Maandag 13 maart 1972
Tango Do Covil
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Maandag 13 maart 1972
Mrs. Thursday
Mrs. Thursday
Composer(s): Davies; Dymond; Harman
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
Shall I return at six o'clock as usual my lady?
Yes James, that would be lovely
Mrs. Thursday came to tea at the same locality
as she did last week, and the week before
There was a band who were grand on the stand playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Have you heard that misses Payne is expecting once again
How man' is that now?
I think it's seven
Seven? Seven?
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Who's that knockin at the door?
It's the reverend of the law, he's late as usual, but just in time
to hear the band who were grand on the stand, keep on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Tea and cottage on the lawn, Mrs. Thurday gives a yawn and thinks sadly
It's time to go but the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Talked and talked and talked ...
Maandag 13 maart 1972
Go, Mississippi
Go, Mississippi
Composer(s): Houston Davis
States may sing their songs of praise
With waving flags and hip-hoo-rays
Let cymbals crash and let bells ring
'Cause here's one song I'm proud to sing
Go, Mississippi, keep rolling along
Go, Mississippi, you cannot go wrong
Go, Mississippi, we're singing your song
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, you're on the right track
Go, Mississippi, and this is a fact
Go, Mississippi, you'll never look back
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, straight down the line
Go, Mississippi, ev'rything's fine
Go, MIssissippi, it's your state and mine
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, continue to roll
Go, Mississippi, the top is the goal
Go, Mississippi, you'll have and you'll hold
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, get up and go
Go, Mississippi, let the world know
That our Mississippi is leading the show
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Tango Delle Rose
Tango Delle Rose
Composer(s): Aldo Bottero - Carol Raven - Filippo Schreier
Performer(s): Connie Francis
and multiple other artists
Là, là tra le rose e i fior
l'idillio incominciò
e furon baci
carezze audaci
poi le follie della passion
"T'amo", ella sussurra
e un bacio ardente la fa tremar
Ed al suo dolce amor
sussurra ognor così
"Amami! Baciami con passione!
Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor!
Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore
presto fiorisce e presto muore
E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Ma, ma venne un triste dì
e il loro amor finì
come una rosa
dal gelo uccisa
la sua bellezza presto sfiorì
Folle, nel giardin di rose
si strugge invano nel suo dolor
Piange e come allor
canta al perduto amor
"Amami! Baciami con passione!
Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor!
Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore
presto fiorisce e presto muore
E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter
Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter
Composer(s): Trevor Peacock
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter
Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare
But it's sad, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
She wants to return those things I bought her
Tell her she can keep them just the same
Things have changed, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Go, Jimmy, Go
Go, Jimmy, Go
Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Jimmy Clanton;
Alton Ellis; Bob Marley; Del Shannon
I told her when it comes to talking
I'm the sweetest sweet-talker in the world
She said you better start talking if you want me to be your girl
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
I told when it comes to dancing
I'm the best young dancer in the land
Well, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes
And then she took my hand
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
I told her when it comes to kissing
I ain't nothing but a kissing fool
She started to giggle when I told her that I'd teach her
Things she'd never learn in school
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
"Go, Jimmy, go"
"Go, Jimmy, go"
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Tango De Nancy
Tango De Nancy
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edu Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quem sou eu para falar de amor
Se o amor me consumiu até a espinha
Dos meus feijos que falar
Dos desejos de queimar
E dos beijos que apagaram os desejos que eu tinha
Quem sou eu para falar de amor
Se de tanto me entregar nunca fui minha
O amor jamais foi meu
O amor me conheceu
Se esfregou na minha vida
E me deixou assim
Homens, eu nem fiz a soma
De quantos rolaram no meu camarim
Bocas chegavam a Roma pasando por mim
Ela de braços abertos
Fazendo promessas
Meus deuses, enfim!
Eles gozando depressa
E cheirando a gim
Eles querendo na hora
Por dentro, por fora
Por cima e por trás
Juro por Deus, de pés juntos
Que nunca mais
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Mr. Zero
Mr. Zero
Composer(s): Bob Lind
Performer(s): The Yardbirds
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down
Trains with white letters on black iron sides
And white rushing water that all rolls away
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay
Everyone's moving, with places to go
And Mr. Zero, he sadly stands still
As the water goes one way, the train goes another
Mr. Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness
The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn
Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone
Fast moving cars disappear down the highway
With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb"
Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the curb
Morning has faded, and shadows have grown
And Little Miss Someone is on her way home
Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies above
And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday
And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall
They all die in the air like a soft minor chord
A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board
Mr. Zero is wrapping his jacket around him
Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago
But Little Miss Someone does not want to know
The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf
Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to himself
It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed
The charades are all done, Mr. Zero has lost
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Go Your Own Way
Go Your Own Way
Composer(s): Lindsey Buckingham
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac;
and various other artists
Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do
If I could
Baby I'd give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
go your own way
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Tango Caribe
Tango Caribe
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
No me gusta pararme en las esquinas
ni me gusta que me apunten con el dedo
No me gusta que me saquen de la fila
ni pelear para llegar siempre primero
No me gustan lo refugios antiaéreos
ni me gusta ver el cielo, de rodillas
No me gusta que fabriquen cementerios
esos hombres que prometen pesadillas
Y si a usted señor
no le ha gustado esta confesión
fúmese un puro bébase un ron
no tenga miedo a esta reflexión
Porque en la vida siempre hay para elegir
una paloma vale menos que un misil
dos niños negros valen por un Rin tin tin
la Coca Cola mucho más que el porvenir
Pero en la vida siempre hay para elegir
un cigarrillo vale mas que el corazón
pájaro en mano mucho más que la ilusión
una moneda vale más que el que la usó
Yo valgo igual que vos
Yo valgo igual que vos
No me gustan los cerebros programados
porque creo en el milagro de lo humano
No me gusta ver el mundo en telediarios
pues parece una manzana con gusanos
No me gustan los programas recortados
las ideas no se cortan con tijeras
No me gusta ver sufrir a mis hermanos
ni apretarse el cinturón por deuda ajena
Y si a usted señor
no le ha gustado esta confesión
fúmese un puro bébase un ron
no tenga miedo a esta reflexión...
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Mr. Wonderful
Mr. Wonderful
Composer(s): Jerry Bock; George David Weiss; Larry Holofcener
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
and various other artists
Why this feeling, why this glow
Why the thrill when you say "Hello"
It's a strange and tender magic you do
Mister Wonderful, that's you
Why this trembling when you speak
Why this joy when you touch my cheek
I must tell you what my heart knows is true
Mister Wonderful, that's you
And why this longing to know your charms
To spend forever here in your arms
Oh, there's much more I could say
But the words keep slipping away
And I'm left with only one point of view
Mister Wonderful, that's you
One more thing, then I'm through
Mister Wonderful, Mister Wonderful
Mister Wonderful, I love you
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Go Where You Wanna Go
Go Where You Wanna Go
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas;
The 5th Dimension; The Overlanders
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand
That a girl like me can love just one man
Three thousand miles, that's how far you'll go
And you said to me "Please don't follow"
'cause you got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand
That a girl like me can love just one man
You' been gone a week, and I tried so hard
Not to be the crying kind
Not to be the girl you left behind
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Tango (Michel Fugain)
Tango
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
C'est comme un coup au ventre
La nuit qui entre
Et fait battre le sang
Comme un volcan
À l'heure où dans les rues
Les pas perdus
cherchent l'ivresse ou l'inconnu
Je veux traîner encore
Là, dans le décor
De ces histoires
Du fond des bars
Sur un air de bandonéon
Et les yeux dans les néons
Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango
Quand j'entends cette voix
Qui cogne au cœur, là
Qui compte les temps
Par quatre ou par trois
Je sens brûler la flamme
Contre mes hanches
D'un corps de femme
Qui se déhanche
Je veux chanter la plainte
Où l'amour suinte
De chaque note, à chaque pas
À l'heure où se confondent encore
Et l'Amour, et la Mort
Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Mr. Walker, It's All Over
Mr. Walker, It's All Over
Composer(s): Gene Crysler
Performer(s): Billie Jo Spears; Lynn Anderson
I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket
And a yen to see New York
I typed eighty words a minute
So your corporation let me go to work
I fetch paper clips and coffee
Even help you dodge your domineering wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
In this building there's a crowd o' guys
With old familiar thoughts upon their minds
Yeah, an' that's a lot of hands a-reaching out
To grab the things that I consider mine
And the president persues me
Even though he's old and hair a-turnin' white
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village
That I took because the subway wasn't far
Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs
And below me there's a jumpin' all night bar
And to frost the bitter cake
I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Your sweetheart in personnel
Said I should give her written notice like the rest
So I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick
Right across her big expensive desk
You'd better call the Times and tell 'em
Put your wanted ad right back in classified
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a Greyhound at the station
And a Mom at home with open arms for me
Garden City's looking better every minute now
Since I have learned to see
And the boy next door don't know it
But come June he's gonna gain himself a wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Eah-oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Mr. Walker ...
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Go West
Go West
Composer(s): Henri Belolo;
Jacques Morali; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People;
and various other artists
Together we will go our way
together we will leave some day
Together your hand in my hand, together we will make the plans
Together we will fly so high, together tell our friends goodbye
Together we will start life new, together this is what we'll do
Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do
Go west, sun in winter time
Go west, we will do just fine
Go wes t where the skies are blue
Go west, this and more we'll do
Together we will love the beach, together we will learn and teach
Together change our pace of life, together we will work and strive
I love you, I know you love me
I want you happy and carefree
So that's why I have no protest when you say you want to go west
Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do
Go west, sun in winter time
Go west, we will do just fine
Go west where the skies are blue
Go west, this and more we'll do
I know that there are many ways to live there in the sun or shade
Together we will find a place to settle down and live with the space
without the busy pace back east, the hustling, rustling of the feet
I know I'm ready to leave too, so this is what we're going to do
Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do
Go west, sun in winter time
Go west, we will do just fine
Go west where the skies are blue
Go west, this and more we'll do
Go west...(repeat & fade)
Woensdag 8 maart 1972
Tangled Up Puppet
Tangled Up Puppet
Composer(s): Harry Chapin - Sandy Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin; Terry Klausner
I'm a tangled up puppet
Spinning round in knots
And the more I see what I used to be
The less of you I've got
There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild
Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello
Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go
You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs of love"
For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove
Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own
But you just turn away and say "please leave me alone"
And I'm a tangled up puppet
All hanging in your strings
I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
Fluttering my wings
And the more that I keep dancing
And spinning round in knots
The more I see what I used to be
And the less of you I've got
You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things
You keep changing your moods like your earrings and rings
But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard
Just for a moment I caught you off guard
But now you write your secret poems
In a room just for your dreams
You don't find time to talk to me
About the things you mean
And what I mean is
I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts
And find the grace and form of a fine work of art
Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own
Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all alone
Woensdag 8 maart 1972
Mr. Tenor Man
Mr. Tenor Man
Composer(s): Gregory Carrol; Earl Jackson
Performer(s): Lou Christie
They talk about the bass man, he had success
Oh what they say about him, I couldn't care less
But I'm a tenor man and a-don't you forget
That I have got the sound that the kids love best
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)
They all come around and we hit the town
They never start screamin' till they hear this sound
Now I don't care about a "boom boom boom"
They don't start to swoon till they hear me croon
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)
They talk about tenors day and night
Don't care if the sound is wrong or right
All I have to do is open my mouth
Everybody wants to jump and shout
Now, Mr. Bass Man, before you go
Let me hear you "boom boom" just once more
Together now!
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)
Woensdag 8 maart 1972
Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep
Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Fred Spielman
Performer(s):
Arthur Godfrey & Mary Martin; Betty Garrett
(~ denotes male singer)
~I shut off the heat, I put out the cat
~I did everything like you said
My darling, you see, there's no doubt of that
Now will you go to bed?
~Say, honey?
I'm trying to sleep
~You know what?
I'm sure it'll keep
~They're talking of raising the taxes
You're getting off cheap
~But my profits are small
I know
~Politicians are all
I know, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~OK
Oh baby?
~What is it, my dear?
You're snoring
~Put stuff in your ear!
My mother is thinking of travelling
~Make sure she goes west
But our home's in the east
~I know
I just think you're a beast
~I know, go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep
~I ran into your girlfriend, Kitty, she's pretty
How d'ya tell?
~I asked her to bring George to dinner, he's thinner
Now ain't that swell
~Oh, sweetheart?
Where's something to throw?
~I love you
Now that's nice to know
~I'm glad that it's you that I married
I'm warning you, Joe!
~Our two daughters are grand
I know
~But that ain't what we planned
Now Joe, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
How d'ya like him!
Keeps me awake and now he goes to sleep!
They've got a sale on fur in town, now
Don't frown now
~I'm not sore
They give you eighteen months to pay, dear
OK dear?
~Order four!
Oh, poochie?
~All right, I give in
I love you
~I give up, you win
I'm glad that it's you that I married
~Stop tickling my chin
You can go back to sleep
~Oh, no
You were right, it can keep
~Oh, no
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
(Both) Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep
Dinsdag 7 maart 1972
Tangled Up In Blue
Tangled Up In Blue
((Dutch Version: Prachtig In Het Blauw (Bart Peeters) - 2002))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue
Dinsdag 7 maart 1972
Mr. Tanner
