni
tu fai diagrammi ed io... sogni
tu sei deciso ed io incoerente
tu hai da perdere ed io... niente
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Murder
Murder
Composer(s): David Gilmour
Performer(s): David Gilmour
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line
As if there was something that they thought they might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another man's life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in me
It's something from which it's so hard to be free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Going Down Slow
Going Down Slow
Composer(s): James Burke Oden
Performer(s): St. Louis Jimmy;
and various other artists
(speaks)
Man, you know I've enjoyed things that kings and queens will never have
In fact, things kings and queens can't never get
And they don't even know about it
And good times? mmm....
(sings)
I have had my fun
if I never get well no more
I have had my fun
if I never get well no more
Whoa, my health is fadin'
Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow
(speaking)
Now looky here
I did not say I was a millionare
But I said I have spent more money than a millionare
Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent
I'd woulda been a millionare a long time ago
And women? Well, great googly moogly
(sings)
Please write my mama
Tell her the shape I'm in
Please write my mama
Tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her pray for me
Forgive me for my sins
Donderdag 13 april 1972
Tarara Boom De Ay
