Vrijdag 29 maart 1974
Flea Brain
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
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Donderdag 28 maart 1974
The Dipsy Doodle
The Dipsy Doodle
Composer(s): Larry Clinton
Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey
and multiple other artists
The dipsy doodle is the thing to beware
The dipsy doodle will get in your hair
And if it gets you, it couldn't be worse
The things you say will come out in reverse
Like "You love I and me love you!"
That's the way the dipsy doodle works
You can't eat, you can't sleep
You go crazy
You're just a victim of the dipsy doodle
And it's not your mind that's hazy
It's your heart that's at fault - not your noodle
You better listen and try to be good
And try to do all the things that you should
The dipsy doodle will get you some day
And when it gets you the things you will say
Like the moon jumped over the cow - hey diddle!
That's the way the dipsy doodle works
Donderdag 28 maart 1974
Carry Me
Carry Me
Composer(s): J.R. Robertson - Tim Gordine
Performer(s): The Band
Sometimes life can hit so hard
It can knock you off your feet
Leave you stranded by the side of the road
Livin' on the street
I've been down that path before
From the bottom to the top
I kept pushin' for something more
And I didn't know how to stop
Save me from the madness
Save me from myself
Save me from the sadness
Of losing someone else
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
When I'm down
You lift me up
When I'm out you reel me in
You have come to change my blood
Forgive me for my sins
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
Save me from the darkness
Save me from the hardness
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Just the other night
I saw a haunted man
He had a beautiful raincoat
I felt a pain of terrific sadness for him
Then I realized I was watching myself
Six months down the road
You know God
Only gives you
The things you sort out
Never the big stuff
That way he can make sure
That you stick around until
The end of the party
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
Save me from the darkness
Save me from the hardness
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Donderdag 28 maart 1974
F L B
F L B
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
L'eau cette glace non posée
Cet immeuble cette mouvance
Cette procédure mouillée
Nous fait prisonnier sa cadence
Nous dit de rester dans le clan
A mâchonner les reverdures
Sous les neiges de ce printemps
A faire au froid bonne mesure
Cette matière nous parlant
Ce silence troué de formes
Et ces marins nous appelant
Nos pas que le sable déforme
Cette cruelle exhalaison
Qui monte des nuits de l'enfance
Quand on respire à reculons
Une goulée de souvenance
Vers le vertige des suspects
Sous la question qui les hasarde
Vers le monde des muselés
De la bouche et des mains cafardes
Nous prierons Dieu quand Dieu priera
Et nous coucherons sa compagne
Sur nos grabats d'où chantera
La chanterelle de nos pagnes
Mais Dieu ne fait pas le détail
Il ne prête qu'à ses lumières
Au renouvellement du bail
Nous lui parlerons de son père
Du fils de l'homme et du destin
Quand nous descendrons sur la grève
Et que dans la mer de satin
Luiront les lèvres de nos rêves
Nous irons sonner la Raison
A la colle de prétentaine
Réveille-toi pour la saison
C'est la Folie qui se ramène
A bientôt Raison à bientôt
Ici quelquefois tu nous manques
Si tu armais tous nos bateaux
Nous serions ta Folie de planque
On danse ce soir sur le quai
Une rumba pas très cubaine
Ça n'est plus Messieurs les Anglais
Qui tirent leurs coups Capitaine!
On a Jésus dans nos cirés
Son tabernacle sous nos châles
Pour quand s'en viendront se mouiller
Vos torpilleurs sous nos bengales
Et ces maisons gantées de vent
Avec leur fichu de tempête
Quand la vague leur ressemblant
Met du champagne sur nos têtes
Ces toits leurs tuiles et nous et toi
Cette raison de nous survivre
Entends le bruit qui vient d'en bas
C'est la mer qui ferme son livre...
Woensdag 27 maart 1974
The Diplomat
The Diplomat
Composer(s): Roger Bowling
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
He slowly raised the trembling hand
Gently brushed the silver strand of hair from his wrinkled brow
Lips that used to talk so free
The eyes that used to beckon me were silent now
He listens to a passin' train
Gives into an old familiar pain, familiar pain
They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold and took his train
His woman's name was Margaret
He loved her but she went away and left his heart undone
He called this train the Diplomat
She's the only other lady that he ever loved
Some forty years he made the steam
From Memphis down to New Orleans but now he's off the line
And the closest that he ever gets
To Margaret or the Diplomat is in his mind
He said take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
Can't you hear that whistle blowing they both know I've been alone for much too long
Let's not keep 'em waitin' we'll talk about the good times later on
Right now take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
They say he talks crazy when
He sees the passin' train or when he hears Margaret's name
But the only things he ever loved
He lost before he loved enough, he's not to blame
So who's to say he's right or wrong
Reachin' out and hangin' on
To dreams he can't let go
He threw the watch of gold away but keeps tracks of memories where he belongs
He said take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
Can't you hear that whistle blowing they both know I've been alone for much too long
Let's not keep 'em waitin' we'll talk about the good times later on
Right now take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold
And took daddy's train
Woensdag 27 maart 1974
Carrie-Anne
Carrie-Ann
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
First release by: The Hollies - 1967
Hey, Carrie-Anne
Hey, Carrie-Anne
When we were at school, our games were simple
I played a janitor, you played a monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What's the attraction in what they're doing?
Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
Can anybody play?
Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
Can anybody play?
You were always something special to me
quite independent, never caring
You lost your charm as you were aging
Where is your magic disappearing?
You're so, so like a woman to me (so lke a woman to me)
So, so like a woman to me (like a woman to me)
People live and learn but you're still learning
You use my mind and I'll be your teacher
When the lesson's over, you'll be with me
Then I'll hear the other people saying
Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne
Woensdag 27 maart 1974
Flashlight
Flashlight
Composer(s): John Palumbo; Joey D'Amico;
Jim Griffiths; Joe Macre; Rick Witkowski
Performer(s): Crack The Sky
She was a true loser
And he was nothing more
They met one another
She showed him her x-rays
He turned on his flashlight of love
She showed him her x-rays
He turned on his flashlight of love
She loved reading Cosmo
He liked to wax his van
They moved in together
She showed him her x-rays
He turned on his flashlight of love
She showed him her x-rays
He turned on his flashlight of love
She said it was over
So he found something new
They left one another
She showing her x-rays
He glowing his flashlight of love
She showing her x-rays
He glowing his flashlight of love
She showing her x-rays
He glowing his flashlight of love
Dinsdag 26 maart 1974
The Diet Song
The Diet Song
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
and multiple other artists
Breakfast, black coffee, one slice of dry toast
No butter, no jelly, no jam
Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks
No booze, no potatoes, no ham
Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled not fried
No gravy, no biscuits, no pie
And this dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin'
Sure is a rough way to die
So pass me a carrot stick, peel me a prune
A glass of skim milk and that`s all
Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial
It's drivin` me right up the wall
And I`m thinkin` of french fries, sausage and waffles
Spaghetti and cookies and cake
And each night I`m dreamin` of chocolate ice cream
And I`m starvin` to death when I wake
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower raw
Some beefsteak the size of a nail
One sliced tomato, a small dab of slaw
I swear I ate better in jail
Stop eatin' that pizza right under my nose
Girl, that's the least you can do
Put down that candy bar while I`m singin'
I`m starvin' my buns off for you
You`re fixin' the kids all those creamed mashed potatoes
But it's bouillon and water for me
Hey, you got a lock on the refrigerator
Lord knows where you`re hidin' the key
While I`m starvin' for food late at night
I`m starvin' for lovin` from you
But you say that when I can see my own dick
You`ll be glad to look at it too
So pass me a carrot stick, peel me a prune
A glass of skim milk and that's all
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons
Are drivin` me right up the wall
Now when I am dead with the insurance paid
You`ll look down at me and you`ll grin
You`ll say, "Well, the boy tried and he suffered and died
But don`t he look good when he`s thin", oh my
This dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin'
Sure is a rough way to die
Dinsdag 26 maart 1974
Carrickfergus
Carrickfergus
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To ferry me over, my love and I
Now in Killenny it is reported
On marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
'Cause I am drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but i'm sick now my days are numbered
Come all you young men and lay me down
Dinsdag 26 maart 1974
Flash, Bang, Wallop!
Flash, Bang, Wallop!
Composer(s): David Heneker
Performer(s): Tommy Steele; Sammy Davis Jr.
(Smile please, all smile. You too, Sir)
(I am smiling)
All lined up in a wedding group
'Ere we are for a photograph
We're all dressed up in a morning suit
All trying hard not to laugh
Since the early caveman in his fur
Took a trip to Gretna Green
There's always been a photographer
To record the 'appy scene.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
What a picture, what a photograph
Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke
Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke
Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
Bangin' on the big bass drum
What a picture, what a picture
Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much, one more picture. Hold it!)
The same thing 'appened long ago
When man was in his prime
And what went on we only know
From the snaps he took at the time
When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit
Decided to get wed
As Adam was about to taste the fruit
The man with the cam'ra said.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
What a picture, what a photograph
Poor old Eve, there with nothing on
Face all red and 'er fig leaf gone
Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay!
What a picture, what a picture
Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much. One more picture, hold it!)
You've read it in a folio
Or seen it in a Shakespeare play
How Juliet fell for Romeo
In the merry month of May
And as 'e climbed the orchard wall
To reach 'is lady fair
As he tumbled, she began to bawl
As he floated through the air.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
What a picture, what a photograph
Poor young chap, what a night 'e spent
Tights all torn and 'is rapier bent
Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay!
What a picture, what apicture
Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
Stick it in your fam'ly album
(One more picture, hold it!)
King 'Enry the Eighth had several wives
Including Anne Boleyn
And he kept an album of their lives
With all their photos in
As Anne Boleyn was on her knees
Dressed in her very best frock
King 'Enry shouted, "Smile, Dear, please"
As 'er 'ead rolled off the block.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
What a picture, what a photograph
Comes the print in a little while
Lost 'er 'ead, but she kept 'er smile
Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y!
Bangin' on the big bass drum
What a picture, what a picture
Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thank you very much. One more picture, hold it!)
When Napoleon married Josephine
There was just the same to-do
He galloped home from the battle scene
All the way from Waterloo
And as he came from orf 'is 'orse
To the boudoir where she sat
She said to 'im, in French of course
As he took of his big cocked 'at
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
What a picture, what a photograph
There she was, with a big Hussar
All caught up in 'er oh-la-la
Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y!
Bangin' on the big bass drum
What a picture, what a picture
Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
Stick it in your fam'ly album
Stick it in your fam'ly
Stick it in your fam'ly
In your fam'ly album!
Maandag 25 maart 1974
The Dick Van Dyke Show Theme Song
The Dick Van Dyke Show Theme Song
Composer(s): Earle Hagen - Morey Amsterdam
Performer(s): Dick Van Dyke
So you think that you've got troubles?
Well, trouble's a bubble
So tell old Mr. Trouble to "Get lost!"
Why not hold your head up high and
Stop cryin', start tryin'
And don't forget to keep your fingers crossed
When you find the joy of livin'
Is lovin' and givin'
You'll be there when the winning dice are tossed
A smile is just a frown that's turned upside down
So smile, and that frown will defrost
And don't forget to keep your fingers crossed!
Maandag 25 maart 1974
Caribbean Amphibian
Caribbean Amphibian
Composer(s): Mark Salzman
Performer(s): Sesame Street
I know a tropical island
Where the mango moon and banana sun shine
and on this tropical island
there lives a cousin of mine
Sometimes he lives in the water
sometimes he lives on the land
sometimes he likes to go sun himself
on soft caribbean sand
He's a caribbean amphibian
He likes to hop in the tropical sea
Caribbean amphibian
a frog in a coconut tree
The flying fish and the turtles
they've seen him hop where the pineapple grows
he likes to see all the islands
so island hopping he goes
Sometimes he hops to Jamaica
sometimes to Haiti he hops
sometimes a warm Peurto Rico beach
is where he finally stops
He's a caribbean amphibian
He likes to hop in the tropical sea
Caribbean amphibian
a frog in a coconut tree
Sometimes he lives in the water
sometimes he lives on the land
sometimes he likes to play music
in an all amphibian band
He's a caribbean amphibian
He likes to hop in the tropical sea
Caribbean amphibian
a frog in a coconut tree
Maandag 25 maart 1974
Flash Gordon
Flash Gordon
Performer(s): Queen
Flash - Ah - Saviour of the universe
Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us
Seemingly there is no reason for these
Extraordinary intergalactical upsets (ha ha ha)
What's happening Flash?
Only Dr Hans Zarkov formerly at N A S A
Has provided any explanation
Flash - Ah - He's a miracle
This mornings unprecedented solar eclipse
Is no cause for alarm
Flash - Ah - King of the impossible
He's for ev'ry one of us
Stand for ev'ry one of us
He'll save with a mighty hand
Ev'ry man ev'ry woman ev'ry child
With a mighty Flash
General Kaka Flash Gordon approaching
What do you mean Flash Gordon approaching?
Open fire all weapons
Dispatch war rocket Ajax to bring back his body
Flash - Ah
Gordon's alive
Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us
Just a man with a man's courage
He knows nothing but a man
But he can never fail
No one but the pure in heart
May find the golden grail oh oh oh oh
Flash Flash I love you
But we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth
Zondag 24 maart 1974
The Diary
The Diary
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka; Walter Wanderley
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
How I'd like to look into that little book
The one that has the lock and key
And know the boy that you care for
The boy who's in your diary
When it's late at night what is the name you write?
Oh, what I'd give if I could see
Am I the boy that you care for?
The boy who's in your diary
Do you recall and make note of all
The little things I say and do?
The name you underline, I'm hoping that it's mine
Darling, I'm so in love with you-oo
Please don't leave me blue, make all my dreams come true
You know how much you mean to me
Say I'm the boy that you care for
The boy who's in your di-a-ry
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Zondag 24 maart 1974
Carpet Man
Carpet Man
Composer(s): Jimmy Webb
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension
and multiple other artists
When you see some puddles on the ground
You lay down so she don't have to walk around
You think that will protect her from the rain
But you'll never ever stop the pain
She walks all over you
You know she can, she knows she can
You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
You take such care to keep that girl's feet clean
Like she's some kind of figurine
The world's so far below her it's not her scene
And so she uses you to stand between
She walks all over you
You know she can, she knows she can
You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
I would think you'd get tired of hurtin'
Every now and then
It's no good down there that's for certain
And carpets do get thin
And that's when they have to be thrown away
That's what she'll say to herself some sunny day
And she'll say come to my wedding and of course you do
And then the groom and her will have a dance on you
She walks all over you
You know she can, she knows she can
You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
Zondag 24 maart 1974
Flash Forward
Flash Forward
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Un soir qu'à l'improviste chtac
Je frappe à ma porte toc toc
Sans réponse je pousse le loqu
Et j'écoute gémir le hamac
Grincer les ressorts du paddock
J'avance dans le block
Out et mon kodak
Impressionne sur les plaques
Sensibles de mon cerveau une vision de claque
Je sens mon rythme cardiaque
Qui passe brusquement à mach
Deux tic tac tic tac tic tac tic tac
Comme sous un électrochoc
Elle était entre deux macaques
Du genre festival à Woodstock
Et semblait une guitare rock
À deux jacks
L'un à son trou d'obus l'autre à son trou de balle
Crac
Eh doc...
Qui moi paranoïaque?
Demandez donc un peu au vioque
Qui est portier de nuit au Rox
Y Hôtel si je débloque
C'est là à jamais sur le bloc
Notes de ma mémoire black
Sur white et quoique
Je fasse ça me reviendra en flash back
Bordel jusqu'à ce que j'en claque
Zaterdag 23 maart 1974
The Diamantina Drover
The Diamantina Drover
Composer(s): Hugh MacDonald
Performer(s): John Williamson
and multiple other artists
The faces in the photograph have faded
And I can't believe he looks so much like me
For it's been ten years today
Since I left for Old Cork Station
Sayin' I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone
Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation
And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Well it seems like the sun comes up each mornin'
Sets me up and takes it all away
For the dreaming by the light
Of the camp fire at ni-ight
Ends with the burning by the day
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone
Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation
And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Sometimes I think I'll settle back in Sydney
But it's been so long it's hard to change my mind
For the cattle trail goes on and on
And the fences roll forever
And I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone
Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation
And I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
And a drover finds it hard to change his mind
For the years have surely gone
Like the drays from Old Cork Station
And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Zaterdag 23 maart 1974
Carousel
Carousel
Composer(s): James - Ray Thomas
Performer(s): Ray Thomas
The world's like a big carousel
turning in space with the whole human race hanging on
but the sounds that are played on that penny arcade
turn me on
Then I need a little romance
if you play me that song
then you'll get me to dance
I can dance
sing me a slow song and maybe then I'll take a chance
For there's something in the air
and it's turning spinning
seems like I float everywhere
For there's something in the air
and it's turning spinning
seems like I float everywhere
Oh I need some loving tonight
someone to hold me and make me feel alright tonight
and I can't explain why the whole human race
wants to fight
For the world is a beautiful place
so small but it's all that we have to stand on
you and I
so won't you join me on my carousel in the sky
For there's something in the air
and it's turning spinning
seems like I float everywhere
Zaterdag 23 maart 1974
Flamingos Fly
Flamingos Fly
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison; Sammy Hagar
Go for a ride
In the still of the night
And morning brings forth
All this wonderful delight
Couldn't have made it more plain
When I heard that soft refrain
And I heard you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly
Lie in the dark
With the sound of the nightingale
Listen for a lark
I will tell you a tale
Breeze is blowin', blowin' outside
Wanna take that moonlight ride
When I hear you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly
Well we're here and we're waiting
For that morning light to shine
And I'm looking at you looking at me looking right back at you
And I'm anticipating
Sounds along the way
Looking at you looking at me looking right back at you, hey
I'll follow the road
That will take me, take me right back home
And carry that load
Where the deer and the provincial angels roam
Happiness touches, touches me now
I know where it came from and how
When I hear you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over the rooftops of the houses
I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby
I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere way over the rooftops of the houses
Heard it one time in a lullaby
Heard it one time, heard it one time in a lullaby
Vrijdag 22 maart 1974
The Devil Went Down To Georgia
