Vrijdag 8 februari 1974
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Donderdag 7 februari 1974
Cry Of The Wild Goose
Cry Of The Wild Goose
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and multiple other artists
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest
Tonight I heard the wild goose cry
Wingin' north in the lonely sky
I tried to sleep, it wern't no use
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose
(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best)
(A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest)
My woman was kind and true to me
She thinks she loves me, the more fool she
She's gotta learn that ain't no use
To love the brother of the old wild goose
(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best)
(A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest)
(Oh, you wild goose)
The cabin is warm and the snow is deep
And I've got a woman who lies asleep
When she wakes up tomorrow's dawn
She'll find, poor critter, that her man is gone
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly away
Spring is comin' and the ice will break
And I can't linger for a woman's sake
She'll see a shadow pass overhead
She'll find a feather beside my bed
(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest
(Wild goose, wild goose, wild goose, wild goose)
(Wild goose, wild goose...)
Donderdag 7 februari 1974
Cardboard Cutout Sundown
Cardboard Cutout Sundown
Composer(s): Don Van Vliet
Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
You hardly know a day goes by
In the cardboard cutout sundown
The moon popped up like a gallery duck
Sipped up gold from the sunny cup
And longhorns sawed the buggy grass
And a cowboy blew a harp sitting on his chapped ass
And the prairie flowers didn't look a bit queer
And the stars struck the sand cartwheeled
And poked in the prairie
A cactus juice stand the only place the crows couldn't land
The bluebottle flies were as big as a cowboy's eyes
And their buzz was as loud as rattlers
A fire engine red whistle blows raspberries
In a cloud of whipped steam
A tungle weed ran out black patent yarn stinkbug hoops
From above a living mail thriving dot
In perfect sympathy with the cardboard cutout sundown
You hardly know a day goes by
In the cardboard cutout sundown
Donderdag 7 februari 1974
First Love Never Dies
First Love Never Dies
Composer(s): Bob Morris; Jim Seals
Performer(s): The Walker Brothers;
The Cascades; Jerry Fuller; The Volebeats
All at once I miss you
So long since I've kissed you
How I love to look into your eyes
Yes I still dream about you
My world is lost without you
For you are my first love, and
First love never ever dies
Whenever I feel lonely
I'm thinking of you only
One last kiss and then we said goodbye
The love I left behind me
Comes back to remind me
That you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies
The love I left behind me
Comes back to remind me
That you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies
And if you're thinking of me
And you find that you still love me
There's no use to go on living lies
Let's hurry to each other
For there could be no other
Yes, you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies
First love never ever dies
Woensdag 6 februari 1974
The Cruel War
The Cruel War
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Chad & Jeremy; The Cowsills
The cruel war is raging; Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning till night
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
I'll tie back my hair; men's clothing I'll put on
I'll pass as your comrade as we march along
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can e'er express
"Won't you let me go with you?" "Yes, my love yes"
Woensdag 6 februari 1974
Cardboard California
Cardboard California
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Nothing is real in cardboard California
Just waking up brings you down
One lousy deal is cardboard California
You just can't survive in a make believe town
Lost in a city of little tin gods
Cold plastic people with phoney facades
How can you win when you look at the odds
You're running down a one way street
Nobody cares if you survive
Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
You gotta fight to stay alive
Hey, you're never gonna get away
Where 's the world you used to know
Where did all the good times go
Look around your hopes and dreams are gone
But like a fool you still keep hanging on
Come and be a movie star
Come and drive a fancy car
Come and see, what you really are
Look in the mirror, mirrors don't lie
You're getting older, your time's past you by
You lost your shot to some younger guy
You're running down a one way street
Nobody cares if you survive
Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
You gotta fight to stay alive
Hey, you're never gonna get away
Nothing is real in cardboard California
Just waking up brings you down
One lousy deal is cardboard California
You just can't survive in a make believe town
Woensdag 6 februari 1974
First In Line
First In Line
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
When they gave out eyes like diamonds
That would shame the stars that shine
My darlin' my darlin'
You were the first in line
When they gave out lips like honey
That hold a new thrill every time
My darlin' my darlin'
You were the first in line
There may be others
That know you longer
Who pledge their hearts to you
But there's no other
Could love you stronger
Any stronger than I do
Don't refuse me, say you'll choose me
I'm yours, oh please be mine
My darlin' say I’m your darlin'
The first, and the last in line
Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
The Crowd
The Crowd
Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson
Performer(s): Roy Orbison
I go out with the crowd, I play the game
Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same
For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight
My part of the crowd is not with me tonight
I remember the prom, every dance with you
All the crazy things that we used to do
Sometimes we'd wait for a chance
And then we'd steal away
From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway
Aww, but you're gone and it's not the same old game
I fall apart each time I hear your name
Guess I'll go along with the crowd,
I'll make believe
That you'll come back to me, run back to me
Hurry back to the crowd a-and me-e-e-e-e
Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
Carco
Carco
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-méme
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Il avait toujours dans la tête
Le manège d'anciens tourments
De la fenêtre par moment
Parvenaient des bouffées de fête
Où sont les lumières lointaines
Voici fermés les yeux éteints
Ce chant des lilas au matin
De Montmartre à Mortefontaine
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Tu meurs sans avoir vu le drame
Carco qui ne sus que chanter
Te souviens-tu de cet été
De Nice où nous nous rencontrâmes
On faisait semblant d'être heureux
Le ciel ressemblait à la mer
Même l'aurore était amère
C'était en l'an quarante-deux
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Excuse-moi que je le dise
Dans ce Paris où tu n'es plus
Comme Guillaume l'a voulu
Qu'un nom qui se mélancolise
Que l'avenir du moins n'oublie
Ce qui fut le charme de l'air
Le bonheur d'être et le vin clair
La Seine douce dans son lit
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Ce coeur que l'homme avec lui porte
Ne change pas avec le vent
Nous mettrons demain comme avant
Des coquelicots à nos portes
Les mots que nous avons cueillis
Les voici pour celui qui meurt
Passent les gens et tu demeures
O poète de mon pays
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
First I Look At The Purse
First I Look At The Purse
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Robert Rodgers
Performer(s): The Contours;
and various other artists
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfed
I don't care if her clothes are worn
First I look at the purse!
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!
A woman can be fat as can be
kisses sweet as honey
But that don't mean a thing to me
If you ain't got no money
If the purse is fat....that's where it's at
Some fellas like the way they walk
The way they swing and sway
Some fellas like the way they talk
Dig the things they say.
I don't care if they wobble like a...
or talk with a lisp
I still think I'm a good lover
if the dollar bills are crisp
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
all I want is your pretty green cash
Bought me a suit, bought me a car
Want me to look like a hollywood star
Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
Maandag 4 februari 1974
Crow On The Cradle
Crow On The Cradle
Composer(s): Sidney Lee Carter
Performer(s): Jackson Browne
and multiple other artists
The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He'll laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody's baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
That's what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle
father once said
A crow on the cradle what can we do
This is the thing I must leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Maandag 4 februari 1974
Carcassonne
Carcassonne
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - G. Nadaud
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
"Je me fais vieux, j'ai soixante ans
J'ai travaillé toute ma vie
Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps
Pu satisfaire mon envie
Je vois bien qu'il n'est ici-bas
De bonheur complet pour personne
Mon vœu ne s'accomplira pas
Je n'ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"
"On voit la ville de la-haut
Derrière les montagnes bleues
Mais, pour y parvenir, il faut
Il faut faire cinq grandes lieues
En faire autant pour revenir!
Ah ! si la vendange était bonne!
Le raisin ne veut pas jaunir
Je ne verrai pas Carcassonne!"
"On dit qu'on y voit tous les jours
Ni plus ni moins que les dimanches
Des gens s'en aller sur le cours
En habits neufs, en robes blanches
On dit qu'on y voit des châteaux
Grands comme ceux de Babylone
Un évêque et deux généraux!
Je ne connais pas Carcassonne!"
"Le vicaire a cent fois raison
C'est des imprudents que nous sommes
Il disait dans son oraison
Que l'ambition perd les hommes
Si je pouvais trouver pourtant
Deux jours sur la fin de l'automne...
Mon Dieu ! que je mourrais content
Après avoir vu Carcassonne!"
"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! pardonnez-moi
Si ma prière vous offense
On voit toujours plus haut que soi
En vieillesse comme en enfance
Ma femme, avec mon fils Aignan
A voyagé jusqu'à Narbonne
Mon filleul a vu Perpignan
Et je n'ai pas vu Carcassonne!"
Ainsi chantait, près de Limoux
Un paysan courbé par l'âge
Je lui dis: "Ami, levez-vous
Nous allons faire le voyage"
Nous partîmes le lendemain
Mais (que le bon Dieu lui pardonne!
Il mourut à moitié chemin
Il n'a jamais vu Carcassonne!
Maandag 4 februari 1974
First Date, First Kiss, First Love
First Date, First Kiss, First Love
Composer(s): Mary Stovall; Dan Welch
Performer(s): Sonny James
First date
tonight was our first date
We couldn't anticipate
emotions we now feel
First kiss
Tonight was our first kiss
and now we know the bliss
that only young love can yield
I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still
Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last
I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still
Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last
Zondag 3 februari 1974
The Crippled Lion
The Crippled Lion
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): The Monkees
Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
I know that I will never pass this way again
Never wondering why
Teardrops chafing my eyes
Longing to be where the noted kisses fall
Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all
Blue is the color of the sun
And nothing stops when everything is done
Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
With highways making up the verse
And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed
So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
Zondag 3 februari 1974
Car-Car
Car-Car
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Donovan
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck
Take me for a ride in your truck, mack
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari
with torsion bar suspension
and those ported venturi carburetors!
Zondag 3 februari 1974
First And Second Law
First And Second Law
Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann
Performer(s): Flanders & Swann
The First Law of Thermodymamics:
Heat is work and work is heat
Heat is work and work is heat
Very good!
The Second Law of Thermodymamics:
Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
(scat music starts)
Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
You can try it if you like but you far better notter
You can try it if you like but you far better notter
'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
First Law:
Heat is work and work is heat and work is heat and heat is work
Heat will pass by conduction
Heat will pass by conduction
Heat will pass by convection
Heat will pass by convection
Heat will pass by radiation
Heat will pass by radiation
And that's a physical law
Heat is work and work's a curse
And all the heat in the Universe
Is gonna cooool down 'cos it can't increase
Then there'll be no more work and there'll be perfect peace
Really?
Yeah - that's entropy, man!
And all because of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, which lays down:
That you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
Try it if you like but you far better notter
'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
Oh, you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
You can try it if you like but you'll only look a fooler
'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
That's a physical Law!
Oh, I'm hot!
Hot? That's because you've been working!
Oh, Beatles - nothing!
That's the First and Second Laws of Thermodynamics!"
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
The Happy Wanderer
The Happy Wanderer
((German Versions: Der Fröhliche Wanderer (Obernkirchen Children's Choir); Mein Vater War Ein Wandersmann))
Composer(s): Friedrich Sigismund - Friedrich W. Möller - Otto Richter - Johann Michael Anding - Antonio Ridge
Performer(s): Frank Weir
and multiple other artists
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back
Val-deri, Val-dera
Val-deri
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deri, Val-dera
My knapsack on my back
I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me
"Come! Join my happy song!"
I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green wood tree
High overhead, the skylarks wing
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing
As o'er the world we roam
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky!
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
Caravan Petrol
Caravan Petrol
Composer(s): Nisa - Renato Carosone
Performer(s): Renato Carosone; Gege Di Giacomo; Massimo Ranieri
Caravan petrol, caravan petrol
caravan petrol, caravan petrol, caravan ...
M'aggio affittato nu camello
m'aggio accattato nu turbante
nu turbante a' Rinascente
cu o pennacchio rosso e blu ...
Cu u fiasco 'mmano e o tammuriello
cerco o petrolio americano
mentre abballano e beduine
mentre cantano e ttribbù ...
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè ...
Uè, si curiuso
mentre scave stu pertuso
scordatello, nun é cosa
cà o petrolio nun ce sta ...
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi t' ha ffatto fa'?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Cu o fiasco 'mmano e cu o camello
cu e gguardie annanze e a folla arreto
'rrevutà faccio Tuleto
nun se pò cchiù cammenà ...
Jammo, é arrivato o pazzariello!
s'é travestito 'a Menelicche
mmesca o ppepe cu o ttabbacco ...
chi sarrà st'Alì Babbà?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a tu camello ...(
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi mm'ha ffatto fa'?
Comme so' bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
Fireside Song
Fireside Song
Composer(s): Tony Banks;
Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Genesis
As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
And as the steam clings close to things to come
It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it free
As shadows creep towards their master night
It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
And as the peace descended all around
It came to pass that nature's creatures came to face the world
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it free
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Vrijdag 1 februari 1974
The Cremation Of Sam McGee
