Zondag 17 oktober 1971
Gimme That Wine
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Gimme That Wine
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Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag
Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag (aka Aftonbön I Bästa Tv-Fotöljen)
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Drifters
Gode Gud, vad är klockan?
Över två, jag har somnat från TV:n igen
Men tack för filmen, den var bra
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, Jarl Kulle beundrar jag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar, vanlig dag
Tusen tack för att lunchkön var så kort idag
För då hann jag springa
Och köpa skorna som jag ville ha
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, dom passar mej riktigt bra
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Jag blev också glad för lappen från vår nya närbutik
Där Du gav mej tips om extrapris på kaffe
Varje dag sker små under
Men så lätt det är att ta dom för givna
Så lätt att sitta nöjd och bara ta
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, för allt jag har fått idag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Gode Gud, det är sent nu!
Snart halv tre, men hurra!
Det är lördag imorrn och jag kan sova hela dan
Tack ska Du ha, Herre, nu släcker vi, Du och jag
Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
De Morgen
De Morgen
Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - Lennaert H. Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
De dag komt, liefste, de dag
De zon door de gordijnen, dromen die verdwijnen
Ik weet dat je niet blijven mag
Word wakker, liefste, 't is licht
Je haren op het kussen, je mond en daartussen
De schaduwen op je gezicht
Tot morgen, liefste, misschien
Nu zachtjes naar beneden, niet kraken met de treden
Mijn hospes mag jou niet zien
Want hij en alle and'ren, liefste, proberen telkens weer
Om ons te veranderen in een dame en een heer
Die altijd netjes blijven, liefste, en nooit gevaarlijk doen
Zich nooit door hartstocht laten drijven, liefste, behalve soms een zoen
Toch gaan we, liefste, onze gang
Als ik kon dan trouw ik met je, want dat wou ik
Dat weet je toch, al sinds zo lang
Ook zonder dat, liefste, ook dan
Kan ik van je houden, zonder je te trouwen
Ben jij mijn vrouw en ik je man
De liefde, liefste, is sterk
Sterker dan de mensen die alles netjes wensen
Met door de week de zaak en zondags kerk
Ik doe de ramen open, liefste, de straat is leeg en stil
Ik zie je buiten lopen, liefste, ons bed is leeg en kil
Nu je weg bent zal ik dromen, liefste, van wat ik moest en zou
Tot je terug zal komen, liefste, droom ik alleen van jou
Zaterdag 16 oktober 1971
Gimme Some Truth
Gimme Some Truth
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon;
and various other artists
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Tache D'huile
Tache D'huile
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Six heures du matin
J'ouvre la station service
Et là, j'vois passer au loin
L'car de police
Une fille dans une caisse
J'veux pas d'chèque
J'prends qu'les espèces
Un sourire pour le service
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
Voilà à quoi ma vie r'ssemble
Rock'n roll syndrome des villes
Si t'étais pas là, j'serais qu'une tache d'huile
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence
Mazout en réminiscence
Rock'n roll fantôme des villes
Si t'étais pas la, j'serais qu'une tache d'huilé
Ouh! V'la un loubard
Doit être nouveau dans le métier
Une recette ça se braque le soir
Faudra repasser
La fille dans la caisse
L'attend, j'la vois qui balise
Ils ont loupé leur western
Hors-la-loi hors service
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Morena Mía
Morena Mía
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Massimo Grilli; Lanfranco Sorrario
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Morena mía
Voy a contarte hasta diez
Uno es el sol que te alumbra
Dos tus piernas que mandan
Somos tres en tu cama, tres
Morena mía
El cuarto viene después
Cinco tus continentes
Seis mis medias farreas de mis medios calientes
Sigo contando ahorita
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Morena mía
Siete son los pecados cometidos
Suman ocho conmigo
Nueve los que te cobro
Mas de diez es sentido
Y por mi parte sobra darte lo que me das
Dámelo bien
Un poco aquí, un poco a quién
Cuando tu boca me toca
Me pone y me provoca
Me muerde y me destroza
Toda siempre es poca
Y muévete bien, que nadie como tu sabe hacer café
Morena agarra, ay me mata
Me mata y me remata
Y vamos al infierno
Porque no sea eterno, suavemente
Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer café
Pero cuando tu boca, me toca
Me pone y me provoca
Me muerde y me destroza toda siempre es poca
Y muévete bien, bien, bien
Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer, uh, café
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Bien, bien, bien, bien
Morena mía
Si esto no es felicidad
Que baje dios y lo vea
Y aunque no se lo crea
Esto es gloria
Y por mi parte pongo el arte
lo que me das
damelo
cuidalo bien
un poco asi, un poco a quien
(Estribillo)
Vrijdag 15 oktober 1971
Gimme Some Time
Gimme Some Time
Composer(s): Natalie Cole
Performer(s): Natalie Cole; Peabo Bryson
Gimme some time, baby
I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
But I’m sayin’
That I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, oh, no
I’m not so blind, baby
I need your love and, and you know it
‘Cause I show it (Yes, I do, well)
I don’t wanna be hurt, girl
If you want me to, I’ll keep it a secret
But please let me get through your door
‘Cause I guarantee that once we get started
You’ll soon be beggin’ for more
We’ll want the whole world to know
That we are one
So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
Let’s take advantage, not for granted
Of the good things (We’ve got such a good thing)
I don’t wanna be hurt, girl
You’re just a kind, baby
We’ve got a good thing and I know it
Let’s not blow it [Ooh, ooh, oh], ho
‘Cause I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious
I believe you think that I haven’t noticed
The look in your eyes when you smile
And my senses tell me there’s something missin’
So please let me stay for awhile
I want the whole world to know
That we are one (We got it together), baby, one
So why don’t you gimme some time, baby
I know you’re thinkin’ that I’m playin’
But all I’m sayin’
Is I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, I’m serious
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
(Oh, I know that you)
Gimme some time, baby
(That I know that you love me)
Gimme some time, baby
(And I think that you think)
Gimme some time, baby
(That we should be together)
(So why don’t you give me some of your time)
Gimme some time, baby
(Hey, gimme some time, baby)
Gimme some time, baby
(That’s all I need, that’s all I want)
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby (Why don’t you give me some time)
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby
Donderdag 14 oktober 1971
Tabou
Tabou
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Tabou
faut rien dire du tout
de nos p'tits secrets
qui devront rester jusqu'au bout
tabou
tous nos rendez-vous
dans des lieux cachés
classés X, indécents comme tout
sans goût
tabou
tous nos petits jeux
où les gens ne voient rien que du feu
jeux à dormir debout
à rendre fou
je me l'avoue
pas vous?
où
voulez-vous
que l'on fasse encore joujou
à se mettre sens dessus dessous
quel prétexte
allons-nous laisser en plan
bureau et appartement?
je cherche
soufflez-moi
des mensonges et des silences
sans la moindre transparence
tabou
faut rien dire du tout
rentrer bien à l'heure
se plaindre un peu, juste au cas où
tabou
tirer les verrous
faire comme d'habitude
et fuir toutes les interviews
casse-cou
surtout
trouver des idées
pour que nos jeux puissent progresser
jeux à dormir debout
à rendre fou
je me l'avoue
pas vous
où
pas trop tard
et avec quels accessoires
dans quel bouge, dans quel bar
nous voir
sous quel nom
et dans quelle situation
inventer d'autres façons?
je cherche
soufflez-moi
d'inavouables recettes
à nous faire perdre la tête
tabou
faut rien dire du tout
Donderdag 14 oktober 1971
Morena Dos Olhos D'água
Morena Dos Olhos D'água
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Originally performed by: Chico Buarque
Covered by various other artists
Morena dos olhos d'água
Tira os seus olhos do mar
Vem ver que a vida ainda vale
O sorriso que eu tenho
Pra lhe dar
Descansa um meu pobre peito
Que jamais enfrenta o mar
Mas que tem abraço estreito, morena
Com jeito de lhe agradar
Vem ouvir lindas histórias
Que por seu amor sonhei
Vem saber quantas vitórias, morena
Por mares que só eu sei
O seu homem foi-se embora
Prometendo voltar já
Mas as ondas não tem hora, morena
De partir ou de voltar
Passa a vela e vai-se embora
Passa o tempo e vai também
Mas meu canto ainda lhe implora, morena
Agora, morena, vem
Donderdag 14 oktober 1971
Gimme Some Lovin'
Gimme Some Lovin'
Composer(s): Spencer Davis; Steve Winwood; Muff Winwood
Performer(s): The Spencer Davis Group
Well, my temp'rature's risin' and my feet on the floor
Twenty people knockin'
'cause they're wanting some more
Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got
But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot
So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
Gimme some lovin' every day
Well, I feel so good, ev'rything is sounding hot
Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire
Been a hard day and I don't know what to do
Wait a minute, baby, it could happen to you
So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
Gimme some lovin' every day
Well, I feel so good, ev'rybody's gettin' high
Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire
Been a hard day, nothin' went too good,
Now I'm gonna relax, honey, ev'rybody should
So glad we made it, so glad we made it
You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin'
Gimme some lovin' every day
Woensdag 13 oktober 1971
Tables Séparées
Tables Séparées
Composer(s): Alice Dona - Pascal Sevran - Claude Carmone
Performer(s): Dalida
La porte s'ouvre tout à coup
Et ma mémoire en prend un coup
C'est toi qui entre
Dans ce restaurant familier
Où nous avons souvent caché nos dîners tendres
je n'écoute plus mes amis j'allume comme un alibi
Ma cigarette
Je sais très bien que tu m'as vu
Et maintenant je n'ose plus
Tourner la tête
La fille qui est à ton bras
A bien quinze ans de moins que toi
Ça te rassure
Je me souviens que tu riais
Quand je disais que les regrets
Ont la peau dure
Un peu gêné tu me salues et tu demandes le menu
D'une voix basse
Nous qui avons tous partagé
Nous voilà tables séparées
Chacun sa place
je t'observe à la dérobée
Tu n'as pas tellement changé
Avec les femmes
Tu ne fais pas dans le détail
Quand tu sorts de ton éventail
Le coup du charme
Et je me croyais immunisé
Je l'avais même imaginé ce face à face
Mes amis chantent et font les fous
Comment leur dire que je m'en fous
Que je suis lasse
Quand l'amour s'écrit au passé
Il ne reste à débarrasser
Rien que deux tables séparées
Woensdag 13 oktober 1971
Morena De Angola
Morena De Angola
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Clara Nunes;
Elba Ramalho; Luciana Rodrigues
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Será que a morena cochila escutandoo cochicho do chocalho
Será que desperta gingando e já sai chocalhando pro trabalho
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Será que ela tá na cozinha guisando a galinha à cabidela
Será que esqueceu da galinha e ficou batucando na panela
Será que no meio da mata, na moita, a morena inda chocalha
Será que ela não fica afoita pra dançar na chama da batalha
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Passando pelo regimento ela faz requebrar o sentinela
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Será que quando ela vai pra cama a morena se esquece dos chocalhos
Será que namora fazendo bochincho com seus penduricalhos
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Será que ela mexe o chocalho ou o chocalho é que mexe com ela
Será que ela tá caprichando no peixe que eu trouxe de Benguela
Será que tá no remelexo e abandonou meu peixe na tigela
Será quando fica choca põe de quarentena o seu chocalho
Será que depois ela bota a canela no nicho do pirralho
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Eu acho que deixei um caho do meu coração na Catumbela
Morena de Angola que leva o chocalho amarrado na canela
Morena, bichinha danada, minha camarada do MPLA
Woensdag 13 oktober 1971
Gimme Little Sign
Gimme Little Sign
Composer(s): Joseph Hooven; Alfred Smith; Jerry Winn
Performer(s): Brenton Wood;
and various other artists
If you do want me, gimme little sugar
If you don't want me, don't lead me on girl
But if you need me, show me that you love me
And when I'm feeling blue and I want you
There's just one thing that you should do
Just gimme some kind of sign girl
Oh my baby
To show that you're mine girl Oh yeah
Just gimme some kind of sign girl
Oh my baby
To show that you're mine girl
All right
If you do want me, gimme little sweet talk
If you don't want me, don't lead me on girl
But if you need me, show me that you love me
And when I'm feeling down, wearing a frown
You be there when I look around
(repeat chorus)
Dinsdag 12 oktober 1971
(They Long To Be) Close To You
(They Long To Be) Close To You
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First performance/First release by: Richard Chamberlain - 1963/Dionne Warwick - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
2002 - Stretto A Te (Ornella Vanoni)
2009 - Bij Je Zijn (Simone Kleinsma)
Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Why do stars start fall down from the sky every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
On the day that you were born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in
your eyes of blue
That is why all the boys in town
Follow you all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Dinsdag 12 oktober 1971
More, More, More
More, More, More
Composer(s): Greg Diamond
Originally performed by: Andrea True
Covered by various other artists
Oooh, how do you like your love
Oooh, how do you like your love
But if you want to know
How I really feel
Get the cameras rollin'
Get the action goin'
Baby you know
My love for you is real
So take me where you want to
Me and my heart you steal
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like it
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like it
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like it
Oooh, how do you like your love
Oooh, how do you like your love
But if you want to know
How I really feel
Just get the cameras rollin'
Get the action goin'
Baby you know
My love for you is real
So take me where you want to
Me and my heart you steal
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like it
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like it
(More more more) how do you like it, how do you like your love
Dinsdag 12 oktober 1971
Gimme Shelter
Gimme Shelter
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones - 1969;
and various other artists
Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweeping
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away (2x)
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away (2x)
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away (2x)
The floods is threatening
My very life today
Give, give shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away (4x)
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away (4x)
Kiss away, kiss away
Maandag 11 oktober 1971
Stretto A Te
Stretto A Te
((Adapted from: (They Long To Be) Close To You (Richard Chamberlain) - 1963))
((Dutch Version: Bij Je Zijn (Simone Kleinsma) - 2009))
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David - Sergio Bardotti
Performer(s): Ornella Vanoni - 2002
Che cos'é
Stasera il mio gattino
Ti si struscia sul cuscinho
Come me
Gli piace stare stretto a te
E perché
Questa bianca luna
Acompagnha la tua mano
Su di me le piace stare
Stretta a te
Il giorno che sei nato
Tutti gli angeli han giurato
Che l'immagine dell'anima eri tu
Con uno spruzzo d'oro nei capelli
E un pó di cielo nel tuoi occhi blú
E perché tanta gente intorno
Cerca a te notte e giorno
Come me le piace stare
Stretta a te
Il giorno che sei nato
Tutti gli angeli han giurato
Che l'immagine dell'anima eri tu
Con uno spruzzo d'oro nei capelli
E un pó di cielo nel tuoi occhi blú
E perché tanta gente intorno
Cerca a te notte e giorno
Come me le vá di stare
Stretta a te
Le va' di stare
Stretta a te ...
Maandag 11 oktober 1971
More Today Than Yesterday
More Today Than Yesterday
Composer(s): Pat Upton
Originally performed by: Spiral Starecase
Covered by various other artists
I don't remember what day it was
I didn't notice what time it was
All I know is that I fell in love with you
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you
Every day's a new day in love with you
With each day comes a new way of loving you
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you
Oh, I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterday
But, darling, not as much as tomorrow
Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away
Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way
I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger
And I always will be true
I know you feel the same way too
Oh, I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterday
But only half as much as tomorrow
Maandag 11 oktober 1971
Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat Ding
Composer(s): Albert Hammond; Mike Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Pipkins;
and various other artists
That's right, that's right
I'm sad and blue
'Cause I can't do the Boogaloo
I'm lost, I'm lost
Can't do my thing
That's why I sing
Gimme, Gimme Dat Ding ah..
Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding
(Oh Sing it one more time Momma)
Oh, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding
(Ah, you ain't doin' that late at night)
Ah, what good's a metronome
Without a [boatbell] ringing?
How fast can anybody ever tell he swings?
How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar?
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
Gimme Dat, (Gimme Dat) Ah Gimme Dat (Gimme Dat)
Ah Gimme Dat, (Gimme Dat) Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
(Ah Gotcha!)
Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding
Honky Tonk Piano Interlude
Oh, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding
Ah, what good's a metronome
Without a (boatbell) ringing?
How fast can anybody ever tell he swings?
How can you tell the rhythm written on the bar?
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
Gimme Dat, Ah Gimme Dat
Ah Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding
Zondag 10 oktober 1971
(There's) Always Something There to Remind Me
