Woensdag 5 april 1972
Goin' Nowhere Tonight
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Goin' Nowhere Tonight
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Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Tanto Amar
Tanto Amar
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela é bonita
Tem um olho sempre a boiar
E outro que agita
Tem um olho que não está
Meus olhares evita
E outro olho a me arregalar
Sua pepita
A metade do seu olhar
Está chamando pra luta, aflita
E metade quer madrugar
Na bodeguita
Se seus olhos eu for cantar
Um seu olho me atura
E outro olho vai desmanchar
Toda a pintura
Ela pode rodopiar
E mudar de figura
A paloma do seu mirar
Virar miúra
É na soma do seu olhar
Que eu vou me conhecer inteiro
Se nasci pra enfrentar o mar
Ou faroleiro
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela acredita
Tem um olha a pestanejar
E outro me fita
Suas pernas vão me enroscar
Num balé esquisito
Seus dois olhos vão se encontrar
No infinito
Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Em Manágua temos um chico
Já pensamos em nos casar
Em Porto Rico
Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Mull Of Kintyre
Mull Of Kintyre
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: Wings
Covered by various other artists
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted desert the sunset's on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering ambers grow higher and high'r
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre...
Dinsdag 4 april 1972
Goin' Home
Goin' Home
Composer(s): Alan Osmond; Wayne Osmond; Merrill Osmond
Performer(s): The Osmonds
I'm a track star, gotta run far
And I'm ready to go
It's a long, long road
And I gotta make it on my own
Everybody's gainin' on me
Tryin' to slow me down, but if
I'm gonna make it
Gotta fight, fight, fight all day
And night--and day--all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes me the rest of my life
I'm a space man, from a different world
I gotta get back home
I've been gone so long
That I'm feelin' like a useless man
Everybody's lookin' at me
Tryin' to help me down
I gotta fight, fight, fight, even though it takes
Another day, and night, and day, all right
Oh me, why, why
Is it either win or lose
Somehow, someday
I'll never ever have to go away
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes the rest of my life
Maandag 3 april 1972
Tante Julia
Tante Julia
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Ik was een kleine jongen, zondagochtend was een hel
En dominees vertelden me, wat ik niet mocht en wat wel
En God zag altijd alles, groot en streng als een agent
Dus in het kerkezakje deed ik braaf mijn kleverige cent
En zondag 's middags ging mijn moeder op visite
Bij mijn tante en dan moest ik mee
Ik kreeg koeken, natte zoenen en een kneepje in mijn wang
En een kopje slappe thee
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Ik was een kleine jongen
Als ik jarig was dan mocht
Ik de kaarsje uit gaan blazen
Op de taart die moeder kocht
En oma snikte even
Ach alweer een jaar voorbij
Maar niemand die ooit hoorde
Wat ze zacht tegen me zei
En plotseling stond tante op en klapte in haar handen
En noemde me haar vent
En ze zei je moet wat spelen voor je tante en de rest
Omdat je jarig bent
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
En nu ben ik dan ouder
en nu woon ik overal
En 's morgens weet ik vaak niet
waar ik 's avonds slapen zal
Ik reis de hele wereld door
het zonlicht achterna
Ik heb iedereen verlaten
behalve tante Julia
Het is zondag er is toch niks te doen
en ik heb zin om naar mijn tante toe te gaan
Als ze mij een zoen wil geven moet ik bukken
en zijzelf moet op haar tenen staan
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Oh
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Maandag 3 april 1972
Mulheres De Atenas
Mulheres De Atenas
Composer(s): Augusto Boal; Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Los Machucambos; Quarteto em Cy
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Quando amadas, se perfumam
Se banham com leite, se arrumam
Suas melenas
Quando fustigadas não choram
Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram
Mais duras penas
Cadenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Sofrem pros seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas
Quando eles embarcam, soldados
Elas tecem longos bordados
Mil quarentenas
E quando eles voltam sedentos
Querem arrancar violentos
Carícias plenas
Obscenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas
Quando eles se entopem de vinho
Costumam buscar o carinho
De outras falenas
Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços
Quase sempre voltam pros braços
De suas pequenas
Helenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas
Elas não têm gosto ou vontade
Nem defeito nem qualidade
Têm medo apenas
Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios
O seu homem, mares, naufrágios
Lindas sirenas
Morenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas
As jovens viúvas marcadas
E as gestantes abandonadas
Não fazem cenas
Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem
Se conformam e se recolhem
Às suas novenas
Serenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Maandag 3 april 1972
Goin' Down To Texas
Goin' Down To Texas
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
How did I hurt that woman?
She never done me wrong
I run away and left her for
A redhead Amazon
I got no brains, I got no sense
I never had no class
So I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
Chorus:
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
I can't run in the hot sun
I won't run in the mud
I'm over-aged for racin'
And I'm overweight for stud
But I can drink and I can fight
A soul of whiskey glass
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
Chorus
Zondag 2 april 1972
Tantas Palavras
Tantas Palavras
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Dominguinhos
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Jose Luiz Mazziotti
Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
Só por ouvir falar, falar
Tantas palavras
Que ela gostava
E repetia
Só por gostar
Não tinham tradução
Mas combinavam bem
Toda sessão ela virava uma atriz
``Give me a kiss, darling''
``Play it again''
Trcamos confissões, sons
No cinema, dublando as paixões
Movendo as bocas
Com palavras ocas
Ou fora de si
Minha boca
Sem que eu compreendesse
Falou c'est fini
C'est fini
Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
E já não falo mais, jamais
Quantas palavras
Que ela adorava
Saíram de cartaz
Nós aprendemos
Palavras duras
Como dizer perdi, perdi
Palavras tontas
Nossas palavras
Quem falou não está mais aqui
Zondag 2 april 1972
Mulher, Vou Dizer Quanto Eu Te Amo
Mulher, Vou Dizer Quanto Eu Te Amo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Zé Luiz Mazziotti
Mulher, vou dizer quanto eu te amo
Cantando a flor
Que nós plantamos
Que veio a tempo
Nesse tempo que carece
Dum carinho, duma prece
Dum sorriso, dum encanto
Mulher, imagina o nosso espanto
Ao ver a flor
Que cresceu tanto
Pois no silêncio mentiroso
Tão zeloso dos enganos
Há de ser pura
Como o grito mais profano
Como a graça do perdão
E que ela faça vir o dia
Dia a dia mais feliz
E seja da alegria
Sempre uma aprendiz
Eu te repito
Este meu canto de louvor
Ao fruto mais bendito
Desse nosso amor
Zondag 2 april 1972
Goin' Away
Goin' Away
Composer(s): George Tomsco; Barbara Tomsco
Performer(s): The Fireballs; Ray Price
Going away without you, babe
I'm goin' away all by myself
I'm goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me
I don't know where I'm gonna go
I just need time to be alone
I know that I am going to miss your company
But I need time to clear my mind and be with me
Goin' away without you, babe
Goin' away all by myself
Goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Tantas Lunas
Tantas Lunas
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Florencia 1420, el sesenta y dos
mi padre joven poeta
se hizo constructor
creció el ciruelo y el perro
pero nuestra casa no
la lluvia golpeaba fuerte
en mi rincón…
Así fue que le buen poeta
se hizo fundador
de club de once camisetas
un Domingo al sol
volando bajo los tres palos
el hombre se la jugó
quedaron gritos atrapados
en mi corazón…
Luna, tantas lunas
en el patio ya no queda
ni una flor
Luna tu locura
le robó la primavera
a mi canción
Luna, tantas lunas
desde el día
en que mi puerta
se cerró
Luna blanca luna
farolera no te guardo
ni un rencor
Florencia 1420, yo era el mayor
mi madre tejía un sueño
para el menor
en la jaula los canarios
afuera un pañal al sol
Otoño en el calendario
del comedor
Recuerdo a Gardel cantando
a media voz
el día que nuestro futuro
se dividió
mi madre con mis hermanos
en un tren a Concepción
en casa quedaba el perro
el poeta y yo…
Luna, tantas lunas…
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Mulher Rendeira
Mulher Rendeira
Composer(s): Alfredo Ricardo do Nascimento
Performer(s): Demônios da Garoa
and various other artists
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Saudade levo comigo
Soluço vai no emborná
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Se você tá me querendo
Vamo pra Igreja, vamo casá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
E depois de nóis casado
Vou pra roça, vou prantá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Godzilla
Godzilla
Composer(s): Richard Meltzer; Donald Roeser
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult;
and various other artists
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town
Oh no, they say he's got to go go go Godzilla
Oh no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla
History shows again and again
How nature points up the folly of men
Vrijdag 31 maart 1972
Het Laatste Rondje
Het Laatste Rondje ((aka Zeg Me Wie (Willy Sommers) - 2000))
((Adapted from: C'est Ma Vie (Salvatore Adamo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo - André Hazes
Performer(s): André Hazes - 1981
De kastelein schenkt nog wat in
en kijkt dan op z’n klok
het is de hoogste tijd
iedereen drinkt snel z’n glas leeg
de laatste wordt getapt
‘n juke-box die plots zweeg
‘t Is de hoogste tijd wordt er geroepen
uit de hoek
de bonnen liggen klaar
ach mag ik vanavond poffen
vraagt ‘n mannenstem
betaal jij morgen maar
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
Er wordt aan de bel getrokken
de laatste is van mij
dan gaan we snel naar huis
wie denkt er aan mij
ik heb toch ook ‘n huis
Aan de tafel in de hoek
daar zit ‘n man alleen
en staart voor zich uit
straks wordt hij weer snel vergeten
hij denkt waar kan ik heen
ik heb geen rooie duit
Het is tijd, de hoogte tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
De kelner roept kom op nou mensen
‘t is de hoogste tijd
ook ik heb ‘n gezin
want zij weet hoe laat we sluiten
kom ik thuis te laat
mag ik er niet meer in
Nog ‘n mop en even lachen, dan is het voorbij
de zaak die is nu leeg
lege flessen en wat pinda’s liggen op de grond
de juke-box die plots zweeg
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
Vrijdag 31 maart 1972
Mule Train
Mule Train
Composer(s): Johnny Lange; Hy Heath; Fred Glickman
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and various other artists
(Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' over hill and plain
Seems as how they never stop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's a plug o'chaw tobacky for a rancher in Corona
A ghee-tar for a cowboy 'way out in Arizona
A dress of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along, mule! , get along
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' o'er the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach the top, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's some cotton thread and needles for the folks in way-out-yonder
A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander
Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills
Get along, mule!! , get along
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' through the wind and rain
They'll keep goin' till they drop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's a letter full of sadness trimmed with black around the border
A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order
A bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black
Get along, mule! , get along
Get along, mule, get along!! (mule train)
(Hyah, hyah)
(Hyah, hyah)
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
Tanta Voglia Di Lei
Tanta Voglia Di Lei
Composer(s): Roby Facchinetti - Valerio Negrini
First release by: Pooh - 1971
Mi dispiace di svegliarti
forse un uomo non sarò
ma d'un tratto so che devo lasciarti
fra un minuto me ne andrò
E non dici una parola
sei più piccola che mai
in silenzio morderai la lenzuola
so che non perdonerai
Mi dispiace devo andare
il mio posto è là
il mio amore si potrebbe svegliare
chi la scalderà
Strana amica di una sera
io ringrazierò
la tua pelle sconosciuta e sincera
ma nella mente c'è tanta
tanta voglia di lei
Lei si muove e la sua mano
dolcemente cerca me
e nel sonno sta abbracciando piano, piano
il suo uomo che non c'è
Mi dispiace devo andare...
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
Mule Skinner Blues
Mule Skinner Blues (aka Blue Yodel Nr. 8)
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; George Vaughn
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
and various other artists
Well it's good morning captain
Good morning shine
Do you need another muleskinner
Out on your new mud line
I like to work
I'm rolling all the time
I can pop my initials
On a mule's behind
Hey little water boy
Bring that water round
If you don't like your job
Set that water bucket down
Workin' on the good road
Dollar and a half a day
My good girl's waiting on a Saturday night
Just to draw my pay
I'm going to town, honey
What you want me to bring you back
Bring a pint of booze
And a John B Stetson hat
I smell your bread a-burning
Turn your damper down
If you ain't got a damper, good gal
Turn your bread around
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
God's Record Book Of Life
God's Record Book Of Life
Composer(s): Benny Martin; Don Reno; Red Smiley
Performer(s): Reno & Smiley
On the radio we hear preachers everyday
Telling us the wrong way from the right
They tell us everything we say and everything we do
Is recorded in God's Record Book of Life
Chorus:
When God checks His Record Book of Life then He will see
All the wrong that you have done from right
There'll be a black mark for each sin and a gold one for each deed
When God checks His Record Book of Life
The Bible says we all must stand before the great white throne
As the pages of His book are opened wide
And if we do our work on earth, we'll hear Him say "Well done"
When God checks His Record Book of Life
Chorus
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
God's Footballer
God's Footballer
Composer(s): Billy Bragg
Performer(s): Billy Bragg
God’s footballer hears the voices of angels
Above the choir at molineux
God’s footballer stands on the doorstep
And brings the good news of the kingdom to come
While the crowd sings ’rock of ages’
The goals bring weekly wages
Yet the glory of the sports pages
Is but the worship of false idols and tempts him not
God’s footballer turns on a sixpence
And brings the great crowd to their feet in praise of him
God’s footballer quotes from the gospels
While knocking on doors in black country back streets
He scores goals on a saturday
And saves souls on a sunday
For the lord says these are the last days
Prepare thyself for the judgement yet to come
His career will be over soon
And the rituals of a saturday afternoon
Bid him a reluctant farewell
For he knows beyond the sport lies the spiritual
Woensdag 29 maart 1972
Tanta Saudade
