Woensdag 24 januari 1973
Greenbacks
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Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Tête De Bois
Tête De Bois
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît masqué
Comment deviner qu'ils s'aiment?
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils ne se sont jamais dit
le plus petit mot d'amour
Ils se baladent dans la vie
en copains de toujours
Ils pensent que c'est démodé
de se l'avouer qu'ils s'aiment
Ils ont des joues de gamins
mais leur cœur est déjà loin
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils vont tous les jours, tous les jours au cinéma
quand ils sortent du ciné, ils prennent un Coca Cola
Et comme des habitués ils écoutent la machine qui fait...
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît figé
mais moi, je le sais qu'ils s'aiment
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils se jettent dans la nuit
en écrasant les chemins
à grands coups de phares et de bruit
la nuit leur appartient
Mais quand ils se retrouvent au jour
la route est toujours la même
C'est parce qu'ils n'ont presque rien
qu'ils voudraient tout à la fois
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
My Sweet Lord
My Sweet Lord
Composer(s): George Harrison
Originally performed by: Billy Preston
Covered by various other artists
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)
Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet lord (Hare Rama)
(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Greenback Dollar
Greenback Dollar
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton; Ken Ramsey
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio;
and various other artists
Some people say I'm a no-'count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should
Refrain:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby
My mama said "Hey son,"
"Travel where you will and grow to be a man
and sing what must be sung, poor boy"
Sing what must be sung
Refrain
Now that I'm a grown man
I've traveled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever care, poor boy
The only ones who ever care
Refrain
Some people say I'm a no-'count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should
Refrain:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
Maandag 22 januari 1973
Testamento
Testamento
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Como la muerte anda en secreto
y no se sabe qué mañana
yo voy a hacer mi testamento
a repartir lo que me falta
pues lo que tuve ya está hecho
ya está abrigado, ya está en casa
Yo voy a hacer mi testamento
para cerrar cuentas soñadas
Le debo una canción a la sonrisa
a la sonrisa de manantial, esa que salta
le debo una canción a toda prisa
para que quede que estuvo cerca, agazapada
Le debo una canción a lo que supe
a lo que supe y no pudo ser más que silencio
le debo una canción, una que ocupe
la cantidad de mordazamor de un juramento
Les debo una canción a los pecados
a los pecados que no gasté, los que no pude
les debo una canción, no como hermano
sólo de sal que el delectador también alude
Le debo una canción a la mentira
a la mentira pequeña, frágil, casi salva
le debo una canción endurecida
una canción asesina, bruta, sanguinaria
Le debo una canción al oportuno
al oportuno mutilador de cuanta ala
le debo una canción de tono oscuro
que lo encadene a vagar su eterna madrugada
Le debo una canción a las fronteras
a las fronteras humanas, no a las del misterio
les debo una canción tan poco nueva
como la voz más elemental de los colegios
Le debo una canción a una bala
a un proyectil que debió esperarme en una selva
le debo una canción desesperada
desesperada por no poder llegar a verla
Le debo una canción al compañero
al compañero de riesgos, al de la victoria
le debo una canción de canto nuevo
una bandera común que vuele con la historia
Le debo una canción, una, a la muerte
una a la muerte voraz que se comerá tanto
le debo una canción en que hunda el diente
y luego esparza con la explosión fuegos del canto
Le debo una canción a lo imposible
a la mujer, a la estrella, al sueño que nos lanza
le debo una canción indescriptible
como una vela inflamada en vientos de esperanza
Maandag 22 januari 1973
My Sweet Lady
My Sweet Lady
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver
and various other artists
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, you've been dreaming, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun
Close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise I will stay right here beside you
Today our lives were joined, became entwined
I wish that you could know how much I love you
Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do
Are there meanings that you've never seen before
Lady, my sweet lady, I just can't believe it's true
And it's like I've never, ever loved before
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, my sweet lady, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun
Maandag 22 januari 1973
Green Green Grass Of Home
Green Green Grass Of Home
Composer(s): Curly Putman - Sheb Wooley
First release by: Tom Jones - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - L'erba Verde Di Casa Mia (by Leonardo)
1967 - Le Toit De Ma Maison (by Nana Mouskouri)
1967 - Les Grilles De Ma Maison (by Dalida)
1967 - At Se Sin Barndomsby På Ny (by Gustav Winckler)
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
All creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Zondag 21 januari 1973
Testament
Testament
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Na 22 jaren in dit leven
Maak ik het testament op van mijn jeugd
Niet dat ik geld of goed heb weg te geven
Voor slimme jongen heb ik nooit gedeugd
Maar ik heb nog wel wat mooie idealen
Goed van snit hoewel ze uit de mode zijn
Wie ze hebben wil die mag ze komen halen
Vooral jonge mensen vinden ze nog fijn
Aan mijn broertje dat zo graag wil gaan studeren
Laat ik met plezier 't adres na van mijn kroeg
Waar 'k teveel dronk om een vrouw te imponeren
En daarna de klappen kreeg waarom ik vroeg
En dan heb ik nog een stuk of wat vriendinnen
Die wel-opgevoed en zeer verstandig zijn
En waarmee je dus geen donder kunt beginnen
Maar misschien krijgt iemand anders ze wel klein
Voor mijn neefje zijn mijn onvervulde wensen
Wel wat kinderlijk maar ach ze zijn zo diep
Ik behoorde immer tot die groep van mensen
Voor wie 't geluk toch altijd harder liep
Aan mijn vrienden laat ik gaarne het vermogen
Om verliefd te worden op een meisjeslach
Zelf ben ik helaas een keer teveel bedrogen
Maar wie het eens proberen wil die mag
M'n vriendinnetje ik laat jou alle nachten
Dat ik tranen om jouw ontrouw heb gestort
Maar onthoudt dit wel ik zal geduldig wachten
Tot ik lach omdat jij ook belazerd wordt
En de leraar die mij altijd placht te dreigen
Jongen jij komt nog op het verkeerde pad
Kan tevreden zijn en hoeft niets meer te krijgen
Dat wil zeggen hij heeft toch gelijk gehad
Voor mijn ouders is het album met de plaatjes
Die zo vals getuigen van een blijde jeugd
Maar ze tonen niet de zouteloze praatjes
Die een kind opvoeden in eer en deugd
En verder krijgen z'alle dwaze dingen
Terug die ze mij teveel geleerd hebben die tijd
Ze kunnen mij tenslotte ook niet dwingen
Groot te worden zonder diep berouw en spijt
En dan heb ik ook nog enkele goede vrienden
Maar die hebben al genoeg van mij gehad
Dus ik gun ze nu het loon dat ze verdienden
Alle drank die ze van mij hebben gejat
Verder niets er zijn alleen nog een paar dingen
Die ik houd omdat geen mens er iets aan heeft
Dat zijn mijn goede jeugdherinneringen
Die neem je mee zolang je verder leeft
Zondag 21 januari 1973
My Sweet Egyptian Rose
My Sweet Egyptian Rose
Composer(s): Edgar Allan Woolf; Anatol Friedland
In love's garden filled with flowers rare
There is one that I love the best
There are roses growing ev'ry-where
Still I'd choose you from all the rest
And my love will never let you fade
Flowers all need such tender care
Queen of all roses, that I've ever seen
You're the only one I ever wear
All the pansies and lilies fair
Used to win me with their charms
Heliotropes and dahlias so rare
They all thrilled me with love's sweet balms
But my dear, the moment I saw you
All the others seemed just like weeds
Love's sweetest symbol, sent from up above
None but Cupid could e'er plant such seeds
My sweet Egyptian Rose
Each fragrant breeze that blows
Seems to bring a message, dear, from you
Each little star at night
That shed its silv'ry light
Reflects the ardor of my love so true
The dainty Mignonette
The modest violet
I'll forget each one of them for you, dear
In Egypt's bower
There's just one flower
Egyptian Rose, that's you
Zondag 21 januari 1973
Green Years
Green Years
Composer(s): Arthur Altman; Billy Reid
Performer(s): Eddie Fisher
Green years, where did you run to
Wonderful green years
Where did you fly
Your April kiss
Made me feel spring would always live on
But youth is a dreamer
And when I awoke
My springtime was gone
Wise men say, love is a secret
Of springtime in autumn
When April is passed
Oh, where will I find
Such a lover at last
And recapture the rapture
Of those ever green years
Wise men say, that love is a secret
Of springtime in autumn
When April is passed
Oh, where will I find
Such a lover at last
And recapture the rapture
Of those ever green years
Zaterdag 20 januari 1973
Tesoro Mio
Tesoro Mio
Composer(s): A. Richin - A. Calfati
Performer(s): Dalida
Si tu reviens à Napoli
Quand les lauriers seront fleuris
Que l'air embaume le chianti
Tesoro mio
Tu reverras sur la piazza
Tous les amis qui pensent à toi
Qui t'attendent tout comme moi
Tesoro mio
Tu revivras le temps bénit
Ou nous dansions jusqu'à la nuit
Enlacé nous allions deux par deux
Pour rêver sous la lune
Des guitares tout doucement
Nous berçaient dans le firmaments
Et mon cœur te chantait
Les plus belles chansons d'Italie
Mais un jour sur la mer immense
Vers d'autre pays tu es allé
Et pourtant sur cette eau qui danse
Je vois en elle ton arrivé
Si tu reviens à Napoli
Quand les lauriers seront fleuris
Que l'air embaume le chianti
Tesoro mio
Dans les rues sous les banderoles
Nous danserons des farandoles
Entraînés par des rondes folles
Tesoro mio
Sur les barques les vieux pécheurs
Reprendrons nos refrains en cœur
Et ces chants feront briller les yeux
Favorable aux idylles
Si tu reviens à Napoli
Tout mon cœur te dira merci
Et la main dans la main
Nous irons vers un nouveau destin
Tesoro mio ne tarde pas
Tesoro mio reviens vers moi
Zaterdag 20 januari 1973
My Sunny Tennessee
My Sunny Tennessee
Composer(s): Bert Kalmar; Harry Ruby; Herman Ruby
Performer(s): Peerless Quartet;
Benson Orch. of Chicago; Lanin's Southern Serenader
When the shades of night are falling
Tennessee, I hear you calling
My thoughts just roam
Back to home, sweet home
Every day my heart grows fonder
Of the folks I left down yonder
I wonder when I'll be there again
Every dream and every vision
Simply strengthens my decision
To go back home
Never more to roam
When I hear the 'Swanee River'
My poor heart begins to quiver
It's then I miss Mammy's goodnight kiss
I wanna be in Tennessee in my Dixie paradise
An angel's voice I hear
I mean my mammy, dear
I'd give my soul if I could stroll down among those hills again
For all the world would not be dreary then
I'd love to go to sleep and know, that tomorrow I'd arise
Beneath those Southern skies
Where song birds harmonize
Lawdy hear my plea
Make me what I wanna be
A rolling stone just rolling home to my sunny Tennessee
Zaterdag 20 januari 1973
Green Tambourine
Green Tambourine
Composer(s): Paul Leka; Shelley Pinz
Performer(s): The Lemon Pipers;
and various other artists
Drop your silver in my tambourine
Help a poor man fill his pretty dream
Give me pennies I'll take anything
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine
Watch the jingle jangle start to chime
Reflections of the music that is mine
When you drop a coin you'll hear it sing
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine
Drop a dime before I walk away
Any song you want I'll gladly play
Money feeds my music machine
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine
Vrijdag 19 januari 1973
Tesoro (Pudo Ser Tu Nombre)
Tesoro (Pudo Ser Tu Nombre)
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Puede ser puede ser tu nombre
el sonido que me hace recordar
puede ser puede ser tu nombre
el abismo que me hace desvariar
pudo ser pudo ser tu nombre
esa herida que no quiso curar
-piérdete en mí y no sentirás-
piérdete en mi...
Tesoro...
deseo infinito el que hay
vuelvo a la orilla del paso que
no quisimos dar
aunque cambie de matiz
aunque apueste un tanto más
aunque tenga que inventar
no quieres entender
que me hace daño esperar
Amaré solo y en tu nombre
todo aquello que se dejó de amar
y pasaré noches con tu nombre
noches sin fin noches que atar
-piérdete en mi, pónte a volar-
piérdete en mi...
Tesoro...
el más infinito que hay
vuelvo al final del camino que
no debí tomar
aunque jures prometer
aunque sirva tropezar
aunque tenga que callar
no puedes entender
que no he sabido esperar
Tatuaré, me tatuaré tu nombre
en memoria de...
Vrijdag 19 januari 1973
My Sunday Feeling
My Sunday Feeling
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull;
Blodwyn Pig; Buddy Blue; Cannata
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
Now that the night is over
Got to clear my head so I can see
Till I get to put together
that old feeling won't let me be
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
I really don't remember
But with one more cigarette and I think I might
Till I get to put together
well that old feeling can't get me right
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Oh, I don't feel so good
Need someone to help me to my bed
Till I get to put together
that old feeling is in my head
Vrijdag 19 januari 1973
Green Shirt
Green Shirt
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello;
Kevin Kane; matt pond PA; The Tremblers
There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
And she turns them into black and white
But you tease, and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic"
There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
She's listening in to the Venus line
She's picking out names
I hope none of them are mine
But you tease, and you flirt...
Never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion
But you don't wanna hear about that
'Cause you tease, and you flirt...
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
You tease, and you flirt...
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
Donderdag 18 januari 1973
T'es Venu De Loin
T'es Venu De Loin
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
T'es venu de loin, t'es venu de loin
T'es venu de très, très loin
Oh, si un jour tu reviens, viens, viens
Toi, Jésus le moribond
C'est sûrement dans notre maison
Qu'on te soignera bien bien bien
Quand tu reviendras, mes deux garçons
Seront là là là là là
Ils te poseront trente mille questions
Auxquelles tu répondras
T'es venu de loin?
- Très loin
Tu as mis longtemps?
- Longtemps
Pourquoi t'es pâle?
- Je ne sais pas
As-tu des enfants?
- Oui, beaucoup
Est-ce que tu as faim?
- Un peu
Tu sais dessiner?
- Pas très
Fais-moi un dessin!
- Voilà!
Dis, c'est beau chez toi?
- Très beau
T'es venu comment?
- À pied
T'as une maman?
- Mais oui!
Dis, quel est son nom?
- Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains
- Rien
- Rien
- Rien
Mais quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien
Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien, oui
Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien
Tu seras chez moi tout comme chez toi
Quand tu reviendras de si loin loin loin
Tu étonneras nos voisins, oui
Mais tu n'étonneras pas mes garçons
Qui poseront leurs trente mille questions
T'es venu de loin?
- Très loin
Tu as mis longtemps?
- Longtemps
Pourquoi es-tu pâle?
- Je ne sais pas
T'as des enfants?
- Oui, beaucoup
Est-ce que tu as faim?
- Un peu
Tu sais dessiner?
- Pas très bien
Fais-moi un dessin
- Tiens, voilà
Dis, c'est beau chez toi?
- Très beau
T'es venu comment?
- À pied
T'as une maman?
- Mais oui
Dis, quel est son nom?
- Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains
- Rien
- Rien
Mais quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien
Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien, oui
Mais tu n'empêcheras pas mes garçons
De te poser leurs trente mille questions
T'es venu de loin?
- Je suis venu de loin
Tu as mis longtemps?
- J'ai mis longtemps
Pourquoi es-tu pâle?
- Pourquoi je suis pâle?
As-tu des enfants?
- Si j'ai des enfants?
Est-ce que tu as faim?
- Oui, toujours
Tu sais dessiner?
- Je sais dessiner
Fais-moi un dessin!
- Je te fais un dessin
Dis, c'est beau chez toi?
- C'est beau chez moi
T'es venu comment?
- À pied
T'as une maman?
- Mais oui!
Dis, quel est son nom?
- Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains
- Rien, rien
- Rien, rien
Donderdag 18 januari 1973
My Sugar Is So Refined
My Sugar Is So Refined
Composer(s): Sidney Lippman; Sylvia Dee
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer
and various other artists
My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She doesn't wear a hat, she wears a chapeau
She goes to see a cinema, but never a show
My sugar is so refined
She's got a real high-class mind
She never buys a dress, it's always a frock
She always winds her timepiece up, but never her clock
She says "tomahto" instead of "tomayto"
She says "potahto" instead of "potayto"
And you should see how
She holds a cup of tea
With just two fingers while
She sticks out three
My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She never shares a kiss, She lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold him tight
Oh, she's so refined
My sugar is so refined
She's got a real high-class mind
She never eats a meal, she dines or she sups
And dogs are little canine friends, they're never pups
She says "banahna" instead of "bananna"
She says "piahno" instead of "pianna"
And you should see how She sits on her settee
With cake and coffee balanced on one knee
My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She acts just like her name is Miss Van Der Loon
And though I love her, and we'll be married soon
I wonder what she'll do when we're on our honeymoon
Oh, she's so refined
My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She never shares a kiss
She lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what
She thinks of each time I hold him tight
Oh, She's so refined
She's so refined
Donderdag 18 januari 1973
Green River
Green River
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival;
and various other artists
Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh
Let me remember things I love
Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite
walkin' along the river road at night
barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight
I can hear the bull frog callin' me
Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree
Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water
shoe fly, dragon fly, get back t your mother
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River
Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh
with flat car riders and cross-tie walkers
Old Cody, Junior took me over
said, you're gonna find the world is smould rin
an' if you get lost come on home to Green River
Woensdag 17 januari 1973
T'es Rock, Coco!
