Dinsdag 7 december 1971
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Maandag 6 december 1971
Take Me For A Little While
Take Me For A Little While
Composer(s): Trade Martin
First recording/First release by: Evie Sands - 1965/Jackie Ross - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
I've been trying to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
You don't love me no no
So you treat me cruel
But no matter how you hurt me
I'll always be a fool
If you don't want me forever
If you don't need me forever
And if you don't love me forever
Take me for a little while
I've got to make you love me
For a little while
I've just got to make you want me
I've got to stop it
There should be a law
And no maatter how you put me down
I love you more
I feel so helpless
And it ain't funny
Cause deep down inside I know
You're never gonna love me
If you don't want me forever
If you don't need me forever
If you can't love me forever
Take me for a little while
I'm gonna make you love me
For a llittle while
I've got to make you want me
Take me for a little while, baby
Can't you see it's gonna be me
Take me for a little while
Take me for a little while
I'm gonna tell you how I need you
Tell me how I want you
Take me for a little while
Maandag 6 december 1971
Mother's Little Helper
Mother's Little Helper
German Title: Sie Kann Nimmermehr
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones
Covered by various other artists
What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
"Things are different today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
"Men just aren't the same today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
They just don't appreciate that you get tired
They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
"Life's just much too hard today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day
Maandag 6 december 1971
Gitchy Goomy
Gitchy Goomy
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy
sit you laddie down on your daddy's knee
And ain't it a nice place to be?
Goggin noggin, papa's rockin' like a mockin' bird in a windy tree
and that ain't no place for me
Been there one time, been there two times
been there three times more than I care to be
But we're gonna make it through, Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm
life is kind, can you see it?
Love is great, love is right
keeps you warm late at night when you need it
Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy
but you don't wanna break it
Like a sweet symphony, all you need is the key, you can play it
Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy, sit you laddie down while I have my say
Now don't be runnin' away
Goggin Noggin, papa's talkin'
don't go walkin' off like you mean to play
Well, you can have it your way
Been there one time, been there two times
been there three times more than I care to say
But you're gonna be O.K. Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm
life is kind, can you see it?
Love is great, love is right
keeps you warm late at night when you need it
Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy
but you don't wanna break it
Like a sweet symphony, all you need is the key, you can play it
Been there one time, been there two times
been there three times more than I care to be
Seen it one time, seen it two times
Seen it three times, Lord 'n' it's plain to see
Ah, you gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy
You 'n' me gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy
Ah, you gonna make it through Gitchy Goomy
Zondag 5 december 1971
Take Me For A Buggy Ride
Take Me For A Buggy Ride
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
You're my man, you're so nice and brown, sweetest man in this town
I heard you say you was goin' away, and leave me here to stay
I feel like I could cry, and here's the reason why
Daddy, you really knows your stuff when you take me for a buggy ride
I like you when you got your habits on, you can shift your gear with so much pride
I gets a funny feelin' when you gaze into my eyes
You give me so much thrill, you make my thermometer rise
I'm happy when you're by my side when you take me for a buggy ride
Daddy, you're as sweet as you can be when you take me for a buggy ride
When you set me down up on your knee, and ask me to be your bride
When you hug and kiss me it makes me feel fine
I gets this funny feelin' up and down my spine
You don't need no teachin', you don't need no guide when you take me for a buggy ride
Your lovin' ain't so forte in the park but you a lovin', poor creature in the dark
You ain't so hot!
What can it be that makes me say? "daddy, take all of me"
You always ready ev'ry time that I call
What I like about you, you never stall
You ain't no preacher, you a good old soul
You done sent salvation to my very soul
I can't kick but I'm satisfied when you take me for a buggy ride
Zondag 5 december 1971
Mother's Daughter
Mother's Daughter
Composer(s): Gregg Rolie
Performer(s): Santana
Got no time for foolin' with you baby
Your stupid game is about to end
You played it out
Thought you had it made
And it looks like someone passed you by again
I left her standin' in her corner
She told me she was tryin' to find her way
I've got to leave before I get much older
'Cause she ain't moved in nearly forty days
I've got a woman that's treatin' me better
She takes her time and she ain't so cruel
I've got someone to take you over
Your mother ain't so bad
What happened to you?
Zondag 5 december 1971
Gitarzan
Gitarzan
Composer(s): Ray Stevens; Bill Everette
Performer(s): Ray Stevens;
Cledus T. Judd; Ralph's World
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees without a trapeze
In his B.V.D.'s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play the guitar
Gonna be a big star, yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moon beams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's Guitar course C.O.D.
Makes "A" and "E" and he's working on "B"
Digs "C" and "W" and "R" and "B"
And me and the chimpanzee agree that one day soon he will be a celebrity
Chorus:
Git it, git it, git it, git it...Ow!
Gitarzan, he's a guitar man
He's all you can stand
Give him a hand, Gitarzan
Ahhh (Jungle Yell), Ahhh, Ahhh
He's got a girl named Jane with no last name
Kinda homely and plain but he loves her just the same
Cuz she kindles a flame and it drives him insane
When he hears her sing, she really does her thing
It's her claim to fame, come on, sing one Jane
Baby, baby
Ow, baby, baby (scat)
Baby, baby
Well, they got a pet monkey
He likes to get drunky
And sing boogie woogie and it sounds real funky
Come on, your time boy, sing one monkey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's hear it for the monkey
On saturday night they need some excitement
Jane gets right and the monkey gets tight
And their voices unite in the pale moonlight
And it sounds all right, yeah, it's dynamite, it's out of sight
Let's hear it right.....now
Baby, ahhh, baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, ahhh, baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Chorus
Git it, git it, git it, git it...ow!
Gitarzan and his jungle band
They're all you can stand
Give 'em a hand Gitarzan
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle
(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle
Composer(s): Teddy Powell - Walter Samuels - Leonard Whitcup
Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
Take me back to my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Let me see that gen'ral store
Let me ride that range once more
Give me my boots and saddle
Let me ramble along the prairie
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ropin' steers on old "Bar X"
With my buddies, Slim and Tex
Give me my boots and saddle
Got a hankerin' to be with a banjo on my knee
Strummin' a pretty western tune
There's a gal in Cherokee
And she's waitin' there for me
Waitin' beneath a Texas moon
So take me back to my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Let me greet each blazin' morn
On the ranch where I was born
Give me my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
Mother's Bible
Mother's Bible
Composer(s): Don Reno
Performer(s): Crowe Brothers
and various other artists
There's a book that Mother left me
That grows sweeter every day
I have often read the pages
Since my Mother passed away
When but just a baby boy
I would sit upon her knee
Mother looked just like an angel
When she read this book to me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear
With the covers worn and old
Mother's bible, much more sweeter
Worth much more to me than gold
And she told me, yes she told me
Just before she went to sleep
If I read it and believed it
Jesus then my soul would keep
Now my Mother's gone to heaven
And sometimes I feel so sad
Then I go get Mother's bible
That she left for me and Dad
Through the years there may be changes
But one change there'll never be
It's that old and faded bible
That my Mother left for me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear
With the covers worn and old
Mother's bible, much more sweeter
Worth much more to me than gold
And she told me, yes she told me
Just before she went to sleep
If I read it and believed it
Jesus then my soul would keep
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
Gitans
Gitans
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Quand t'es parti gitan
Tu as laissé seulement
Une voiture en morceaux
T'as pris tes chaises de bambou
Ta guitare de rien du tout
T'as mis le vent sous ta peau
T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux
T'as mis des pierres sur le feu
Les femmes aux longs cheveux
Ont tout lavé dans des seaux
Séché la linge sur les buissons
Rentré les gosses dans les camions
Sur les paniers de roseaux
Et caressé les oiseaux, caressé les oiseaux
Où allais-tu?
À part les flaques de boue
Et quelques traces de roues
Tu n'as rien voulu laisser
T'as mis ta fierté gitane
Aux rideaux des caravanes
Comme des drapeaux pliés
T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux
Où allais-tu?
J'ai peur des lumières des villes
Des grandes maisons immobiles
Des jardins bâtis tout autour
J'ai peur qu'on emmène d'office
Au bout du fusil des milices
Les enfants de notre amour
Ils traitent nos filles de voleuses
Du fond de leurs maisons peureuses
Pleines de chiens de combat
Ils attachent leurs volailles
Ils surveillent leurs ferrailles
On ne se ressemble pas...
Y a des panneaux depuis
Emplacement interdit
Comme s'il y avait eu la peste
T'as plus qu'à chercher ailleurs
Des gens qui auront moins peur
En espérant qu'il en reste
Et caresser les oiseaux! Et caresser les oiseaux!
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland
Composer(s): Morrison
Performer(s): Cavan O’Connor
There’s a spot called dear old Ireland that is always calling me
An exile from my native land so far across the sea
And every time I see a vessel waiting in the bay
I feel I want to go aboard, and then I want to say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Sure it’s many years since I have seen that land so dear to me
The scenes of happy childhood treasured in my memory
The longing in my heart is growing stronger day by day
To be once more on Irish soil, and that is why I say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Mother's A Redneck Too
Mother's A Redneck Too
Composer(s): John Evans
Performer(s): Roger Creager
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess
I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest;
hey I'm a redneck mother a redneck at best
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I'm a redneck mother I must concede
I wear a red and blue hat it reads "Lonestar Feed"
I raised a cross bred chicken it goes "Quakity-cluck"
I got a kicker bumper sticker on the back of my truck
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon
There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
I'm a redneck mother I must reply
I built a beer can fence nearly 10 foot high
Yonder on my front porch, it's my guard dog Blue
He's a Mississippi leg hound with some legging to do
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon
There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
John why don't we head down to New Orleans?
Could we try to find a bowl of them rice and red beans?
Before we hit the road could you explain what this means?
Sing it for me one more time
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother, a redneck at best
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
Oh Lord you're a redneck mother and your mother's a redneck too
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Gitanos En Caravana
Gitanos En Caravana
Composer(s): Quintero; León; Gordillo
Performer(s): Raphael
Gitanos por la carretera
Que fatigan tienen que pena me dan
Errantes sin saber si quiera
Ni de donde vienen ni pa donde van
Gitanos en caravana
Gitano muerto de sed
Ni piedad samaritana
Ni pozo donde beber
Cantando por el mundo entero
Con la voz morena del rey faraon
Lunares, bronces y panderos
Y un rosal de pena en el corazon
Ojos de tiniebla, piel aceitunada
Cintura delgada de palma y jazmin
Cruzan como sombras ya de madrugada
Por una vereda que no tiene fin
La luna lunera les sale al encuentro
Por montes y valles y orillas del mar
Mientras se les clava corazon adentro
Un cuchillo en copla que empieza a cantar
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Take Me Back To Chicago
Take Me Back To Chicago
Composer(s): Daniel Seraphine - David "Hawk" Wolinski
Performer(s): Chicago
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to Chicago
Where music was all I had
I tried to be good as I could
And sometimes that made me sad
Take me back to Chicago, to Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
I still dream of the Lake of peacefulness
The warm summer breeze
'Cause my life was so much simpler then
Street corners and Tastee Freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
Take me back, take me back ...
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law
Composer(s): Allen Toussaint
Originally performed by: Ernie K-Doe
Covered by various other artists
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
The worst person I know
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She worries me so
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
If she leave us alone
We would have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Sin should be her name
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
To me they are about the same
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Everytime I open my mouth
Then she tries to put me out
How could she stoop so low
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
I come home with my pay
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She ask me what I made
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She thinks her advice is a constitution
If she would leave that should be the solution
And don't come back no more
My mother-in-law, mother-in-law..…
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Gitano
Gitano
Composer(s): M. Gómez Vao; R. Lizo
Performer(s): Raphael
Cuando se pone alegre el sol
Sobre los campos del trigal
Por el camino van los gitanos
Llevando como el caracol su casa a cuestas
Y al azar van los gitanos todos los dias
Ellos no saben del dolor
Y en cada pena hay un cantar
Y a gritos dicen sus alegrias
Cuando se pone alegre el sol
Sobre los campos del trigal
Por el camino van los gitanos
Y al pasar se oye una voz
Entonando esta cancion
Gitano soy
Corro el mundo y no se donde voy
Gitano soy
Lo que gano lo gasto o lo doy
No, no se llorar
Ni en la vida deseo triunfar
No tengo norte, no tengo guia
Para mi todo es igual
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Take Me Back
Take Me Back
Composer(s): Andrae Crouch - Little Walter - Teddy Randazzo
Performer(s): Little Anthony & the Imperials
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
When you belonged to me
I had a jealous mind
Too late I learned that you
Were not the cheating kind
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
My jealous eyes have learned
To take a look or two
They were to blind to see
That I was losing you
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
They say you live and learn
And though I've tried before
I promise never to
Be jealous any more
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Composer(s): George Formby; Cliffe
Performer(s): George Formby
Mother you give good advice
Always you mean well
Now I need it more than ever
I'm inside this cell
I'm behind a prison wall
The bed's so hard and much too small
There's no pyjamas here at all
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
They told me they would treat me swell
Tucked inside my little cell
But up to now it's been like h...!
Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
Tonight I've got a date, you see
But they won't let me have a key
And the warder's won't wait up for me
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
It's hard to pass the time away
I'm in a dangerous mood, I say
I've smoked two cigarettes today
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
First I stand and then I sit
Then I sit and stand a bit
But I can't stand much more of it
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I got such an awful shock
I asked the time, for there's no clock
And the warder said, "Six months Old Cock"
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I ordered lunch from soup to sweet
But they forgot the fish and meat
And since the soup there's nowt to eat
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I've had such a tummy ache
All night long I've been awake
Some castor oil they made me take
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I've played Peter-fly-away-Paul
I've played tiddlywinks and all
I've written rude words upon the wall
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Gitane
Gitane
Composer(s): Maurice Robin; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Dalida
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Devant le grand café aux tables ennuyées
Tout c'est ensoleillé quand elle est arrivée
La gitane
Fille d'Esmeralda tu déroules tes bras
Et tes yeux noirs défient les hommes
Et leurs envies
Lorsque tes reins se cassent tes longs cheveux ramassent
Le soleil en pépite et ton ventre palpite
Bourgeois et va-nu-pied te regardent danser
Mais les femmes voudraient bien que tu ailles plus loin
Tu ris à pleine dent et continue le bal
Comme un jeune animal qui ce saoul en tournant
On ne sait d'où tu viens
On ne sait ou tu vas
Poussez sur le chemin
Comme une fleur des bois
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Dans le feu de la danse lorsque le voile glisse
De tes seins qui frémissent y a de drôle de silence
Oh gitane
Tes jambes nues piétinent les regrets qui cheminent
Dans les yeux de bado qui caressent ta peau
Fini le tourbillon tu passes et fais la quête
Frôlant de ton jupon Les spectateurs honnêtes
"Sois généreux senor la jeunesse de mon corps
Sa vaut bien un peu d'or même un peu plus encore"
Et riant aux éclats déjà sous les platanes
Déjà sous les platanes
Est partie la gitane
Dinsdag 30 november 1971