Zaterdag 26 maart 1977
Rubber Bullets
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Rubber Bullets
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Vrijdag 25 maart 1977
There Must Be A Way
There Must Be A Way
Composer(s): David Saxon - Sammy Gallop
Performer(s): Joni James
and multiple other artists
There isn't a place I can go
a place where you won't be missed
for there's not a place that I know
where mem ries of you don't exist
But there must be a way to help me forget that we're through
there must be a way to stop me from dreaming of you
There must be a star in the skies
that isn't reflecting your eyes
I just don't know how to disguise how much I miss you
There must be a song that doesn't remind me of you
there must be a kiss to thrill me like yours used to do
I looked for a way to be happy, happy with somebody new
Oh, there must be a way but I can't find the way without you
Vrijdag 25 maart 1977
Contra El Tiempo
Contra El Tiempo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Afuera hace frío
adentro, recuerdos
Mi viejo y su casa
en un cerro del puerto
Y allá en Santiago
mi madre en silencio
contando las horas
por si un día yo vuelvo
¿Y qué puedo hacer ahora?
si tan sólo quedan horas
y ya mañana
hay que partir?
Llorando en solitario
porque se queda en Santiago
lo que me da fuerzas
para vivir
¿Quién me presta maquillaje
para continuar mi viaje?
Hay otros amigos...
por ahí...
Ahora me siento
un poco el hermano
de mi pasado
y de un futuro
un tanto incierto
Con cuatro maletas
en cien aeropuertos
Y esta guitarra
para empezar de nuevo...
Vrijdag 25 maart 1977
Rubber Ball
Rubber Ball
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ann Orlowski
Performer(s): Bobby Vee;
and various other artists
Rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I'll come bouncing back to you
Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I'm like a rubber ball
Baby that's all that I am to you (bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
Just a rubber ball
'cause you think you can be true to two (bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
You bounce my heart around (You don't even put her down)
And like a rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
If you stretch my love till it's thin enough to tear
I'll just stretch my arms to reach you anywhere
And like a rubber ball, I'll come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you.
You bounce my heart around (You don't even put her down)
And like a rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
(Bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
Eee-eee-eee
I'm like a rubber band
When on my shoulder you do tap (bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
Just a rubber band
Because my heartstrings, they just snap (bouncy, bouncy) (bouncy, bouncy)
You go and squeeze me till I'm all aflame
(She calls you by some other guy's name)
But like a rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I'll come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I'll come bouncing back to you
Rubber ball, I'll come bouncing back to you
Donderdag 24 maart 1977
There Must Be A Reason
There Must Be A Reason
Composer(s): Benny Davis - Ted Murray
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and multiple other artists
There must be a reason for rain drops to fall
There must be a reason why mountains are tall
And why are the stars in the sky
There must be a reason why
There must be a reason for rivers to flow
For beautiful trees and for flowers that grow
And why have the birds' wings to fly
There must be a reason why
The changes from season to season
The dawning that brings a new day
These wonders must all have a reason
It was intended that way
There must be a reason for falling in love
It must have been planned up in heaven above
And why are we so much in love, you and I
There must be a reason why
The changes from season to season
The dawning that brings a new day
These wonders must all have a reason
It was intended that way
There must be a reason for falling in love
It must have been planned up in heaven above
And why are we so much in love, you and I
There must be a reason why
Donderdag 24 maart 1977
Contemplation Rose
Contemplation Rose
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison
Puerto Rican Nursery Rhymes
Angels in the snow and thyme
And I'm keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
Got Watchtowers and Awakes for free
In the laundromat for you and me
But you can't take me down that way
As I'm not sinking
And if we go down one time
Next times not gonna be the last time
And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
Didn't I bring you precious gifts
Came to kiss you on the lips
Didn't even appear
To beg your pardon
To lay out in the morning sun
Feel the cool breeze and the one
Right there in, in my garden
Puerto Rican Nursery Rhymes
And angels, and angels, and the snow and thyme
But I'm keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
Donderdag 24 maart 1977
Rub It In
Rub It In
Composer(s): Martine Layng Jr.
Performer(s): Billy "Crash" Craddock;
and various other artists
Lie beside me on the sand
Put some lotion in your hand
Come on an make me feel nice
Then kiss me once or twice
Say you love me again
Then rub it in rub it in
Rub it in rub it in
I feel the tingle begin
You're gettin' under my skin
Rub it in rub it in
Mmm, feels good
Put a lil bit on ma left shoulder
Yeah
Put a lil bit right here
Yeah
Turn your radio on
And find a slow groovin' song
Baby whisper in my ear
Say the things I wanna hear
Make me know your love is strong
And rub it in rub it in
Rub it in rub it in
I feel the tingle begin
You're gettin' under my skin
Rub it in rub it in
Put a little on my nose
Put a little on my toes
Put it on my back, and my sacroilliac
And a dab on my chinny-chin-chin
Rub it in rub it in
Rub it in rub it in
I feel the tingle begin
You're gettin' under my skin
Rub it in rub it in
Rub it in rub it in
Rub it in rub it in
I feel the tingle begin
Youre gettin under my skin
Rub it in rub it in
Woensdag 23 maart 1977
There Lived A King
There Lived A King
Composer(s): Arthur Sullivan - William Schwenck Gilbert
Performer(s): Owen Brannigan
Don Alhambra:
There lived a King, as I've been told
In the wonder-working days of old
When hearts were twice as good as gold
And twenty times as mellow
Good-temper triumphed in his face
And in his heart he found a place
For all the erring human race
And every wretched fellow
When he had Rhenish wine to drink
It made him very sad to think
That some, at junket or at jink
Must be content with toddy
Marcos And Giuseppe:
With toddy, must be content with toddy
Don Alhambra:
He wished all men as rich as he
(And he was rich as rich could be)
So to the top of every tree
Promoted everybody
Marcos And Giuseppe:
Now, that's the kind of King for me
He wished all men as rich as he
So to the top of every tree
Promoted everybody!
Don Alhambra:
Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats
And Bishops in their shovel hats
Were plentiful as tabby cats
In point of fact, too many
Ambassadors cropped up like hay
Prime Ministers and such as they
Grew like asparagus in May
And Dukes were three a penny
On every side Field-Marshals gleamed
Small beer were Lords-Lieutenant deemed
With Admirals the ocean teemed
All round his wide dominions
Marcos And Giuseppe:
All round his wide dominions
Don Alhambra:
And Party Leaders you might meet
In twos and threes in every street
Maintaining, with no little heat
Their various opinions
Marcos And Giuseppe:
Now that's a sight you couldn't beat
Two Party Leaders in each street
Maintaining, with no little heat
Their various opinions
Don Alhambra:
That King, although no one denies
His heart was of abnormal size
Yet he'd have acted otherwise
If he had been acuter
The end is easily foretold
When every blessed thing you hold
Is made of silver, or of gold
You long for simple pewter
When you have nothing else to wear
But cloth of gold and satins rare
For cloth of gold you cease to care
Up goes the price of shoddy
Marcos And Giuseppe:
Up goes the price of shoddy
Don Alhambra:
In short, whoever you may be
To this conclusion you'll agree
When every one is somebodee
Then no one's anybody!
Marcos And Giuseppe:
Now that's as plain as plain can be
To this conclusion we agree
All:
When every one is somebodee
Then no one's anybody!
Woensdag 23 maart 1977
Contarás Conmigo
Contarás Conmigo
Composer(s): Pablo Beltrán Ruiz
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Quiero que vivas feliz bien sabes que yo jamás te maldigo
sólo te vengo a decir que estés como estés contarás conmigo
Nada en la vida es igual se puede cambiar la dicha en castigo
si algo te llega a pasar no tengas temor estaré contigo
Inseparables cruzaremos por la vida
inseparables como el llanto y el dolor
Somos los mismos de ayer
ni yo te perdí ni tú me has perdido
Nunca te olvides mi bien
que estés donde estés contarás conmigo
Inseparables cruzaremos por la vida
inseparables como el llanto y el dolor
Nunca te olvides mi bien
que estés donde estés contarás conmigo
Woensdag 23 maart 1977
Rub A Dub Dub
Rub A Dub Dub
Performer(s): Equals
Saturday night and I'm sitting in a tub
Got to see my baby
Rub a dub dub
Need hot water running out
got to see my baby
scrub a scrub scrub
Wait till late to see my baby
tonight's the night
that I'm going to ask her
got to smell sweet just like a rose
Sitting in my tub
Rub a dub dub
Sitting in my tub
scrub a scrub scrub
Saturday night and I'm having a rub
Got to see ma baby
Rub a dub dub
Need more soap I'm running out
got to see my baby
scrub a scrub scrub
I wonder what will be the answer
This is the first time
I'm going to ask her
Sitting here I won't know the answer
sitting in my tub
rub a dub dub
Sitting in my tub
rub a dub dub
sitting in my tub
scrub a scrub scrub
Saturday night and I'm sitting in my tub
Got to see my baby
Rub a dub dub
Need hot water I'm running out
sitting in my tub
scrub a scrub scrub
I wait till late to see my baby
tonight's the night that - that
I'm going to ask her
Got to smell sweet just like a rose
sitting in my tub
scrub a scrub scrub
Come into my tub
said the spider to the fly
No thank you
replied the fly
don't really think
I need a rub
Dinsdag 22 maart 1977
There Is Something On Your Mind
There Is Something On Your Mind
Composer(s): Big Jay McNeely
First release by: Big Jay McNeely - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
By the way you look at me
I truly do believe
Something is worrying
Your troubled mind
There is something on your mind
By the way you look at me
There is something on your mind, baby
By the way you look at me
Whoa, yeah
Can what you're thinking
Bring our happiness
Or will it bring misery
No, no, no, no, no, no
Please don't try to tell me
I think I understand
No, no, don't try
To tell me, pretty baby
I tell you, I think
I understand, whoa, yeah
You want me to try and forget you
Well, I'll do the best I can
You know it's so hard
To be in love with someone
It's so hard to be in love with
Someone that don't love you
And it carries a
Heavy burden on your heart
To know that the someone they love
Is your very best friend
I tell you, when somebody else
Is rocking your cradle
Better than you can
Rock your cradle yourself
There's only one thing left
In this world for you to do
Pack your clothes, turn around
Walk slowly out the door
Look over your left shoulder
Hang your head and say
If you ever think about me
If I ever cross your mind
Girl, girl
If you ever think about me
Pretty baby
If I ever cross your mind
Whoa, yeah, well, you know
You know I'm yours
I know, I know your mine
After you can't stand it no more
You go on downtown to the pawn shop
And get yourself a pistol
And then you make it
Back up on the scene
Where your loved one and your
Best friend are now together
You go right in and bust
Down the door and shoot him
You can't shoot her
Because you know if you shoot her
All of your love and your long
Lifetime will be gone forever
And just as you make it up
In your mind to forgive her
Here come another one of
Your best friends through the door
This really makes you blow your top
And you go right ahead and go in person
To your heart and shoot her
And realizing what you've done
You say, baby, please forgive me
I'm sorry
And with her last dying breath
She looks up at you and say
Do do do do, whoa, oh...
Dinsdag 22 maart 1977
Contagious
Contagious
Composer(s): Reggie Calloway; Melvin Gentry; Bobby Lovelace; Boaz Watson
Performer(s): The Whispers
Contagious
Spreadin' like a fire, baby
Contagious
I'm 'bout to lose control
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
I just can't let you go
When I see you
Every time we meet I my knees I get weak
I always lose control
Cause you're so fine, baby, you're so cold
Give me fever
Temperature's rising, girl, what am I supposed to do
Can't go to a doctor, baby
Cause there is only one cure and it's you
Your love's contagious
Spreadin' like a fire, baby
Contagious
I'm 'bout to lose control
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
I just can't let you go
You're my prescription
I need your lovin' every hour, 24 times a day
Don't give me such a hard time, baby
I'm so in love, I just can't stay away
Every time we touch I feel somethin' new
Hooked on your love and I don't know what to do
Love has the power, you've got the upper hand
I'll give you what you want and your wish is my command
Contagious
Spreadin' like a fire, baby
Contagious
I'm 'bout to lose control
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
I just can't let you go
Every time we touch I feel somethin' new
Hooked on your love and I don't know what to do
Love has the power, you've got the upper hand
I'll give you what you want and your wish is my command
Contagious
Spreadin' like a fire, baby
Contagious
I'm 'bout to lose control
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
I just can't let you go
Contagious
You've really got a hold on me
Contagious
Don't you ever let go
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
Don't you ever let go
Contagious
Spreadin' like a fire, baby
Contagious
I'm 'bout to lose control
Contagious
Cause you're my sweet desire, baby
Contagious
I just can't let you go
Contagious
You've really got a hold on me
Contagious
Don't you ever let go
Dinsdag 22 maart 1977
Rozen Voor Sandra
Rozen Voor Sandra
French Title: Une Rose Pour Sandra
Composer(s): B. Sykes; W.P. Walker; N. Byl
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey; Ronnie Tober
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
Eer ze de stad verlaat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
't Is misschien niet te laat
't Leven kon niet mooier zijn
Wonderzacht als een geheim
Wie had ooit gedacht dat onze sterke liefde eens verdwijnen kon
Met de avondzon
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
Eer ze de stad verlaat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
't Is misschien niet te laat
Het gebeurde allemaal
Tussen gisteren en vandaag
Sandra gaf me nog een kans maar 'k liet haar gaan
hoewel haar blik me zei
Jij bent alles voor mij
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
Eer ze de stad verlaat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
't Is misschien niet te laat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
Eer ze de stad verlaat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
't Is misschien niet te laat
Breng die rozen naar Sandra
Eer ze de stad verlaat
Maandag 21 maart 1977
There Is No Greater Love
There Is No Greater Love
Composer(s): Marty Symes - Isham Jones
First release by: Isham Jones and His Orch. - 1936
Covered by multiple other artists
There is no greater love
Than what I feel for you
No greater love
No heart so true
There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing to me
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that
You are mine alone
There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that
You are mine alone
There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you
Maandag 21 maart 1977
Construcão
Construcão
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Amou daquela vez como se fosse a última
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a última
E cada filho seu como se fosse o único
E atravessou a rua com seu passo tímido
Subiu a construção como se fosse máquina
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho mágico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e lágrima
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sábado
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipe
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufrago
Dançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse música
E tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbado
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaro
E se acbou no chão feito um pacote flácido
Agonizou no meio do passeio público
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego
Amou daquela vez como se fosse o último
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a única
E cada filho seu como se fosse o pródigo
E atravessou a rua com seu passo bêbado
Subiu a construção como se fosse sólido
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes mágicas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho lógico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e tráfego
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um príncipe
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse máquina
Dançou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximo
E tropeçou no céu como se ouvisse música
E flutuou no ar como se fosse sábado
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote tímido
Agonizou no meio do passeio náufrago
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o público
Amou daquela vez como se fosse máquina
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flácidas
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um pássaro
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um príncipe
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote bêbado
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o sábado
Maandag 21 maart 1977
Roy's Bluz
Roy's Bluz
Composer(s): Roy Buchanan
Performer(s): Roy Buchanan; Jimmy Thackery
Goin' down to the graveyard
Gotta see my baby gotta see my baby just one more time
Goin' down to the graveyard
Gotta see my baby gotta see my baby gotta see my baby just one more time
You know she done sold her soul to the devil
And I'm just about just about to lose my mind
The train is always going
Always leaves at 3.09
The train is always going
Always leaves at 3.09
Well I'm gonna tell a whole lot of people
It's always left Buchanan behind
You ought to be ashamed
How could you treat me so bad
You ought to be ashamed
How could you treat me so damn bad
You been talking 'bout poor old me
And I thought you were the only thing I ever had
Zondag 20 maart 1977
There Is Always One More Time
There Is Always One More Time
Composer(s): Doc Pomus
Performer(s): B.B. King; Harry Connick Jr.; Johnny Adams
If your whole life somehow
Wasn't much 'til now
And you've almost lost
Your will to live
No matter what you've been through
Long as there's breath in you
There is always one more time
And if your dreams go bad
Every one that you've had
That don't mean that some dreams
Can't come true
'Cause it's funny about dreams
As strange as it seems
There is always one more time
Oh turnin' corners
Is only a state of mind
Keeping your eyes closed
Is worse than being blind
If there's a heart out there
Looking for someone to share
I don't care if it's been
Turned down time and time again
And if we meet one day
Please don't walk away
'Cause there is always one more time
There is always one more time
Zondag 20 maart 1977
Constitucion De Noche
Constitucion De Noche
Composer(s): Adrián Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
La noche en Constitución
tiene un aire particular
la lleva la brisa del rio
la trae los autos al clarear
Nunca andes solo por ahi
que te roban el corazón
las brujas del trafico pintarrajeadas
con algo tan oscuro
Y hay quien ve la luna
como por primera vez
enganchada en un cartel que dice: "No habra mas penas"
Enganchada en un cartel que dice: "No habra mas penas"
La botella calma su bolor
de Santiago bajo y bajo
lustro tan tiempo que si pagaran por metro
el tendria un continente de cuero
Como la capa de un torero
roja y roja es Constitución
la viven gastandio las balas del diablo
la sangre del alcohol
Y hay quien ve la luna ...
Enganchada en un cartel que dice: "Siganme"
Zondag 20 maart 1977
Royal Garden Blues
Royal Garden Blues
Composer(s): Clarence Williams; Spencer Williams
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
A Section:
No use of talkin' no use of talkin'
You'll start in dog-walkin' no matter where
There's jazz-copation blues modulation
Just like a Haitian you'll rip and tear
Most everybody likes the blues
Here's why I'm ravin', here's why I'm ravin'
If it's blues you are cravin' just come on down
You'll hear 'em playin', you'll hear 'em playin'
Soon you'll be sayin', "Hon jazz me 'round"
Because your feet they can't refuse
B Section:
What's that familiar strain that true blue note refrain
It's drivin' me insane
Can't keep still
Tho it's against my will
I'm on my P's and Q's I just can't refuse
There goes that melody, it sounds so good to me
And I am up a tree
It's a shame, you don't know the name
It's a brand new blues
The Royal Garden Blues
Interlude:
Everybody Grab somebody And start jazzing 'round
C Section:
Hon don't you hear that trombone moan?
Just listen to that saxophone
Gee, hear that clarinet and flute
Cornet jazzin' with a mute
Makes me just throw myself away
When I hear 'em play
That weepin' melancholy strain
Say, but it's soothing to the brain
Just wanna get right up and dance
Don't care I'll take most any chance
No other blues I'd care to choose
But Royal Garden Blues
Zaterdag 19 maart 1977
There Is A Tavern In The Town
