Maandag 24 januari 1977
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Maandag 24 januari 1977
Rosarita (Tom Jans)
Rosarita
Performer(s): Tom Jans
She was the darkest light
That I'd ever known
Razed in an endless night
And made out ofstone
I met her in a mission
She said "The beams are made of bone"
Stories she told made me feel so all alone
And I would follow her
As she walked in the hills
Drinking the silence there
Until she had her fill
I wanted to take her
But I guess I never will
Rosarita your journey is my own
They say that your lover is not made of blood and bone
The dust from the El Camino upan your face
Your mother's in the mansion
And your father's in disgrace
One evening I followed her down to the sea
Blue eyes and brown body dancing gracefully
Voice. in the shadows I was ready for a fight
She said remember what you learn tonight
And in the moonlight I could see her smile
She said you can take me
But only for a little while
You see my lover has gone so many more miles
Somebody said they saw her running in the wind
With tearful eyes never to return again
I never was her lover
And I never was her friend
Zondag 23 januari 1977
The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried
It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did
Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around
I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me
Never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see
Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand
I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band
Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away
There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave"
I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues
When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do
But it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too
Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Zondag 23 januari 1977
Computer Liebe
Computer Liebe
Performer(s): Kraftwerk
Computer Liebe, Computer Liebe
Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein
Stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm, stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm
Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Ich wähl die Nummer, ich wähl die Nummer
Rufe Bildschirmtext, rufe Bildschirmtext
Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Zondag 23 januari 1977
Rosarita (Neil Sedaka)
Rosarita
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Dara Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Nine sharp, here in the dark
And my dream girl's struttin' again
Back in to my fantasy world
She's a vision in red
Wild eyes, long hair
And a body hard to describe
Don't care what the people might say
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
One stolen night in her arms
And for sure my body's on fire
One touch and I'm needin' her more
My lips are filled with desire
They say I'll get over you
But the feelin' continues to grow
Here comes the burnin' again
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
Rosa Rosarita
Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita
Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita...
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
The Year Of Our Love
The Year Of Our Love
Composer(s): Davie - Moore
Performer(s): Tommy Leonetti
Skies and skates and in January
Fireside dates in February
March winds when our hearts were flyin' high
Higher then a kite up in the sky
The year of our love
Strolls we took in April showers
Sundays when we picked May flowers
Moonlight and the midnight swim in June
Wond'rin' how it got so late so soon
The year of our love
July, and those holidays apart
August, you hurried back to ease my aching heart
September, the plans we made
October saw them fade
You denied it in November
Tried to hide it thru December
Then you taught me how a heart can grow
When you said goodbye on New Year's Eve
The year of our love
The year of our love
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
Computer Age
Computer Age
Performer(s): Sweet Comfort Band
She does aerobics to start the day
But you can find her playing video games
On her home computer screen
She's the best you've ever seen
She keeps appointments, she's never late
Only goes out on computer dates
Made on answering machines
She's the all-American teen
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
She's a product of society
Completely lacking personality
She was brought into the world
As a test tube baby girl
Her name is Debbie, or Cathy, or Sue
Maybe you know her
Maybe it's you
She's become like all the rest
Who've been programmed for success
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
She's got American Bandstand
To show her how to dance
She's got cable movies
To tell her about romance
But she won't dream of Mr. Right
Electric blankets keep her warm at night
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
Growin' up, growin' up
She's got an IBM
That's the apple of her eye
She doesn't think for herself
Leads an automated life
Growin' up
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
Rosanna (Toto)
Rosanna
Composer(s): David Paich
Performer(s): Toto;
and various other artists
All I want to do when I wake up in the morning
is to see your eyes
Rosanna, Rosanna
Never thought that a girl like you could ever
care for me
Rosanna
All I want to do in the middle of the evening
is to hold you tight
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know you were looking for more than
I could ever give
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
I can see your face still shining through the
window on the other side
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know that a girl like you could meke
me feel so sad
Rosanna
All I want to tell you is that no one will
never ever have to compromise
Rosanna, Rosanna
I've never thought that losing you could ever
hurt so bad
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Yankee Doodle Boy
Yankee Doodle Boy
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
First performance by: George M. Cohan - 1904
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm the kid that's all the candy
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
I'm glad I am, So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
Made my name and fame and boodle
Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony
I love to listen to the Dixie strain
"I long to see ther girl I left behind me!"
And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh
Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria
Yanks through and through. Red, White and Blue
Father was so Yankee hearted, When the Spanish war was started
He slipped in his uniform and hopped upon a pony
My mother's mother was a Yankee free
My father's father was a Yankee too
And that's going some, For the Yankees by gosh
Oh, say can you see Any thing about my pedigree that's phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Comptine Pour Clementine
Comptine Pour Clementine
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat; Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Qui frappe à coups redoublés
À ta porte verrouillée
Sans s'occuper des voisins
Qu'aiment pas le tambourin
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
La clé fait deux petits tours
Entrez monsieur mon amour
Entrez mon printemps joli
Mon oiseau de paradis
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Pour ta si cruelle absence
Faudra faire pénitence
Un pater c'est bien le moins
Et trois ave sur mon sein
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
Dieu nous donne le charbon
Au diable tous tes jupons
Accroche au clou tes dentelles
Et cisaille tes ficelles
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Oublions les hypocrites
Les fabricants d'eau bénite
Voilà le premier baiser
Que tu dois apprivoiser
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Il n'y a pas de morale
Dans ma chanson de cigale
Il n'y a c'est instinctif
Qu'un petit cri subversif
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Rosanna (Gordon Lightfoot)
Rosanna
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Rosanna makes my day begin
With kisses for a king
And coffee on a silver tray
She sees the shape I'm in
And if she should ever break away
I'd follow close behind her
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna knows the times I keep
A fire softly glows
And the shadows lick the walls
She knows when I'm asleep
The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time
And all is well by nine
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna moves across the floor
Her perfume fills the air
As she walks beside my easy chair
I touch her hand once more
And I may never sleep again
I like the bag she put me in
Rosanna knows the ways of a man
But not the way I feel
I don't really care what happens now
It's catch me if you can
For no matter what occasion should arise
She likes to sympathize
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rosanna, Rosanna
Rules my heart
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
The Yam
The Yam
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
and multiple other artists
Any Yams today? Any Yams today?
Come on and hear the Yam and cry
"Any Yam today?"
The sweet potatoes that he'll fry
Will be Yam today
The little step that you see him do
With every yam that he sells to you
Is something that you ought to try
Come and yam today!
Come get what I've got
It will hit the spot
Get your sweet and hot
Yam....
Raise your hand and sway
Like you hold a tray
When you're on your way
Yam....
Come on shake your depression
And let's have a yam session
There's that long note, one-two-three
Yam...
Every orchestra
In America
Will be doing the
Yam...
I didn't come to do the Charleston
I didn't come to ball the jack
I didn't come to do the Suzie Q
Or do the bottom they call black
I didn't come to do big apple
I didn't come to do the shag
But honey here I am to do the yam
Because the yam is in the bag
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
Comprendre
Comprendre
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Je t'apprendrai l'eau la lumière
L'arbre la source le torrent
Le secret des vignes des pierres
Le bruit du vent
Toi tu m'apprendras la panthère
Le chat le renard et l'oiseau
Le cri blessé du solitaire
Loin du troupeau
Nous apprendrons à voir les choses
Et leur pourquoi et leur comment
J'aurai l'innocence des roses
Toi des enfants
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
Le monde aujourd'hui
Tu m'apprendras tes yeux de fleur
Tes bras colliers tes hanches flammes
Ton rêve abeille et crève-coeur
Ton rire femme
Je serai l'ombre qui te suit
Cette part toujours en nous-mêmes
Qui se dérobe à l'autre et fuit
Ce que l'on aime
Nous apprendrons à nous connaître
En jetant bas les interdits
Je serai la fenêtre ouverte
Et toi la nuit
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
Ce qui nous unit
Nous conjuguerons l'avenir
À chaque instant présent dans toi
En partageant le vin le rire
Avec ceux-là
Qui vivent plus haut que leurs songes
Qui haïssent la solitude
Qui chassent l'ombre et le mensonge
Des habitudes
Nous apprendrons à voir le monde
Avec ces hommes d'aujourd'hui
Dont les rêves aux nôtres se fondent
À l'infini
Comprendre
La fleur et le fruit
Comprendre
L'homme d'aujourd'hui
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
Rosana
Rosana
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Ya te estoy recordando, Rosana
aunque no te hayas ido
el lucero que brilla mañana
es lo que te he querido
Ya te estoy recordando, elegida
como un reo en la sombra
resucita el color de la vida
lo acaricia y lo nombra
Ni un centavo te cuesta este beso
pues mi alma lo paga
Sólo espero lo mismo por eso
hasta el fin de la saga
Cuando escriban la vida los buenos
al final vencedores
se sabrá que no usamos veneno
como aroma de flores
Brotará de la sangre ternura
inocencia y espejos
donde irán a correr travesuras
nuevos niños y viejos
Servirá de señal cada huella
de las horas felices
Se sabrá tanto de las estrellas
como de cicatrices
Y el camino que emprendas, Rosana
será mejor a veces
porque en otros momentos, cubana
tu llorarás con creces
Ya te vas
Yo no me quedo y no atino
a saber qué ha pasado
Sólo sé que, por causa o destino
ya no estas a mi lado
Woensdag 19 januari 1977
Comprami Un Juke-Box
Comprami Un Juke-Box
((French Version: Achète Moi Un Juke-Box (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Clement Nicholas
Performer(s): Dalida
Amo andare a scuola e mi piace studiar
Alla sera invece veglio solo ballar
E questa mia passione non la so dominar
Percio' non dir di no
Oh oh papà!
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà!
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
Se mi accontenti io ti prometto
Che d'ora in poi non usciro' mai più
Staro' buonissima a a fare i compiti
E ascoltero' Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Macchè, macchè ballar
Dalida!
Che strana novita
Dalida!
Che c'entra quella là
Oh oh papà
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
C'è tanto posto non ti agitare
Lo metterai a fianco del buffet
Cramato e lucido fa soprammobile
E poi ti dà, Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Peppino di Capri
Dalida!
Dallara e Celentano
Dalida!
Senti questi qu'à
Invitero un po di gente a ballar
Qualche rock qualche twist
E forse anche tu mi aiuterai a spostar
Il tavolo il tappeto la TV
Oh oh papà
Vorrei avere un juke-box
Oh oh oh papà
Ti prego comprami un juke-box
Tu spendi meno se resto in casa
E in quanto a me lo ci guadagnero'
Perchè gli amici miei
Dovranno' gettonar per ascoltar
Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida!
Ma non hanno capito niente
Dalida!
E come glielo spieghero
Dalida!
Ma in fondo perchè no
Dinsdag 18 januari 1977
Completely Sweet
Completely Sweet
Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran
Well completely sweet that's my baby
Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
Well completely sweet that's my baby
Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe
And I love her more 'n' more each day
She's so completely sweet
Well a-just like a-honey, that the bees bring in
Mmm, a-just like a honey, that the bees bring in
Mmm, I get my sugar, when I kiss her on the chin
Well the sugar in my coffee, well the sugar in my tea
Well the sugar in my coffee, mmmm the sugar in my tea
Mmm, they both taste better, with a sugar on my knee
Dinsdag 18 januari 1977
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
Spread out now Rosie
doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and
Rosie you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
`cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun
Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there
Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool
Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright
Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door
Rosalita jump a little...
Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy
My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Rosalita jump a little...
Maandag 17 januari 1977
The Writing On The Wall
The Writing On The Wall
Performer(s): Lene Lovich
The writing's on the subway wall
I'm sorry that I never called
I, I never phoned
or wrote to you
It's silly 'cause
I wanted to
Oh yes, the subway wall
sadly seems to say it all
It's my mistake, I know that now
a bit too late to cry...
You're somewhere else
with someone else
and here am I, all by myself
An empty wall, and empty me
I write the things that should've been
I tell the world how much I care
and miss the one
that isn't there
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall...
The writing's on the subway wall
and give or take a year or so
someone will come
and rub it out
delete the words
that hurt my heart
Oh yes, there will remain
a little hurt, a little stain
the memory can still be read
upon the wall
inside my head
Oh - The writing on the wall
(right on)
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall
(write on)
Oh - The writing on the wall
Oh - The writing on the wall...
Maandag 17 januari 1977
Complete Control
Complete Control
Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
They said release 'Remote Control'
But we didn't want it on the label
They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"
The people laughed but the press went mad
Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in
I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again
At every hotel we was met by the Law
Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free
When we signed that bit of paper
They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast
They're dirty, they're filthy
They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking
I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Total
C-o-n control - that means you!
Maandag 17 januari 1977
Rosalita
