Donderdag 9 december 1976
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Donderdag 9 december 1976
Romance De Valentia
Romance De Valentia
Composer(s): Quintero; León; Quiroga
Performer(s): Raphael
Era mu poco en la vida
Tan poco, que nada era
Por no tener, no tenia
Ni madre que lo quisiera
Era un pobre aficionao
Que buscaba la ocasion
De dejar en un cerrao
Frente a un toro, el corazon
Romance de valentia
Escrito con luna blanca
Y gracia de andalucia
En campos de salamanca
Embiste, toro bonito
Embiste, por caridad
Morir se me importa un pito
Pues nadie me iba a llorar
Aqui no hay plaza, ni hombre
Ni traje tabaco y oro
Aqui hay un niño, muy hombre
Que esta delante de un toro
En matarme no repares
Te concedo hasta el perdon
Y ya que no tengo madre
La macarena me ampare
Si me cuelgas de un piton
Todas las noches saltaba
Sin miedo, la talanquera
Y a cara o cruz se jugaba
Al toro, la vida entera
Quiza fuera colorao
El bure que lo embistio
Y mordiendo su costao
Malherido lo dejo
Romance de valentia
Teñido de luna blanca
Y sangre de andalucia
En campos de salamanca
Adios, plaza de sevilla
Ya nunca me habras de ver
Pisar tu arena amarilla
¡Con tanto que los soñe!
Adios, capote de seda
Que fuiste mi compañero
Morir en esta pelea
Es cosa de buen torero
Ya, vestido de alamares
No ha de verme la aficion
Y como no tengo madre
La macarena me ampare
Y me de su bendicion
Y alli quedo ante la fiera
Ninguno le vio caer
Nadie rezo, tan siquiera
Ni un padre nuestro por el
Por el ninguna serrana
Lloro de luto vestida
Por el ninguna campana
Doblo amaneciendo el dia
Pero, en cambio, entre azucenas
Y entre velas enrizas
En san gil, la macarena
Si que lloraba de pena
Por la muerte del chaval
Woensdag 8 december 1976
The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be
The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
First release by: Tom Lehrer - 1953
Now if I may indulge in a bit of personal history
a few years ago I worked for a while at the Los Alamos scientific laboratory in New Mexico
I had a job there as a spy
Now, I guess you know that the staff out there at that time was composed almost exclusively of spies...
of one persuasion or another
And, while I was out there
I came to realize how much the Wild West had changed since the good old days of Wyatt Earp and Home on the Range
and here then is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called
The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be
Along the trail you'll find me lopin'
Where the spaces are wide open
In the land of the old A.E.C. (yea-hah!)
Where the scenery's attractive
And the air is radioactive
Oh, the wild west is where I wanna be
Mid the sagebrush and the cactus
I'll watch the fellas practice
Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze
I'll have on my sombrero
And of course I'll wear a pair o'
Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s
Ah will leave the city's rush
Leave the fancy and the plush
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds
Ah will seek the desert's hush
Where the scenery is lush
How I long to see the mushroom clouds
'Mid the yuccas and the thistles
I'll watch the guided missiles
While the old F.B.I. watches me (yea-hah!)
Yes, I'll soon make my appearance
(Soon as I can get my clearance)
'Cause the wild west is where I wanna be
Woensdag 8 december 1976
Comment Vas-Tu Mentir?
Comment Vas-Tu Mentir? - 1963 (aka Venez Tous Avec Moi - 1974)
Adapted from: C'mon Everybody - 1958
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963
L'autre soir lorsque tu m'as dit au revoir
J'ai gardé au fond de moi un peu d'espoir
Mais tu n'es pas près de revenir
Avec un ami je t'ai vue partir
Comment vas-tu mentir?
Je suis sûr de moi et sûr de mes pensées
J'étais sûr de toi pourtant tu m'as trompé
J'attends le moment où je vais souffrir
Que vas-tu me dire pour te repentir
Comment vas-tu mentir?
Tu es près de moi mais ton esprit n'est pas là
Tu es tout sourire mais tu dis n'importe quoi
Vraiment tu fais tout pour m'évincer
Oui j'en ai assez tu peux t'en aller
Maintenant tu peux partir
Maintenant tu peux partir...
Woensdag 8 december 1976
Romance (Mario Lanza)
Romance
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg;
Otto Harbach; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Mario Lanza;
and various other artists
Romance, a playboy who is born each spring
To teach the nightingale to sing
A very pretty song: "I love you"
Romance, a legend on an old brocade
A prince who tells a country maid: "I love you"
Now where this whimsy comes from, I don't know
For when it comes it's just about to go
Romance, a flower that will bloom awhile
With sunshine from a lover's smile
That lover's tears bedew! Ah!
Yet, when I seek this beauty
Flower of youth's first dawning
I find a prosy work-a-day world
Stretching and yawning!
Love is locked up in cages
Kept for a poet's pages
Life and adventure
Don't seem to be paying attention to me!
And so I dream of fair Romance
And let my fancies weave pretty stories
And tho' I know they are not so
I like to go wand'ring amid their wistful glories
My princes become what I mould them
And they stay for the breath of a sigh!
I open my arms to enfold them
And they're gone like a breeze rushing by
Ah, this is a humdrum world
But when I dream I set it dancing
When life is gray, I have a way to keep it gay
Passing the time of day with love
Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Wild Side Of Life
Wild Side Of Life
Composer(s): William Warren - Arlie A. Carter
First release by: Jimmy Heap - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
The glamour of the gay night-life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
Yes it hurt me to know that you don't love me
Though I know that our love's forever gone
And it's killed my soul and pride, Dear, inside me
When I saw you in that stranger's arms so long
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
I'll just live my life alone with mem'ries of you
And dream of kisses traded for my tears
And no-one will ever know how much I love you
And I pray that you'll be happy through the years
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Comment Tuer L'amant De Sa Femme Quand On A Été Élevé Comme Moi Dans La Tradition
Comment Tuer L'amant De Sa Femme Quand On A Été Élevé Comme Moi Dans La Tradition
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; G. Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans la religion?
Il me faudrait du temps
Et du temps j'en ai pas
Pour elle je travaille tout l'temps
La nuit je veille de nuit
Le jour je veille de jour
Le dimanche je fais des extras
Et même si j'étais moins lâche
Je touve que ce serait dommage
De salir ma réputation
Bien sûr je dors dans le garage
Bien sûr il dort dans mon lit
Bien sûr c'est moi qui fait l'ménage
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Il y a l'arsenic ouais
C'est trop long
Il y a le révolver
Mais c'est trop court
Il y a l'amitié
C'est trop cher
Il y a le mépris
C'est un péché
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Quand on a reçu comme moi
La croix d'honneur
Chez les bonnes sœurs?
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Moi qui n'ose même pas
Le lui dire avec des fleurs?
Comme je n'ai pas l'courage
De l'insulter tout l'temps
Il dit que l'amour me rend lâche
Comme il est en chômage
Il dit en me frappant
Que l'amour le rend imprévoyant
Il croit que c'est amusant
Pour un homme qui a mon âge
Qui n'a plus de femme et onze enfants
Bien sûr je leur fais la cuisine
Je bats les chiens et les tapis
Le soir je leur chante "Nuit de Chine"
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?
Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est un peu vérolé?
Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'ma femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est péniciliné?
Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Romance (Chico Buarque)
Romance
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Te seqüestrei
Vou te reter pra sempre
Na minha idéia
No teu lugar, talvez
Fique alguma tonta, uma dublê
Uma mulher alheia
Na minha idéia
Vives plenamente
És a pessoa
Com todas as canções
Os momentos bons e as horas más
Que a memória coa
Nas horas à toa
Às vezes ando a cismar
Serei eu mesmo
Este cantor confuso
Que te rodeia
Ou estarei feliz
Sendo eternamente o que já fui
Dentro da tua idéia
Maandag 6 december 1976
The Wild Rover
The Wild Rover
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dropkick Murphys
and multiple other artists
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
Maandag 6 december 1976
Comment Trouvez-Vous Ma Soeur?
Comment Trouvez-Vous Ma Soeur?
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Toutes les femmes sont jolies
Enfin, plus ou moins jolies, jolies
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
Celle-ci, bien sûr, est charmante
Celle-là est ravissante
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
N'est-elle pas à la hauteur
Pour qui cherche un souffre-douceur?
Toutes les femmes sont à prendre
Enfin, y en a qui peuvent attendre
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
Maandag 6 december 1976
Roman Guitar
Roman Guitar
((Italian Version: Chitarra Romana (Claudio Villa))
Composer(s): Eldo Di Lazzaro - Daniele Bruno - Andre DeBadet - Marjorie Harper
Performer(s): Lou Monte
Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu
Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu
Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Zondag 5 december 1976
Wild Places
Wild Places
Composer(s): Duncan Browne
Performer(s): Duncan Browne
and multiple other artists
La prima donna slipped into her leather
But she was restless, she knew it in her heart of hearts
She said 'tonight you'd better pull yourself together
Because tonight I'm going to pull myself apart'
Out on the streets everyone is searching for a thrill
But she's the only one that's out there really dressed to kill
And she said 'listen to me, it's not a tragedy
This time I'm getting through and now there's something
You can do for me and ohhhh...
Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
'Cause I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I don't want to see your eyes across a dancing floor...
TV angel with her eyes full of smoke
Gazing at the hero, he's do mucho macho
He shrugs, he says 'this must be some kind of joke'
As she pulls on his cigarette and loves him to distraction
But she cries 'I don't want to feel like a machine
I'm not the only one who wants to feel the in-between
That's why I'm deep into this fatal fascination
That's why I've lost the art of conversation
And ohhh...
Take me to the wild places
If you want to see what's really in my soul
But you better keep your eye on where my pretty face is
'Cause in the heat of the moment
I just lose control
I just lose control
Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades
The sad tension, reek of Patchouli
Even the jokers are dealing in spades
It's one dimension, it's all so passé
Just then a voice said 'honey
It's too late to change your mind'
Her face tightened, I could see she'd found a new design
And she said 'listen to me, it's just a fantasy
This time I'm coming through and now
There's something you can do for me
Ohh... Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
And I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I want to see your eyes across the dancing floor
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
In the heat of the moment I just lose control..
Zondag 5 december 1976
Comment T'es Devenu Riche?
Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Adapted from: If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell / Walter Bishop / Norman Friedman
Performer(s): Eddy Paris Mitchell - 1985
Tu m'fais le coup de l'attaché de presse
Cigare, attaché case
Tu fais très star
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tu brasses plus de vent que d'affaires
T'as pas le pétrole mais l'désert
Si t'es pas star, dis-moi
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tes ardoises dans les restos
Me font froid dans le dos
Mais toi, tu saurais vendre un frigo
Même à un esquimau
T'as tous les looks chébran, macho
Mais j'peux pas tomber dans le panneau
Toi t'es pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Laisse moi deviner, t'es dans le porno?
Non, pirate en vidéo, non?
T'as rien d'une star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
T'es pas dealer, t'es pas show-biz
Tu sais même pas ce que c'est la crise
T'es même pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Je crois qu'tu roules, qu'en t'es fait de trop
Avoue, t'as plus de boulot
Là, j'dois reconnaître que tu portes beau
Mais dis-moi, t'es mal dans ta peau
Moi, je n'en t'en veux pas, t'as essayé
Mais on ne peut pas toujours gagner
Oh, je n'achète rien, je ne suis pas riche
Et si je te mens alors là c'est moi qui triche
Les nouveaux pauvres ne sont pas d'anciens riches
Zondag 5 december 1976
Romagna Mia
Romagna Mia
Composer(s): Raul Casadei
Performer(s): Raul Casadei;
and various other artists
Sento la nostalgia d'un passato
ove la mamma mia ho lasciato
Non ti potrò scordar casetta mia
in questa notte stellata
la mia serenata io canto per te
Romagna mia, Romagna in fiore
tu sei la stella, tu sei l'amore
Quando ti penso, vorrei tornare
dalla mia bella al casolare
Romagna, Romagna mia
lontan da te non si può star!
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
The Wild One, Forever
The Wild One, Forever
Composer(s): Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
Well the moon sank as the wind blew
The street lights slowly died
They call you the wild one, said stay 'way from her
Said she could love no one if she tried
But then somethin' I saw
In your eyes told me right away
That you were gonna have to be mine
When the strangest feeling came over me
Down inside no matter what it takes
I'll never get over how good it felt
When you finally held m e
I'll never regret
Baby those few hours
Will grow in my head
Forever
Well it's too bad, but I want you
To know I understand
Yeah, it's been a long time but I don't mind
Yeah, it's all right I understand
Beca use somethin' I saw
In your eyes told me right away
That you were gonna have to be mine
When the strangest feeling came over me
Down inside I knew right away
I'll never get over how good it felt
When you finally kissed me
I'll never regret
Baby those few hours
Will grow in my head
Forever
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich?
If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
French Title: Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Composer(s): Walter Bishop; Norman Friedman
First release by: Louis Jordan - 1951
You' braggin all about the things you can do
Every time you make a pitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You claim to have picked every horse that won
'Cause you know just which is which
Yes, if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?
Henry built the Ford and made his pile
Woolworth used his five and ten
Rockerfeller's wealth came from Standard Oil
And Waterman's came from a pen
You claim it all came from consultin' you
Isn't that a brand new switch?
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
Mention work and you go berserk
'Cause you hate to do a stitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You're out for a ride on the road to fame
Yet you wind up in a ditch
Mmm-hmm - if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?
Hershey started with a chocolate bar
Wrigley with a stick of gum
Planters took his peanuts and travelled far
Now tell me - what'you doin', chum?
I' been hearin' all about all your big ideas
Since you started
What's the hitch?
You never made ten dollars yet
You say you can balance the national debt
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
Roma Roma
Roma Roma
Composer(s): Bardotti; F. Latini;
G. Scalamogna; Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
che fai sospirà
Roma Roma Roma
lassace cantà
da stà voce nasce un core
so centomila voci che hai fatto nammorà
Roma Roma bella
t'ho dipinta io
gialla come er sole
rossa come er core mio
Roma Roma mia
nun te fa cantà
tu sei nata grande
e grande hai da restà
Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
ch'hai fatto nammorà
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
The Wild Colonial Boy
The Wild Colonial Boy ((aka Jack's Heroes (The Pogues & The Dubliners) - 1990))
((Danish Version: Familiens Sorte Får (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
(Traditional - 1881)
Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Maken - 1962
and multiple other artists
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was, the wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy
He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
Comment T'en Apercevoir
Comment T'en Apercevoir
Performer(s): France Gall
Le monde est là qui vient qui va
Et qui tourne sans toi
Mais tu sais il n'attendra pas
Un signe de toi
Donner c'est mieux que recevoir
Essaie un peu pour voir
Pour mieux supporter les heures du soir
Les heures de cafard
De désespoir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir
Quand tu vois tous ces gens passer
Sans les regarder
Sans même un jour avoir l'idée
D'aller leur parler
Tu sens le froid de l'hiver passer
Et tu restes enfermée
Tu voudrais rire ou bien danser
Et ne plus penser
Quand dehors c'est l'été
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
Roma Capoccia
