Dinsdag 3 oktober 1972
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Maandag 2 oktober 1972
Tell Me A Story
Tell Me A Story
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jimmy Boyd
Junior:
Tell me story, tell me story
Tell me story, remember what you said
You promised me you said you would
You got to give in so I'll be good
Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father:
Oh, worry, worry, weary ends my day
Time to go home without my raise in pay
Home by the fire where a man can just relax
Sippers there by the chair, not a worry, not a care
Along comes Junior swinging his little axe
Junior:
Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
Tell me about the birds and bees
How do you make a chicken sneeze
Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father:
Came home so late one evening last July
Played a little poker the time had passed me by
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin' a prayer
Then a voice comes through the air ....
Junior:
Hi you there, Daddy
Remember what you said
Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
Tell me how your eye got black
Because the doorway hit you back
Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father:
Once upon a time I remember long ago
Junior:
Don't go back in history
Your memory's kinda slow
Father:
Stop your noisy talkin'
Until I finish with my tale
Once upon a...
Junior:
Upon a what...
Father:
Upon your back you'll get a swat
Junior:
Tell me about the fish you caught
That's was bigger than a whale
Junior:
Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
You promised me, you said you would
You gotta give in so I'll be good
Father:
Here's a tale you'll never forget
(Tap, tap, tap)
Junior:
Ouch
My tails all red
Father:
And now get up to bed
Junior:
Ha, ha come on Daddy
Tell me a story
Hee, hee
Maandag 2 oktober 1972
My Lady Héroïne
My Lady Héroïne
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Albert W. Ketelbey
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Oh ma beauté ma divine
Referme sur moi tes ailes
Mon bel ange ma toute belle
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Ma liaison clandestine
En douceur mon sucre candi
Emmène-moi au paradis
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Oh ma beauté ma divine
Toi mon amour platonique
Mon bébé ma fille unique
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Aussi pure que Justine
Tous les malheurs de ta vertu
Et tous ses bonheurs me tuent
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Dans ta beauté je devine
Quand ton regard me transperce
Tous les charmes de la Perse
Oh my Lady Héroïne
Mon opium ma cocaïne
Est-tu venue d'Extrême Orient
Ou bien d'un marché persan
Maandag 2 oktober 1972
Gorrión
Gorrión
Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo; Celoso
Gorrión, quién va a querer a un pajarillo como tú
gorrión, que siempre vas de corazón en corazón
gorrión, cuando tus alas en la noche estén perdidas
quién te va a querer, quién te va a ayudar... Gorrión
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién te dará, cobijo y pan
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién va aliviar, tu soledad
Gorrión, que como ella eres libre y poco fiel
gorrión, que como ella sólo buscas mi calor
gorrión, por qué te comes el amor que hay en mis manos
y echas a volar, y echas a volar... Gorrión
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién te dará, cobijo y pan
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién va aliviar, tu soledad
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién te dará, cobijo y pan
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién va aliviar, tu soledad
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién te dará, cobijo y pan
Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté
quién va aliviar, tu soledad
Zondag 1 oktober 1972
Tell Me You Love Me
Tell Me You Love Me
Composer(s): Cochran - Hardmen - Nicholls
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
Tell me you love me
Say you'll be mine
Tell me you'll miss me
Every day, every night, all of the time
Tell me you need me
Say you'll be true
Tell me you love me
As much as I love you
Zondag 1 oktober 1972
My Kinda Love
My Kinda Love
Composer(s): Louis Alter; Jo Trent
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and various other artists
My kinda love, your kinda love
Keeps me believing, although you're deceiving
My kinda love, one way to paradise
My kinda lips, your kinda lips
When love comes stealing, encourage that feeling
My kinda love, one way to paradise
Although you're happy today
You may be gone tomorrow
Love comes but once, don't be a dunce
When you need it, steal it, beg or borrow
I'm fond of you, you're fond of me
Tell me you love me and hug me and squeeze me
My kinda love, one way to paradise
Although you're happy today
You may be gone tomorrow
Love comes but once, don't be a dunce
When you need it, beg or steal or borrow
I'm fond of you, you're fond of me
Tell me you love me and hug me and squeeze me
My kinda love, one way to paradise
Zondag 1 oktober 1972
Gorda
Gorda
Composer(s): Rubén Fuentes
Performer(s): Javier Solis; Dueto Miseria
Gorda, reina de mi vida
cuánto te quiero
gorda, gorda consentida
cómo te adoro
Estar junto a ti
decirte lo que siento
verte feliz
y ser tu pensamiento
Gorda, mi único tesoro
mi único anhelo
gorda, tú eres quien adoro
eres mi cielo
Hoy te ofrezco mi amor
este verso y esta flor
y llevarte aquí en mi pecho
junto a Dios
Gorda, reina de mi vida
cuánto te quiero
gorda, tú eres quien adoro
eres mi cielo
Hoy te ofrezco mi amor
este verso y esta flor
y llevarte aquí en mi pecho
junto a Dios
Gorda de mi vida
Zaterdag 30 september 1972
Tell Me (Why Nights Are Lonely)
Tell Me (Why Nights Are Lonely)
Composer(s): Callahan - Kortlander
Performer(s): Doris Day
Tell me why nights are lonesome
Tell my why days are blue
Tell me why all the sunshine
Comes just the one time when I’m with you
Why do I hate to go, dear?
And hate to say ‘goodbye’?
Now somehow it’s always so, dear
And if you know, dear, please tell me why?
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
La-da, la-la-da-de
Why do I hate to go, dear?
And hate to say ‘goodbye’?
Now somehow it’s always so, dear
And if you know, dear, please tell me why?
Zaterdag 30 september 1972
My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is)
My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is)
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
And so I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who, smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has, all that jazz
And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
Zaterdag 30 september 1972
Google Eye
Google Eye
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk;
The Nashville Teens; Sheb Wooley
Jump in me old jeep wagon
Bump it to the banks of the river
Dig me a worm and a cricket squirm
And a-wade out into the water
Oh, goodbye google eye
Eat him up a-google eye a-google eye a-google eye
Eat him up a-google eye a-google eye a-google eye
Goodbye google eye
Bait me a hook in the morning
Throw him out into the water
Make him swim with a dorsal fin
And come home to me daughter
Oh oh goodbye google eye...
Google eye swim by me hipboot
Look up at me from the water
Google eye chomp and me fall on me romp
But me get him up out of the water
Oh goodbye google eye...
Google eye fry in the sizzle
Sweet smoke lay on the water
Take old google eye's scales 'n tails
Home to me daughter
Oh goodbye google eye
Ate him up a-google eye, a-google eye, a-google eye
Ate him up a-google eye, a-google eye, a-google eye
Good bye google eye
Vrijdag 29 september 1972
Tell Me
Tell Me
Composer(s): Tom Scholz
Performer(s): Boston
I stand on my own
And wonder if you've ever been alone with all the world around you
Say the word; I'd be there
And like a fool I'd go anywhere
Just like the day I found you
Tell me what you see
Tell me you believe in my love
Tell me what you need
Tell me you believe in my love
I don't understand what to say
You take my breath then you walk away
Your life goes on without me
And you can look right at me
But in your eyes it's a mystery
What do you fell about me?
Tell me if it's real
Tell me what you feel in my love
Tell me what you see
Tell me you believe in my love
Tell me what to give
Tell me I can live for your love
Tell me not to leave
Tell me to believe in your love
I don't really know what to say
I don't know how but I could learn to pray
If prayin' makes you hear me
I could stay on my own
And wonder if I'd have ever known
But I just want you near me
Tell me if it's real
Tell me what you feel in my love
Tell me what you need
Tell me you believe in my love
Tell me what to give
Tell me how to live for your love
Tell me what you see
Tell me to believe in your love
Vrijdag 29 september 1972
My Kind Of Music
My Kind Of Music
Composer(s): Edgar Leslie; Phillip Park
Performer(s): Sam Browne; Lew Stone
Roaring traffic, the tramping of feet
Lilting laughter from crowds in the street
That’s my kind of music
I want to go to town
Phone bells ringing, a pneumatic drill
Swing doors swinging, loose change in the till
That’s my kind of music
I want to go to town
Two lovers doing a spot of wooing
Inside a taxi creeping round the park
The elevators, the escalators
The roar of rush hour trains
And ‘mind the doors, pass down the car, please’
Give me rhythm, the best in the land
Let me hear that Palladium band
That’s my kind of music
The top of the world is London Town
I want to go to town
Vrijdag 29 september 1972
Goofus
Goofus
Composer(s): William Harold; Gus Kahn; Wayne King
Performer(s): The Carpenters;
and various other artists
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth
Who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip
And I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
I'd start to play, folks used to say
Sounds a little goofus to me
Corn-fed chords appeal to me
I like rustic harmony
Hold the note 'n change the key
That's called goofus
Not accordin' to the rules
That you learn at music schools
But the folks just dance like fools
They love goofus
Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long
The leader said I played all the music wrong
So I stepped out with an outfit of my own
Got together a new kind of orchestry
And we all played just the same goofus harmony
And I must admit, we made a hit
Goofus has been lucky for me
I must admit, we made a hit
Goofus has been lucky for me
Donderdag 28 september 1972
Tell Mama
Tell Mama
Composer(s): Raymond Simmonds
Performer(s): Savoy Brown
Quit my job, aint got no money
Seems I have to leave this town
Packed my bags, run to the station
Board the train thats eastward bound
Tell Mama
And all the folks back home
Sometimes a man just feels
He's got to make it alone
Tell Mama
Why I'm leaving so soon
Because this life I live
Has got me sick through and through
Nothing to do, thats why I had to go
Seemed no use in hanging round
I can't stop now, the tickets in my hand
Board the train thats eastward bound
Tell Mama
And all the folks back home
Sometimes a man just feels
He's got to make it alone
Tell Mama
Why I'm leaving so soon
Because this life I live
Has got me sick through and through
Quit my job, aint got no money
Seems I have to leave this town
Tell Mama
And all the folks back home
Sometimes a man just feels
He's got to make it alone
Tell Mama
Why I'm leaving so soon
Because this life I live
Has got me sick through and through
Donderdag 28 september 1972
My Kind Of Girl
My Kind Of Girl
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Matt Monro
and various other artists
She walks like an angel walks
She talks like an angel talks
And her hair has a kind of curl
To my mind shes my kind of girl
Shes wise like an angel's wise
With eyes like an angel's eyes
And her smile's like a kind of pearl
To my mind shes my kind of girl
Pretty little face
That face just knocks me off-a my feet
Pretty little feet
Shes really sweet enough to eat
She looks like an angel looks
She even cooks like an angel cooks
And my mind's in a kind of whirl
To my mind she's my kind of girl
Pretty little face
That face just knocks me off-a my feet
Pretty little feet
Shes really sweet enough to eat
She looks like an angel looks
She even cooks like an angel cooks
And my mind's in a kind of whirl
To my mind she's my kind of girl
And my heart's kinda filled with joy
Because she told me I'm her kind of boy
Donderdag 28 september 1972
Goody Two Shoes
Goody Two Shoes
Composer(s): Adam Ant; Marco Pirroni
Performer(s): Adam & The Ants;
Danny Dean & The Homewreckers; The Starlite Singers
With the heartbreak open so much you can't hide
Put on a little make up
make - up
Make sure they get your good side
good side
If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token
token
write it on a pound note
pound note
Goody Two
Goody Two
Goody-Goody Two Shoes
Goody Two
Goody Two
Goody-Goody Two Shoes
You don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do?
You don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do?
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside
We don't follow fashion that would be a joke
You know we're gonna set them
set them
So evr'yone can take note
take note
When I saw you kneeling crying words that you mean
Opening the eye-balls
eye-balls
Pretending that you're Al Green
Al Green
Goody-Two
Goody-Two
Goody-Goody Two Shoes . . .
No one's gonna tell me what's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with
sleep with
Or foul up on the big fight
big fight
Look out or they will tell you you're a super star
Two weeks and you're an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far
If the word's unspoken get stuck in your throat . . .
Don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do? . .
Don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do?
Don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do?
Don't drink
don't smoke
What do you do?
Woensdag 27 september 1972
Ne Me Splitte Pas
Ne Me Splitte Pas
((Adapted from: Ne Me Quitte Pas (Simone Langlois) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Hugo Poliart
Bronvermelding: http://www.13lignes.be (22 januari 2011)
Ne me splitte pas
Il faut négocier
Tout peut s'négocier
Qui s'enfuit déjà?
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
À savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
À coups de pourquoi
Le conciliateur
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas...
Moi je t'offrirai
Des tas de compromis
Un nouveau pays
Où on ne chôme pas
Je te laisserai des terres, et la Mer du Nord
Si on peut encore, y boire une bonne bière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'emploi sera à toi
La sécu sera à moi
Mais on gardera la Reine
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas...
Ne me splitte pas
Je te rédigerai
Des notes insensées
Que tu approuveras
Je te parlerai
De ces partis-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leur score augmenter
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu se reposer
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas...
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
D'un gouvernement
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des têtes brûlées
Prêtes à négocier
Jusqu'au mois d'avril
Mais quand je lis Le Soir
Avec Jan Bucquoy
Le rouge, jaune et noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas?
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Je ne veux plus voter
Je n'vais plus me raser
Je me cacherai là
À te regarder
Parler et sourire
Dans ma petite télé
Pour éviter le pire
Je veux bien grandir
Te tendre la main
Apprendre le latin
Et l'apprendre à mon chien
Mais Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas...
Woensdag 27 september 1972
My Johnny Was A Shoemaker
My Johnny Was A Shoemaker
(Tradional)
Performer(s): Steeleye Span
and multiple other artists
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea
With pitch and tar to soil his hands
He will sail across the sea, stormy sea
And sail across the stormy sea
His jacket was a deep sky-blue and curly was his hair
His jacket was a deep sky-blue, it was I do declare
And to reeve the top sails up against the mast
And to sail across the sea, stormy sea
He'll sail across the stormy sea
Some day he'll be a captain bold with a brave and gallant crew
Some day he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spy glass too
And when he has his gallant captain's sword
He'll come home and marry me, marry me
He will come home and marry me
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea
With pitch and tar to soil his hands
He will sail across the sea, stormy sea
And sail across the stormy sea
My Johnny he made shoes and dearly he loved me
With pitch all on his hands, he'll sail across the sea
His jacket it was blue, curly hair had he
He'll be a captain bold and sail across the sea
Stormy sea, He'll sail across the stormy sea
Woensdag 27 september 1972
Goody Goody Gumdrops
Goody Goody Gumdrops
Composer(s): Billy Carl;
Jerry Kasenetz; Jeff Katz; Reid Whitelaw
Performer(s): 1910 Fruitgum Company;
Des Lee & Miami; The Pooh Sticks
I'm gettin' weaker, weaker
Every time I hear your name
Oh she's gettin sweeter, sweeter
This girls' drivin' me insane
Goody, goody gumdrops
My heart is doing flip flops
Gee what love can do
I'm gonnna shout it from the rooftops
Goody, goody gumdrops
With a girl like you
Everything is good about her
I just couldn't live without her
Cause when I kiss her
My words come out this way
Goody, goody gumdrops
My heart is doing flip flops
Gee what love can do
I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops
Goody, goody gumdrops
With a girl like you
To look into her baby blue eyes
Right down to her dainty shoe size
I know when I see her
There's nothing left to say
But goody, goody gumdrops
My heart is doing flip flops
Gee what love can do
I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops
Goody, goody gumdrops
With a girl like you
I'm gettin' weaker, weaker
Every time I hear your name
Oh she's gettin sweeter, sweeter
This girl's drivin' me insane
Goody, goody gumdrops
My heart is doing flip flops
Gee what love can do
I'm gonnna shout it from the rooftops
Goody, goody gumdrops
With a girl like you
Dinsdag 26 september 1972
Tell Lorrie I Love Her
