Zondag 27 augustus 1972
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Zondag 27 augustus 1972
My Guy
My Guy
French Title: Ma Fille
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
Originally performed by: Mary Wells
Covered by various other artists
Nothing you could say could take me away from my guy
Nothing you could do, 'cuz I'm stuck like glue to my guy
I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
Like birds of a feather we stick together
I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he's tops
My opinion is he's the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste to be exact
He's my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy
Zondag 27 augustus 1972
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
Composer(s): Charles Mingus; Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Charles Mingus;
and various other artists
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
Cellars and chitlins'
When Lester took him a wife
Arm and arm went black and white
And some saw red
And drove them from their hotel bed
Love is never easy
It's short of the hope we have for happiness
Bright and sweet
Love is never easy street!
Now we are black and white
Embracing out in the lunatic New York night
It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
Children are up dancing in the streets
In the sticky middle of the night
Summer serenade
Of taxi horns and fun arcades
Where right or wrong
Under neon
Every feeling goes on!
For you and me
The sidewalk is a history book
And a circus
Dangerous clowns
Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions
They have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
In taxi horns and brakes
Now Charlie's down in Mexico
With the healers
So the sidewalk leads us with music
To two little dancers
Dancing outside a black bar
There's a sign up on the awning
It says "Pork Pie Hat Bar"
And there's black babies dancing
Tonight
Zaterdag 26 augustus 1972
Telecide
Telecide
Composer(s): Cotton Bend - Fee Waybill - Vince Welnick
Performer(s): The Tubes
Listen boys and girls
About the other world
It's just a day job
Night job
Odd job
Nose job
Hand job
Blow job
Rack job
Snow job
Boring 9-to-5 job
Rather have a knob job
Things get too inertial
No time for commercials
I'd rather be a clone
I guess I'm going home
To visit Kojak
Gong Show
Happy Days
Adam-12
Edge Of Night
Love Of Life
Merv and Mike
Good Times
Make A Deal
Charlie's Angels
Family Feud
Feeling so much thinner
I need a TV dinner
I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's a television suicide
Please stand by
We're coming to you live
'Cause we got news
Hot news
Flash news
Trash news
Funny news
Stupid news
Comprehensive overviews
Eyewitness TV news
Brought to you by Gucci shoes
This one is so juicy
We're pre-empting Lucy
Coming down the street
The sound of running feet
He's at the front door
Back door
Side door
Cellar door
First floor
Second floor
Third floor
Bedroom door
Throws himself across the floor
Turns it on to Channel 4
Stay tuned to this channel
For our all-star panel
I used to know him
He seemed like a regular guy
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's another case of telecide
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's a television suicide
Zaterdag 26 augustus 1972
My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Originally performed by: Frank Zappa
Covered by various other artists
You know, your mama and your daddy
Saying I'm no good to you
They call me dirty from the alley
Till I don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"
I can't take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren't there
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"
Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren't there
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Zaterdag 26 augustus 1972
Goodbye Old Paint
Goodbye Old Paint
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Roy Rogers;
and various other artists
Cheyenne, Cheyenne, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
My foot's in the stirrup, my rein in my hand
I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away
We ride all day ´till the sun´s going down
I´m gonna be glad to get out of this town
Vrijdag 25 augustus 1972
Tel Qu'il Est
Tel Qu'il Est
Composer(s): Maurice Alexander - Maurice Vander
Performer(s): Fréhel
and multiple other artists
J'avais rêvé d'avoir un homme
un vrai de vrai, bien balancé
mais je suis chipée pour la pomme
d'un avorton, complet'ment j'té
Ce n'est pas un Apollon mon Jules
il n'est pas taillé comme un Hercule
Malgré qu'il ait bien des défauts
C'est lui que j'ai dans la peau
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
Il me fait de l'effet
Et je l'aime
C'est un vrai gringalet
aussi laid qu'un basset
mais je l'aime
Il est bancal
du coté cérébral
mais ça m'est bien égal
qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet
ses quinquets sont en biais
C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
il me plaît
Il est carré mais ses épaules
par du carton, sont rembourrées
Quand il est tout nu ça fait drôle
On n'en voit plus que la moitié
Il n'a pas un seul poil sur la tête
mais il en a plein sur les gambettes
Et celui qu'il a dans la main
c'est pas du poil c'est du crin
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
Il me fait de l'effet
Et je l'aime
C'est un vrai gringalet
aussi laid qu'un basset
mais je l'aime
Il est bancal
du coté cérébral
mais ça m'est bien égal
qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet
ses quinquets sont en biais
C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
il me plaît
Le travail pour lui c'est la chose
la plus sacrée, il y touche pas
Pour tenir le coup il se dose
de quintonine, à tous les r'pas
Ce qui n'est pas marrant c'est qu'il ronfle
on dirait un pneu qui se dégonfle
Et quand il faut se bagarrer
il est encore dégonflé
Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
Il me fait de l'effet
Et je l'aime
C'est un vrai gringalet
aussi laid qu'un basset
mais je l'aime
Il est bancal
du coté cérébral
mais ça m'est bien égal
qu'il ait l'air anormal
C'est complet, il est muet
ses quinquets sont en biais
C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
il me plaît
Vrijdag 25 augustus 1972
My Grandfather's Girl
My Grandfather's Girl
Composer(s): Will A. Dillon
I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear
I can see her still
Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham gown
when she rode with dear old grandpa into town
Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true
Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night
that filled up your stocking with such delight?
'twas grandma, 'twas grandma
I know because, she was always a good old Santa Claus
The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them all to you
My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl
and she lived in the house on the hill
My granddaddy first met his first little girl
down by the old red mill
And together they wandered down the lane
to the church where she changed her name
A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl
yes, she was a grand old girl!
Vrijdag 25 augustus 1972
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye (German Version)
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire
Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Hör den Wind der sein Lied dir singt
Er weiß, dass ich heute von dir geh'
Weine nicht wenn der Abschied kommt
Denn Tränen tun so weh
Goodbye my love goodbye
Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
Mit dir allein, war schön
Goodbye my love goodbye
Das Glück wird nie vergehn
Ich bleib dir treu
Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Überall werd ich einsam sein
Denn dich vergessen kann ich nie
Nur der Wind er begleitet mich
Mit seiner Melodie
Goodbye my love goodbye
Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
Mit dir allein, war schön
Goodbye my love goodbye
Das Glück wird nie vergehn
Ich bleib dir treu
Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Goodbye my love goodbye
Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
Mit dir allein, war schön
Goodbye my love goodbye
Das Glück wird nie vergehn
Ich bleib dir treu
Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn
Donderdag 24 augustus 1972
Tegen Beter Weten In
Tegen Beter Weten In
Performer(s): Astrid Nijgh
Ik was klein en ons tuintje was de wereld
een zandbak met een schutting eromheen
Wat erachter was, dat mocht ik zelf verzinnen
een grote tuin vol bloemen en een zon die altijd scheen
En dat bleef zo al ontdekte ik ook later
dat er niets was dan wat onkruid en wat puin
Want de werkelijkheid heeft immers niets te maken
met die zelfbedachte echte bloementuin
Van de wereld was die schutting wel het einde
van mijn eigen wereld was hij het begin
En daar bleef ik in geloven
tegen beter weten in
Op het lyceum zat ik jarenlang gevangen
als een vreemde vage vlinder in de klas
In mijn dagboek schreef ik wilde toekomstdromen
want na het eindexamen begon het leven pas
En al liep ik later eenzaam vele blauwtjes
ergens op een koude kamer in de stad
Ik wist zeker: morgen zou het echt beginnen
het grootse leven dat ik voor me had
Het van vroeger was vandaag altijd het einde
van iets beters en iets nieuws steeds het begin
En daar bleef ik in geloven
tegen beter weten in
En zo kwam ik steeds bij weer een nieuwe schutting
met daarachter weer een ander paradijs
En steeds bleek dat weer een veld vol distels
En zo werd ik langzaam ouder en heel erg langzaam wijs
Maar al ben ik dan toch wat men noemt volwassen
en schuttingen, daar kijk ik overheen
wanneer ze zeggen: eens wordt alles anders
en eens dan worden alle mensen een
En er is geen einde aan het laatste einde
er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin
dat zal ik dan onmiddellijk geloven
tegen beter weten in
Er is geen einde aan het laatste einde
er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin
dat zal ik altijd wel geloven
tegen beter weten in
tegen beter weten in
tegen beter weten in
tegen beter weten in
Donderdag 24 augustus 1972
My Grandfather's Clock
My Grandfather's Clock (aka Grandfather's Clock)
Composer(s): Henry Clay Work
Performer(s): Hank Snow
and various other artists
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent while a boy
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time
And had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place
Not a frown upon its face
And its hand never hung by its side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Donderdag 24 augustus 1972
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye (English Version)
Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire
Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd
Performer(s): Demis Roussos;
and various other artists
Hear the wind sing a sad old song
It knows I'm leaving you today
Please don't cry or my heart will break
When I go on my way
Goodbye my love, goodbye
Goodbye and au revoir
As long as you'll remember me
I'll never be too far
Goodbye my love, goodbye
I always will be true
So hold me in your dreams
Till I come back to you
See the stars in the skies above
They'll shine wherever I may roam
I will pray ev'ry lonely night
That soon they'll guide me home
Goodbye my love, goodbye
Goodbye and aurevoir
As long as you'll remember me
I'll never be too far
Goodbye my love, goodbye
I always will be true
So hold me in your dreams
Till I come back to you ....
Woensdag 23 augustus 1972
Teenie Weenie Boppie
Teenie Weenie Boppie
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): France Gall; Free Kitten
Teenie Weenie Boppie
A pris du LSD
Un sucre et la voici
Au bord de la folie
Une Rolls la frôle de son aile
Un prince du rock est au volant
Il lui fait signe agitant vers elle
Ses fines dentelles et ses volants
Teenie Weenie Boppie
A pris du LSD
Un sucre et la voici
À terre évanouie
Un grand garçon en habit sudiste
Lui tend ses deux mains gantées de blanc
À son doigt une mauve améthyste
En la griffant s'est teintée de blanc
Teenie Weenie Boppie
A pris du LSD
Un sucre et la voici
Déjà à l'agonie
Que sont ces fleurs aux couleurs exquises
Qui dérivent au fil du courant
C'est Mike Jagger qui dans la Tamise
S'est noyé dans ses beaux vêtements
Teenie Weenie Boppie
Est morte dans la nuit
De quoi, mais d'avoir pris
Une dose de LSD
Woensdag 23 augustus 1972
My Girl's Pussy
My Girl's Pussy
Performer(s): Roger Crumb & His Cheap Suit Serenaders
and various other artists
There’s one pet I like to pet
And every evening, we get set
I stroke it every chance I get
It’s my girl’s pussy
Seldom plays and never purrs
But I love the thoughts it stirs
And I like it ‘cause it’s hers
It’s my girl’s pussy
Often, it goes out at night – returns at break of dawn
No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always nice and warm
I bring tidbits that it loves
We spoon like two turtledoves
I take care to remove my gloves
When stroking my girl’s pussy
What a precious thing to handle
No one else could hold a candle
********* lovable and sweet!
There’s one pet I’d like to pet
And every evening, we get wet
I stroke it every chance I get
It’s my girl’s pussy
Seldom plays and never purrs
But I like the thoughts it stirs
And I never mind because it’s hers
It’s my girl’s pussy
Often, it goes out at night – returns at break of dawn
No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always nice and warm!
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Never dirty – Always clean
At giving thrills, it’s never mean
That it’s the best I’ve ever seen
It’s my girl’s pussy
It’s my girl’s pussy
It’s my girl’s pussy
It’s my girl’s pussy
Woensdag 23 augustus 1972
Goodbye My Love (Jimmy Frey)
Goodbye My Love
Composer(s): Tony & Wando Lam; Nelly Byl
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Vreemd dat je vandaag zoveel beloofd
Een woordje meer en je bent verloofd
Is het de liefde die ontwaakt
Die jou zo onvoorzichtig maakt
Maar je weet heel goed
Er komt altijd een dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen
Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Zij groet elke morgen met een lach
Je vindt haar steeds voor je iedere dag
De liefde straalt op haar gelaat
Er is niets dat haar beter staat
Maar wat zij ook doet
Er komt altijd een dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen
Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Nu scheppen haar ogen reeds verdriet
Je raadt wel waarom, al zegt zij het niet
Het is de liefde die stilaan vergaat
Die haar zo ongelukkig maakt
En je weet heel goed
Het is precies de dag dat je zeggen moet
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen
Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Goodbye my love, ik moet ver van je heen
Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Goodbye my love en dan blijft zij alleen
Dinsdag 22 augustus 1972
Teenage Wildlife
Teenage Wildlife
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie
Well, how come you only want tomorrow
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire - I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your luck, still you push, still you push your
luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys
Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh ho ho ho ho ho
As ugly as a teenage millionaire
Pretending it's a whizz kid world
You'll take me aside, and say
"Well, David, what shall I do?
They wait for me in the hallway"
I'll say "Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways"
But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
I feel like a group of one, no-no
They can't do this to me
I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife
Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
And you're alone for maybe the last time
And you breathe for a long time
Then you howl like a wolf in a trap
And you daren't look behind
You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree
And look up one time at that vast blue sky
Scream out aloud as they shoot you down
No no, I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
And no one will have seen and no one will confess
The fingerprints will prove that you coudn't pass the test
There'll be others on the line filing past, who'll whisper low
I miss you he really had to go
Well each to his own, he was
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh
Another piece of teenage wild...
Wild
Wild
Wild
Dinsdag 22 augustus 1972
My Girl's A Rhythm Fan
My Girl's A Rhythm Fan
Composer(s): Box; Cox; Roberts
Performer(s): Harry Roy
My girl’s a rhythm fan
And when we go dancing,
She sits in a corner like little Jack Horner
And listens to the Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da
Of the band
My girl’s a rhythm fan
When I take her diving she can’t get romantic
She’s driving me frantic, all she’ll do is
Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da with the band
Oh. I never get a kiss, I never get a thrill
When the lights are low
You can’t make love when the turtle dove
Goes skiddly-diddly-diddly-diddly-doh
My girl’s a rhythm fan
Home in the evening she seems to be tireless
She’ll turn on the wireless and listen to the
Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da of the band
Dinsdag 22 augustus 1972
Goodbye My Love (James Brown)
Goodbye My Love
Composer(s): James Brown
Performer(s): James Brown
You know sometimes a man
Or a woman makes a mistake
Try to find a reason for making a mistake
But there is no reason for making a mistake
The only thing you do is when
You make a mistake is say I'm sorry
Take a man or a woman to say I'm sorry
And it takes a fool to walk away
So right here I want to say I'm sorry
I don't know where you are
But you know I need you
Now there's one more thing I'd like to say right here
I could say goodbye, you just don't understand
I could say baby I believe you got another man
And that I could say I just can't help myself
But I wouldn't be a man
And that I could say maybe we don't have nothing left
But I want you to know I still love you
Oh no matter where you go, I still love you
Oh, oh take it down Jimmy
Goodbye my love, throwing me away
Goodbye my love
There's one more thing you know to have
Someone to worry when you're wrong
Feel the need of a real person
When your friends drop you behind
To kill your anger just by being nice and kind
I could say if you leave it wouldn't bother me
But I know that would be a lie
Cause baby deep down you bother me
But I want you to know and I don't care who knows
I still love you
Woa, oh, I still love you
Oh, oh take it down Jimmy
Oh, oh take it down Jimmy look a here
Maandag 21 augustus 1972
Teenage Party
Teenage Party
Composer(s): Lionel Bart - Mike Pratt - Tommy Steele
Performer(s): Tommy Steele
Gonna have a teenage party
We're gonna have a teenage time
We're gonna make it high and hearty
If you're ready, that's fine
Really rock and jive together
Really take the floor together
Really stay alive together
Whether you're ready or not, not, rock!
Walk down a teenage passage
Open up a teenage door
Soon you'll get the teenage message
Rockin' thru the floor
Take a note, unquote
Take a line, that's fine
From the top, woo-oo-oo-ooh, full stop, rock!
We're gonna have a teenage party
We're gonna have a teenage rave
We're gonna make it high and hearty
Just think of all the sleep you save
Really rock an' jive, oh-oh-oh
Really stay alive, oh-oh-oh
Really rock the floor, oh-oh-oh
Whether you're ready or not-not-a-not-a-rock!
We're gonna have a teenage party
We're gonna have a teenage time
We're gonna make it high and hearty
If you're ready, that's fine
Maandag 21 augustus 1972
My Girl Josephine
