Zaterdag 27 november 1976
Rolling Down A Mountainside
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Rolling Down A Mountainside
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Vrijdag 26 november 1976
The White Knight
The White Knight
Composer(s): Jay Huguely
Performer(s): Cletus Maggard & The Citizens Band
Down on Seventy-Five or Ninety-Five or I-Twenty t'other way
Turn your squelch to the right and in the night
you'll hear some cotton-picker say
"Breaker breaker, got a picture-taker, ol' Smokey's at forty-three!"
It's that Japanese toy, the trucker's joy that everybody calls CB
Yeah, Citizens Band
Keeps you up to date with the fender-benders and the Tijuana taxis
and all them bears out there a-flip-floppin'
Now ahead o' your children and ahead o' your wife
on the list of the ten best things in life
Your CB's gotta rate right around number four
'Course, beavers 'n hot biscuits 'n Merle Haggard come one-two-three, you know
Well I was loaded down comin' outta Lake City
checkin' out seat covers all young and pretty
My wife was right and I settled for the night
that ol' concrete boulevard a-feelin' right
My ol' buddy in the back was a-gettin' some sack
I was gonna bring it on to Macon 'fore I climbed in the back
Yeah, I had all my eight-tracks by my side from Dolly Parton to Charley Pride
My stereo a-rattlin' on the dash with Johnny Cash and all that good trash
Yeah, culture with a side order of ritz!
When all of a sudden there come a squall over my CB ringin' wall to wall
Said "Go to double nickels as you hit the ridge
'Cause there's a smokey picture-taker t'other side o' the bridge!"
"Oh, mercy! 'Preciate that, good buddy
Uh, what's your handle there, come on? Come on?"
Mm-hmm...
Well they was nary a sound, and I was bound to think he done switched over to four
When wall to wall there come a call in a voice you couldn't ignoure
And he said
"Ten-four, back door
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well the Bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight
Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"
"Hey ol' buddy, I'm the Mean Machine. What's your twenty and what's your eighteen?
Grease it up and shoout me some more
'Cause I sure believe you're my front door! Come on?"
"Ten-four, back door
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well a GMC my eighteen be, and the last mile marker was a fifty-three
Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"
"All right, White Knight, hammer down!"
Well there I was a-streakin', my needle was a-peakin' right around seventy-nine
That ol' diesel juice was a-gettin' loose and everything was fine!
Oh yeah! Sing, Dolly! Sing, Loretta! Sing it, darlin's! Mm-hmm
When wall to wall, I got a call from a front door big bear trapper
He said, "Break one-nine, good buddy o' mine
you got a smokey in a plain white wrapper!"
Well I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick, you could hear them gears a-tearin'
I was passed by a beaver in a Camaro, and I was cruisin' along a-goin' so slow
I could count every button on that frilly blouse she was a-wearin'
'Course, they weren't but one
"Hey there, Super Trooper"
Yeah, that's that crafty smokey over there with a CB o' his very own
"Who, me? Noooooo, Smokey! Got grapefruit comin from F-L-A
Can't shake them up, boy
Nooo, goin' double nickels all the way!
Hey, White Knight! Hey, front door
Let's slide one off o' Super Trooper here and show him what's happenin' up there
Come on?"
And he said,
"Ten-four, back door
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure
Well the bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight
Gotta get to Macon 'fore the middle o' the night and my handle is the Whight Knight
How 'bout it?"
Well I hammered down 'cause I figured that clown knew more about it than me
I was puttin' it to it, and before I knew it I was doin' 'round eighty-three
When I got a call just got my gall
White Knight was a-talkin' to me, and he said
"Ten-four, back door
Put the pedal to the metal, what'cha waitin' for?
If that ol' white can't stay in sight, gonna leave you here 'n say no more
How 'bout it?"
"Whoooa now, ol' buddy, that's fightin' talk!
Now say things about my wife or my religion
but don't go gettin' nasty 'bout my rig now!
I'll come up there 'n blow your doors off!"
Sing that mad tune there, Buck!
Well I hammered down like I had wings
little gravels in my wheels goin' ping-ping-ping
I was hittin' ninety with a might heavy load
blew a Greyhound Bus clean off o' the road
'Bout the time I hit ninety-two I saw somethin' flashin' in my rear view
Thoght to myself, "That can't be true," but there it was a-goin' blue-blue-blue!
Uh-oh... Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot!
That's what it was, big ol' redneck whip right there on Smokey's car
goin' twangy-twangy-twangy-twangy
Play me a sad song there, Johnny
Well I could see that bear a-laughin' big
Just a-hangin' in tight on the back o' my rig
When all of a sudden it come to me wall to wall
So in that cold dark Georgia night in the shadow o' Smokey Bear's blue light
I decided to make just one more CB call...
"Break one-nine for the Super Trooper
Hey there, Super Trooper, tell me if I'm right
Are you my front door?
Are you the White Knight? Come on?"
And he said
"Ten-four, back door
You in a heap o' trouble, boy, fer sure
Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair
just pull over there with yer rockin' chair
Want you boys to know each other real well
'Cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell
You make twelve cotton-pickers I've caught tonight
Runnin' front door as that White Knight! [snicker]
How 'bout it? [snicker]
Forty miles over the speed limit; you boys gon' be here a while!" [snicker]
That's it, cotton-pickers, I've done been grounded
My tail in jail and my rig impounded
Called the boss for bond in Big A Town; he said
"You got in there, you get out, clown!
You lookin' for more than a bond, boy, you ain't got no job!"
I said, "Well boss, it's been nice doin' business with you
Just keep it between the ditches
Sevens, threes, 'n all them good numbers to you
'n boss, if you would do me one favor
I... I wonder if you'd call my wife and tell I her won't be there
Saturday to take the kids to no Little League nowhere now
Tell her maybe she'd better look into that job what she was offered, 'n
Tell her just go ahead and get my friend a leave of action to the VFW
"And boss, before my replacement takes this rig out
Tell him when he's travellin' through the dark Georgia night
Don't never get no fromt door called the White Knight!
No sir, 'n wind up in the pokey with Smokey?
Best thing you can do with that ol' thing is yank it out by the wires
I don't care if it is a Johnson
Sing me a sad tune there, Johnny
"Oh Lordy mercy! Where am I gonna get two hundred 'n fifty green
stamps to get outta this pokey?
Oh Lordy..."
Vrijdag 26 november 1976
Kan Er Niets Aan Doen
Kan Er Niets Aan Doen ((aka Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart) - 1992))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Frank Boeijen
Performer(s): Frank Boeijen - 1997
Versions In Other Languages:
18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett)
1859 - Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz) (instrumental)
1931 - Plaisir D'amour (by Yvonne Printemps)
1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley)
1978 - Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave)
Verstandig is het niet
Alleen een idioot denkt niet na
Maar ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou
Wat als ik blijf
Zou dat verkeerd zijn
Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik wordt verliefd op jou
Een rivier die stroomt
Altijd naar de zee
Liefste ga je mee
Dit had zo moeten zijn
Neem mijn hand
Mijn hele leven is voor jou
Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou
Want ik kan er niets aan doen
Ik word verliefd op jou...
Vrijdag 26 november 1976
Rollin' (In My Sweet Baby's Arms)
Rollin' (In My Sweet Baby's Arms)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): George Jones & Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
I ain't gonna work on the railroad
(You ain't gonna work at all if you can help it !)
No, I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'll lay 'round this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
My mama was a beauty operator
Sister could sew and could mend
My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill
Just-a watchin' all that money roll in
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (rollin' in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Donderdag 25 november 1976
The Whistling Song
The Whistling Song
Composer(s): A. Angers - B. Wicks
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band
When she walks down the street
All the cops on the beat turn and whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she rides in the row
All the boys shout out “Whoa” and they whistle
(Wolf Whistle)
Apart from the fact that it’s coarse
A whistle unsettles the horse
And an unsettled horse can result in a very sad end
My friend
When she travels by air
Pilots turn round and stare and they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she rides in a train
Porters do it again, they all whistle
(Wolf whistle)
Now she’s met a boy who can’t whistle at all
But he’s very handsome, he’s dark and he’s tall
He couldn’t care less about all of the rest
They can whistle
When she goes for a hike
Or a rid on a bike how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
All the butchers and bakers
And candlestick makers all whistle
(Wolf Whistle)
She doesn’t consider it rude
You can’t call the lady a prude
So our local attraction
Gives some slight reaction
She’ll bow, and how.
When she goes to the movies
Or goes to a show how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
When she puts on her coat
And is ready to go how they whistle
(Wolf whistle)
They whistled like mad when she went to a ball
She turned to the dark man who’s handsome and tall
And said “Aren’t they darlings, good luck to them all
They can whistle”
(Wolf whistle)
Donderdag 25 november 1976
Comment Lui Dire
Comment Lui Dire
Performer(s): France Gall
Au beau milieu de la foule
D'un dimanche après-midi
Au beau milieu de la foule
Je le reconnais c'est lui
Au beau milieu de la foule
De ces gens qui me sourient
Parmi tous mes ennemis
Je le reconnais c'est lui
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Au beau milieu de la foule
Du dimanche après-midi
Je me sens nerveuse pas kool
Je le reconnais, c'est lui
Au beau milieu de la foule
Des étrangers de ma vie
Je voudrais qu'il ait compris
Qu'il m'emmène loin d'ici
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
S'il peut m'attendre, s'il peut m'apprendre
S'il peut m'atteindre qu'il vienne à moi
S'il peut comprendre, s'il peut m'entendre
Et me rejoindre qu'il vienne à moi
Qu'il vienne à moi
Au beau milieu de la foule
Du dimanche après-midi
Au beau milieu de la foule
Qu'il m'emporte loin d'ici
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire,
Comment, comment,
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Comment lui dire, comment lui dire
Comment lui faire comprendre d'un sourire
Donderdag 25 november 1976
Rollin' And Tumblin'
Rollin' And Tumblin'
Composer(s): Morgan Robinson
Performer(s): Elmore James
I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long
Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long
I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong
Well now want you to love me baby, or please let me be
Yes love me baby, or please let me be
If you don't like my peaches please don't shake my tree
Well I want you to love me baby, and come on and say you'll be mine
I want you to love me baby, come and say you'll be mine
If you don't like my potatoes, please don't dig up my vine
Woensdag 24 november 1976
The Whistler's Mother-In-Law
The Whistler's Mother-In-Law
Composer(s): Bert Stevens - Larry Wagner
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Muriel Lane
(BC)
If you’re whistlin’ ‘cause you’re happy
Be very careful Pappy
No tellin’ what a whistler’s mother-in-law will do
Oh, the mammies around the kitchen
Attendin’ to her stitchin’
There’s many behind the door keepin’ an eye on you
She’s got a direct suspicion
You aim to do some fishin’
Your whistlin’, I declare, gave it away for sure
But I reckon you mighta’ known it
Might just as well postpone it
You ain’t gonna go newhere
‘sept on a lecture tour
(ML)
John, John, that’s what I’m a’callin’
Hurry up and haul that coal
John, John, I’m not only stallin’
This old lady’s up to som’thin’
Sure as you’re born
(BC)
As you listen to granny cackle,
She’s found your fishin’ tackle
A whistle for all your plans now for the good they’ll do
Look at granny, she’s got the flivver
She’s headin’ for the river
Well isn’t that like a man’s mother-in-law for you
(ML)
John, John, that’s what I’m a’callin’
Hurry up and haul that coal
(BC)
I hauled that yesterday
(ML)
John, John, I’m not only stallin’
This old lady’s up to som’thin’
Sure as you’re born
(BC)
As you listen to granny cackle
She’s found your fishin’ tackle
A whistle for all your plans now for the good they’ll do
Look at granny, she’s got the flivver
She’s headin’ for the river
Well isn’t that like a man’s mother-in-law for you
Woensdag 24 november 1976
Comment L'oublier
Comment L'oublier
Titles In Other Languages: Helwa Ya Baladi; Yo Te Amo
Composer(s): G. Sinoué; J. Barnel; B. Liamis
Performer(s): Dalida
Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier
Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier
Depuis ce matin d'automne
Le fleuve immobile raisonne
D'un silence étrange désemparé
Oh, oh
Le vent a porté sa voix comment l'oublier
De Luxor à Sakarya comment l'oublier
Comment effacer le rêve Quand au ciel blesse s'élève
Le cri d'une colombe qui est tombée
Etait-ce un ange était ce un homme qui peut le dire
Mais il a marqué l'histoire de souvenirs
Là-bas au pied des pyramides sous le soleil
Il dort pareil aux pharaons
La vallée des rois m'a dit comment l'oublier
Il pleut sur Alexandrie comment l'oublier
Le ciel bleu n'a plus de flammes
Le sphinx a perdu ses larmes
D'avoir trop pleuré, bien trop pleuré
Même si parfois il a soulevé des orages
Comment être indifférent à son message
Car il n'avait qu'une seule idée
Faire de la terre avec ses frères
Une terre de paix
Oh, oh
Il était fils de lumière comment l'oublier
Paysan né de la terre comment l'oublier
Il a tracé une route que d'autres suivront sans doute
Pour que vive encore le grand espoir
Oh, oh, oh
Comment l'oublier
Comment l'oublier
Oh, oh, oh
Woensdag 24 november 1976
Roller Girl
Roller Girl
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg;
Anna Karina; Showcase Showdown
Je suis la fille que l'on colle
Avec elle, tout est possible
Sur les Harley Davidson
Les B.M.
Double V
Avec elle, tout est possible
Les camions 16 tonnes
Avec elle, tout est possible
Je suis la roller girl
Roller girl, roller girl ...
Je suis celle qu'on épingle
Celle qui n'a pas froid aux yeux
À côté d'moi n'est rien
La plus vamp des vamps
Je suis la roller girl
Roller girl, roller girl...
Je suis la fille des bulles
La Lolita des comics
Une des plus dangereuses
Des bandes dessinées
Je suis la roller girl, roller girl ...
Je suis l'amour en trompe l'oeil
La décalcomanie girl
Le danger immédiat
Et l'amour fiction
Je suis la roller girl, roller girl, roller girl ...
Dinsdag 23 november 1976
The Whiskey Ain't Workin'
The Whiskey Ain't Workin'
Composer(s): Marty Stuart - Ronny Scaife
Performer(s): Travis Tritt & Marty Stuart
and multiple other artists
There was a time, I could drink my cares away
And drown out all of the heartaches
That hurt me night and day
When the thought of you came crashing through
I'd have one more
But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
I need one good honky-tonk angel
To turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay
This ol' bottle down
A woman warm and willin'
That's what I'm lookin' for
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
They knew my name at every bar in town
And they knew all of the reasons
Why I was comin' 'round, 'round, 'round (Sing it, Travis)
'Cause in my mind, peace I'd find
When they'd start to pour
Now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore (Sing it, son)
I need one good honky-tonk angel
To turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay
This ol' bottle down
Well, a woman warm and willin'
Lord, that's what I'm lookin' for (That's right)
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
Lord, the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
For sure...
Dinsdag 23 november 1976
Comment Finir La Semaine?
Comment Finir La Semaine?
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi
Pour atteindre la fin du mois
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Mon électricité est coupée
Mon téléphone supprimé
J'ai une ardoise à mon bar tabac
Et je ne chôme pas, moi
Et pourtant je croyais gagner ma vie
Maison, voiture et mon nid
Pas d'aventure, de folie ni de gène
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
L'animal le plus intelligent
A toujours été l'homme
Mais je n'en suis pas plus fier pour ça
C'est taire tous mes torts
L'homme ne tue pas toujours pour manger
Il doit aussi se prouver
Et je cours, cours devant ce problème
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je n'ai pas d'argent devant moi
Pour atteindre la fin du mois
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Je descends du singe
Je suis l'homme
À cause des dents d'Adam
Et sa pomme
Et ça ne résout pas la question
Comment finir la semaine?
Dinsdag 23 november 1976
Roller Derby Queen
Roller Derby Queen
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening
With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen
Well I was just getting ready to get my hat
When she caught my eye, and I put it back
And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers
(Chorus)
The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen
around and round, a round and round
The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen
Down in the arena
She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen
A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight
And the roller derby program said
that she was built like a fridgerator with a head
Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike
(Repeat Chorus)
Well I could not help it, but to fall in love
With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of
Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life
Well she might be nasty, she might be fat
But I never met a person who would tell her that
She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed hackin sack mama
(Repeat Chorus)
Maandag 22 november 1976
The Whiffenpoof Song
The Whiffenpoof Song
Composer(s): Tod Galloway - George S. Pomeroy - Meade Minnigerode
Performer(s): Rudy Vallee
and multiple other artists
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louis dwells
To the dear old Temple Bar
We love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled
With their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing
Of the songs we love so well
"Shall I, Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louis
While life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest
We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
God have mercy on such as we
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Maandag 22 november 1976
Comment Fais-Tu Pour Dormir?
Comment Fais-Tu Pour Dormir?
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Tu doutes de tout mais tu t'étonnes de rien
T'as pas confiance en l'être humain
Qu'je suis
Tes yeux sont secs quand tu pleures
Le corps à cœur te fait très peur
J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie
T'effaces mes traces de ton corps du délit
T'as fait de moi le faux témoin d'ta vie
Et j'mens pour tuer le temps
J'fais du chantage au sentiment
J't'attendrai pas toute ma vie
Comment fais-tu pour dormir?
Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pire
A distance on les vit mal
Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal
Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire
Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire
Et j'cherche souvent
Le pourquoi du comment
Fais-tu pour dormir?
Il y a les autres mais avant tout y a toi
Dur de savoir ou tu m'places dans tout ça
Tu n'attends rien des gens
Tu vis comme ça, en faisant semblant
Tu f'ras pas ça tout l'temps, tout l'temps
Comment fais-tu pour dormir?
Mes nuits sont plus belles ou bien pires
A distance on les vit mal
Je dis mal mais c'est plus mal que mal
Ton répondeur m'fait plus rire
Pleurez après l'top pour rien dire
Et j'cherche souvent
Le pourquoi du comment
Fais-tu pour dormir?...
Bonsoir...
Maandag 22 november 1976
Roll Um Easy
Roll Um Easy
Composer(s): Lowell George
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
and various other artists
Well I am just a vagabond
A drifter on the run
And eloquent profanity
It rolls right off my tongue
And I have dined in palaces
Drunk wine with kings and queens
And darling on darling
You're the best thing I ever seen
Won't you roll me easy
So slow and easy
Take my independence
With no apprehension no tension
Walk in, talk in paradise
Sweet paradise
Well I been around this country
From Denver to the oceans
And I never met girls that could sing so sweet
Like the angels that live in Houston
Singing roll me easy
So slow and easy
Play your concertina be a temptress
Darling I'm defenseless
Sing in harmony, in unison
Sweet harmony
Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum
Sing in harmony, in unison
Sweet harmony
Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum
Woah roll me easy
So slow and easy
Take my independence
With no apprehension no tension
Walk in, talk in paradise
Sweet paradise
Zondag 21 november 1976
The Whelk Song
The Whelk Song
Composer(s): West - Reine
Performer(s): Alan Breeze & Doreen Stephens
Stephens:
Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o
Breeze:
If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may"
There's a fellow you should meet, runs a fish shop down our street
He wraps it up in paper every day
When they're crowding round the stall, he addresses one and al
And this is what you'll always hear him say"
Nah, if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
And take yer baby's fingers off the slab (They're covered in chocolate!)
Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers
Take a hake or a nice cod steak
Soles and eels for the old man's meals
They're lovely – they're all fresh in today
So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may
Stephens: Ooh! Mum, can I have some winkles?
Breeze: Them's not winkles, dearie, them's whelks
Stephens: Well, can I have some whelks then?
Breeze: No you can't! You'll only swallow `em, shells an' all
Now look what happened the other day
Your father and I were just in time to stop you swallowing the front wheel of a steam roller
Stephens: Why don't I keep my big mouth shut!
Billy Cotton: Nah then Missus
Do you want these `ere whelks, cos they're lovely
Breeze:
If you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
And move yer pram and let the others in (You're blocking the doorway)
Lovely two eyed kippers, take `em for the nippers
Take a hake or a nice cod steak
Roes or trout for the old man's gout
They're lovely, they're all fresh in today
So if you don't want the whelks don't muck `em abaht
If you don't want `em other people may
Breeze:
All nice and juicy
Stephens:
Alive-alive-o, alive-alive-o, singing cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o
Zondag 21 november 1976
Comment Faire Pour Oublier
Comment Faire Pour Oublier
Italian Title: Prigionera
Composer(s): M. Safka; M. Jourdan; P. Botkin; B. de Vorzon
Performer(s): Dalida
La raison voudrait chasser parfois notre pensée
Lequel de nous n'a pas rêvé de perdre la mémoire
Pourtant il faut souvent, bâtir avec nos souvenirs
L'avenir
La, la, la...
Valse, valse le monde
Danse dans la ronde
Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier
Nous sommes tous les prisonnières de ceux qu'on a aimé
Toutes les joies qui ne sont plus
C'est comme un vide immense
Sans toi je vois s'ouvrir des fleurs
Mais pourtant c'est l'hiver
Dans mon cœur
La, la, la...
Valse, valse le monde
Danse, danse la ronde
Dites-moi comment faire pour oublier
Valse, valse le monde
Danse, danse la ronde
Dites-moi que le soleil reviendra
Zondag 21 november 1976
Roll Over Lay Down
Roll Over Lay Down
Composer(s): J. Coghlan; A. Lancaster;
R. Parfitt; F. Rossi; R. Young
Performer(s): Status Quo
When I got home that night early one morning
Seeing the note written in ink pinned to the door
Taking a drink cool from the fridge from the table
I drank a toast you were the most the night before
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
Zaterdag 20 november 1976
The Wheel Of Hurt
