Zondag 4 december 1977
Those Magic Changes
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Those Magic Changes
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Zondag 4 december 1977
Crumblin' Down
Crumblin' Down
Composer(s): G.C. Green - John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp
Some people ain't no damn good
You can't trust 'em
You can't love em
No good deed goes unpunished
And I don't mind being their whipping boy
I've had that pleasure
For years and years
No, no I never was a sinner
Tell me what else can I do
Second best is what you get
'Til you learn to bend the rules
Time respects no person
And when you lift up must fall
They're waiting outside
To claim my crumblin' walls
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don't want to treat me the same
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy
That I'm uneducated
And my opinipn means nothin'
But I know I'm a real good dancer
Don't need to look over my shoulder
To see what I'm after
Everybody's got their problems
Ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble
You've been having for years
Don't confuse the problem
With the issue, girl
It's perfectly clear
Just a human desire
To have you come near
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down
When the walls
Come (tumblin' down)
When the walls
Come (rumblin', rumblin')
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down
Zondag 4 december 1977
Je Bois
Je Bois
English & Italian Titles:
I Drink; Io Bevo
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je bois pour oublier mes années d'infortune
Et cette vie commune
Avec toi mais si seul
Je bois pour me donner l'illusion que j'existe
Puisque trop égoïste
Pour me péter la gueule
Et je lève mon verre à nos cœurs en faillite
Nos illusions détruites
A ma fuite en avant
Et je trinque à l'enfer qui dans mon foie s'impose
En bouquet de cirrhose
Que j'arrose en buvant
Je bois au jour le jour à tes fautes, à mes fautes
Au temps que côte à côte
Il nous faut vivre encore
Je bois à nos amours ambigus, diaboliques
Souvent tragi-comiques
Nos silences de mort
A nos unions ratées, mesquines et pitoyables
A ton corps insatiable
Roulant de lit en lit
A ce serment, prêté la main sur l'Évangile
A ton ventre stérile
Qui n'eut jamais de fruit
Je bois pour échapper à ma vie insipide
Je bois jusqu'au suicide
Le dégoût la torpeur
Je bois pour m'enivrer et vomir mes principes
Libérant de mes tripes
Ce que j'ai sur le cœur
Au bonheur avorté, à moi, à mes complexes
A toi, tout feu, tout sexe
A tes nombreux amants
A ma peau boursouflée, striée de couperose
Et à la ménopause
Qui te guette au tournant
Je bois au lois bénies de la vie conjugale
Qui de peur de scandale
Poussent à faire semblant
Je bois jusqu'à la lie aux étreintes sommaires
Aux putes exemplaires
Aux froids accouplements
Au meilleur de la vie qui par lambeaux nous quitte
A cette cellulite
Dont ton corps se dépare
Au devoir accompli comme deux automates
Aux ennuis de prostate
Que j'aurais tôt ou tard
Je bois à en crever et peu à peu j'en crève
Comme ont crevé mes rêves
Quand l'amour m'a trahi
Je bois à m'en damner le foie comme une éponge
Car le mal qui me ronge
Est le mal de l'oubli
Je m'enivre surtout pour mieux noyer ma peine
Et conjurer la haine
Dont nous sommes la proie
Et le bois comme un trou qu'est en tout point semblable
A celui que le diable
Te fait creuser pour moi
Je bois mon Dieu, je bois
Un peu par habitude
Beaucoup de solitude
Et pour t'oublier toi
Et pour t'emmerder toi
Je bois, je bois
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin'
You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
You'll wish that summer could always be here
You'll wish that summer could always be here
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Cruising Down The River
Cruising Down The River
Composer(s): Eily Beadell - Nell Tollerton
Performer(s): Russ Morgan
and multiple other artists
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
With one you love, the sun above
Waiting for the moon
The old accordian playing
A sentimental tune
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
The birds above, all sing of love
A gentle sweet refrain
The winds around, all make a sound
Like softly falling rain ...
Just two of us together
We'll plan our honeymoon
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Je Blijft Me Lief
Je Blijft Me Lief
Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos
Refrein:
Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je vrij, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan je bent vrij man
Maar komt terug,… zo nu en dan
Ik weet het wel, jij wilt geen al te vaste band
Jij houdt de liefde in de hand
Ik weet het wel jij leeft van dag tot dag, tot dag
Je gaat niet zomaar over stag
Refrein:
Ik weet het wel, jij vind dat ik weer spoken zie
Als ik je vraag waar of je was en met wie
Ik weet het wel, ik zie het niet zo erg reëel
Misschien wil ik, wel, veel te veel
refrein
Ik weet het wel, je bent me lang niet altijd trouw
En toch hou ik alleen van jouw
Ik weet het wel, je hebt het mij al vaak gezegd
Je bent toch erg, aan, mij, gehecht
Refrein:
Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je gaan, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan op jouw advies
Dan ben ik bang ... dat ik je zo verlies
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Those Days Are Over
Those Days Are Over
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Edward P. Moran - Harry Von Tilzer
Let's take a look in memry's book back to the days of yore
Back to the school old swimmin' pool wel'll just be kids once more
Let's wander back where we used to sit and dram
Down by the old mill stream
Let's climb the hill down by the mill pile on the old bob sled
Coasting we'll go roll in the snow until our cheeks grow red
Oh for the days of the olden golden pas
They were too good to last
Where are the days of long ago?
Those days are over those days are over all over
Where is the barefoot bashful beau? the one who wrote "I love you so"
Oh! Sweet childhood days so dear to you and me
Sweet wildwood ways are just a memory
Gee! but it makes me sad some how
Those days are over over now
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Cruisin' (Smokey Robinson)
Cruisin'
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson - Marvin Tarplin
First release by: Smokey Robinson - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Baby let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so
Let the music take your mind, ooh
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're goin' my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Baby tonight belongs to us
Everything's right, do what you must
And inch by inch we get closer and closer
To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So
Let the music take your mind
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruise with me baby
Cruise
Baby let's cruise
Let's flow, let's glide
Ooooh let's open up, and go inside
And if you want it you got it forever
I can just stay there inside you
And love you baby
Let the music, take your mind
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly (away)
Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way
I love it, when we're cruisin together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for (love)
I love it, I love it, I love it
You're gonna fly away
Yeah, glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
(The music is played for love)
It's love music
(Cruisin' is made for love) ...
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Une rue sans joie où les sbires
Tout seuls ne s'aventurent pas
Un coupe-gorge et même pire
La venelle où traînaient mes pas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et cett' rue je l'ai traversée
Comm' l'avenue des Champs-Élysées
{Refrain:}
Je bivouaque au
Pays de Co
cagne depuis
Que j'ai bouté
La vérité
Au fond du puits
Beauté du diable et qui n'inspire
Pas l'envie d'aller en sabbat
Epouvantail et même pire
La fille m'offrant ses appas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et j'ai changé cette petite
En une Vénus Aphrodite
{Refrain}
Quatre anges déchus qui soupirent
Si peu qu'on ne les entend pas
Jamais étreinte ne fut pire
Jamais amour vola si bas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et quittant doucement la terre
Je fus à bon port à Cythère
{Refrain}
Donderdag 1 december 1977
Those Good Old Days Back Home
Those Good Old Days Back Home
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Jimmie Monaco
I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train
I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again
I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams
mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam
you could live around the city years or more
and never get acquainted with the folks next door
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'"
I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb
(I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing
hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay
that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam
you could live around the city years or more
and never even know the folks that live next door
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'"
I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb
(I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Donderdag 1 december 1977
Cruisin' (Lucy And Ramona And Sunset Sam)
Cruisin' (Lucy And Ramona And Sunset Sam)
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): Michael Nesmith
Lucy and Ramona cruisin' thru the jungles of L.A.
Hopin' to promote a dream somewhere along the way
(They're) Rollin' thru the streets looking for a disco
Passin' up the treats from a kid named Cisco
Trying to make connections
With their blemish-free complexions
And just as fate would have it
They ended up with Sunset Sam
Sam was sellin' watches from a suitcase on a TV tray
And Lucy and Ramona were tryin' to figure out if he was gay
The three of them were standing staring at each other
When the light behind their eyes blew each other's cover
The ancient code was branded
And each of them was handed
A ticket to their kingdom
'Cause they saw their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy was from Compton and she met Ramona at a zoo
Ramona was from Brooklyn, but she left when she was twenty-two
Sam was a native of the Arizona desert
But he split when he was slated for some governmental make-work
Their differences subsided when the common bond was sighted
They were all from the same place
That made the famous Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
(Yes it is) Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets just lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Donderdag 1 december 1977
L'École Est Finie
L'École Est Finie
English Title: School's Out
Composer(s): André Salvet;
Jacques Hourdeaux; Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila; Les Poppys
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Nous irons danser ce soir peut-être
Ou bien chahuter tous entre amis
Rien que d'y penser j'en perds la tête
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
J'ai bientôt dix-sept ans un cœur tout neuf
Et des yeux d'ange
Toi tu en as dix-huit mais tu en fais dix-neuf
C'est ça la chance
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
Nous avons pour nous toute la nuit
On s'amusera quoi qu'il advienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Au petit matin devant un crème
Nous pourrons parler de notre vie
Laissons au tableau tous nos problèmes
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Meet Me On The Corner (Lindisfarne)
Meet Me On The Corner
Composer(s): Rod Clements
First release by: Lindisfarne - 1971
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
You won't have met me
So soon you'll forget
So don't mind me tugging at your sleeve
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Lay down your bundles
Of rag and reminders
And spread your wealth on the ground
Well I got time if you deal them mine
I'm just hanging around
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Cruisin' (Billy Connolly)
Cruisin'
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I don't know what I'm doin'
Can't keep my mind off you
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I've been
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
It doesn't matter what I try, these feelings won't go away
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of black
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river so black
The only thing I'm sure of, don't think I'll ever be back
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
English Title: No, I Don't Want To Make War
Composer(s): G. Péram; A. Iser
Performer(s): Les Poppys
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
America, mystère, fantôme, à Cuba, tout est okay
Oh, Calcutta, U.S. go home!
Je refuse, je vous connais
Et je m’amuse, et ça me plait
Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, s’il vous plait
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Bonsoir tristesse, adieu boing!
Où sont le loup et l’agneau?
Je vous comprends monsieur Yarring, mais la fleur a besoin d’eau
Et je suis un petit idiot
Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, et c’est beau
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Those Brown Eyes
Those Brown Eyes
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie - Alan Arkin - Bob Carey - Erik Darling
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
and multiple other artists
One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go"
Not one second would she wait
She kissed my cheek and left my gate
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
One night I met her on the street
I tipped my hat but I could not speak
Another man was by her side
Soon I thought she'd be his bride
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away
Six long years for me she cried
It was her brother by her side
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World
Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World
Composer(s): Johnny Clegg - Bobby Summerfield
Performer(s): Johnny Clegg & Savuka
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trush those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness
Maybe you lose hope too
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
When I feel your small body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
So few years to give you wings to fly
Show you the stars to guide your ship by
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
It's your world so live in it
Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Des Chansons Pop
Des Chansons Pop
Composer(s): F. Bernheim - G. Lajeunesse
Performer(s): Les Poppy's
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
J'ai entendu qu'il y a des garçons
Et puis de filles qui chantent des chansons
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Venez la nuit derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
Nous serons cent ou peut-être cent mille
Nous chanterons le nouvel Évangile
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Dans un grand champ ou le soleil décline
Nous pourrons dire et chanter tous en coeur
Tous réunis ce qu'on a dans le coeur
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
Venez chanter les chants de la sagesse
Venez chanter les chants de la jeunesse
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Maandag 28 november 1977
Prelude: Thoroughly Modern Millie
Prelude: Thoroughly Modern Millie
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
First release by: Julie Andrews - 1967
Millie:
There are those
I suppose
Think we're mad
Heaven knows
The world has gone
To rack and to ruin
What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable
They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able
But the fact is
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Check your personality
Everything today makes yesterday slow
Better face reality
It's not insanity
Says Vanity Fair
In fact, it's stylish
To raise your skirts and bob your hair
In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy
If the boy is kissable
And that tango dance they wouldn't allow
Now is quite permissible
Goodbye, good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Bands are gettin' jazzier
Everything today is starting to go
Cars are gettin' snazzier
Men say it's criminal
What women'll do
What they're forgetting is
This is Nineteen Twenty-Two
Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies?
Isn't it delectable?
Painting lips and pencil lining your brow
Now is quite respectable
Goodbye good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!
Maandag 28 november 1977
Cruel To Be Kind
