Vrijdag 15 april 1977
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Donderdag 14 april 1977
There's A Cabin In The Pines
There's A Cabin In The Pines
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
There’s a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in the pines
There’s a sweetheart in the pines writing me a letter
I can read between the lines
I can see she longs for my returning
To my little cabin in the pines
Whispering breeze, whisper to my love
Tell her I’ll come back some day
Say that I’m blue, broken hearted too
Sorry that I went away
There’s a cabin in the pines meant to be a love nest
Down among the Carolines
Is it any wonder I’m so lonely
Longing for my cabin in the pines
Donderdag 14 april 1977
Cool Papa Cool
Cool Papa Cool
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Ta fortune éclate
Tes prêtres se battent
Juste en bas de chez toi
Ta fille se shoote
Ton fils fait la route
Et ta maîtresse reçoit
Y a tes héros qui sautent
Y a des mendiants qui votent
Y a ta femme qui boit
Y a plus de cathédrales
Y a des stars en sandales
Et personne les croît
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Tous les traîtres t'embrassent
Ton pavillon de chasse
Est plein de juges hors la loi
Y a les huissiers qui sonnent
Y a dieu au téléphone
T'as du sang sur les doigts
Le temps te bouscule
Ton image brûle
Mais ne t'en fais pas
Faut que tu comprennes
Que dans dix ans à peine
C'est peut-être à moi qu'on dira...
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
Donderdag 14 april 1977
Rules Of The Game
Rules Of The Game
Composer(s): Billy Sherrill
Performer(s): Billy Sherrill
The first time, the first time you made me blue
I should have stayed away, stayed away from you
But I just didn't know the rules of the game
And many times like the time before
You know you made me cry but I came back for more
Still I didn't know the rules of the game
Now I know somebody, someone's gonna make you blue
And you're gonna need someone to tell your trouble to
But there'll be one you know who'll always come to you
Guess I'll never know the rules of the game
Woensdag 13 april 1977
There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave
There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
and multiple other artists
There's a boy coming home on leave
There's a girl wants him home on leave
She'll meet him right at the station
And will she tell all the Nation
There's a boy coming home on leave
And his heart will be on his sleeve
They'll have a grand celebration
When he comes home on leave
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon, the Army can't wait till June
There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave
Allen: Bud, isn't it wonderful coming home on leave?
Flanagan: Yes, Ches, we'll soon be in Victoria Station
What's the first thing you gotta do when you get in?
As soon as you see the Missus, what're you gonna do?
Allen: The first thing, Bud, I'm gonna kiss the Wife
Flanagan: Are ya? And the second thing?
Allen: Well, take me pack off
What about you, Bud?
Flanagan: Well, I'm goin' straigt in to the Missus and I'm gonna say
"There's something I want!", send the kids to the pictures
And when the kids are gone to the pictures, you know what I'm gonna ask her?
Allen: No, Bud
Flanagan: How ya been gettin' on for bacon?
Both: Ha-ha-ha-ha
And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon the Army ????? in June
There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave
Woensdag 13 april 1977
Cool Night
Cool Night
Composer(s): Paul Davis
Performer(s): Paul Davis
I sometimes wonder why
All the flowers have to die
I dream about you
And now -- Summer's come and gone
And the nights they seem so long
Come on over tonight
Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go
Oh-- when the cool night brings back memories
Of a good life when this love was not so old
Oh-- I won't talk about the past
How love's supposed to last forever
And you -- Don't have to take a stand
Lay out any plans
Come on over tonight
Come on over
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go
It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go ...
Woensdag 13 april 1977
Rule Britannia
Rule Britannia
(Traditiona)
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main
Arose from, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter, the charter of the Land
And Guardian Angels sang this strain
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The nations, not so blest as thee
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall
While thou shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Still more majestic shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each foreign stroke
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root the native oak
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame
All their attempts to bend thee down
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame
But work their woe and their renown
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The Muses still with Freedom found
Shall to thy happy coast repair
Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd
And manly hearts to guard the fair
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
There'll Come A Time
There'll Come A Time
Composer(s): Eugene Record - Floyd Smith
First release by: Betty Everett
and multiple other artists
There'll come a time in every girl's life
She'll have to cry
There'll come a time when the heart
Won't take no more
She'll have to cry, cry, cry, cry
Baby sometimes you see the rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
And I got to cry sometimes
I'll say it again
Rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
I got to cry, oh yeah
Oh love, oh love, oh love
Why you wanna go
Away and leave me here to cry
When you know I would miss you
But oh baby, if you'd please
Please come back to me
I apologize, if I ever made you cry
You see the rich have to cry
Poor have to cry
You get to cry
And I got to cry
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
Cool Love
Cool Love
Composer(s): Vicki Countryman - Wanda Jackson
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson; Kim Lenz
You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Well, love's gotta be warm
And love's gotta be right
And this ain't no ice cube that you're with tonight
So don't you dish me out the cool love (give me that cool love)
It don't move me at all (move me at all)
And if you'd live it up, baby
Man, we'd really have a ball (baby!)
You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Now the clock is strikin' one
And we ain't had no fun
Just throw your arms around me
And the night has just begun
Now that's a little more like it (a little more like it)
Now you're doing all right (doing all right)
And if you keep it up, baby
I'll see you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See ya!
(Yeah)
Dinsdag 12 april 1977
Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
Composer(s): Bob Dorough; Kathy Mandry
Performer(s): Jack Sheldon
Now I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo
That followed Rufus home
And now tbat kangaroo belongs
To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla ...
Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to
Because I have pronouns I can say,
He found a kangaroo that followed him home
And now it is his
You see, he, him and his are pronouns
Replacing the noun Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
A very proper noun
And it is a pronoun replacing the noun kangaroo
Now comma
Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you
She found a kangaroo that followed her home
and now it is hers but I can't say that
Because she found an aardvark
That fell in love with her and they're so happy
And my name is Albert Andreas Armadillo
(No relation to the Sarsaparillas)
Because of pronouns I can say
I wish she would find a rhinoceros for me
And we'd be happy
You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down
Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and
Albert Andreas Armadillo found
an aardvark, a kangaroo and a rhinoceros
And now that aardvark and that kangaroo
and that rhinoceros belong respectively to
Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and Albert Andreas Armadillo
Whew! Because of pronouns I can say in this way
We found them and they found us
And now they are ours and we're so happy
Thank you pronouns!
A pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down
Sometimes when we take them all on the bus
People really raise a fuss
They start shouting out pronouns at us
Like, "Who brought that rhinoceros on the bus?"
And "What made that horrible noise?"
And "Which one of them's getting off first?"
Who what and which are special pronouns
which can ask a question in the sense
where you do not know the name of the noun
But I know
I have mine and she has hers and he has his
You have yours
They love us and we love them
What's ours is theirs, that's how it is with friends
And pronouns, you are really friends
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
can really wear you down
Maandag 11 april 1977
There'll Be Time
There'll Be Time
Composer(s): Michel Legrand - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman
There's a time and place we've yet to know
There's a sea we've yet to sail
Though we saw the mountain long ago
It's a peak we've yet to scale
There's another world we've yet to find
It's a world we've yet to lose
There's a winding road yet to find
And another yet to choose
And there's a tender journey yet to take
A sun that waits to rise
There are promises we've yet to make
Days we'll spend will never end in each others eyes
There will be time enough for everything
Time for life, time for love
Time for us, time for you
And time for me
Maandag 11 april 1977
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Composer(s): Donald Storball
First release by: The Capitols - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Well I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
Well this cat that you're talkin' about
Has nothing, nothing on me
'Cuz I know I'm the heppest cat
The heppest cat that ever could be
Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Okay girls...break it down!
Bring it down reeeeeeeaaaalll uh-huh
Uh-huh, well that's right
Now, I know a lot of you out there are thinkin'
Man, are those girls fools?
When way deep down inside
You know we're way cool
Now Gina, hon, she beats that drum
Oh man, she beat it mean
That mighty sound will shake the ground
C'mon and do your thing
Right now!
Oh that sounds good
I wanna hear some of that bad, bad bass
A one, a two, a one two three four
You're playin' baby
C'mon everybody
I wanna hear you all
Can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
The cool jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk
Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk
Cool Jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk
We're runnin' now
Cool Jerk
Hey, hey
Cool Jerk!
Maandag 11 april 1977
Ruega Por Nosotros
Ruega Por Nosotros
Composer(s): Alberto Cervantes; Rubén Fuentes
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez;
and various other artists
Señor, eterno Dios
ante tu altar hoy vengo suplicante
a rogar por el alma de mi amada
que la muerte tan cruel me arrebatara
Yo sé que tu poder es infinito
que eres igual con pobres y con ricos
y es por eso que en ti busco el consuelo
para este corazón que está marchito
Si estoy despierto la miro
si estoy dormido la sueño
y por donde quiera que ando
su recuerdo va conmigo
Llorando paso las noches
paso las noches llorando
para mí el sol no brilla
entre sombras voy vagando
Señor, eterno Dios
ante tu altar estoy aquí de hinojos
ella se fue y yo quiero morirme
perdonanos Señor y ruega por nosotros
Zondag 10 april 1977
There'll Be Some Changes Made
There'll Be Some Changes Made
Composer(s): Billy Higgins - W. Benton Overstreet
Performer(s): Ethel Waters
and multiple other artists
They say don't change the old for the new
But I've found out this will never do
When you grow old you don't last long
You're here today and then tomorrow you're gone
I loved a man (gal) for many years gone by
I tho't his(her) love for me would never die
He(she) made some changes that would never do
From now on I'm goin' to make some changs too
For there's a change in the weather
There's a change in the sea
So from now on there'll be a change in me
My walk will be diff'rent, my talk and my name
Nothin' about me is goin' to be the same
I'm goin' to change my way of livin' if that ain't enough
Then I'll change the way that I strut my stuff
'Cause nobody wants you when you're old and gray
There'll be some changes made
They say the old time things are the best
That may be very good for all the rest
But I'm goin' to let the old things be
'Cause they are certainly not suited for me
There was a time when I thought that way
That's why I'm all alone here today
Since ev'ry one of these days seeks something new
From now on I'm goin' to seek some new things too
For there's a change in the weather
There's a change in the sea
So from now on there'll be a change in me
Why, my walk will be be different, and my talk and my name
Nothing about me gonna be the same
I'm gonna change my way of livin', and that ain't no shock
Why, I'm thinking of changin' the way I gotta set my clock
Because nobody wants you when you're old and gray
There's gonna be some changes made today
There'll be some changes made
Zondag 10 april 1977
Cool It Down
Cool It Down
Composer(s): Lou Reed
First release: The Velvet Underground - 1970
Somebody took the papers
And somebody’s got the key
And somebody nailed the door shut
That says hey what you think that you see
But me l’m down around the corner
You know I’m lookin’ for miss linda lee
Because she’s got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you l-o-v-e
Hey baby if you want it so fast
Don’t you know that it ain’t gonna last
Of course you know it makes no difference to me
Somebody’s got the time time
Somebody’s got the right
All of the other people
Tryin’ to use up the night
But now me l’m out on the corner
You know I’m lookin’ for miss linda lee
Because she’s got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you l-o-v-e
Ooh if you want it so fast
Don’t you know honey you can get it so fast
But of course you know it makes no difference to me
Oh oh oh you’d better cool it down
You know you’d better cool it down
You know you’d better cool it down
You know you’d better cool it down
Oh hey if you want it so fast
Now lookie baby don’t you want it to last
But of course you know that it makes no difference to me
Oh you’d better cool it down
You know you’d better cool it down
You know you’d better cool it down
Zondag 10 april 1977
Rue Saint-Vincent
Rue Saint-Vincent
Composer(s): Marc Ogéret; Aristide Bruant
Performer(s): Yves Montand;
and various other artists
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre
sur la butte Montmartre
un p'tit air innocent
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle
a' sentait bon la fleur nouvelle
rue Saint-Vincent
Elle avait pas connu son père
elle avait p'us d'mère
et depuis 1900
a' d'meurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'a' s'élevait comme ça, toute seule
rue Saint-Vincent
A' travaillait déjà pour vivre
et les soirs de givre
dans l'froid noir et glaçant
son p'tit fichu sur les épaules
a' rentrait par la rue des Saules
rue Saint-Vincent
Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées
la nappe étoilée
et la lune en croissant
qui brillait, blanche et fatidique
sur la p'tite croix d'la basilique
rue Saint-Vincent
L'été, par les chauds crépuscules
a rencontré Jules
qu'était si caressant
qu'a' restait la soirée entière
avec lui près du vieux cimetière
rue Saint-Vincent
Et je p'tit Jules était d'la tierce
qui soutient la gerce
aussi l'adolescent
voyant qu'elle marchait pantre
d'un coup d'surin lui troua l'ventre
rue Saint-Vincent
Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche
elle était toute blanche
même qu'en l'ensevelissant
les croque-morts disaient qu'la pauv' gosse
était crevé l'soir de sa noce
rue Saint-Vincent
Elle avait une belle toque de martre
sur la butte Montmartre
un p'tit air innocent
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle
a' sentait bon la fleur nouvelle
rue Saint-Vincent
Zaterdag 9 april 1977
There'll Be No Teardrops Tonight
There'll Be No Teardrops Tonight
Composer(s): Hank Williams
First recording/First release by: Hank Williams - 1948/1949
Covered by multiple other artists
I'll pretend I'm free from sorrow
Make believe that wrong is right
Your wedding day will be tomorrow
But there'll be no teardrops tonight
Ooh, why, oh, why should you desert me
Are you doing this for spite
If you only want to hurt me
Then there'll be no teardrops tonight
I believe that you still love me
When you wear your vail of white
But you think that you're above me
But there'll be no teardrops tonight
Oh shame, oh shame for what you're doing
Other arms will hold you tight
You don't care whose life you're ruining
But there'll be no teardrops tonight
Zaterdag 9 april 1977
Cool For Cats
Cool For Cats
Composer(s): Chris Difford - Glenn Tilbrook
Performer(s): Squeeze
The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fires dead and arrows in his hat
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats
The Sweeny's doing ninety 'cause they've got the word to go
To get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their Missus' always looks the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father and they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats
To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub
I'm seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats
Shape up at the disco when I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions as she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos but she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later and I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats
Zaterdag 9 april 1977
Rue Lepic
Rue Lepic
Composer(s): Pierre Jacob; Michel Emer
Performer(s): Yves Montand;
Patachou; Serge Uberti
Rue Lepic
Dans l’marché qui s’éveill’
Dès le premier soleil
Sur les fruits et les fleurs
Vienn’nt danser les couleurs
Rue Lepic
Voitur’s de quatr’ saisons
Offrent tout à foison
Tomat’s roug’s, raisins verts
Melons d’or z’et prim’vèr’s
Au public
Et les cris des marchands
S’entremêl’nt en un chant
Et le murmur’ des commer’s
Fait comme le bruit d’la mer
Rue Lepic
Et ça grouille et ça vit
Dans cett’ vieill’ rue d’Paris
Rue Lepic
Il y a des cabots
Et des goss’s à Poulbot
Aux frimousses vermeil’s
Qui s’prélassent au soleil
Mais surtout
Il y a un’ bell’ fill’
Aussi bell’ que l’été
Ell’ marche en espadrill’s
Et rit en liberté
Rue Lepic
Et la rue est tout’ fièr’
De son beau regard clair
Et de sa bell’ santé
Et qui l’a enfantée
Et toujours
La fill’ avec amour
À sa rue dit bonjour
Et la rue extasiée
La regarde passer
Et la rue
Monte, monte toujours
Vers Montmarter, là-haut
Vers ses moulins si beaux
Ses moulins tout là-haut
Rue Lepic
Vrijdag 8 april 1977
There'll Always Be An England
