Zondag 18 januari 1976
Clair
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Clair
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
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Zondag 18 januari 1976
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven ((aka Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Roll Over Beethoven (by Chuck Berry) - 1956))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1964
Avec tes cheveux longs
Tombant le long de ton cou
Tous les gens du grand monde
Te traitent de voyou
Repose Beethoven
On t'aime malgré tout
Tu composais sans cesse
Durant le jour et la nuit
Tu chantais à tue-tête
En buvant ton whisky
Repose Beethoven
Toi qui aimais la vie
Il y a longtemps maint'nant
Que tu es parti
Tu peux dormir tranquille
D'ici personne ne t'oublie
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit
Je t'ai connu un soir
Où le cafard était venu me voir
Dans le noir j'ai mis tous tes disques
Et depuis je chante le blues jour et nuit
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit
De tous temps
Les filles furent folles de toi
Maintenant c'est pire qu'avant
Elles ne parlent que de toi
Repose Beethoven
Presley est jaloux de toi
Ta musique est profonde
Ta musique a du cœur
Tu as conquis le monde
En apportant le bonheur
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
The Real McCoys
The Real McCoys
Composer(s): Harry Ruby
Want you to meet the family that’s known as The Real McCoys
From West Virginee they came to stay in sunny Californi-ay
That’s Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and the boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Livin’ like good folks should live, as happy as kids with toys
Ol Grand Pappy Amos is head of the clan, he roars like a lion, but he’s gentle as a lamb
His grandson Luke keeps beaming with joy, since he made miss Kate Missus Luke McCoy
What a house keeper Kate is, she’s doin’ what she enjoys
No gal can beat her when it comes to looks, the same can be said about the way she cooks
For Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Sharing each others sorrows, enjoyin’ each others joys
Like all other families they quarrel and fuss, but it ain’t never serious
With Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
Civilized Man
Civilized Man
Composer(s): Richard Feldman - Pat Robinson
Performer(s): Joe Cocker
You made me need you
Need you so bad
Fool to believe you
You made me so mad
oh yeah
Double cross me once
never cross me again
And now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we're history
You're lucky - I'm a civilized man
You're so lucky - I'm a civilized man
oh yeah
a civilized man
A poison arrow right from the start
Went down to zero
you went for my heart
oh yeah
Usin' hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you asked me to forget all you put me thru
When you know as well as I you got it comin' to you
Now you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Using hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we are history
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
Répondez-Moi! (Mireille Mathieu)
Répondez-Moi!
Composer(s): Joëlle Kopf; Michel Ansellem
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Ceux qu'on emprisonne quand ils font d'autres choix
et qu'on abandonne parce que chacun pour soi
Évidemment ça nous dérange,
mais le temps passe et rien ne change.
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Les mains qui se tendent, les regards silencieux
de ceux qui attendent qu'on les aime un peu mieux
Évidemment ça nous dérange
mais les trains passent et rien ne changent
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Toutes ces phrases en l'air
et la nuit qui retombe
Sue ceux qui espèrent que cesse la pluie des bombes
évidemment ça nous dérange
main le sang coule et rien ne change...
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Seriez-vous avec moi, avec moi au combat?
Répondez-moi!
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
The Reach
The Reach
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
It's Maine...
And it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining
It's father and son
It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out
From the land where their chow waits
All the days get so lonely and long
And seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill
There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
At the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen
For the lost and unchosen to row
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Danny Kaye & The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that
way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
Civilization, I'll stay right here!
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
Répondez-Moi (Francis Cabrel)
Répondez-Moi
((German Version: Antwortet Mir (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Chimène Badi
Je vis dans une maison sans balcon, sans toiture
Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture
Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature
C'est même pas une maison
J'ai laissé en passant quelques mots sur le mur
Du couloir qui descend au parking des voitures
Quelques mots pour les grands
Même pas des injures
Si quelqu'un les entend
Répondez-moi
Répondez-moi
Mon cœur a peur d'être emmuré entre vos tours de glace
Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent
Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles, de colliers de jonquilles
Pour accrocher aux épaules des filles
Mais le matin vous entraîne en courant vers vos habitudes
Et le soir, votre forêt d'antennes est branchée sur la solitude
Et que brille la lune pleine
Que souffle le vent du sud
Vous, vous n'entendez pas
Et moi, je vois passer vos chiens superbes aux yeux de glace
Portés sur des coussins que les maîtres embrassent
Pour s'effleurer la main, il faut des mots de passe
Pour s'effleurer la main
Répondez-moi
Répondez-moi
Mon cœur a peur de s'enliser dans aussi peu d'espace
Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent
Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles et de pluies de jonquilles
Pour s'abriter aux épaules des filles
Mais la dernière des fées cherche sa baguette magique
Mon ami, le ruisseau dort dans une bouteille en plastique
Les saisons se sont arrêtées aux pieds des arbres synthétiques
Il n'y a plus que moi
Et moi, je vis dans ma maison sans balcon, sans toiture
Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture
Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature
C'est même pas une maison
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
The Ray Charles-Ton
The Ray Charles-Ton
Performer(s): Chubby Checker
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Wah at the union hall
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
It's a brand new call
Come on come on baby
Gonna have a ball
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
And a do it right
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Oh puts you otta sight
Hey come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Come on get it my baby [Kate]
You've got what it takes
To do the Ray Charles-ton
Gonna do the Ray Charles-ton
And a do it right
Hey come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Come on baby [Kate]
Come on shake that shake
With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
Come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Whow
You're the cutest thing I ever saw
Your mommas gonna be my mother-in-law
Yeoh
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
At the union hall
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Yeoh
It's a brand new call
Come on come on baby
Gonna have a ball
Hey come on a baby [Kate]
Come on shake that shake
With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
Come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Let's go
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight ough Bop Bop
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
Ciudades En Coma
Ciudades En Coma
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
La ciudad está partida en dos
por las sirenas y los robocops
son como alarmas que gimen de placer
y los chicos salen de la discoteque
y yo te busco nena
yo te busco entre la multitud
pero no hay nadie que responda
ciudades en coma
ciudades en coma
La ciudad de pronto enmudeció
por el gas de nervios y la procesión
todos los puentes que me llevaban a casa
se incendiaron hoy, no podré volver
nos veremos nena, bajo otro cielo
bajo otro cielo encenderás mi fuego
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
Donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
ser sobrevivientes o robots cobardes
los hambrientos se han puesto en fila
saquean la oficina de Naciones Unidas
donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
y yo te busco nena
yo te busco entre la multitud
pero no hay nadie que responda
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
Reparador De Sueños
Reparador De Sueños
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Moncada
Siempre
llega el enanito
con sus herramientas
de aflojar los odios
y apretar amores
Siempre
llega el enanito
siempre oreja adentro
con afán risueño
de enmendar lo roto
Siempre
apartando piedras de aquí
basura de allá -haciendo labor-
siempre va esta personita feliz
trocando lo sucio en oro
Siempre
llega hasta el salón principal
donde está el motor que mueve la luz
y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
el reparador de sueños
Siempre
llega el enanito
hasta la persona, hasta todo el pueblo
hasta el universo
Siempre
llega el enanito
y desde esa hora se acaba el silencio
y aparece el trino
Siempre
apartando piedras de aquí
basura de allá -haciendo labor-
siempre va esta personita feliz
trocando lo sucio en oro
Siempre
llega hasta el salón principal
donde está el motor que mueve la luz
y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
el reparador de sueños
Woensdag 14 januari 1976
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez
En esta puta ciudad
Todo se incendia y se va
Matan a pobres corazones
En esta sucia ciudad
No hay que seguir ni parar
Ciudad de locos corazones
No quiero salir a fumar
No quiero salir a la calle con vos
No quiero empezar a pensar
quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día lexotanil
Buen día señora
Buen día doctor
Maldito sea tu amor
Tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor
¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí?
¿Qué es lo que quieres saber?
No me verás arrodillado
Dicen que ya no soy yo
Que estoy más loco que ayer
Y matan a pobres corazones
Woensdag 14 januari 1976
Renunciación
Renunciación
Composer(s): Antonio Valdez Herrera
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
No quiero verte llorar
no quiero ver que las penas
se metan en tu alma buena
por culpa de mi querer
No quiero verte sufrir
no soy capaz de ofenderte
si sabes que hasta la muerte
juré ser sólo de ti
Si no encontraste ternura en mi alma
si sólo penas te causo yo
me voy mi vida de tu presencia
aunque me duela en el corazón
Yo siempre fui lo que soy
jamás te dije mentiras
y puse a tus pies mi vida
sin ninguna condición
Si tú lo quieres mi amor
me voy de ti para siempre
dejando un beso en tu frente
como postrer bendición
No habrá reproches de parte mía
sólo me importa que seas feliz
ya ves que todo te di en la vida
mi pobre vida que es para ti
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
Rare Ould Times
Rare Ould Times
Composer(s): Pete St. John
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists
Raised on songs and stories
Heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories
That once was Dublin Town
The hallowed halls and houses
The haunting childrens rhymes
That once was Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Dempsey
As Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico
In a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper
Lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress
My trade’s a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignan
As pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary
From the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap
With skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham
She took away my soul
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter
The gargle's dimmed me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing
And nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met. have gone
The Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete
Makes a city of my town
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey
I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages
That spring up along the Quay
My mind's too full of memories
Too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin
In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
City Streets
City Streets
Performer(s): Carole King
River wind is icy
Chills run through my bones
Tides of life are ebbing out
Between the cobblestones
The streets are on fire
With the burning sunrise
And over the water I look in vain
For love on someone's eyes
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Winter colored morning
Gray and dirty brown
Reflecting the mood I'm in
Despair is all around.
I long for sweet oblivion
To make me from my pain
Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith
So I can break this chain
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Lovers with their arms entwined
Silhouettes against the light
A warm bed is waiting as they head home
After staying up all night
For them the city is magic
That's all they 've ever know
I wish I could find the magic
But I'm scared and I'm feeling so alone
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Oh
city streets
The stories they have known
Oh
city streets
city streets
city streets
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
Italian Titles: Meglio Per Te Se Piangi;
Rifugiati Nel Pianto
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Rentre chez toi et pleure
Moi j'ai tant pleuré pour toi
J'en ai passé des heures
A me tourmenter
Sans pouvoir t'oublier
Laisse couler tes larmes
Ton grand chagrin sur tes joues
La vie a tant de charme
Qu'elle effacera tout
Peines d'amour sont brèves
Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve
Dont tu t'éveilleras
Crois-moi
Laisse crier ta peine
Demain c'est un cri de joie
Qui brisera tes chaînes
Te ramenant vers moi
Rentre chez toi et pleure
Pleure, pleure
Maandag 12 januari 1976
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
May have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!
Maandag 12 januari 1976
The Rapper
The Rapper
Composer(s): Dominic Ierace
First release by: The Jaggerz - 1970
Hey girl, I bet you
There's someone out to get you
You'll find him anywhere
On a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store
He'll say "Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
So, he starts his rappin'
Hoping something will happen
He'll say he needs you
A companion, a girl he can talk to
He's made up his mind
He needs someone to sock it to
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
He's made an impression
So he makes a suggestion
"Come up to my place
For some coffee or tea or me"
He's got you where he wants you
Girl, you've gotta face reality
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
Maandag 12 januari 1976
City Of The Angels
City Of The Angels
Composer(s): Steve Perry - Gregg Rolie - Neal Schon
Performer(s): Journey
City of the angels
City of the angels
Walkin’ and talkin’ and laughin’
About dreamin’ the things that you want will work out
People in places where you want to be,
I’m lost in the city, who’s got the key?
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
I’ve got this feelin’ that things will work out
I’ve got this feelin’, and there ain’t no doubt
I’m holdin’ on, hopin’ to find
Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yeah
City of the angels
I’m goin’ home, home, bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Yeah, yeah, I’m leavin’, leavin’
Oo, oo, I’m goin’ home
I’m leavin’, leavin’
Maandag 12 januari 1976
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