Zaterdag 5 februari 1972
Glendora
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Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Sunny & The Sunglows)
Talk To Me
Performer(s): Sunny & The Sunglows
Talk to me
Talk to me
Ooo I love the things you say
Talk to me
Talk to me
In your own
Sweet gentle way
Let me hear
Tell me dear
Tell me oooo
You love me so
Talk to me
Talk to me
Tell me what
I want to know
The many ways
You speak of love
I've heard before
But it sounds so good
Everytime
Please say the one part
I love once more
Talk to me
Talk to me
Hold me close
Whisper low
Talk to me
Baby can't you see
Oh darling I
I love you so
Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Mr. Custer
Mr. Custer
Composer(s): Fred Darian; Al DeLory; Joseph Van Winkle
Performer(s): Larry Verne; Charlie Drake
(That famous day in history)
(The men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on)
(And from the rear a voice was heard)
(A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "Attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
(Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
Look at them bushes out there, they're movin'
And there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer, you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
Hey Charlie, Duck Yer Head!!
(Sound of arrow whizzing by)
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Whooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory
(The men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard)
(That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair
A coward I've been called, cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
(Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see....friend.....kemo sabe, that's it
Kemo Sabe!, Hey Out There, Kemo Sabe!
No, that itn't it
Look at 'em out there
Runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians, heh-heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Glaub An Mich
Glaub An Mich
((French Version: Sur Ma Vie (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Bader
Performer(s): Dalida
Glaub an mich ein ganzes leben lang
Und vertrau auf mich ein ganzes leben lang
Sagtest du zu mir und ich glaubte dir
Und ich habe dir alles gegeben
Jeder tag war wie ein neues glück
Jede stunde war voll liebe und musik
Doch der traum zerrann
Der so schön begann
Warum hast du mir so wehgetan
Tausend mal hab ich gefragt
Und du hast mir gesagt
Nur du kannst mich verstehn
Tausend mal versprach dein blick
Ich weiss das grosse Glück
Kann nie zu ende gehen
Ich bin dein trotz allem was geschah
Denn ich gab mein wort bin immer für dich da
Und ich liebe dich
Und ich glaub an dich
Nur an Dich ein ganzes leben lang
Ich bin dein an jedem neuen tag
Ich bin dein solang ich deinen namen trag
Ja-ich liebe dich
Darum warte ich
Wenn auch mancher schöne traum versank
Nur auf dich ein ganzes leben lang
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes)
Talk To Me
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes
Well every night I see a light up in your window
But every night you won't answer your door
But although you won't ever let me in
From the street I can see your silhouette sittin' close to him
What must I do
What does it take
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me
Well late at night I hear the music that you're playing soft and low
Yes and late at night I see the two of you swayin', so close
I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm down on my bended knees
I'm just asking darling please won't you
Talk to me
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Mr. Charlie
Mr. Charlie
Composer(s): Robert Hunter; Ron McKernan
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
and various other artists
I take a little powder
I take a little salt
I put it in my shotgun
and I go walking out
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
I won't take you life
Won't even take a limb
Just unload my shotgun
and take a little skin
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Well you take a silver dollar
Take a silver dime
Mix em both together
in some alligator wine
I can hear the drums
Voo-doo all night long
Mr. Charlie tellin me
I can't do nothin wrong
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Now Mr. Charlie told me
Thought you'd like to know
Give you a little warning
before I let you go
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Lookin high
Lookin low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Glass Securit
Glass Securit
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Tequila aquavit
Un glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit
Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit
Je recherche Aphrodite
Froideur explicite
Ouais j'y vais sans hésit-
Ation mais pas d'excit-
Ation climax exit
Tequila aquavit
Que de langues sodomites
De doigts troglodytes
Des plombes que je te visite
Absence de coït
O.Kay on est quitte
Toi tu l'prends comme un rit-
Uel un plan habit-
Uel plus rien ne t excite
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit-
Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit
Mon verre securit
Eclate en petites
Particules j'évite
De les mettre en orbite
Sur ta chrysalide
Tequila aquavit
Plus de glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
Je ne sais ce que nécessitent
Ton con et ton clit
Je suis perdu j'hésite
Oh et puis merde je quitte
Tes muqueuses shit
J'ouvre mon lexique
Mallarmé dixit
Je cite
Et dans ses jambes où la victime se couche
Levant une peau noire ouverte sous le crin
Avance le palais de cette étrange bouche
Pâle et rose comme un coquillage marin
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Frank Sinatra)
Talk To Me
Composer(s): Stanley Kahan - Eddie Snyder - Rudy Vallee
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Your magical kiss can take me just so far
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Don't leave me like this -- dangling from a star
You set me all aglow, and it's so pleasin'
Sure would be a shame if you were only teasin'
So my Love, before you go
Turn the lights way down low
And talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Mr. Businessman
Mr. Businessman
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Originally performed by: Ray Stevens
Covered by various other artists
Itemize the things you covet
As you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses
Term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evenings with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan
analyst, he's high upon your list
You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame
Heaven knows you're not to blame
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Before it's too late and you throw your life away
Did you see your children growing up today
And did you hear the music of their laughter
As they set about to play
Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul,
Brighten up your day
Do you qualify to be alive
or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive
Hey yeah.....
Spending counterfeit incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing value on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
You can wheel and deal the best of them
And steal it from the rest of them
You know the score, their ethics are a bore
Eighty-six anesthetic crutches prop you to the top
Where the smiles are all synthetic
And the ulcers never stop
When they take that final inventory,
Yours will be the same sad story everywhere
No one will really care, no one more lonely than
This rich important man, let's have your autograph
Endorse your epitaph
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Glass Onion
Glass Onion
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the walrus and me, man
You know that we're as close as can be, man
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus is Paul
Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah
Looking through a glass onion
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the fool on the hill
I tell you man he's living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me
Fixing a hole in the ocean
Tryin' to make a dovetail joint
Looking through a glass onion
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Talk That Talk
Talk That Talk
Composer(s): Al Kasha - Hank Hunter - Sidney Wyche
Performer(s): Jackie Wilson; Louie & the Ambassadors
Shooby do do wop do
Shooby do do wop do
You ought to see my baby
Walking down the isle with me
Arm and arm with me
It's a beautiful sight to see
You ought to hear my lovin baby
Whisper in my ear
Tender words she knows I love to hear
Man, you ought to see her
Walk that walk
Gives me fever when she
Talks that talk
My baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me... woooo
Here she come now
Walk that walk
C'mon baby talk that talk
My baby just walks that walk
Talks that talk for me
She sets my soul on fire
When ever she talks that talk
She's so doggone fine
When she tells me she's mine all mine
I want the world to see my baby
Maybe they will understand
That she's my love
I'm her lovin man
Man, watch her
Walk that walk, c'mon baby
talk that talk, my baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me
Woooo Here she comes now
walk that walk, c'mon woman
talk that talk my baby just
walks that walk talks that talk for me
Here she comes
Don't you Love It
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Composer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker
Originally performed by: Jerry Jeff Walker
Covered by various other artists
I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Pushed back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Glad To Be Unhappy
Glad To Be Unhappy
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Lorenz Hart
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas;
and various other artists
Fools rush in, so here I am
Awfully glad to be unhappy
I can't win but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore, yeah
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mama and no papa
I'm so unhappy, yeah
Unrequited love's a bore, yeah
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mama and no papa
I'm so unhappy, yeah
But oh so glad
Maandag 31 januari 1972
Talk Talk
Talk Talk
Composer(s): Sean Bonniwell
First release by: The Music Machine - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right
Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk
Maandag 31 januari 1972
Mr. Blue Sky
Mr. Blue Sky
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Originally performed by: Electric Light Orchestra
Covered by various other artists
Sun is shinin' in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin'
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day
Runnin' down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets
Where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong
Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Everybody smiles at you
Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong
Mr. Blue you did it right
But soon comes Mr. Night
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I'll remember you this way
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong
Maandag 31 januari 1972
Glad Rags
Glad Rags
Composer(s): Johnny Bond
Performer(s): Johnny Bond;
Jimmy Dean; Mac Wiseman
Now honey, you do the dishes and I'll feed the old sow
Also the chickens and our one Jersey cow
Take down yur curlers and powder your nose
Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes
There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux
They'll come in wagons, buggies and pick-up trucks
We'll do square dancin' under kerosine light
We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey
We'll wear glad rags tonight
Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes
Silvester comin', hum and fiddle a tune
Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon
Then run and hide behind a bale of hay
But that old sittin' hen will scare 'em away
Look for me beside the old cider keg
I'll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg
Never a ballroom had a prettier sight
We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey
We'll wear glad rags tonight
Zondag 30 januari 1972
Tales Of Brave Ulysses
Tales Of Brave Ulysses
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Martin Sharp
First release by: Cream - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun
And the colours of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white-laced lips
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter
Zondag 30 januari 1972
Mr. Blue
Mr. Blue
Composer(s): DeWayne Blackwell
Originally performed by: The Fleetwoods
Covered by various other artists
Our guardian star lost all his glow
The day that I lost you
He lost all his glitter the day you said "No"
And his silver turned to blue
Like him, I am doubtful that your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you love me (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you're sorry (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then turn around, head for the lights of town
Hurtin' me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue
I stay at home at night (I stay at home)
Right by the phone at night (right by the phone)
But you won't call
And I-I won't hu-urt my pride (call me Mr.)
I won't tell you (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Why you paint the town (ah, Mr. Blue)
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm paintin' it too
But I'm paintin' it blue
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Call me Mr. Blue
Zondag 30 januari 1972
Glad I Waited Just For You
Glad I Waited Just For You
Composer(s): Royce Porter; Bucky Jones
Performer(s): Reba McEntire
Use to be (Use to be)
Love was mean to me
Every love I tried my heart cried that won't do
Now you see (Now you see)
Love's been good to me I guess my love was waiting just for you
You and me (You and me) (You and me)
Go so well as we
Fit right to a T
Can't you see we do
Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way
Of making me glad
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong
Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way
Of making me glad
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong
Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way
Of making me glad
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong
Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way
Of making me glad
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong
Zaterdag 29 januari 1972
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