Woensdag 6 januari 1971
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Woensdag 6 januari 1971
Over The Next Hill
Over The Next Hill
Composer(s): Steve Tilston
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
Forever, forever, the road goes on forever
If your wheels are burning up the miles
And you're wearing down shoe leather
And your face is frozen in a smile
And the road goes on forever
Forever, forever, the road goes on forever
Over the next hill, maybe there's good weather
If you're flying over table tops
Eyes wide with wine and wonder
Or lazy counting kangaroos
In dingo days down under
Down under, down under, in dingo days down under
Over the next hill, there's no more rain or thunder
Though you chose the open road and you were willing
To sing and dance and take the tambourine man's shilling
All the secret tricks and footsteps you were learning
But once the stone begins to roll, it's not for turning
Like a rolling stone, with no direction home
If you're pacing in a dressing room
With no fresh paint or windows
Or you're strutting on some dusty stage
Wondering where the time goes
The time goes, the time goes, wondering where the time goes
Over the next hill, they say there will be rainbows
Oh, rainbows, rainbows, somewhere over rainbows
Over the next hill, who knows where the time goes
Woensdag 6 januari 1971
On Se Réveillera
On Se Réveillera
((Italian Version: Ci Si Risveglierà (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Rachelle Ferrell
On se réveillera
Par un matin plus clair, sous un soleil plus chaud
Pour une vie nouvelle
On se réveillera
On se réveillera
Et nos yeux s'ouvriront sur un monde plus beau
Et des pensées plus belles
On se réveillera
On se réveillera
Encore tout étourdi
De ne former qu'un être
On se réveillera
Comme des enfants qui
Viennent juste de naître
On se réveillera
Nu, de notre passé
Pur des années gâchées
Avant de se connaître
On se réveillera
A l'aube d'un espoir au sortir de la nuit
Qui nous cachait la vie
On se réveillera
On se réveillera
Encore tout étourdi
De ne former qu'un être
On se réveillera
Comme des enfants qui
Viennent juste de naître
On se réveillera
Nu, de notre passé
Pur des années gâchées
Avant de se connaître
Avec un coeur tout neuf
Et sans regret aucun
Tous deux main dans la main
On se réveillera
Demain
Dinsdag 5 januari 1971
Love Is Just Around The Corner
Love Is Just Around The Corner
Composer(s): Leo Robin - Lewis Gensler
Performer(s): Bing Crosby - 1934
Beautiful miracle, pardon my lyrical rhapsody
Can't you see? Oh, you have captured me!
Being so glamorous, now can't you be amorous just with me
Make it soon, Cop a look at that moon
Love is just around the corner
Any cozy little corner
Love is just around the corner
When I'm around you
I'm a sentimental mourner
And I couldn't be forlorner
When you keep me on that corner
Just waiting for you
Venus de Milo was noted for her charms
But strictly between us
You are cuter than Venus
And what's more you've got arms!
Let's go cuddle in a corner
Any cozy little corner
Love is just around the corner
And I'm around you
Love is just around the corner
Any cozy corner
Love is just around the corner
When I'm around you
I'm ten times as faithful
As all your other men
They all are true to no one but you
But me I'm true to ten
Oh, let's go cuddle in a cozy corner
Any cozy little corner
Love is just around the corner
And I'm around you
Dinsdag 5 januari 1971
Miserere
Miserere
Composer(s): Zucchero
Performer(s): Zucchero
Miserere, miserere
Miserere, misero me
Pero' brindo alla vita!
Ma che mistero, e'la mia vita
Che mistero
Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila
Un menzognero!
Ma dove sono e cosa faccio
Come vivo?
Vivo nell'anima del mondo
Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere, misero me
Pero'brindo alla vita!
Io sono il santo che ti ha tradito quando eri solo
E vivo altrove e osservo il mondo
Dal cielo
E vedo il mare e le foreste vedo me che....
Vivo nell'anima del mondo
Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere,misero me
Pero'brindo alla vita!
Se c'e' una notte buia abbastanza
Da nascondermi,nascondermi
Se c'e' una luce,una speranza
Sole magnifico che splendi dentro me
Dammi la gioia di vivere che ancora non c'e'
Miserere, miserere
Quella gioia di vivere (che forse)
Ancora non c'e'
Dinsdag 5 januari 1971
No One (Connie Francis)
No One
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Connie Francis
and multiple other artists
No one ever kissed me the way that you do
And no one ever told me "I love you"
No one ever cared
No, no one ever shared
All those dreams that I dreamed would come true
No one ever hurt me the way that you do
"Cause no one ever broke my heart in two
But I'll keep on caring my whole life through
For no one, no one but you
No one ever hurt me the way that you do
"Cause no one ever broke my heart in two
But I'll keep on caring my whole life through
For no one, no one but you
Dinsdag 5 januari 1971
B.R.P.
B.R.P.
Composer(s): C. Garrido - Victor Jara - V. Rojas
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Muchacho chileno
Fulgor de la nueva brigada
Las calles del pueblo
Despiertan con tu claridad
Tu brocha es el canto
Que pinta el azul del cielo
Que llena la patria
De luz, amor y fraternidad
Joven camarada
Que construyes tu esperanza
Alumbras los muros
Con rojo grito de libertad
Tu camino esconde noche y dolor
Ansia y valor tendido alli quedaste
De polvo y sangre
Crecio la flor que tu dejaste
Escribiendo el aire
Camarada ¡adelante!
Maandag 4 januari 1971
Love Is All Around (The Troggs)
Love Is All Around
((Dutch Version: Geschreven In De Wind (by Rob de Nijs) - 1996))
Composer(s): Reg Presley
First release by: The Troggs - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Well, love is all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginnin', there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinkin'
Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me
And I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me
In everythin' I do
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginnin', there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show ...
Maandag 4 januari 1971
Mis Viejos Amores
Mis Viejos Amores
Composer(s): Victor Heredia
Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Mis amores han pasado
como flores que el viento ha cortado
y han quedado, entre oscuras distancias
unos vivos y otros olvidados
Mariposas de colores
han dejado grabadas mil cosas
y he guardado en mi diario de tonto
cosas feas y cosas hermosas
Mis amores, mis amores
son retazos de viejas batallas
barquichuelos de velas heridas
navegando las aguas del alma
Mis amores, mis amores
pajaritos buscando su nido
frescas aguas en mi impertinencia
hace tiempo que los he perdido
No me ufano ni envanezco
por las cosas que el amor me ha dado
y hoy se han ido para siempre
por las sombras del río pasado
Mariposas de colores
han dejado grabadas mil cosas
y he guardado en mi diario de tonto
cosas feas y cosas hermosas
Mis amores, mis amores
son retazos de viejas batallas
barquichuelos de velas heridas
navegando las aguas del alma
Maandag 4 januari 1971
B.J. The D.J.
B.J. The D.J.
Composer(s): Hugh X. Lewis
Performer(s): Stonewall Jackson
A story 'bout a pal of mine
who worked out near the Georgia line
A D.J. in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear, 'cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputation
At record shops he'd stay out late, and his mom would always wait
To see if he would make it home alive
She warned about his loss of sleep, drivin' fast in that old heap
And that he had to be to work by five
BJ the DJ, you're living much to fast
And if you don't change your ways, don't see how you can last
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar
Overslept and he was late again
But a break neck speeds he'd drive, to turn the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
Mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello
She knew that he'd made it there alive
Then she'd say a little prayer, he was safe 'cause he was there
And she'd wait up for him again tonight
Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn
But he scratched out and just as fast as time
BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve
And he signed off down near the Georgia line
Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know
BJ's never been this late before
But with the roads so bad and all
She'd wait a while before she called
Then she heard the knock upon the door
BJ the DJ, only twenty-four
A wreck at ninety mules an hour
He'd spin the hits no more
Zondag 3 januari 1971
Love Is Here To Stay
Love Is Here To Stay
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin
First recording/First performance: Ella Logan & Bill Harty Orch. - 1937/Kenny Baker - 1938
Covered by multiple other artists
It's very clear, our love is here to stay
Not for a year but ever and a day
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But, oh, my dear, our love is here to stay
Together we're goin' a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay
But our love is here to stay
Zondag 3 januari 1971
Mis À Part
Mis À Part
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Autrefois quand les mignonnes
Gaspillaient leurs avantages
En dehors Dieu me pardonne
Des liens du mariage
Les malheureuses étaient mises
Au banc de la société
Mais aujourd'hui c'est la crise
Dans la chrétienté
Mis à part les curés
Par devant et par derrière
Mis à part les curés
Personne ne veut se marier
Autrefois les belles filles
N'avaient souvent qu'une idée
Laisser voir le plus possible
Leur peau dénudée
Mais la mode est versatile
Le maxi est arrivé
Et les voilà qui s'habillent
Jusqu'aux doigts de pieds
Mis à part les curés
Par devant et par derrière
Mis à part les curés
Personne veut plus s'dévoiler
On fabriquait des garçons
Par douzaines et les familles
Montraient leur désolation
Quand naissait une fille
Aujourd'hui bulle ou pas bulle
Du pape garçon ou pas
Qu'on prenne ou non la pilule
C'est plus du tout ça
Mis à part les curés
Par devant et par derrière
Mis à part les curés
Personne ne veut engendrer
L'habitude séculaire
De bien boire et bien manger
A l'heure où la foi se perd
Fait aussi pitié
On préfère à la prière
Et aux plats gastronomiques
Un régime alimentaire
Macrobiotique
Mis à part les curés
Par devant et par derrière
Mis à part les curés
Nul ne va plus gueuletonner
Les distractions les plus saines
Disparaissent des cités
Télé voiture et week-end
Les ont remplacées
Elles pleurent leur clientèle
Du samedi des temps passés
Les péripatéticiennes
Quand Guy Lux paraît
Mis à part les curés
Par devant et par derrière
Mis à part les curés
Personne ne veut plus monter
Les religieux en colère
Revendiquant nos péchés
On ne sait plus bien sur terre
A quel saint se vouer
Si le ciel tourne à l'enfer
Pour le mettre sur ses pieds
Je ne vois plus que Saint-Pierre
Pour tout arranger
Mis à part les curés
Introduits chez Lucifer
Mis à part les curés
Tout le monde sera sauvé
Zondag 3 januari 1971
Oh! La La
Oh! La La
((Italian Version: Chella Llá (Connie Francis))
Composer(s): Umberto Bertini - Sando Taccani
Performer(s): Dalida
Moi qui voulait rester célibataire
Afin de ne jamais me laisser faire
Je viens soudain de me faire prendre
Et voila que sans rien comprendre
Je m'en vais à mon tour la tète en bas
Oh! la la, oh! la la
Dans mon cœur je l'avoue y a du dégât
Ne dite pas que j'ai fait sa conquête
Puisque c'est moi qui marche à la baguette
Oh! la la oh! la la
Tous mes amis ne me reconnaissent pas
Quand on aime on est un peu bête
Et je suis dans ce cas là
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Oui depuis que j'ai fait sa connaissance
J'ai dit adieu à mon indépendance
Pour faire tous ces petits caprices
Je me suis mit à son service
C'est fou ce que l'amour à fait de moi
Oh! la la, oh! la la
Je suis comme un pantin entre ses doigts
Je vais, je viens, je cours, je fais du zèle
Et je fais le ménage et la vaisselle
Oh! la la, oh! la la
Et le pire c'est qu'en faisant tous cela
Je me dis que la vie est belle
Et que je n'la changerais pas
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Mais je serais vraiment très malhonnête
Si j'arrêtais ici ma chansonnette
Car mis à part mon esclavage
J'obtiens de petits avantages
Et quand je dis petit n'insiste pas!
Oh! la la, oh! la la
Lorsque le soir il me prend dans ces bras
Et que tout bas il vient me dire je t'aime
C'est comme le paradis qui ce promène
Oh! la la, oh! la la
Je n'peut pas tout vous dire excusez-moi
Mais si vous rencontrez le même
Sur le champ n'hésitez pas
Aimez le, gardez le, croyez-moi
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Zondag 3 januari 1971
B. Ode Y Evelyn
B. Ode Y Evelyn
Performer(s): Fito Páez
Evelyn esta caliente
Ella solo sale a varear
Y su dueña lo presiente
Envuelta en un collar
Envuelta en un collar
Todo pasa de repente
B-ode y sus ojos radar
Tiene afilados los dientes
No se porque será
No se porque será
Evelyn es sol B-ode marroquí
Ella lo vio
Y así se perdió entre los autos
Y entre la gente
Y entre la gente
Se encontraron en un puente
Yo los vi de casualidad
El también tenia algo en mente
Llevarla a algún lugar
Llevarla a algún lugar
Patrulleros de la muerte
Ellos y su perro guardián
Los corrieron en el puente
Y pudieron escapar
Pudieron escapar
Evelyn es sol B-ode marroquí
Seis bocas mas del mal
Recorrieron Pompeya toda la noche
Jamas volvió a salir la luna
Zaterdag 2 januari 1971
Love Is Here And Now You're Gone
Love Is Here And Now You're Gone
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
First release by: The Supremes - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Love is here and
Oh, my darling, now you're gone
Love is here and
Oh, my darling, now, now you're gone
You persuaded me to love you
And I did
But instead of tenderness
I found heartache instead
Into your arms I felt
So unaware of the loneliness
That was waiting there
You close the door to your heart
And you turned the key, locked your love away from me
Love is here and
Oh, my darling, now you're gone
You made me love you
And oh, my darling, now you're gone
You said loving you
Would make life beautiful
With each passing day
But as soon as love
Came into my heart
You turned and you walked, just walked away
You stripped me of my dreams
You gave me faith, then took my hope
Look at me now
Look at me
See what loving you has done to me
Look at my face
See how cryin' has left it's trace
After you made me all your own
Then you left me all alone
You made your words sound so sweet
Knowing that your love I couldn't keep
My heart cries out for your touch
But you're not there
And the lonely cry fades in the air
Love is here and
Oh, my darling, now you're gone
Love is here and
Oh, my darling, now you're gone
You made me love you
Oh, my darling
Now you're gone
You made me love you
Oh, my darling
Now you're gone
Zaterdag 2 januari 1971
Mirza
Mirza
Composer(s): Nino Ferrer
Originally performed by: Nino Ferrer
Covered by various other artists
Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la
Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la
Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la
Où est donc passé ce chien
Je le cherche partout
Où est donc passé ce chien
Il va me rendre fou
Où est donc passé ce chien
Oh! Ça y est, je le vois!
Veux tu venir ici
Je n'le répéterai pas
Veux-tu venir ici
Mmmmm, sale bête va!
Veux-tu venir ici
Oh! Il est reparti
Où est donc passé ce chien
Je le cherche partout
Où est donc passé ce chien
Il va me rendre fou
Où est donc passé ce chien
Oh! Ça y est je le vois!
C'est bien la dernière fois
Que je te cherche comme ça
Veux tu venir ici
Je n'le répèterai pas
Veux tu venir ici
Oh et ne bouge pas
Veux tu venir ici
Oh yeah! satané Mirza
Zaterdag 2 januari 1971
B666
B666
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch
We’re livin a madhouse, you know
Digital religions’ runnin’ the whole show
See that guy over there
Rolling his eyes & tearing his hair
He controls deployment of a thousand phantom jets
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Were livin’in a madhouse, you know
Nothing works & the jerks are runnin’ the whole show
See that guy over there
Conversing with the empty air
Well he wrote all the programs on a million tape machines
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Well you’ve seen him before, in the past
He was there at first, he’ll be there at last
But I just couldn’t help tryin’ to warn ya
'Cause he’s slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
You’re just one of his million programming tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Vrijdag 1 januari 1971
Love Is Fire
Love Is Fire
Composer(s): Lauri Conger - Lorraine Segato
Performer(s): The Parachute Club
It's a long dark day
When we realize and understand
That we've come so far
Destiny lies close to home
I will do what I can
To keep my spirit safe and strong
If I fall on the way
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we can't hold (oh no)
When there's anger
(outa) Outa control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
Time deals its hand
How can we live in tenderness?
When the world seems so cold
To those who choose to take a stand!
Ooo, if I refuse to walk the line (walk the line)
Or see my dreams through someone's eyes
(you know that) I'II take that chance
`Cause nothing ever stays the same
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
Ooo, What we can't hold
When there's anger
(outa) Outa control
Hate is fire, Ooo
Love is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot hold
When there's anger
(outa) Outa control yeh
Hate is fire
Love, love is stone
(you know that) Love is fire
(I need to know you'll see me through)
Hate is stone
(Doesn't matter what we choose to do)
We desire,
Ooo, What we can't hold
When there's anger
Runnin' out of control
Hate is fire
Love, now love is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot seem to hold
When there's anger
It's runnin', runnin' out of control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
Vrijdag 1 januari 1971
Mirta, De Regreso
Mirta, De Regreso
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De regreso, Mirta
ya sabes tres años a la sombra
no quiero saber si me fuiste fiel
yo se que una mujer valiente se inclina igual
para el lado de la sed
Servime algo, Mirta
parece mentira el verte como antes
pero para el que vuelve del infierno
ya no hay mas fantasias,
solo quiere un tiempo blando
pero esto Mirta nunca lo sabrás
No es necesario que estés alegre
ni que prendas la luz
entré despacio sin que me vea nadie
la noche se abre como un abrigo, Mirta
y es un sábado más, como dice el tango
Mirta contame cómo andas
Hacé de cuenta que estuve navegando
es casi lo mismo solo cambia el paisaje
abajo el mar, que nuca se ve
arriba el cielo, el cielo raso
y tu foto en la pared
La moda ha cambiado un poco, Mirta
Ya no hay ni un pelo largo
todos parecen soldados
me siento parado en un cementerio
me recibió el frio y un nuevo gobierno
Mirta no recuerdo ni tu cuerpo
Y ahora me voy, Mirta
para vos soy un extraño conocido
si no estoy llorando, no ves cómo me la aguanto
debajo de la cama asoman sus zapatos
Mirta gracias por todo
Salgo a la verja, parece que ha llovido
en la estación retumba el "Estrella del Norte"
"Veni a verme cuando salgas" me dijo el Turco
"comes todos los días y no hay problemas de laburo"
Solo algunas noches
solo algunas noches
Salis a trabajar
Vrijdag 1 januari 1971
"B" Movie Box Car Blues
