Maandag 8 mei 1972
Golden Feather
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Golden Feather
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Zondag 7 mei 1972
Tattooed Millionaire
Tattooed Millionaire
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson - Janick Gers
Performer(s): Bruce Dickinson
Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess you're in
Front page news, you can share your views
With a population that wants to be like you
Out on the strip, out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child
Ex mud Queen of Miami
In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back
With a CD player and his bottle of Jack
L.A. dudes, L.A. attitude
Laid back selfish and getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other, running for cover
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
Zondag 7 mei 1972
Mustapha (Bob Azzam)
Mustapha
Composer(s): Bob Azzam; Eddie Barclay
Performer(s): Bob Azzam; Los Carayos
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila attaarim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Thala aya Mustapha yaémil quélam
Hénéal quamé bémane avénéal quélam
Where my live oh guest oh guest, yes my love
Oh guest oh guest {2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Quand je t'ai vu sur le balcon
Tu m'as dit monte et ne fait pas d' façon
{2x}
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Tu m'as allumé avec une allumette
Et tu m'as fait perdre la à tête
{2x}
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Zondag 7 mei 1972
Golden Earrings
Golden Earrings
Composer(s): Victor Young; Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She (he) belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few
But if you wear those golden earrings
Love will come to you
By the burning fire, they will glow with ev'ry coal
You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul
So be my gypsy
Make love your guiding light
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Tattoo
Tattoo
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother"
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Mustang Sally
Mustang Sally
Composer(s): Sir Mack Rice
Originally performed by: Sir Mack Rice
Covered by various other artists
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
You've been runnin' all over the town now
Oh guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground
Chorus
Listen, All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
One of these early mornings baby
Gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes
I bought you a brand new mustang
'bout nineteen sixty five
Now you come 'round, signifying a woman baby
you don't wanna let me ride.
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
You've been runnin' all over the town now
Got to put your flat feet on the ground
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Golden Days
Golden Days
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Dorothy Donnelly
Performer(s): Nelson Eddy;
and various other artists
Down where the Neckar flows swiftly along
Nestles a town that is famous in song
Laughing lads roam through its streets so quaint
No one’s a sinner, much less a saint
Twilight comes stealing and moonlight shines down
Painting with silver old Heidelberg Town
Hark how the echoes are ringing; with their song!
Laughing, they circle their glasses
All night long
Golden days in the sunshine of our happy youth
Golden days, full of innocence and full of truth
In our hearts we remember them all else above
Golden days, days of youth and love
How we laughed with a gaiety that had no sting
Looking back through memory’s haze
We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime
Golden days, when we’re young, Golden days
Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
Tattle-Tale Duck
Tattle-Tale Duck
Composer(s): Bob Merril
Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck
The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck
She'll tell on me, she'll tell on you
And add a little to the story, too!
The tattle tale, tattle tale quacketty quack
She waggles in front and she wiggles in back
Oh just look out, you're out of luck
If you get caught by the tattle tale duck
the rooster just dropped in to "Joe's"
To say "hello" to boys he knows
But here is the story that came back
According to old quack quack quack
'Twere sixteen blondes and ten brunettes
The kind don't care how late it gets
They danced all night and she'll insist
She counted ev'ry blonde the rooster kissed
Now when the rooster did come in
His hen picked up her rolling pin
The duck had called her on the phone
It almost wrecked their happy home
So, if you steal a kiss or two
The pigs won't squeal, the cow's won't moo
There ain't a rooster's gonna cluck
But please be careful of the tattle-tale duck
Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
Musta Got Lost
Musta Got Lost
Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain’t supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-o-v-e
and if you abuse it yer goin to lose it
and if you lose it yer goin to abuse and
if you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose it
cuz you aint going to have it further on down the line
and things aint going to be so fine
and yer going to be sitting there on your little machine
tryin to look and keep it clean and
You’re going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
and that's why your sittin there by the telephone
and you know that she aint goin to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
segueing right into the Tomorrow show
but that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio
the radio don’t' seem to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
and there's somethin there you got to overlook
and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind!
"You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind
I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!"
So you start walking over to her house
and you get over to her house
and you walk over to her door and
you start poundin on her door and you say
"Open up the door bitch!”
This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door
and then you just kinda walk up to her and say
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
and you say "Oh my darling
you know her and me was at the party as friends
do not believe what they say
that's only gossip that they tellin ya
a wise crack of lies!"
You say Darling!!!
Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba
What's the name of the chick with the long hair?
(Rapunzle!) Hey Rapunzle!
Hey Raputa! Raputa the Buta!
Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climb
up to the ladder of your love!!
Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya
"Love comes once and when it comes
you better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love
you grab aint going to last and
I believe I musta
You know I think I musta
You know baby I think I musta
You know I think I musta
I musta got lost!!!!!!!
1…2….3…
Never thought about tomorrow
Seemed like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by
Shoulda loved, you told me
I refused to love, I let it die
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, musta got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don’t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I have a way to see it go
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Love can be a sweet thing
girl I just don't understand
made a game outta lovin' you
now I hold a loose hand
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line, hey
Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost
somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
C’mon
Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
Your lovin', give it to me all night long
I said your love got me higher
than I ever been lifted before
I said your love got me higher
than I ever been lifted before……
Somewhere……………………
Vrijdag 5 mei 1972
Golden Brown
Golden Brown
Composer(s): Jet Black;
Jean Jacques Burnel; Hugh Cornwell; Dave Greenfield
Performer(s): The Stranglers;
and various other artists
Golden brown
texture like sun
Lays me down
with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
no need to fight
Never a frown
with golden brown
Ev'ry time
just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
takes both my hands
Never a frown
with golden brown
Golden brown
finer temptress
Through the age she's heading west
From far away
stays for a day
Never a frown
with golden brown
Never a frown with golden brown
Never a frown with golden brown
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Tattletale
Tattletale
Composer(s): Bob Schaefer - Irving Rose - Jack Lawrence
You're a tattletale
You keep rushing to and fro
Babbling like a radio
Telling everything you know
When you're supposed to keep it in ya
You spread it from Virginia to Seattle
Tattletale
You're a tattletale
I should hide you on a shelf
You're a mischief-making elf
Even tattle on yourself
Altho' I tell you many secrets
They aren't any secrets when you prattle
Tattletale
It wouldn't matter that you chatter
And you get in my hair
If you'd get into my arms
Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care
About who married who, if it isn't me and you!
But you're lovable
I'm completely mad about
And what dreams I've had about you
You little gadabout
Why don't you shout it from a steeple
And tell a million people
That I love you, tattletale
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Mussolini's Letter To Hitler
Mussolini's Letter To Hitler
Composer(s): Carson J. Robison
Performer(s): Carson Robison
Dear Hitler: I wrote you a letter
And I used the new address you sent
But Moscow returned it this morning
With a word written on it in red
It’s a word I’ve been hearing quite often
And I know just how much it hurts
You’ve heard it yourself from the British
Dear Adolf, that word was Nerts!
I’m writing again for a favor
Although I feel sure it’s no use
But now that Japan is your fall guy
Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose!
I’m longing so much for the old days
When they greeted me with bravos
And I like the old salute better
Without their thumb to their nose
Your Gestapo you sent here to help me
Don’t know what a big shot I am
Please tell them their Bronx cheers annoy me
And I don’t like the way they say “Scram!”
The last speech I made to my people
I outlined your Russian idea
And instead of the cheers I expected
I heard someone snicker “Oh yeah?”
Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin
And here’s a suggestion he made
“Better tell your dear old friend Adolf
To brush up on his wallpaper trade
And the next time that you see Max Schmeling
Here’s something that he oughta know
The Yankees have got a new weapon
That’s known as Brown Bomber Joe”
Well Adolf, I better be closing
So Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil!
And please don’t forget that old promise
That you’d give me the whole British Isles!
P.S. Don’t think I’m complaining
But my wardrobe is looking quite sad
Can you spare me an old suit of Goering’s?
Maybe it won’t smell too bad
Donderdag 4 mei 1972
Golden Boy
Golden Boy
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Écoutez-moi bien
Voici la confession d'un homme de bien
Comme quoi parti de pas grand chose
On peut arriver à rien
J'téléphone, je n'faxe pas
J'cherche pas mes mots, je n'écris pas
J'ai perdu l'sens de la grammaire
J'suis r'tourné à l'ère primaire
Mes pensées sont banales
Enrichissantes, certes, mais vénales
"Golden Boy", j'suis dans les affaires
J'côtoies les grands de cett' terre
En amour là, j'suis mal
J'dévalue, j'gagne pas à l'oral
La bourse de Tokyo vers minuit
9 heures de New York, c'est 15 heures à Paris
Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
"Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
C'qui est compatible dans la vie
C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
Déjà p'tit, à l'école
J'faisais dans l'traffic de chewing-gum
Coco-boer et Tutti Frutti
Contre un d'voir, j'gonflais les prix
Tête dans l'ordinateur
J'suis devenu myope boursicoteur
Puis un "raider" m'a tout appris
Tous sauf le sens de la vie
"Golden Boy", ça fait désordre
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Sortir tard les clients
"Queen", "Bains Douches", les endrotis "chébrans"
Surtout pour un couple, c'est l'enfer garanti.
"Golden Boy", ça doit faire
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
"Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
C'qui est compatible dans la vie
C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
"Golden Boy", ça doit faire
Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
Délits d'initiés le midi
O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
Golden Boy
Golden Boy
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Tattler
Tattler
((Adapted from: You Can't Stop A Tattler - Part 2 (Washington Phillips) - 1968))
Composer(s): Ry Cooder - Russ Titelman - Washington Phillips
Performer(s): Ry Cooder - 1974
and multiple other artists
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no
It's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree
Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be
But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home
But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" "
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La Musique... La Musique...
Où elle était la Musique?
Dans les salons lustrés aux lustres vénérés?
Dans les concerts secrets aux secrets crinolines?
Dans les temps reculés aux reculs empaffés?
Dans les palais conquis aux conquêtes câlines?
C'est là qu'elle se pâme c'est là qu'elle se terre la Musique...
Nous c'est dans la rue qu'on la veut la Musique!
Et elle y viendra!
Et nous l'aurons la Musique!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Depuis voilà bientôt trente ans
Depuis voilà bientôt dix jours
Depuis voilà bientôt ta gorge
Depuis voilà bientôt ta source
Depuis que je traîne ma course
Au creux des nuits comme un forçat
À patibuler mon écorce
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Je suis un arbre non daté
Depuis que je bois à ma porte
Et que de l'enfer tu m'apportes
De quoi trancher sur l'avenir
Depuis que rien ne se dévore
À part les ombres sur le mur
Depuis que tu me sers encore
La défaite sur canapé
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Une araignée m'a dit "bonsoir"
Elle se traînait au crépuscule
Depuis que mon âme bascule
Vers des pays plus mécaniques
Depuis que gavé de musique
Je vais porter ma gueule ailleurs
Une araignée m'a dit "d'ailleurs
Le tout c'est d'avoir la pratique"
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Ludwig! Ludwig! T'es sourdingue?
Ludwig la Joie Ludwig la Paix
Ludwig! L'orthographe c'est con!
Et puis c'est d'un très haut panache
Et ton vin rouge a fait des taches
Sur ta portée des contrebasses
Ludwig! Réponds! T'es sourdingue ma parole!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Cela doit-il être?
Cela est!
La Musique... La Musique...
Où est-elle aujourd'hui?
La Musique se meurt Madame!
Penses-tu! La Musique?
Tu la trouves à Polytechnique
Entre deux équations, ma chère!
Avec Boulez dans sa boutique
Un ministre à la boutonnière
Dans la rue la Musique!
Music? in the street!
La Musica? nelle strade!
Beethoven strasse!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Cela doit-il être?
Cela est!
Woensdag 3 mei 1972
Golden Arrow
Golden Arrow
Composer(s): Harry Williams; Egbert Van Alstyne
Out in the shade of a glade sat a maid
with burning cheeks all aglow
Eyes black as night
but as bright as the light of any sunset in Idaho
For by her side was the pride of a tribe
the son of Chief Arrow-Bow
And in the ear of his dear
sweet and clear
he whispered low
She then replied "I'm your bride by your side
We'll hunt the big buffalo
I'll be your dear, never fear, ever near
For I'm your Arrow and you're my beau
You lead the way where you may from today
for you must guide me, you know"
"Then I can see we'll agree
come with me," said Arrow-Bow
"My little Golden Arrow I love you
You've pierced my heart it's true
pretty Sioux, through and through
Take me to be your fallen sparrow, do
For Golden Arrow my life belongs to you"
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Tatoué Jérémie
Tatoué Jérémie
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Parce qu'il avait cette fille dans la peau
Et pour ne pas l'oublier
Il se l'était fait tatouer
Tatouer
Juste à la place du coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Jérémie
Tout l'monde en coeur!
Tatouer un coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
On peut lire à l'intérieur
Jérémie
De même sur les avant-bras
Tatoué Jérémie
De même où ça n'se voit pas
Jérémie
Encore une fois!
Où ça n'se voit pas
Tatoué Jérémie
C'est à dire un peu plus bas
Jérémie
Malheur de malheur maintenant qu'il n'l'aime plus
Comment faire pour effacer
Ce qu'il a fait tatouer
Tatouer
Faudrait arracher ce coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Qu'est tatoué sur son coeur
Jérémie
Tout le monde en coeur!
Arraché ce coeur
Tatoué Jérémie
Avec c'qu'il y a à l'intérieur
Jérémie
De même pour les avants-bras
Tatoué Jérémie
Surtout où ça n'se voit pas
Jérémie
Encore une fois!
Où ça n'se voit pas
Tatoué Jérémie
C'est-à-dire un peu plus bas
Jé-ré-mie
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Muskrat Ramble
Muskrat Ramble
Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Kid Ory
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
and various other artists
Shufflin', shufflin', shufflin' down
Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
Look at that train number 709
It's a fuffin' and a puffin' and comin' on time
Who do you think is about to arrive
It's the band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum
Da da da da dum
Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
You never heard it played, join in the big parade
Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
Come on and ramble along
Loooooook at them a shufflin' shufflin' down
Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
Seeeee that 709
Huffin' and puffin' on time
Who do you think's about to arrive
The band they call the Dixieland Five
Da da da da dum
Da da da da dum
Da da da da da da da da dum
They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
You never heard it played, join in the big parade
Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
Come on and ramble along
Dinsdag 2 mei 1972
Gold Records In The Snow
Gold Records In The Snow
Composer(s): Benny Barnes; Gordon Baxter
Performer(s): Benny Barnes
From the City of Angels
And the deep East Texas Pines
From the plains of bold West Texas came three young men so fine
From their lips came the golden songs that young hearts are made to
know
From the spotlights of a crowded stage or a lonely radio
Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Biggest Bopper who
Left them rockin' and rollin' in the ailes and then rose into the blue
In the cold dark skies flew a tiny plane, the pilot just left his bride
In the heavens never to return with three new stars inside
On a lonely farm in Iowa beside an old fence row
They searched the wreckage just to find gold records in the snow
Now their last show is over and the story has been told
We've got their golden records but everything they have is gold
Maandag 1 mei 1972
'Tater Pie
