Maandag 17 april 1972
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Maandag 17 april 1972
Going Home
Going Home
Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Al Young
Performer(s): Fats Domino
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
When you're around me
I'm full of misery all day
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
You don't want my loving
So I'm going away to stay
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
I'm better off without you
So won't you leave poor me alone?
Zondag 16 april 1972
Tarde Em Itapuã
Tarde Em Itapuã
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho
O dia pra vadiar
Um mar que não tem tamanho
E um arco-iris no ar
Depois na praça Caymmi
Sentir preguiça no corpo
E numa esteira de vime
Beber uma água de côco
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Enquanto o mar inaugura
Um verde novinho em folha
Argumentar com doçura
Com uma cachaça de rolha
E com olhar esquecido
No encontro de céu e mar
Bem de vagar ir sentindo
A terra toda a rodar
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Depois sentir o arrepio
Do vento que a noite traz
É o diz-que-diz-que maçio
Que brota dos coqueirais
E nos espaços serenos
Sem ontem nem amanhã
Dormir nos braços morenos
Da lua de Itapuã
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Zondag 16 april 1972
Musette
Musette
Composer(s): Leojac; Flouron
Performer(s): Fréhel
C'était une vraie fleur d'amour
Et quand un jour dans le faubourg
Ses jolis yeux bleus et son regard si beau
Rendaient les hommes amoureux fous
On la rencontrait le sam'di
Dans les musettes de Paris
Dès qu'elle entrait fallait voir tous les copains
Courir pour lui serrer la main
C'était un rayon de bonheur
Qu'elle apportait dans tous les coeurs
Musette, brunette
Jolie poupée d'amour
Quand on a valsé avec toi
On a le béguin malgré soi
Musette, coquette
On t'aimera toujours
C'est toi la reine des musettes
Musette
Mais un beau jour le p'tit Léo
Avec un peu d'accordéon
Dit à Musette: "j'ai l'gros béguin pour toi
Veux-tu te marier avec moi?"
Musette en riant dit: "t'es fou
moi me mettre la corde au cou?
Quitter les amis le Paris le Faubourg
Et mon quartier où j'ai vu l'jour
J'aime mieux rester parmi vous
Je ne veux pas faire de jaloux"
Musette, brunette
Jolie poupée d'amour
Quand on a valsé avec toi
On a le béguin malgré soi
Musette, coquette
On t'aimera toujours
C'est toi la reine des musettes
Musette
Zondag 16 april 1972
Going Hollywood
Going Hollywood
Composer(s): Nacio Herb Brown; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
Out where they say
"Let us be gay"
I'm going Hollywood
I'll ballyhoo
Greetings to you
I'm going Hollywood
Say, while you sleepyheads
Are in that hay
I'll be dancing
I'm gonna be dancing
With a sun-kissed baby
And I'm on my way
Here's my beret
I'm going Hollywood
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Tarde
Tarde
Composer(s): Canet
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas
heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia
error de haber querido ciegamente
matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias
Tarde me di cuenta que al final
se vive igual mintiendo
tarde comprendí que mi ilusión
se marchito queriendo
pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo
la amargura mas tenáz
Y ahora que no es hora para nada
tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo
por que dentro del alma tengo miedo
tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir
Todo lo que di todo lo perdi
siempre tuve el alma entera
de cualquier manera soportando afrendas
y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas
heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia
error de haber querido ciegamente
perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras
Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores
ya murió el amor porque el dolor
le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores
mi ilusión va a devolver
no ves que ya la pobre esta cansada
vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo
por que dentro del alma tengo miedo
tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir
Todo lo que di todo lo perdi
siempre tuve el alma entera
de cualquier manera
soportando afrendas
y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Muro
Muro
Composer(s): Carlos Varela
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Mojas el pan
En el plato vacío
Y apagas la televisión
Abres la ventana
Y miras afuera
La cuidad te espera
En algún lugar
Sales a la calle
Y llegas al muro
Donde acaban todos
Donde empieza el mar
Cuentas los pasos
Regresando a casa
Y prendes la televisión
Te quedas dormido
Y cuando empieza el himno
Te vas a la cama
Te vas a soñar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo
Estoy sintiendo que esta vez
Me están dejando solo
Almenos solo
Como la noche ...
Luna
Mojas tu cara
Como cualquier dia
Te vas sin afeitar
Te compras la prensa
Y notas que al muno
Le ha cambiado el rostro
Para bien o mal
Y siguess caminando
Y te vas al muro
Donde acaban todos
Donde empieza el mar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo
Estoy sintiendo que esta vez
Me están dejando solo
Almenos solo
Como la noche ...
Mojas el pan
En el plato vacío
Y apagas la televisión
Sales a la calle
Y te vas al muro
Donde siempre hay alguien
Donde empieza el mar...
Zaterdag 15 april 1972
Going For The One
Going For The One
Composer(s): Jon Anderson
Performer(s): Yes;
Adam Wakeman; Rick Wakeman
Get the idea cross around the track
underneath the flank of
thoroughbred racing chasers
Getting the feel as a river flows
Would youlike to go 'n shoot the mountain masses?
And here you stand no taller than the grass sees
And should you really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water
racing with you crashing thru the rudder
Once at the start you can gamble
that you really surely really mean to finish
After seeing all your sense of fear diminish
As you treat danger a pure collection
As you throw away misconceptions
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for a
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high.
Roundabout, sounding out, love you so
love you so
love you so
Now the verses I've sang
don't add much weight to the story in my head
so I'm thinking I should go and write a punch line
But they're so hard to find
in my cosmic mind
so I think I'll take a look out of the window
When I think about you
I don't feel low
N'should I really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for to
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touchtime
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
Moments decide
Moments delight
Moments in flight
Talk about sending love
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Taraunta Tata
Taraunta Tata
Performer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Tu hai i soldi e io la mania
di contraddirti e fare di testa mia
così tutt'al più rischierò
di perdere quello che non ho
Tu sai tutto sulla realtà del mercato
e qui io ammetto di essere negato
ma a inventare quel che non c'è
io forse sono più bravo di te
E se invento una canzone che va
nei supermarket di ogni città
tra surgelati e casse di banane
anche i tuoi conti potranno tornare...
E se invento una melodia
che ti entra in casa e non se va via
nonostante io non conti un granché
tu non puoi fare a meno di me
Tu hai i soldi e io la fortuna
di trovar fiori nella spazzatura
perché a trovare quel che non c'è
io forse sono più bravo di te
Tu hai i soldi e io la mania
i contraddirti e fare di testa mia
così tutt'al più rischierò
di perdere quello che non ho
E gia ho in mente una canzone che fa
tarataraunta-taraunta-ta-ta
e tu fai in modo che un motivo banale
metta le ali e cominci a volare
E se io volo tu guadagni
tu fai diagrammi ed io... sogni
tu sei deciso ed io incoerente
tu hai da perdere ed io... niente
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Murder
Murder
Composer(s): David Gilmour
Performer(s): David Gilmour
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line
As if there was something that they thought they might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another man's life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in me
It's something from which it's so hard to be free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Vrijdag 14 april 1972
Going Down Slow
Going Down Slow
Composer(s): James Burke Oden
Performer(s): St. Louis Jimmy;
and various other artists
(speaks)
Man, you know I've enjoyed things that kings and queens will never have
In fact, things kings and queens can't never get
And they don't even know about it
And good times? mmm....
(sings)
I have had my fun
if I never get well no more
I have had my fun
if I never get well no more
Whoa, my health is fadin'
Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow
(speaking)
Now looky here
I did not say I was a millionare
But I said I have spent more money than a millionare
Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent
I'd woulda been a millionare a long time ago
And women? Well, great googly moogly
(sings)
Please write my mama
Tell her the shape I'm in
Please write my mama
Tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her pray for me
Forgive me for my sins
Donderdag 13 april 1972
Tarara Boom De Ay
Tarara Boom De Ay
Composer(s): Henry J. Sayers
Performer(s): Lottie Collins
A smart and stylish girl you see
Belle of good society
Not too strict, but rather free
Yet as right as right can be!
Never forward, never bold
Not too hot and not too cold
But the very thing, I'm told
That in your arms you'd like to hold!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
I'm not extravagantly shy
And when a nice young man is nigh
For his heart I have a try
And faint away with tearful cry!
When the good young man, in haste
Will support me round the waist
I don't come to, while thus embraced
Till of my lips he steals a taste!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
I'm a timid flow'r of innocence
Pa says that I have no sense
I'm one eternal big expense
But men say that I'm just immense!
Ere my verses I conclude
I'd like it known and understood
Tho' free as air, I'm never rude
I'm not too bad and not too good!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
You should see me out with Pa
Prim, and most particular
The young men say "Ah, there you are!"
And Pa says "That's peculiar!"
"It's like their cheek!" I say, and so
Off again with Pa I go
He's quite satisfied--although
When his back's turned--well, you know
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
When with swells I'm out to dine
All my hunger I resign
Taste the food, and sip the wine
No such daintiness as mine!
But when I am all alone
For shortcomings I atone!
No old frumps to stare like stone
Chops and chicken on my own!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown
"Soon, you'll have to settle down
Have to wear your wedding gown
Be the strictest wife in town!"
Well, it must come by-and-by
When wed, to keep quiet I'll try
But till then I shall not sigh
I shall still go in for my
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Donderdag 13 april 1972
Murcia
Murcia
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Plácido Domingo; Alejandro Algara;
Nestor Mesta Chayres; Javier Solís
Murcia es un rosal, es un cantar
rinconcito del que Dios no se olvidó
Y que tiene luz, y tiene sol
tiene espinitas de quejumbre para cada flor
Murcia es la rosa de España ay, ay, ay
Murcia es la rosa de grana, ay, ay, ay
Son las mujeres de Murcia floración
de rosas en botón que clavan sus espinas
porque tiene tu suelo más rosas que un mantón
es un puñado de flores bajo el sol
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura
deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura
deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Donderdag 13 april 1972
Going Down
Going Down
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): Lou Reed
When you're in a dream
and you think you've got your problems all nailed down
Pieces of the scheme
Seem to rattle up and to rattle down
And when you start to fall
And those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down
Yeah, you're falling all around
And you know you're going down
for the last time
When you're in the air
And you're thinking you'll drift off into the rest
Your friends politely advise
Hey look you're pushing too hard
And perhaps you need a rest
And when you start to fall
And all those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down
Yeah, you're crashing upside down
And you know you're going down
for the last time
Time's not what it seems
it just seems longer, when you're lonely in this world
Everything it seems
would be brighter if your nights were spent with some girl
Yeah, you're falling all around
Yeah, you're crashing upside down
Oh, oh, and you know you're going down
for the last time
Woensdag 12 april 1972
Tarantula
Tarantula
Composer(s): Willy Chirino - Angie Chirino
Performer(s): Raphael
Como Revista De Farandula
Me Fue Atrapando La Tarantula
Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno
Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno
En Una Guerra Psicologica
Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
Con Su Mirada Tan Romantica
Me Ha Hipnotizado La Tarantula
Soy Preso De Sus Entrañas
Encadenado A Su Telaraña
Me Esta Matando La Tarantula
De Pasion, De Pasion
Vivo Encerrado En Su Prision
Se Ha Apoderado De Mi Corazon
Con Su Figura De Pelicula
Siempre Anda En Busca De Su Victima
Cuidado Si Te Descuidas
Es Dulce Y Rapida Su Mordida
Me Tiene Loco La Tarantula
Por Su Amor, Por Su Amor
Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno
Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno
En Una Guerra Psicologica
Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
Woensdag 12 april 1972
Mungo's Blues
Mungo's Blues
Performer(s): Mungo Jerry
I've got that dustpneumony
pneumony in my lung
I've got that dustpneumony
pneumony in my lung
And I'm gonna sing this dustpneumonia song
I went to the doctor
and the doctor said
my son
Yes
I went to the doctor and the doctor said
my son
You got that dustpneumony and you ain't got long
not long
Now there ought to be some yodelling in this song
There ought to be some yodelling in this song
but I can't yodel for the rattling in my lung
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues
She loves me 'cause she's got the dustpneumonia too
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
I can't find a woman in this black old texas dust
Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong
Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong
If you want to get in mama
just sing a california song
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
I throwed a bucket o'dirt in her face just to bring her back again
Woensdag 12 april 1972
Going Deaf For A Living
Going Deaf For A Living
Composer(s): John Watts
Performer(s): Fisher-Z
No one's going push me on much further
beyond where I want to go
My foolish error was to care too much
I've got to keep my head down
I've reached my limit and I'm way past, way past going back
So why don't you leave it out?
Going deaf for a living
Going deaf for a living
Going deaf for a living
Going deaf for a living
You don't know you're hurting me when all that I need is your help
You don't know how you make me cry or stop to ask the reason why
I'm much too proud to shave my heart around with the likes of you
when you stab me with your eyes
Much too proud to share my heart around with the likes of you
when you stab me with your eyes....
heart heart heart
My turned round
My turned round
My...
......going deaf for a living............going deaf for a living......
Dinsdag 11 april 1972
Taquicardia
Taquicardia
Performer(s): Fito Páez
No me digas nada
tengo taquicardia
antes de apagarme
tengo que explotar
Ya sabes te amo
pero estoy guardando
una dinamita
en mi corazón
Necesito declararme
en corto circuito
me pase la vida viendo
y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo
na na na na na ea
me pase la vida viendo
y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo
No me digas nada
tengo taquicardia
antes de apagarme
tengo que explotar
Dinsdag 11 april 1972
Muñequitos De Papel
Muñequitos De Papel
Composer(s): Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel
Quien les puso el cascabel vino a ver, bailen bien
Testaferros del poder, sin querer
Cancerberos del querer sin poder
Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
En la fiesta de Babel nada es fiel, nadie es fiel
Quién se lleva este pastel y el mantel, y el mantel?
Qué ha quedado del país? Este gris
El color de subsistir no es vivir
Muñequitos de papel y oropel, y oropel
En un tren fuera de riel, barco sin timonel,
las promesas del ayer, leche y miel, leche y miel
Si la historia ha de atenuar su traición
cuántas vidas de pesar pesan hoy?
Muñequitos de papel sorda piel, sorda piel
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel
Cuando se largue a llover quién los va a guarecer?
Testaferros del poder, sin querer
Cancerberos del querer sin poder
Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
Dinsdag 11 april 1972
Going Back West
