Maandag 17 januari 1977
Complete Control
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Maandag 17 januari 1977
Rosalita
Rosalita
Composer(s): Åge Aleksandersen
Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen & Mikael Wiehe
Når du ser på mæ
fra en TV-skjerm
Når di avmakt og redsel
når mæ her hjemme
Når et ansikt, et menneskebarn
trenge sæ frem
Æ vil glemme
Æ vil glemme
Æ vil glemme
Och när du upplever världen som
iskall och stor
Ska jag stå upp och sloss
för deg älskade bror
Jag skal skydda deg
mot orättvis och vold
Aldrig glömma
Aldrig glömma
Aldrig glömma
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Og vi passe på dæ i natt
Samisk tekst
Go du morašlaš calmmit deivet mu
Go don oððasiin siivudit muitalat
Olbmománná
Mo heive
Mun jurddašan
Mun in hálit, in hálit gullat
Mutho dieðán in sáhte lovpetge
Go mus oappát
Ja vieljat mu dárbbašit
De vaikko máilbmi garas
ja balddonas leaš
in áiggo goassige ciehkádit gal
Det finns ingen som hotar ditt liv här i natt
Du är en stjärna, en kung
För du äger en skatt
Du är liten, men enda
det största som finns på jorden
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
främtidens skatt
Och vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Når verden høgg tak i mæ
kald og stor
Vil æ reis mæ å sloss
for kvar søster og bror
Æ ska vær der på vakt
imot urett og vold
Aldri glemme
Aldri glemme
Aldri glemme
Behind the barbed-wired fences
the sun’s going down
You’re eating your ration
sitting on the ground
You’ve stopped counting the days
till you’ll get away
as the smoke from the campfire
put tears in your eyes
I know that you know
there will come a time
when the wheels of fortune
will spin the other way around
You shall not have lost
your childhood in vain
for the sake of the fanatical
greedy, insaine
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Ni är stenar som gnistrar i
främtidens skatt
Så vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Du e liten, men stor
Du e størst på vår jord
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans
Du e ei stjerne, en konge
Du eie en skatt
Vi ska passe på dæ i natt
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Wreck On The Highway
Wreck On The Highway
Composer(s): Dorsey Dixon
Performer(s): Roy Acuff
Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
When I heard the crash on the highway
I knew what it was from the start
I went to the scene of destruction
And a picture was stamped on my heart
There was whiskey and blood all together
Mixed with glass where they lay
Death played her hand in destruction
But I didn't hear nobody pray
I wish I could change this sad story
That I am now telling you
But there is no way I can change it
For somebody's life is now through
Their soul has been called by the Master
They died in a crash on the way
And I heard the groans of the dying
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine
Composer(s): Philippe Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle
First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Moi j' me promène sous Ste-Catherine
J' profite de la chaleur du métro
Je n' me regarde pas dans les vitrines
Quand il fait trente en-dessous d' zéro
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Je ne me sens pas intrépide
Quand il fait fret j' fais pas du ski
J'ai pas d' motel aux Laurentides
Le samedi c'est l' soir du hockey
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Faut pas croire que j' suis une imbécile
Parce que j' chauffe pas une convertible
La gloire c'est pas mal inutile
Au prix du gaz c'est trop pénible
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne
Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps
Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes
Même les femmes et les enfants
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Croyez pas qu'on est pas chrétiens
Le dimanche on promène son chien
La la la...
Zondag 16 januari 1977
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare
It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The onions are fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says
In God we trust
All others have to pay
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The short-order cook with the Momma tattoo
He's a'turnin' them hamburgers slow
"Eggs over easy, whole wheat down
D' y'all want that coffee to go?"
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star
That he'd wind up here today
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a tall, skinny girl in the booth in the back
Wearin' jeans and a secondhand fur
She's been to the doctor, then called up a man
And now wonders just where she can turn
She stares at her coffee, then looks toward the ceiling
But, Lord, it's a strange place to pray
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner
Feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her
But found he'd just rented some time
And he couldn't sleep, so he come back to see
If anyone else wants to play
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall
The first one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago
But, like Rose, it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register, dreamin' of someone
And how things'd be if he'd stayed
But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The stoop-shouldered man and his frizzy-haired woman
It's strange how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball, she's fixin' the blanket
Of the baby asleep on the seat
And he's out of work and she's puttin' on weight
And, hell, they never did had too much to say
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The waitress Darlene, she sits at the counter
Paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short-order cook, he yells, "Move it or lose it
And pick up an order of stew"
But someday a rich, handsome man will walk in
And carry her far, far away
From two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The shaggy-haired hippie, he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the change in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 cents
And he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him
But, Lord, that's a high price to pay
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The baby-faced sailor, he leans on the phone
And dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans
'Bout the wonderful places he's been
Then the wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
'Bout fortunes that he threw away
And Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie
If he's got a warm place to stay
And the short-order cook takes a five from the till
While Rosalie's lookin' away
And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
The Wreck Of The Old '97
The Wreck Of The Old '97 ((aka The Wreck On The Southern Old 97 (Henry Whitter) - 1924))
((Adapted from: The Ship That Never Return'd (Henry Clay Work) - 1865))
Composer(s): Henry Clay Work - Henry Whitter
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold - 1959
and multiple other artists
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven
You must put her in Spencer on time"
Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman
"Just shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes
So you see what a jump he made
He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour
And his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle
And scalded to death by the steam
Now, ladies, you must all take warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
Complainte De Pablo Neruda
Complainte De Pablo Neruda
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Je vais dire la légende
De celui qui s'est enfui
Et fait les oiseaux des Andes
Se taire au coeur de la nuit
Le ciel était de velours
Incompréhensiblement
Le soir tombe et les beaux jours
Meurent on ne sait comment
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Lorsque la musique est belle
Tous les hommes sont égaux
Et l'injustice rebelle
Paris ou Santiago
Nous parlons même langage
Et le même chant nous lie
Une cage est une cage
En France comme au Chili
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Sous le fouet de la famine
Terre terre des volcans
Le gendarme te domine
Mon vieux pays araucan
Pays double où peuvent vivre
Des lièvres et des pumas
Triste et beau comme le cuivre
Au désert d'Atacama
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Avec tes forêts de hêtres
Tes myrtes méridionaux
O mon pays de salpêtre
D'arsenic et de guano
Mon pays contradictoire
Jamais libre ni conquis
Verras-tu sur ton histoire
Planer l'aigle des Yankees
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Absent et présent ensemble
Invisible mais trahi
Neruda que tu ressembles
À ton malheureux pays
Ta résidence est la terre
Et le ciel en même temps
Silencieux solitaire
Et dans la foule chantant
Comment croire comment croire
Au pas pesant des soldats
Quand j'entends la chanson noire
De Don Pablo Neruda
Zaterdag 15 januari 1977
Rosalie
Rosalie
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Eleanor Powell & Eddy Nelson
Rosalie, my darling
Rosalie, my dream
Since one night when stars danced above
I'm oh, oh, so much in love
So Rosalie, have mercy
Rosalie, don't decline
Won't you make my life thrilling
And tell me you're willing to be mine
Rosalie, mine
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
Composer(s): Carson J. Robison
Performer(s): Jim Reeves
and multiple other artists
One dark stormy night not a star was in sight
The North wind came howling down the line
There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear
And his orders to pull old Number Nine
She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
The joy in his heart he couldn't hide
The whole world seemed right for she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
The black smoke came pouring from the stack
The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he'd be goin' back
He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still
The headlight was shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race
In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground
He asked them to raise his weary head
His breath slowly went as this message he sent
To a maiden who thought she would be wed
"There's a little white home that I built for our own
Where I dreamed we'd be happy, you and I
But I leave it to you for I know you'll be true
Til we meet at the Golden Gate, goodbye"...
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
Company Man
Company Man
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor
It seems you've been living on your own
Lonely and free
Looking to make yourself known
Same as me
Well I see you in the public eyes
I see you're looking fine
The boy would be a businessman
And he signs the bottom line
Singing company man, do what you can with my name
Rock'n'roll, man here I am
I'm stacking my claim to fame
He's got the smiling face of a friend
Still you're not quite certain you know him
The smile turns into a grin
What do you owe him
You know you owe him
So if there's something you do well
Something you're proud of
Better to save some for yourself
If that's allowed
The crowd will never know you
You'll hardly know yourself
They'll turn you 'round and blow you up
'Til you think you're someone else
Singing company man, do what you can with my name
Rock'n'roll, man here I am
I'm stacking my claim to fame
He can turn your time to gold
You better make as much as you can my friend
'Cause his money will turn you old
And they need a young man
The job takes a young man
Vrijdag 14 januari 1977
Rosa Dos Ventos
Rosa Dos Ventos
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Maria Bethânia; Paulinho Nogueira
E do amor gritou-se o escândalo
Do medo criou-se o trágico
No rosto pintou-se o pálido
E não rolou uma lágrima
Nem uma lástima
Pra socorrer
E na gente deu o hábito
De caminhar pelas trevas
De murmurar entre as pregas
De tirar leite das pedras
De ver o tempo correr
Mas, sob o sono dos séculos
Amanheceu o espetáculo
Como uma chuva de pétalas
Como se o céu vendo as penas
Moresse de pena
E chovesse o perdão
E a prudência dos sábios
Nem ousou conter nos lábios
O sorriso e a paixão
Pois transbordando de flores
A calma dos lagos zangou-se
A rosa-dos-ventos danou-se
O leito dos rios fartou-se
E inundou de água-doce
A amargura do mar
Numa enchente amazônica
Numa explosão atlântica
E a multidão vendo em pânico
E a multidão vendo atônita
Ainda que tarde
O seu despertar
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Mister John B.
Mister John B.
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays - Eddie Vartan - Gilles Thibault - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1950 - Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers)
1958 - Sloop John B (The Kingston Trio)
1989 - Hallo Ajouw (Normaal)
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient
Trois ans, ce n'est pas rien
Es-tu fier de toi, Mr John B?
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Pour toi pas de carillonneurs
Pas de colliers de fleurs
Ici ce n'est pas Tahiti, hé, Mr John B
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Ton sac a l'air lourd à porter
Tu t'es bien débrouillé
Mais as-tu gardé les mains propres, dis, Mr John B?
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
La rose de vents
(Tu l'as effleurée)
L'alcool a coulé
(L'argent a passé)
Tu dis "je t'aime" dans toutes les langues, Mr John B
Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas
On n'attend pas
Un garçon comme toi
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient
Alors tu te souviens
Qu'une fille t'attendait ici, Mr John B
Pourtant sur le quai
Regarde elle est là
Un garçon comme toi ne la mérite pas
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Company
Company
Composer(s): Alfred "Snuff" Johnson - Rickie Lee Jones
Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
I'll remember you too clearly
But I'll survive another day
Conversations to share
When there's no one there
I'll imagine what you'd say
I'll see you in another life now, baby
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
So now you're going off to live your life
You say we'll meet each other now and then
But we'll never be the same
And I know I'll never have this chance again
No, not like you
So, I'll see you in another life now baby,
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
Donderdag 13 januari 1977
Rosa
Rosa
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
C'est le plus vieux tango du monde
Celui que les têtes blondes
Ânonnent comme une ronde
En apprenant leur latin
C'est le tango du collège
Qui prend les rêves au piège
Et dont il est sacrilège
De ne pas sortir malin
C'est le tango des bons pères
Qui surveillent l'œil sévère
Les Jules et les Prosper
Qui seront la France de demain
Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango des forts en thème
Boutonneux jusqu'à l'extrême
Et qui recouvrent de laine
Leur cœur qui est déjà froid
C'est le tango des forts en rien
Qui déclinent de chagrin
Et qui seront pharmaciens
Parce que papa ne l'était pas
C'est le temps où j'étais dernier
Car ce tango rosa rosae
J'inclinais à lui préférer
Déjà ma cousine Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango des promenades
Deux par seul sous les arcades
Cernés de corbeaux et d'alcades
Qui nous protégeaient des pourquoi
C'est le tango de la pluie sur la cour
Le miroir d'une flaque sans amour
Qui m'a fait comprendre un beau jour
Que je ne serais pas Vasco de Gama
Mais c'est le tango du temps béni
Où pour un baiser trop petit
Dans la clairière d'un jeudi
A rosi cousine Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango du temps des zéros
J'en avais tant des minces des gros
Que j'en faisais des tunnels pour Charlot
Des auréoles pour saint François
C'est le tango des récompenses
Qui vont à ceux qui ont la chance
D'apprendre dès leur enfance
Tout ce qui ne leur servira pas
Mais c'est le tango que l'on regrette
Une fois que le temps s'achète
Et que l'on s'aperçoit tout bête
Qu'il y a des épines aux Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis
Woensdag 12 januari 1977
Compañeros De Mis Horas
Compañeros De Mis Horas
Composer(s): P. Matos
Performer(s): Raphael
Soy feliz con lo que tengo
Porque tengo a mis leales
Compañeros de mis horas
Son mis fieles animales
Ese caballo ya viejo
Presumiendo de ser joven
Quiere llevarme ligero
Para que yo no lo note
Y ese perro callejero
Que se vino un día conmigo
Diciéndome en su mirada
Que él quería ser mi amigo
Y esa paloma que juega
Repitiéndome en su vuelo
Que mire más hacia arriba
Y mire menos al suelo
Y esos gorriones que cantan
Por la mañana temprano
A saltitos me saludan
Acercándose a mi mano
Y ese toro ya caduco
Que perdonaron por casta
Tuvo sus días de triunfo
Y hoy conmigo ya le basta
Y tengo con mis amigos
Las horas llenas de calma
Cuando más cerca los tengo
Más libre me siento el alma
Woensdag 12 januari 1977
Rope Ladder To The Moon
Rope Ladder To The Moon
Composer(s): Jack Bruce; Pete Brown
Performer(s): Jack Bruce;
and various other artists
You asked me to a party
to a house just by the moon
You gave me silver loving
the end was all too soon
You asked me to the theatre
in a place quite near the sun
You gave me golden sunbeams
your act was all in fun
Rope ladder to the moon!
You asked me to a meeting
in a cottage in the snow
You gave me central heating
I can't forget the glow
You asked me to a weekend
down by the stormy sea
You took me to a ceremony
and the sacrifice - was me!
You asked me to a stormcloud
up near the rainbow's end
Then you threw away the ladder
and gave me to your friend
You took me to a prison
and you said it's chief was me
Then you locked me deep inside you
and threw away the key
Rope ladder to the moon
Dinsdag 11 januari 1977
The Wreck Of The Antoinette
The Wreck Of The Antoinette
Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
Full fathom five, on the seabed she lies - the Antoinette!
I sailed with the dawn and the wind blew free
'Cross the bright shining sea
And it filled the sails of my Antoinette
Goodbye home and the one I love
Put my faith in the sky and the stars above
'Cos there's nothing in this world I wouldn't bet
On my Antoinette
She carries your name and for you I'll try
To be strong or I'll die
And I'll find my grave in the rolling waves
Ride on baby don't you let me down
Ocean's big and you don't wanna see me drown
But a bitter rain begins to beat the deck
Of the Antoinette
See the rain come lashing
There's a sudden flash of lightning on the foam
(Hold on Antoinette!)
The ocean pounds in fury
On a man who fights against it all alone
(Keep on Antoinette!)
She goes down with a sigh
And with her hear that cry
Antoinette! Antoinette!
Dawn breaks on the sea and the long dark night
Now gives way to the light and no trace remains
Of the Antoinette
Deep she lies on the ocean floor
Far away from the girl who still waits by the shore
Does she know her love is buried in the wreck
Of the Antoinette
Deep she lies, deep she lies
Antoinette! Antoinette!
Dinsdag 11 januari 1977
Compañera
Compañera
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
La canción es la amiga
que me arropa
y después me desabriga
la más clara y obscura
la más verde y madura
la más íntima
la más indiscreta
La canción me da todo
aunqe no me respeta
se me entrega feliz
cuando me viola
La canción es la ola
que me eleva y me hunde
que me fragua
lo mismo que me funde
La canción compañera
virginal y ramera, la canción
Comenzamos un día
por los tiempos
de siempre y todavía
comenzamos felices
a juntar cicatrices
como buenas señales de los años
y, peldaño a peldaño
levantamos paisaje
sin excusa, sin ruego
y sin ultraje
¿Quién se atreve a decirme
que debo arrepentirme de la esperma quemante
que me trajo?
Porque sangra de abajo
yo no vendo ni rajo mi pasión
Entre drama y comedia
he llegado trovando
a la edad media
torpe, pero sincero
aún no soy caballero
(y que el cielo
me libre de cordura)
No me embriaga la altura
ni me aburren los sueños
no es por moda que estallo
y que me empeño
El amor sigue en brete
y el camino a machete
más no lloro por tal
ni me amilano
si conservo mis manos
mi sudor y el humano corazón
Dinsdag 11 januari 1977
Room To Move
Room To Move
Composer(s): John Mayall
Performer(s): John Mayall;
Debbie Davies; Stringbean & The Stalkers
Well it may seem peculiar
How I think of you
If you want me darlin'
Here's what you must do
You gotta free me
Cuz I can't give my best
Unless I got room to move
If you want me darlin'
Take me how you can
I'll be circulating
Cuz that's the way I am
You gotta free me
Cuz I can't give my best
Unless I got room to move
Maandag 10 januari 1977
The Worst That Could Happen
