Zondag 6 maart 1977
Rouler
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Zaterdag 5 maart 1977
There Goes My Baby
There Goes My Baby
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Lover Patterson - George Treadwell - Benjamin Nelson
First release by: The Drifters - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
There goes my baby
Moving on down the line
Wondering where, wondering where
He is bound
I broke his heart
And made him cry
Now I'm alone, so all alone
What can I do, what can I do
Just wanna know
Does he love me
Does he really love me
Or is he just playing
Me for a fool
I wonder why he left me
Why did he leave me so all alone
So all alone
I was gonna tell him that I loved him
And that I need him
Beside my side
To be my guide
I wanna know
Where is my baby
I want my baby
I need my baby
I was gonna tell him that I loved him
And that I need him
Beside my side
To be my guide
I wanna know where is my
Where is my baby
I need my baby
I need my baby
Zaterdag 5 maart 1977
Confrontación
Confrontación
Composer(s): Frank Wildhorn; Leslie Bricusse; Steve Cuden
Performer(s): Raphael
Se termino, lo se muy bien
Nadie sabra jamas
La triste historia de edward hyde
Ni a quien mato, no lo sabran jamas
Solo veran lo tragico
Pero no mi gran labor
La sombra del demonio
Mato de raiz mi buena intencion
Soy un buen hombre ¿o soy un loco?
Solo hay un paso
Entre un ser bueno y uno...
Que es de verdad
Que te dare tu libertad
Piensas que me alejare de ti
Si es asi, oyeme bien
Estas en un error
Tu jamas te libraras de mi
Tu no eres mas que una faz y un espejo
Cierro mis ojos y ya no te ves
Soy cuanto ves, soy tu vivo reflejo
Mientras tu vivas contigo estare
Eres el fin de una atroz pesadilla
Eres el grito del que va a morir
Al despertar en paz podre dormir
No hables de dormir, ¡que va!
No habra un despertar
Todo es un delirio sin final
Hyde se queda aqui
Que importa lo que hagas tu
Sobrevivira a cualquier mal
Vas a morir mi memoria te entierra
Tu solucion es perder mi control
No me controlas, pues vivo en tu vida
Tienes un alma, la misma que yo
Vivo sin ti, jamas al contrario
Vuelvo a ser yo tras tu danza mortal
Celebrare tu desenlace fatal
Vivire en ti para siempre... ¡no!
Con satan, satan dentro de mi... ¡no!
Se bien que hoy por siempre
Ya nunca podran separarse Jekyll y Hyde
No ves que se acabo, vas a morir
No, yo no, muere tu
Muero yo, muere tu
Tu muere en mi, sere tu
Vamos Hyde, demaje
No ves que tu eres yo
No, no es verdad
Yo soy tu, tu eres Hyde
No, nunca
Si, siempre
Dios te castigue, Hyde
Llevate tu maldad y pudrete en el infierno
Alli nos vemos, Jekyll
Nunca
Zaterdag 5 maart 1977
Roule, S'Enroule
Roule, S'Enroule
English & Italian Titles:
Over And Over; Gira Rigira
Composer(s): G. Petsilas; M. Jourdan
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Ce matin je t’aime pour deux
Ce matin mon cœur bat pour deux
Je te retrouve et te découvre
A la seconde le bout du monde
Roule s’enroule ma vie à la tienne
Roule s’enroule ta chance à la mienne
Roule s’écoule tant de tendresse
Que je ne cesse de croire en toi
Ce jour-là est fait pour nous deux
Un instant je ferme les yeux
Tu me fredonnes mieux que personne
La chanson tendre que j’aime entendre
Roule s’enroule ma vie à la tienne
Roule s’enroule ta chance à la mienne
Roule s’écoule tant de tendresse
Que je ne cesse de croire en toi
Le soleil s’endort et s’éteint
Et le vent se calme soudain
Le vent s’arrête pour mieux peut-être
Que tu entendes la chanson tendre
Roule s’enroule ma vie à la tienne
Roule s’enroule ta chance à la mienne
Roule s’écoule tant de tendresse
Que je ne cesse de croire en toi
Roule s’enroule ma vie à la tienne
Roule s’enroule ta chance à la mienne
Roule s’écoule tant de tendresse
Que je ne cesse de croire en toi
La lalala lalala lalala
La lalala lalala lalala
Lalalali lalilalala
Lalalala lalalala
La lalala...
Vrijdag 4 maart 1977
There Goes A Tenner
There Goes A Tenner
Composer(s): Kate Bush
First release by: Kate Bush - 1982
Okay, remember
Okay, remember
That we have just allowed
Half an hour
To get in, do it, and get out
The sense of adventure
Is changing to danger
The signal has been given
I go in
The crime begins
My excitement
Turns into fright
All my words fade
What am I gonna say?
Mustn't give the game away
We're waiting
We're waiting
We're waiting
We got the job sussed
This shop's shut for business
The lookout has parked the car
But kept the engine running
Three beeps means trouble's coming
I hope you remember
To treat the gelignite tenderly for me
I'm having dreams about things
Not going right
Let's leave in plenty of time tonight
Both my partners
Act like actors
You are Bogart
He is George Raft
That leaves Cagney and me.
("What about Edward G.?")
We're waiting
We're waiting
We're waiting
You blow the safe up
Then all I know is I wake up
Covered in rubble
One of the rabble
Needs mummy
("What's all this then?")
The government will never find the money
("What's all this then?")
I've been here all day
A star in strange ways
Apart from a photograph
They'll get nothing from me
Not until they let me see my solicitor
Ooh, I remember
That rich, windy weather
When you would carry me
Pockets floating
In the breeze
Ooh, there goes a tenner
Hey, look! There's a fiver
There's a ten-shilling note
Remember them?
That's when we used to vote for him
Vrijdag 4 maart 1977
Conflito
Conflito
Composer(s): Petrucio Maio; Clodô
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Ai, meu coração que não entende
O compasso do meu pensamento
O pensamento se protege
E o coração, se entrega inteiro
sem razão
Se o pensamento foge dela
O coração à busca, aflito
Am
E o corpo todo sai
tremendo
Massacrado e ferido do
conflito...
Vrijdag 4 maart 1977
Rough Stuff
Rough Stuff
Composer(s): Adam Ant; André Cymone
Performer(s): Adam Ant
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Down in the jungle
Feeling very fat
You better hit the floor
and give me twenty
And the girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Heavens where you find it
So sit back and relax
I wouldn't be so sure
'Cos we need plenty
And the girls sing girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
How far out can you get
And still come back alive?
You never hear the shot
The shot that gets you
And the girls sing girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
Down in the jungle
Feeling very fat
You better hit the floor
and give me twenty
And the girls sing girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
You're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go
Put something down
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
Rough Stuff
Donderdag 3 maart 1977
There But For You Go I
There But For You Go I
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
First performance by: David Brooks - 1947
Covered by multiple other artists
Tommy:
This is hard to say, but as I wandered through the lea
I felt for just a fleeting moment that I suddenly was free of being lonely
Then I closed my eyes and saw the very reason why
I saw a man with his head bowed low
His heart had no place to go
I looked and I thought to myself with a sigh
There but for you go I
I saw a man walking by the sea
Alone with the tide was he
I looked and I thought as I watched him go by
There but for you go I
Lonely men around me, trying not to cry
Till the day you found me, there among them was I
I saw a man who had never known a love that was all his own
I thought as I thanked all the stars in the sky
There, but for you, go I
Donderdag 3 maart 1977
Conflicto
Conflicto
Composer(s): José Antonio Zorrilla
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Aquí muy dentro de mí hay un conflicto de amor
no sé pedirte perdón ni tampoco vivir alejado de ti
Mi orgullo dice jamás, mi amor te pide perdón
y aquí muy dentro de mí esa lucha brutal no me deja vivir
Y estoy ansioso de ti, de darte un beso otra vez
de hacer que mis labios te digan de nuevo que siempre te amé
Mi orgullo dice jamás, mi amor te pide perdón
y aquí muy dentro de mí esa lucha brutal no me deja vivir
Y estoy ansioso de ti, de darte un beso otra vez
de hacer que mis labios te digan de nuevo que siempre te amé
Mi orgullo dice jamás, mi amor te pide perdón
y aquí muy dentro de mí esa lucha brutal no me deja vivir
Donderdag 3 maart 1977
Rough Boy
Rough Boy
Composer(s): Billy Gibbons;
Dusty Hill; Frank Beard
Performer(s): ZZ Top; Brooks & Dunn
What in the world's come all over me?
I ain't got a chance of one in three
Ain't got no rap, ain't got no line
But if you'll give me just a minute I'll be feelin' fine
I am the one who can fade the heat
The one they all say just can't be beat
I'll shoot it to you straight and look you in the eye
So gimme just a minute and I'll tell you why
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy
I don't care how you look at me
Because I'm the one and you will see
We can make it work, we can make it by
So give me one more minute and I'll tell you why
I'm a rough boy, I'm a rough boy
Woensdag 2 maart 1977
There Are Worse Things I Could Do
There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Composer(s): Warren Casey - Jim Jacobs
First release by: Stockard Channing - 1978
There are worse things I could do
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood thinks
I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys
smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through
that's the thing I'd never do
I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right
take cold showers everyday
and throw my life away
on a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me
out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie
but I can feel and I cry
In fact I'll bet you never knew
but to cry in front of you
that's the worse thing I could do
Woensdag 2 maart 1977
Confidentially
Confidentially
Composer(s): Reg Dixon
Performer(s): Danny Kaye
Confidentially, I like to talk
Confidentially, with a girl like you
Confidentially, I’ll tell you this
I wouldn’t if it wasn’t so but now I think you ought to know
But keep it dark, because you’ll see
That it’s very confidentially
I really shouldn’t tell you but there’s something in your smile
Makes me want to linger when I oughta run and mile
And now I’m gonna say it if you listen just a while
Confidentially, because it’s true
Don’t tell a soul, I love you
(Confidentially, I like to talk)
(Confidentially, with a boy like you)
(Confidentially, I’ll tell you this)
I wouldn’t if it wasn’t so, but now I think you oughta know
(But keep it dark, because you see)
(That it’s very confidentially)
I really shouldn’t tell you but there’s something in your smile
Makes me want to linger when I oughta run a mile
And now I’m gonna say it if you listen just a while
Confidentially, because it’s true
Don’t tell a soul I love you
But keep it dark because you’ll see
That it’s very confidentially
I really shouldn’t tell you but there’s something in your smile
Makes me want to linger when I oughta run a mile
And now I’m going to say it if you listen just a while
((Confidentially, because it’s true))
Don’t tell a soul I love you
(It’s true dear)
Don’t tell a soul I love you
Woensdag 2 maart 1977
Rough And Ready Man
Rough And Ready Man
Composer(s): Alberta Hunter
Performer(s): Alberta Hunter; Freda Payne
Folks I'm looking for a worker …not you
I want an extra special kind
When I get the type of man I want
I know I'm gonna have a little time
Got to be ambitious, a man that loves to work
I don't want no man that's lazy, no man that tries to shirk
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now he can be a backwards farmer or a digger in a ditch
He can even drive a garbage wagon
Honey it don't make no difference which
Long as he's a two-fisted (oh please), double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now I don't have to have a fat man
And neither must he be too thin
And I sure don't want no guy
Got to get all pepped up on gin
And if he doesn't like soap and water
Don't let that worry you …we'll get along
But honey I want a man like Joe Louis
You know… a man that's big and strong
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now he can be knock-kneed, box-ankled
He can even have frog-eyes
But that won't make a bit of difference… if he's Ok… otherwise
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
When he snores I want the force to blow the bedclothes to the floor
And the breezes from his wheezes to knock the padlock off the door
When I come home some morning all dressed up like Esther's horse
I want him to grab me and tear all of my clothes, just to let me know who's boss
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
I want a man who won't let his children play with neither dog nor cat
But will drag in a skunk or a lion and say
"Here, you kids, play with that"
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
Is that clear to you?
Rough and ready man
Dinsdag 1 maart 1977
There Are Such Things
There Are Such Things
Composer(s): Joseph Meyer - Abel Baer - Stanley Adams
First release by: Tommy Dorsey & His Orch. (Vocals: Frank Sinatra and the Pied Pipers) - 1942
Covered by multiple other artists
A heart that’s true, there are such things
A dream for two, there are such things
Someone to whisper "Darling you’re my guiding star"
Not caring what you own but just what you are
A peaceful sky, there are such things
A rainbow high where heaven sings
So have a little faith and trust in what tomorrow brings
You’ll reach a star because there are such things
So have a little faith and trust in what tomorrow brings
You’ll reach a star because there are such things
Dinsdag 1 maart 1977
Confidences Sur La Fréquence
Confidences Sur La Fréquence
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Beriat - Jean-Pierre Goussaud - Jean-Luc Morel
Performer(s): Dalida
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Salut on m'appelle K R Z 33 je suis
branché sur ta fréquence
Je reviens du bahut j'suis super relax vas-y j't'écoute
J'veux un été en plein soleil et un amour qui me réveille
Avec tendresse ou bien violence
J'ai besoin de faire une escale sur des photos sentimentales
Car j'ai le cœur comme en souffrance
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Je te reçois cinq sur cinq
Dis donc à t'entendre physiquement tu m'as l'air assez mignonne
Qu'est ce que tu fais après dîner?
Si t'es libre j'temmène en boite OK
J'aimerai poser tous mes bagages me baladé sans maquillage
Sur les chemins de mon enfance
Compter les étoiles de ma vie repeindre en bleu toutes mes folies
Et faire danser mon existence
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Tu sais j'aimerai vachement être
copain avec toi
Dailleurs moi j'aime bien les femmes qui font vraiment femme
Et puis pour les années ben t'en fais pas
Vivre avec le temps mais n'exister qu'au présent
Et pouvoir sourire de mes lointains souvenirs
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Ah là là ma p'tite chérie je sens
que tu vas encore tomber amoureuse
Je t'vois déjà du bleu sur les yeux des paillettes dans les cheveux
Ça y est voilà que j'deviens jaloux maintenant
Enfin on sait jamais souviens-toi de ma fréquence
Salut...
Confidences souvent j'y pense confidences dans le silence
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences sur la fréquence
Confidences sur la fréquence, confidences...
Dinsdag 1 maart 1977
Rotterdam
Rotterdam
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré; Catherine Sauvage
Il n'en restait plus qu'un
Et c'était celui-là
Un port du Nord ça plaît
Surtout quand on n'y est pas
Ça fait qu'on voudrais y être
Ça fait qu'on n'sait pas bien
S'il faut s'taper l'poète
Ou s'taper la putain... d'Rotterdam
Où y a pas qu'des putains
Où y a pas qu'des marins
Où y a des chiens perdus
Et les enfants des rues
Où y a pas qu'des marchands
Où y a pas qu'des chalands
Où y a des vieux chevaux
Qui bridgent avec la mort
Où y a des flics chinois
Qui se prennent pour la reine
Où y a des filles en soie
Qui font couler leur gaine
Sur le bord du trottoir
Comme un chagrin de plus
Qui traînera ce soir
Tout le long de la rue
Si au moins ça pouvait r'ssembler à Rotterdam
Où y a des rats crevés
Comme y'en a à Paris
Où y a des chats croisés
Avec des vieilles souris
Où y a pas qu'de l'import
Où y a bien loin du port
Des amants qui se font
Et puis qui se défont
Où y a pas qu'des banknotes
Au seuil des minijupes
Et des mecs qui s'occupent
A placer leur cam'lote
Où y a des malheureux
Qui donneraient leur cul
Si en donnant son cul
On était bienheureux
Si au moins ça pouvait r'ssembler à Rotterdam
Où y a des assassins
Planqués dans leur whisky
Et puis des insensés
Qui pass'ront pas la nuit
Où y a pas qu'du tabac
Au goût de caramel
Où y a de pauv's soldats
Qui s'farciraient l'Carmel
Où y a un Christ debout
Derrière un bar de nuit
Qui cause avec le bout
Avec le bout d'la nuit
Où y a des exilés
Qui sortent leur exil
Dans le ciel barbelé
D'un' publicité con
Si au moins ça pouvait r'ssembler à Rotterdam
Où je n'irai jamais
Car je vais au soleil
Où tu n'iras jamais
Car partout c'est pareil
Je prends le train du Sud
Tu prends le train du Sud
Il prend le train du Sud
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Si au moins ça pouvait r'ssembler à l'Italie
Maandag 28 februari 1977
There Are Fairies At The Bottom Of Our Garden
There Are Fairies At The Bottom Of Our Garden
Composer(s): Rose Fyleman - Liza Lehmann
Performer(s): Bea Lillie
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away
You pass the gardener's shed
And you just keep straight ahead
I do so hope they've come to stay
There's a little wood with moss in it and beetles
And a little stream that quietly runs through
You wouldn't think they'd dare
To come merrymaking there
Well, they do!
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance on summer nights
The butterflies and bees
Make a lovely little breeze
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights
Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star to make a fan
And dance away up there
In the middle of the air
Well, they can!
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are
They all stand up and sing
When the fairy queen and king
Come gently floating down upon their car
The king is very proud and handsome
The queen, now can you guess who that would be?
She's a little girl all day
But at night she steals away
Well, it's me!
Maandag 28 februari 1977
Confianza
Confianza
Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Confianza, tenme confianza
de aquella incertidumbre y de aquella duda ya nada quedó
Confianza de nuestra entrega
tranquilidad serena, se fueron las sombras, la luz ya llegó
No llores, ya nunca llores
no sufras por mi querer
Confianza, tenme confianza
estréchame en tus brazos
con honda ternura con loca pasión
No dudes más de mis besos
y ten confianza en nuestro amor
No llores, ya nunca llores
no sufras por mi querer
Confianza, tenme confianza
estréchame en tus brazos
con honda ternura con loca pasión
No dudes más de mis besos
y ten confianza en nuestro amor
Maandag 28 februari 1977
Rosy And John
Rosy And John
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Stone & Charden
Est-ce que c'est par hasard
Que t'es au promenoir ce soir?
Ou bien est-ce que t'as vu
Mes affiches dans les rues?
C'est plus Rosy and John
C'est seulement John and John
Et John, il va très bien
Et John, il n'a besoin de rien
D'ailleurs, tu n'as qu'à voir
Si t'as payé pour voir ce soir
C'est pas plus mal qu'avant
C'est même plus dans le vent
Tu te souviens de ce pas?
Tu n'y arrivais pas
Faut partir du pied droit comme ça
Excusez-moi, messieurs mesdames
C'est Rosy, c'était ma femme
Elle était dans mon numéro
C'était, quoi, un duo
Elle dansait comme personne
C'était nous, Rosy and John
Mais la vie...
Mais la vie...
Mais la vie...
Depuis que t'es partie, la maison a grandi, tu sais
Pour deux, c'était petit, mais pour moi ça suffit, tu sais
J'ai appris la cuisine : le sandwich aux sardines, c'est bon
Et je change de chemise quand je change de chemise, pardon
Histoire de rigoler, j'suis pas privé, tu sais
Tiens, dimanche avec Gaston
On a fait des cartons, bon bon, c'est bon
J'ai gagné plein de joujoux alors
Et toi, toi t'as une veine de coucou
Ce qu'il est rigolo, salaud!
Excusez-moi, messieurs mesdames
C'est Rosy, c'était, ma femme
Elle était dans le numéro
C'était, quoi, un duo
On s'aimait comme personne
C'était bon, Rosy and John
Mais la vie, c'est la vie, et la vie...
Zondag 27 februari 1977
Laat Me Niet Staan
