Woensdag 28 mei 1975
Che C'è
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Woensdag 28 mei 1975
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Composer(s): Lewis F. Muir;
Maurice Abrahams; Grant Clarke
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
And the only friend to guide you is an Eve'ning star
The roughest toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep
Ev'ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep
Crooning soft and low
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday clothes
He beats it for the village where he always goes
And ev'ry girl in town is Joe's
'Cause he's a ragtime bear
When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor
No one but a lunatic would start a war
Wise men know his forty four
Makes men dance for fair
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Dinsdag 27 mei 1975
The Lord's Prayer
The Lord's Prayer
Composer(s): Albert Hay Malotte
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Our Father, which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done in earth
As it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors
(As we forgive those who trespass against us)
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever (and ever)
Amen
Dinsdag 27 mei 1975
Che Bella Gente
Che Bella Gente ((aka Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete) - 2002))
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Herbert Pagani
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
Sì avvocato, lei mi parla così della provincia perché non li conosce
Lei non sa mica come è fatta questa gente qua
Lo vede quello là, sì quello col testone
lui che a quest’ora qua non sa già più il suo nome
un nome rispettato, la casa sulla piazza
mai che abbia lavorato, arriva qui ogni sera
e inchioda il suo sedere davanti a un tavolino
e affoga nel barbera
Poi quando vien mattino te lo ritrovi dove?
Ma in chiesa sissignore, dritto come una scopa
con l’occhio d’affogato va far la comunione
per smaltire il vino
Mi creda avvocato che quel verme lì non pensa mica sa? No!
Prega!
E poi c’è il fratellino, un "temperapennini"
ragioniere al catasto, incassa bustarelle
distribuisce inchini, peggio d’un dente guasto
pensi che s’è sposato con una mezza gobba
solo perché ha la dote, ma non gli basta mai
Col suo bel cappellino, col suo bel cappottino
col suo bel "seicentino" fa pure lo strozzino!
Non manca una funzione, deve tenere d’occhio
sessanta debitori che lui tiene in ginocchio
Mi creda avvocato che quel fetente là non prega mica sa?
Frega!
E poi ci sono gli altri, la madre sempre muta
che macina golfini e il padre possidente
che è morto scivolando sul pavimento a cera
Da una cornice nera come da una finestra
osserva tutto il gregge che mangia la minestra
e senti fare ‘Chhiu-Chhiu’, e senti fare ‘Chhiu-Chhiu’
E poi c’è la bisnonna che trema ma non muore
le contano le ore e invocano il momento
di chiudere la bara e aprire il testamento
Mi creda avvocato ai funerali di quella gente lì mica si canta sa?
No, ah, ah, no!
Si conta!
E poi, e poi, e poi
c’è Margherita che è bella come il sole
e lei non ha idea del bene che mi vuole
se ne ama addirittura una casa nostra
è piena di finestre e quasi niente mura
e dentro solo noi a ridere di gioia
la cosa è già sicura, solo che c’è una noia
la sua famiglia è contro,la sua famiglia è contro
Ce l’hanno su con me, mi danno del pezzente
mi danno del barbone, e già per quella gente
è meglio un delinquente ma con la posizione
e anche se la figlia sembra differente
è nata ed è cresciuta in quel ambiente
Da un mese a questa parte la tengono al guinzaglio
e quando ci incontriamo gli occhi di lei mi fissano
e sembra che mi dica che un giorno fuggirà
che mi raggiungerà e allora in quel momento
allora io le credo avvocato ma solo in quel momento
perché da quelle case là nessuno scappa mai!
Ha capito avvocato? Da lì non si va via!
Oh come è tardi! Mi scusi, io torno a casa mia…
Dinsdag 27 mei 1975
Rags To Riches
Rags To Riches
Composer(s): Richard Adler; Jerry Ross
Performer(s): Tony Bennett;
and various other artists
I know I'd go from rags to riches
If you would only say you care
And though my pocket may be empty
I'd be a millionaire
My clothes may still be torn and tattered
But in my heart I'd be a king
Your love is all that ever mattered
It's everything
So open your arms and you'll open the door
To ev'ry treasure that I'm hopin' for
Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine ever more
Must I forever be a beggar
Whose golden dreams will not come true?
Or will I go from rags to riches?
My fate is up to you
Must I forever be a beggar
Whose golden dreams will not come true?
Or will I go from rags to riches?
My fate is up to you
Maandag 26 mei 1975
The Lord Knows I'm Drinking
The Lord Knows I'm Drinking
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
First release by: Cal Smith - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standing here visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian
In a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballin' this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business, but, yes, she's with me
And we don't need no sermon, you self righteous woman
Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self righteous biddy
I don't need your preaching and I don't need your pity
So, go back to whatever you hypocrites do
And when I talk to heaven, be nice
And I'll put in a good word for you
Yes, the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Yes, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Maandag 26 mei 1975
Chauffard
Chauffard
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent
Et ta vie qui s'accroche à son fil
Tu es dans la zone rouge du compteur
Mais tu ne t'occupes plus des couleurs
Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent
Y a les troncs des arbres qui t'attendent
Même dans les passages difficiles
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent
Y a le vent qui siffle sous les tôles
Et le cri des pneus quand tu décolles
Et derrière toi la nuit qui retombe
Sur le sillage étroit de ta bombe
Est-ce que c'est ton cœur qui fait hurler la machine
Ou bien le moteur qui bat dans ta poitrine
Et qui propulse ton projectile
Entre les bandes blanches qui défilent
Chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu pousses la musique jusqu'au plus fort
Pour pas sentir les doigt de la mort
Et ni les chiens qui aboient dans leur sommeil
Ni les hommes de loi que tu réveilles
Tu vois quelques tâches claires sur le dos des camions
Quelques mots de travers sur des panneaux bidons
Et ton sang fait monter les aiguilles
Jusqu'au rouge des feux que tu grilles
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu dis que tu connais ton nom par cœur
Et que tu préfères le son de ton moteur
Que si jamais personne ne t'arrête
T'iras te crasher sur le fond de la planète
Et que tu vibres quand les virages s'avancent
Et que la vitesse te laisse ta chance
Et que t'es jamais aussi tranquille
Que quand les bandes blanches défilent
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, Chauffard
Chauffard, chauffard, chauffard
Maandag 26 mei 1975
Raggio Di Luna (Antonello Venditti)
Raggio Di Luna
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Raggio di luna nel mio cuore
nella mia vita ci sei tu
sei come l'acqua come il sole che verr…
raggio di luna nascer…
E E Eh...
Il nostro amore
non sar… mai solo
guerre non vedr
arde come l'oro
per l'eternit...
O O O O O O O O O Oh
O O O O O O O O O Oh
Sorge la luna la montagna
e dalla spiaggia la vedrai
brillano fuochi sulla sabbia intorno a noi
come un vulcano ballerai
E E Eh...
La nostra vita è un lampo
prendimi se vuoi
nudi e senza scampo
balla insieme a noi
Insieme a noi
L'amore è un attimo fuggente
guardami e non fermarti mai
è un fiume chiaro
fiume chiaro e trasparente come te
raggio di luna nascerai
E E Eh...
La nostra vita è un lampo
prendimi se vuoi
nudi e senza scampo
balla insieme a noi
E E Eh
E E Eh
Zondag 25 mei 1975
The Longest Time
The Longest Time
Composer(s): Billy Joel
First release by: Billy Joel - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else could I do
I'm so inspired by you
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest
I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long
But you feel so right
And I could be wrong
Maybe I've been hoping too hard
But I've gone this far
And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start
I said to myself
Hold on to your heart
Now I know the woman that you are
You're wonderful so far
And it's more than I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time
Zondag 25 mei 1975
Chatterton
Chatterton
((English Version: Chatterton (Mick Harvey) - 1995))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Chatterton suicidé
Hannibal suicidé
Démosthène suicidé
Nietzsche fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien
Chatterton suicidé
Cléopatre suicidé
Isocrate suicidé
Goya fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien
Chatterton suicidé
Marc-Antoine suicidé
Van Gogh suicidé
Schumann fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien
Zondag 25 mei 1975
Ragged Old Flag
Ragged Old Flag
Composer(s): John R. Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash - 1974;
and various other artists
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"
He said, "Have a seat," and I sat down
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when
Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing Say Can You See
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seems
"And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She was sent where she was by her Uncle Sam
"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
"And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
"So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag"
Zaterdag 24 mei 1975
The Long Way Around
The Long Way Around
Composer(s): Ken Edwards
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt
It's a cinch that I've been wrong
And it's clear it's not been long
Since I was hard on you
But now a time has come
When yesterday don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around
Take a look how young we are
A month has changed the moon and the stars
Changing the things we do
You've been lookin' for something strong
When other things don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around
Well I can't see beyond the doubt that's in your eye
It's on the outskirts of my fading alibi
It's a cinch that I've been wrong
And it's clear it's not been long
Since I was hard on you
But now a time has come
When yesterday don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around
Zaterdag 24 mei 1975
Chatterbox
Chatterbox
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders
First release by: New York Dolls - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
call you up
don't give me no line
I'm comin' in your home
on the telephone
all dressed up
I got nowhere to go
seems like a fun night
on the telephone
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
I said chatterbox
Zaterdag 24 mei 1975
Rage In The Cage
Rage In The Cage
Composer(s): Peter Wolf; Seth Justman
Performer(s): The J. Geils Band
Shopping Center crazy
I need some fast relief
The boss says, "Boy, you're lazy"
But I'm just bored beyond belief
Laid off since last summer
Man, this really takes the cake
This town is like a prison
And I just got to make my break
They say "Be cautious, little mister"
They shove it down your throat
I'm 'bout to choke - choke
I'm nauseous - my transistor's 'bout the
only antidote to keep my temperature
from runnin' wild
Let me hear that radio!
Chorus
There's a rage in the cage
There's a rage in the cage
Sweet Diana to the rescue
Hot potato to my aid
She's the girl with the swirl
Like air-conditioned lemonade
But the lady's on the hot-plate
Daddy's threatened to disown
Handcuffed tight in a chain of events
I guess I'm out here on my own
It don't take a PhD
To know I'm goin' nowhere fast
I've got to move - I'm on the move
It don't take much to see
This town is livin' in the past
They all just seem to wanna tie me down
Let me hear that radio!
Chorus
I wanna rock it
I've got to rock it
I've gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here
This town is wearin' ear plugs
I'm of age and loose to juice
But they say Stop! Stop!
There's a fire in the furnace
Breakin' out and breakin' loose
You know I'm just about to lose my mind
They don't want me paralyzed
They just want me neutralized
Chorus
Vrijdag 23 mei 1975
The Long Way
The Long Way
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
She was lost
And I thought I was found
Even so I tried
To bring her in...
She was young
And I had just begun
To learn that even
Losing men can win
We went the long way
We went the long way
We went the long way...
Or maybe just the wrong way
I'll never know
Overnight
We were shown the light
Neither of us knew
To look away...
So we burned
And far too late we learned
That lifetimes can't be lived out
In a day
We went the long way
We went the long way
We went the long way...
Or maybe just the wrong way
I'll never know
So, goodbye
At least me made the try
Something can be said for
love that's pure
If and when
We ever try again
One thing will be known to us
For sure...
We'll go the long way
We'll go the long way
We'll go the long way...
Or maybe just the wrong way
I'll never know
Vrijdag 23 mei 1975
Chattanoogie Shoe-Shine Boy
Chattanoogie Shoe-Shine Boy
Composer(s): Jack Stapp - Harry Stone
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists
Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand?
Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe
He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new
You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
The way he makes it pop
You ought to see him fan the air
With his hoppity-hippity-hippity-hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
The way he makes it pop
Just listen to him fan the air
Here he goes!
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
Vrijdag 23 mei 1975
Ragazzo Dell'Europa
Ragazzo Dell'Europa
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini
Tu che guardi verso di me
hai visto i tori nel sonno ed hai lasciato Madrid
stai nei miei occhi e racconti le sirene e gli inganni del tuo sogno che va
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu non perdi mai la strada
tu che prendi a calci la notte
bevi fiumi di vodka e poi ti infili i miei jeans
tu cominci sempre qualcosa e mi lasci sospesa e non parli di te
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu col cuore fuori strada
tu che fai l'amore selvaggio
trovi sempre un passagio per andare più in là
viaggi con quell'aria precaria
sembri quasi un poeta dentro ai tuoi bouleavard
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
porti in giro la fortunatu che incontri tutti per caso
non ritorni a Varsavia per non fare il soldato
ora vivi in mezzo a una sfida per le vie di Colonia
e non sai dove andrai
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu non pianti mai bandiera
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu non pianti mai bandiera
tu ragazzo dell'Europa
tu non pianti mai bandiera
Donderdag 22 mei 1975
The Long Run
The Long Run
Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Don Henley
First release by: Eagles - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot
I used to stay out till the break of day
oh that didnt git it, it was high time I quit it
I just couldnt carry on that way
oh, I did some damage, I know its true
didn't know I was so lonely till I found you
who can go the distance?
we'll find out in the long run, in the long run
we can handle some resistance
if our love is a strong one. is a strong one
people talkin about us, they got nothing else to do
when it all comes down we will still come through
in the long run
ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
you know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better
do the crazy things that you do
when all the debutantes back in Houston baby
couldn't hold a candle to you
did you do it for love, did you do it for money
did you do it for spite, did you think you had to honey?
who is gonna make it?
well find out in the long run, in the long run
I know we can take it
if our love is a strong one, is a strong one
well were scared but we ain't shakin
kinda bent but we ain't breakin
in the long run
ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
Donderdag 22 mei 1975
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Warren
First performance: Glenn Miller - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Pardon me boy
is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo
Track 29 boy you can give me a shine
I can afford
to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
Well you leave the Pennsylvania station
'bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore
Dinner at the diner
Nothing could be finer
Then you have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowing
eight to the bar
Then you know that Tenneesse is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rolling
Whoo,Whoo, Chattanooga there you are
There's gonna be
A certain party at the station
Satin and lace
I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry Until
I tell her that I'll never roam
So, Chattanooga Choo Choo
Won't you Choo Choo me home!
Donderdag 22 mei 1975
Ragamuffin Man
