Woensdag 6 december 1972
Gratification
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Gratification
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Dinsdag 5 december 1972
Tendre Cathy
Tendre Cathy
Composer(s): P. Carli - Marchetti - Bertini
Performer(s): Christian Delagrange
Tu es Cathy seule sans défense
À peine sortie de l'enfance
Tu verses déjà trop de larmes
Pour un amour déçu
Tu es Cathy bien trop fragile
Aimer n'est pas toujours facile
Mais tu es belle et à ton age
On ne meurt pas d'amour
Tendre Cathy n'ai plus de peine
Regarde tous ces gens qui t'aiment
La vie est pleine de promesses
de tendresse et de joie
Jolie Cathy tu dois sourire
et retrouver le goût de vivre
Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
Redécouvrir l'amour
La La La La...
Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
Redécouvrir l'amour
La La La La...
Si tu le veux viens je t'emmène
Redécouvrir l'amour
Dinsdag 5 december 1972
My Old Man's A Dustman
My Old Man's A Dustman
Composer(s): Peter Buchanan;
Lonnie Donegan; Beverley Thorne
Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan
and various other artists
Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust
Some people make a fortune
Others earn a mint
My old man don't earn much
In fact he's flippin' skint
Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots
Some folks give tips at Christmas
And some of them forget
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat
Oh my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, Les
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin
Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
Lonnie: He had a policeman with him
Though my old man's a dustman
He's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently
Though he's eighty-six years old
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad
You're getting past your prime"
He said "Well, when you get to my age
It helps to pass the time"
Oi! My old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies
Les: Well throw 'em away then!
Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them
Now one day whilst in a hurry
He missed a lady's bin
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him
"What game do you think you're playing?"
She cried right from the 'eart
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"
Oi! My old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools
Les: How do you know it's full?
Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside
He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked like miserable
But I suppose he should
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail
It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from his tail"
Oh my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad
Don't kick him in the dustbin
It might be my old dad
Dinsdag 5 december 1972
Grasshopper Mac Clain
Grasshopper Mac Clain
Composer(s): Stuart Hamblen
Performer(s): Jimmy Dean
Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin' I tell you I'm through
On the advice of a doc I got me a shock I had to have somethin' to do
These nerves I got are from soakin' too long when the ship got hit by a plane
And right here about four years back I met Grasshopper MacClain
The sun was a burnin' and the desert red hot when his mother drove in with a flat
She went inside to cool off with a beer and I saw her kid in the back
He lay on the seat in the swelterin' heat with hair the color of flame
A red headed mite but smilin' and bright was little ol' Grasshopper MacClain
I fixed her tyre and was totin' him round when she asked me how much she owed
I just laughed and said boy I settle for him
And to my surprice she drove off down the road
I figured she'd sober and come hurryin' back but for three long years she never came
And all that time I was mother and dad to little ol' Grasshopper MacClain
I'd tell him of ships I'd sailed on the seas when I put him in bed at night
And that freckle faced kid was as sharp as a tack and quick as a mate for a fight
I thought I'd wait till he growed a bit and let him pick out his own name
One day he came in with a bug in his hand and he said me Grasshopper MacClain
Oh he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk
Like my shadow he just tagged me around
Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over the town
The doc'd laugh and thump his little ole chest and say feller you're right as rain
Then he'd turn to me and tell me that I'd be a new man
Thanks to Grasshopper MacClain
I guess you wonder why I'm tellin' you this well that's why I'm here doin' time
For a bang and a sheriff and a red headed dame that came to take what was mine
Oh but you should've seen the way he fought you could tell that kid was navy trained
But this lonely cell wouldn't be so much like hell if I only had Grasshopper MacClain
Maandag 4 december 1972
Tenderness On The Block
Tenderness On The Block
Composer(s): Jackson Browne - Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon; Shawn Colvin
Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight
Trying to run before she can walk - that's right
She's growing up
She has a young man waiting
She's growing up
She has a young man waiting
Wide eyes
She'll be street-wise
To the lies
And the jive talk
She'll find true love
And tenderness on the block
Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in
And when she's home don't ask her where she's been
She's going out
She has a young man waiting
She's going out
Can't keep her young man waiting
She'll be okay
Let her have her day
It's a long way
It's a long walk
She'll find true love
And tenderness on the block
I know how much it hurts to see her go
She has a mind of her own, you know
She's all grown up
She has a young man waiting
She's all grown up
She has a young man waiting
She was wide-eyed
Now she's street-wise
To the lies
And the jive talk
She'll find true love
And tenderness on the block
She'll find true love
And tenderness on the block
Maandag 4 december 1972
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van)
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way)
Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh
Performer(s): Mary Lloyd
We had to move away
'Cos the rent we couldn't pay
The moving van came round just after dark
There was me and my old man
Shoving things inside the van
Which we'd often done before, let me remark
We packed all that could be packed
In the van, and that's a fact
And we got inside all that we could get inside
Then we packed all we could pack
On the tailboard at the back
Till there wasn't any room for me to ride
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
And you can't trust a "Special"
Like the old-time copper
When you can't find your way home
I gave a helping hand
With the marble wash hand-stand
And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad
All at once, the car-man bloke
Had an accident and broke
Well, the nicest bit of china that we had
You'll understand, of course
I was cross about the loss
Same as any other human woman would
But I soon got over that
What with "two out" and a chat
'Cos it's little things like that what does you good
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Oh! I'm in such a mess
I don't know the new address
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood
And I feel as if I might
Have to stay out here all night
And that ain't a goin' to do me any good
I don't make no complaint
But I'm coming over faint
What I want now's a good substantial feed
And I sort 'o kind 'o feel
If I don't soon have a meal
I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed!
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Maandag 4 december 1972
Grantchester Meadows
Grantchester Meadows
Composer(s): Roger Waters
Performer(s): Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night, be gone
This is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes covering the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
Zondag 3 december 1972
Tenderness
Tenderness
Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers
Performer(s): Diana Ross
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with a tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me, try to be understanding
Tenderness is all that I'm asking
Don't feel like I'm making conditions
I wanna to overcome my inhibitions
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with the tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Love me
Kindness
Love me
Hug me
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Try to be understanding
Try to be understanding
Zondag 3 december 1972
Old Kentucky Home
Old Kentucky Home
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' em off with my gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up - she grew out
Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind
Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped each day
But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Zondag 3 december 1972
Grano De Pus
Grano De Pus
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Grano de pus, grano de pus
esta canción es un grano de pus
nacida de una mala digestión
de la ensalada de la situación
Grano de pus, grano de pus
qué cosa rara es un grano de pus
es como un putrefacto galardón
forunculera condecoración
Grano de pus, grano de pus
nadie se libra de un grano de pus
desde el mismísimo rey Salomón
hasta el hermosísimo Alain Delon
Grano de pus, grano de pus
hasta el amor es un grano de pus
esas agujetas del corazón
son la más torpe contaminación
Grano de pus, grano de pus
la inteligencia es un grano de pus
cuando el fin único de la razón
es ser adicto a la televisión
Grano de pus, grano de pus
no somos más que un granito de pus
perdidos en una gran infección
que se pretende civilización
Grano de pus, grano de pus
nuestro planeta es un grano de pus
cuajado y a punto de reventón
pero eso sí, ¡Atleti campeón!
Grano de pus, grano de pus
no somos más que un granito de pus
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
Tenderly
Tenderly
Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Walter Lloyd Gross
First release by: Sarah Vaughan - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
My Old Friend The Blues
My Old Friend The Blues
Composer(s): Steve Earl
Performer(s): The Proclaimers
and various other artists
Just when every ray of hope was gone
I should have known that you would come along
I can’t believe I ever doubted you
My old friend the blues
Another lonely night, a nameless town
If sleep don’t take me first, you’ll come around
’cause I know I can always count on you
My old friend the blues
Lovers leave and friends will let you down
But you’re the only sure thing that I’ve found
No matter what I do I’ll never lose
My old friend the blues
Just let me hide my weary heart in you
My old friend the blues
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
Grand-Père (Georges Moustaki)
Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends
On est du même bois on est du même sang
Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi
Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople
Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas
Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi
Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope
Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître
Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais
Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler
A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes
Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde
C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts
Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage
Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux
Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux
Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large
Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves
Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais
Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré
Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé
Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français
Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends
Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps
Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
Tender Is The Night
Tender Is The Night
Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
and multiple other artists
Tender is the night
So tender is the night
There's no one in the world
Except the two of us
Should tomorrow
Find us disenchanted
We have shared a love
That few have known
Summers by the sea
A sailboat in Capri
These memories shall be
Our very own
Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night
Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
My Old Flame
My Old Flame
Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston
Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington
Covered by various other artists
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I haven't met a gent
So innocent or elegant
As my old flame
I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame
I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
Grand-Père (Georges Brassens)
Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant
La route qui mène à cent ans
La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois
L'coup du pèr' François
L'avait donné de son vivant
Tant de bonheur à ses enfants
Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré
Tout pour l'enterrer
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir une bière, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père
Un' pair' de bott's pointues
S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent
Çui-là toucha son but
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de borner nos prétentions
A un' bièr' d'occasion
Contre un pot de miel on acquit
Les quatre planches d'un mort qui
Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs
A une âme sœur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un corbillard, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse
De dir' vers quel endroit
Ça rendrait les dames confuses
Et je n'en ai pas le droit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de porter sur notre dos
L'funèbre fardeau.
S'il eût pu revivre un instant
Grand-père aurait été content
D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur'
Comme un empereur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un goupillon, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma bénédiction"
Avant même que le vicaire
Ait pu lâcher un cri
J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr'
Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah! c'est pas joli...
Ah! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Donderdag 30 november 1972
Tender Hands
Tender Hands
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Dear hands, tender hands
'touch my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish
Warm eyes, softest eyes
'brush my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
for these two gifts I can but love thee for
fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
Tender hands, softest eyes
Donderdag 30 november 1972
My Old Dutch
My Old Dutch
Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
and various other artists
I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer
She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er
It's forty years since fust we met
Her hair was then as black as jet
It's whiter now, but she don't fret
Not my old gal
We've been together now for forty years
An' it don't seem a day too much
There ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
No, there ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
Donderdag 30 november 1972
Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Lonesome Standard Time;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse
Chorus:
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war
Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got T.V.
Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too!
Stained glass in every window
Hearing aids in every pew
Repeat Chorus:
Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband "Mister"
And walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died
Repeat Chorus:
Woensdag 29 november 1972
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