Vrijdag 24 augustus 1973
Doris Day
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Doris Day
Composer(s): Henny Vrienten
Performer(s): Doe Maar
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Vrijdag 24 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Qu'Il Se Figure
Faut Pas Qu'Il Se Figure
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que je vais me jeter dans ses bras
Sitôt qu'il va venir vers moi
Et lui crier: "Je suis à toi"
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que je vais rester médusée
Sitôt qu'il va me regarder
Pour essayer de m'impressionner
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que moi je n'attendais que lui
Pour lui avouer tout épanouie
"Tu est mon ciel, tu es ma vie..."
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Qu'il fera toujours ce qu'il voudra
Qu'il a gagné quand il est là
Et qu' j' suis perdue s'il n'est pas là...
...Mais qu'est-ce qu'il fait, il est en retard!
V'là l'ascenceur... premier... deuxième... troisième... quatrième...
Et s'il v'nait pas?...
Non! Ça j' crois pas!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il fait? Trois heures et quart!...
Ah! L'ascenceur... premier... deuxième... troisième...
Ça y est...On va sonner...
On a sonné... Il a sonné... Tu as sonné...
Enfin! Je savais bien...
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que soudain, depuis qu'il est là
Je sens que je lutte contre moi
Pour pas me jeter entre ses bras
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que j' fais semblant de plaisanter
Et que je n'ose pas le regarder
Parce que mon cœur va éclater
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que j' suis heureuse à en mourir
Et que je sais plus d'vant son sourire
Si j' dois pleurer ou si j' dois rire
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que je ferai toujours ce qu'il voudra
Que j' suis perdue s'il n'est pas là
Faut pas... Faut pas... Faut pas...
Oh! Mon amour!
...Si tu savais...
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Hell
The Bells Of Hell
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Oh grave, thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
Canadian Capers (Cuttin' Capers)
Canadian Capers (Cuttin' Capers)
Composer(s): Guy Chandler - Bert White - Henry Cohen
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
I heard you call for an all-star band
It's something new for the music stand
It's on the way, but before we start
A-cuttin' capers around your heart
You're gonna cheer when you hear this band
There's never been a better crew
And when you hear the drummer
Lawdy, how the joint'll hum
A-cuttin' capers just for you
You'll never pick about or pick a quarr'l
With Mister Krupa or with Frankie Carle
You'll never dig a list of bigger names
A-cuttin' capers with Harry James.
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorsey's in it, too
Alvino Rey will star
A walkin' talkin' steel guitar
A-cuttin' capers just for you
Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it's Papa Benny Goodman
And he's showin' ya quick
How the proper lic'rish stickin's done
(Too-root-dah-roo-ta-doo-doo)
Listen to that fiddle player slap, slap, slap
Boy, he plays it, he really lays it, in your lap, lap, lap
Say, I'll bet before they're through
You'll be cu-u-u-u-u-u-tin' capers, too
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-roo-doo)
(Do-rah-do)
Cuttin' capers 'cause I'm out with you
Nothin' else that I'm about to do
My heart begins to flutter like a dove
I even stutter (Guess it's love)
I'm cuttin' capers so you'll notice me
When we're together, can't you see
I'm only blowin' off
A-talkin' big, a-showin' off
A-cuttin capers 'cause it's true
Dee-dah-dee-dah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Baby, I'm in love (Baby I'm in love)
Baby, I'm in love with (Baby, I'm in love with)
Baby, I'm in love with you!
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Faire De La Peine À John
Faut Pas Faire De La Peine À John
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Sarcelles a ses marlous, Bercy a ses clochards
Saint-Germain-des-Prés a Big John Le Tatoué
Qui touche sa bille au billard
Il est grand et con comme la Tour Montparnasse
Et un peu plus costaud qu'un percheron
Et dans tous les bars les loubards quand il passe
Laissent la place et l'appellent patron
Precaution, et ils disent:
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John
Un jour du fond de sa brousse
Vint un cul-terreux
Qui nous dit je cherche un nommé John
Je suis un as du billard
Mon nom est Jacques Izambar
Mais pour les intimes c'est Tom
Ouais, je cherche un genre de mac
Qui roule sa caisse en Cadillac
Qui ......... à cent sacs
Qui m'a piqué mon flouze
Et j'arrive de Toulouse
Pour lui faire passer le goût de l'arnaque
Et tout le monde lui dit:
Jacques, fais pas le braque
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John
Un silence de mort
Dans la salle de billard
Lorsque John a tombé le gilet
Mais après la bagarre
La seule partie du malabar
Qu'a pas saigné
C'était sa plante des pieds
Deux cent cinquante et quelque estafilades
Et deux trois balles par ci par là
Et je vous prie de croire
Qu'on a changé de sérénade
En voyant John les bras en croix
On chantait tous
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom
Ce qui est pour vous apprendre
Qu'il ne faut jamais arnaquer
Des gens que vous ne connaissez pas
Meme si vous roulez en Cadillac fraise écrasée
Avec des chaussures assorties
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Gethsemani
The Bells Of Gethsemani
Composer(s): Joan Baez - Thomas Merton
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers on your tomb
And if I cannot eat my bread
My fasts shall live like willows where you died
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler
Come, in your labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head
Brother, take my life and bread
And buy yourself a better bed
Take my breath and take my death
Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
When all the men of war are killed
And flags have fallen into dust
Your cross and mine will tell men still
He died on each for both of us
That we might become the brothers of God
And learn to know the Christ of burnt men
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain
He weeps in the ruins of my spring
The money of whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand
And buy you back to your own land
The silence of whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb
Hear them and come, they call you home
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Yes, if they had been there
They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair
And stayed for a while in that place of despair
Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there
And he's ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
Can't We Talk It Over?
Can’t We Talk It Over?
Composer(s): Ned Washington - Victor Young
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
We were so in love the day love started
Who would think that we would soon be parted
I just can’t believe it’s true
I make this appeal to you
Can’t we talk it over,
Let’s talk it over
Before you tell me you’re through
Can’t we sit together
And figure whether
This is the right thing to do
I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known
Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear
I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known
Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
(Adapted from: Singing the Blues - 1956
Composer(s): Melvin Endsley; Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1980
Titles In Other Languages:
1957 - Et Smil Og En Sang
1980 - Ik Zing De Blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Mon banquier m'a dit
Que mon unique ami
Est mort aujourd'hui
Adieu mon pauvre crédit
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Planté devant ma télé
J'vois le Tiers-Monde s'écrouler
Dans mon salons, sur ma p'louse
Et faudrait pas avoir le blues
Manquerait plus que tu partes
Pour que la boucle soit bouclée
Un impôt sur l'Amour
Ils vont sûrement y penser
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Je le jure depuis que j'suis né
C'est les mêmes tronches politisées
Qui m'disent "laisse faire j'm'occupe de tout"
Et faudrait
Qu'en plus j'aime le blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Christmas (Julie Andrews & André Previn)
The Bells Of Christmas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Julie Andrews & André Previn
The bells of Christmas are ringing
For Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'
They ring, how they ring
This glorious Christmas morn'
They sing, how they sing
For Jesus the Saviour is born
The bells of Christmas are ringing
Good Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'
They sing, how they sing
To tell us that Christ was born
They ring, long may they ring
The bells of Christmas morn'
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Barbelle
When the circus came to town
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown bought himself a ticket to the show
Passed by all the acrobats
all the clowns in funny hats went to see the animals below
saw a "tamer" put his head into a lion's mouth
waited till the "tamer man" was through
shook his hand and said "at taming wild one's you're a bird
but just one thing I'd like to ask of you"
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown gave the crowd the up and down
saw a woman edging t'ward the cage
there she is he yelled in fright, there she is
she's wild all right, wilder than a tiger in a rage
Mister "Tamer" man he whispered in a trembling voice
tell me did you ever have a wife
you can tame the wildest beast I know
but listen please, there's only one thing now can save my life
Can you tame wild wimmen?
Can you tame wild wimmen?
You made a tiger stand and eat out of your hand
you made the hippo do the flippo, honest it was grand
but can you tame wild wimmen
so they'll always lead a sweet and simple life?
with a wild ferocious glance that pierced him like a lance
you made the grizzly bear get up and do the "Hula dance"
but can you tame wild wimmen?
if you can please, tame my wife
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
Faut Faire Avec ...
Faut Faire Avec ...
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Dans le grand silence
La vie commence
Par une larme
Chaque enfant qui naît
C'est un prophète
Faut faire avec...
Il devient debout
L'avenir est lourd
Dans son cartable
Les années d'acné
Les soirs de fête
Faut faire avec...
Et la vie avance
Irresistible, impitoyable
Sans le moindre plan
Le moindre break
Faut faire avec...
Passent, les rêves qui cassent
Qui laissent des traces
Innéfaçables
Ça coûte cher
Les faux pokers
Les vrais échecs
Faut faire avec...
Pour tromper sa peur
On met son cœur derrière un masque
On carnavale son idéal
On se gadget'
Faut faire avec...
Quand la vie prend l'eau
Nos vieux mat'lots
Nous laissent en rade
Quand ils nous plaquent
Pas de come back
Aucun remake
Faut faire avec...
On peut pourtant
Défier le temps
En regardant
La mort en face
Puis sans un cri
Payer le prix des cigarettes
Faut faire avec...
Fou le monde est fou
Et Dieu s'en fout
Vieillard trop sage
Toi mon amour
Ton ventre est lourd
D'un nouveau siècle
Faut faire avec...
Faut faire avec...
Maandag 20 augustus 1973
The Bells At My Wedding
The Bells At My Wedding
Performer(s): Paul Anka
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
The bells at my wedding will ring with joy
Sending their love to each girl and boy
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
Oh oh the bells, they'll ring a sweet song
Just for my bride
Showing my love and the ties that bind
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
The church steeple will gather no dust
Or let our hearts grow cold
Oh the church steeple, it will gather no dust
Even when lovers are old
I wanna get married
The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I wanna hear that ringing
Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I'd like to hear them ringing
Oh oh the bells...
Maandag 20 augustus 1973
Can You Stop The Rain
Can You Stop The Rain
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff - John Bettis
Performer(s): Peabo Bryson
and multiple other artists
Ooh...ooh...ooh...
Girl
Here's another morning without you
Here's another day, will I get through
Without breaking down
Haven't seen the sun since you've been gone
Like my heart I lost it when you left me
And it can't be found
How can I go on
Baby, I've been living on memories
Of you and me
All the love we made
All those tender nights
And those endless days, they're all here inside
Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh
Everywhere I go I hear you there
Following my footsteps like a shadow
Of my broken heart
Sometimes it's a pair of passing eyes
Or it's just the way someone is talking
And there you are
Am I all alone
Don't ever wake up and reach for me
Where I used to be (Used to be)
Is there any chance
I just can't believe you're not lonely too
Just for me and you
Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh
If you are here for only one night
Baby, I know you remember
`Cause loving you once wasn't time enough
I know we can make it together, together
Baby, stop the rain
Won't you chase the clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears of mine from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you, can you stop the rain
Can you stop the rain, yeah
Oh...oh...oh...
How can I live without you, baby
I've gotta let you go, yeah
Chase my clouds away
Maandag 20 augustus 1973
Fauché
Fauché
English & Italian Titles: Busted; Sono Un Fallito
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Eddy Mitchell; Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Mon cœur est triste
Ma vie est vide
Je suis fauché
Tous mes tourments
Proviennent de l'argent
Je suis fauché
J'ai peur de rencontrer plusieurs de mes amis
Aussi je dors le jour ne sortant que la nuit
De peur qu'ils apprennent
Que je suis fini
Je suis fauché
Je vais voir mon frère
Voir ce qu'il peut faire
Pour m'aider
Mais je souris
Car lui aussi
Il est fauché
Oh rien ne va plus
Au jeu j'ai tout perdu
Mais malheureux au jeu
Non pas d'amour heureux
Je voudrais pleurer
Je voudrais crier
Je suis fauché
J'aimerai te voir
Toi mon seul espoir
Pour oublier
Mais je t’envie
Car tu as compris
Je suis fauché
Oh tout est terminé
Le présent, le passé
C'est bien décidé
On m'a laissé tomber
Je prends à témoin
Le ciel si lointain
Pour oublier
Je suis fauché
À sec
Oh fauché
Rien
Zondag 19 augustus 1973
The Bells
The Bells
Composer(s): Rose Marks - Billy Ward
First recording/First release by: The Dominoes - 1952
There are four black horses
With eyes of flaming red
Their rovers are tied with ribbing
All around my baby's head
The bells are ringing
And their sail is going to sea
Yes I know why they're ringing
They ring on for me
Oh yea
I wish I could see my baby
This can't happen to me
No,...
Baby please forgive me
I know I've caused you pain
I'll place your tears with diamonds
Just to see your face again
(Repeat)
Ashes into ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes into ashes
Zondag 19 augustus 1973
Can You See Me
Can You See Me
Composer(s): Jimi Hendricks
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Can you see me?
Begging you on my knees
Wo yeah
Can you see me baby
Baby please don’t leave
Yeah if you can see me doing that
You can see in the future of a thousand years
Can you hear me?
Cryin’ all over town
Yeah babe
Can you hear me baby?
Crying cause you put me down
What’s with ya
If you can hear me doing that
You can hear a frait train coming grom a thousand miles
Ah yeah
Can you hear me?
Singing this song to you
Ah you better hold up your ears
Can you see me baby?
Singing theis song to you
Ah shucks
If you can hear me sing
You better come home like you supposed to do
Can you see me?
Hey hey
I don’t believe you can see me
Wo yeah
Can you hear me baby?
I don’t believe you can
You can’t see me
Zondag 19 augustus 1973
Fatty Patty
Fatty Patty
Composer(s): Lee Pickett
Performer(s): Lee Pickett & The Screamers
Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Wow!
Oh, Fatty Patty, well, I love you
Oh, baby, you know that it's true
Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!
Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're my dream come true
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!
Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!
Oh, Fatty Patty, I love you
Oh, baby whale, you know that it's true
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!
Zaterdag 18 augustus 1973
The Beer That I Left On The Bar
The Beer That I Left On The Bar
Performer(s): Elliot Lawrence & his Orch.
Here's to the beer that I left on the bar
While they were dimming the lights
Here's to the beer and the friends I hold dear
And the songs of good cheer that we sang every night
Here's to the girls that we used to romance
Bless them wherever they are
Here's to the love that I keep dreaming of
In my heart she still shines like a star
And here's to my dreams though some how it seems
They never will get very far
And here is to me, yes I always will be
Like The Beer That I Left On The Bar
And here's to the grads the same bonny lads
Who gather each year from afar
And here is to you, here's to you, you and you
And The Beer That We Left On The Bar
Zaterdag 18 augustus 1973
Can You Read My Mind
Can You Read My Mind
Composer(s): John Williams - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Margot Kidder
and multiple other artists
Can you read my mind
Do you know what it is you do to me
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star
Here I am like a kid at a school
Holding hands with a god, I'm a fool
Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me
Can you read my mind
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are
You can fly, you belong to the sky
You and I could belong to each other
If you need a friend,
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind
Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me
If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind
Read my mind
Zaterdag 18 augustus 1973
Lost My Driving Wheel
