Woensdag 8 november 1972
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Dinsdag 7 november 1972
Tempo E Artista
Tempo E Artista
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Imagino o artista num anfiteatro
Onde o tempo é a grande estrela
Vejo o tempo obrar a sua arte
Tendo o mesmo artista como tela
Modelando o artista ao seu feitio
O tempo, com seu lápis impreciso
Põe-lhe rugas ao redor da boca
Como contrapesos de um sorriso
Já vestindo a pele do artista
O tempo arrebata-lhe a garganta
O velho cantor subindo ao palco
Apenas abre a voz, e o tempo canta
Dança o tempo sem cessar, montando
O dorso do exausto bailarino
Trêmulo, o ator recita um drama
Que ainda está por ser escrito
No anfiteatro, sob o céu de estrelas
Um concerto eu imagino
Onde, num relance, o tempo alcance a glória
E o artista, o infinito
Dinsdag 7 november 1972
My Lovely Rose Of Clare
My Lovely Rose Of Clare
Traditional (Ireland)
Oh my lovely rose of Clare
You're the sweetest girl I know
You're the Queen of all the roses
Like the pretty flowers that grow
You are the sunshine of my life
So beautiful and fair
And I will always love you
My lovely Rose of Clare
Oh the sun it shines out like a jewel
On the lovely hills of Clare
As I strolled along with my sweet lass
One evening at the fair
Her eyes they shone like silver streams
Her long and golden hair
For I have won the heart of one
My lovely Rose of Clare
As we walked down by the river bank
Watched the Shannon flowing by
And listened to the nightingale
Singing songs for you and I
And to say farewell
To all you true and fair
For I have stolen the heart of one
My lovely Rose of Clare
Dinsdag 7 november 1972
Gracias (José Alfredo Jiménez)
Gracias
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez:
and various other artists
Cómo puedo pagar
que me quieran a mí
por todas mis canciones
ya me puse a pensar
y no alcanzo a cubrir
tan lindas intenciones
He ganado dinero
para comprar un mundo
más bonito que el nuestro
pero todo lo aviento
porque quiero morirme
como muere mi pueblo
Yo no quiero saber
que se siente tener
millones y millones
si tuviera con qué
compraría para mí
otros dos corazones
para hacerlos vibrar
y llenar otra vez
sus almas de ilusiones
y poderles pagar
que me quieran a mí
y a todas mis canciones
"Deveras, muchas gracias
por haberme aguantado tanto tiempo
desde 1947 hasta 1972 y yo siento
que todavía me quieren
¿saben porqué? porque yo he ganado
más aplausos que dinero
el dinero pues no sé
ni por donde lo tiré
pero los aplausos
esos los traigo aquí adentro
y ya no me los quita nadie
esos se van conmigo hasta la muerte"
Para poderles pagar
que me quieran a mí
y a todas mis canciones
Maandag 6 november 1972
Tempête Dans Un Bénitier
Tempête Dans Un Bénitier
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Les Petits Français
Tempête dans un bénitier
Le souverain pontife avecque
Les évêques, les archevêques
Nous font un satané chantier
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
À la fête liturgique
Plus de grand's pompes, soudain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Plus de mystère magique
Le rite qui nous envoûte
S'avère alors anodin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et les fidèl's s'en foutent
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Je ne suis pas le seul, morbleu
Depuis que ces règles sévissent
À ne plus me rendre à l'office
Dominical que quand il pleut
Il ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
En renonçant à l'occulte
Faudra qu'ils fassent tintin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Pour le denier du culte
À la saison printanière
Suisse, bedeau, sacristain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
F'ront l'églis' buissonnière
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Ces oiseaux sont des enragés
Ces corbeaux qui scient, rognent, tranchent
La saine et bonne vieille branche
De la croix où ils sont perchés
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
Le vin du sacré calice
Se change en eau de boudin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et ses vertus faiblissent
À Lourdes, Sète ou bien Parme
Comme à Quimper Corentin
Le presbytère sans le latin
A perdu de son charme
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Maandag 6 november 1972
My Lovely Revenge
My Lovely Revenge
Composer(s): Agnew; Jane Wiedlin
Performer(s): Jane Wiedlin
Shiny hair and a perfect body
A great life where everyone adores me
Killer boyfriend, big fancy car
And a mansion made for a movie star
You'll regret it that you blew it
And I'll make sure that you knew it
And till I get more than enough
Be scheming still be dreaming of
My Lovely Revenge
My Lovely Revenge
Accumulating more and more stuff
Without neglecting inside and up above
Advancing the spiritual
Not forgetting my intellectual
Till I become the perfect combination
The paragon of a generation
You'll be sorry of course you will
When you see me completely fulfilled
My Lovely Revenge
My Lovely Revenge
Everything you want/Everything you need/Everything you hope for I'll be
Everything I want/everything I need/Everything I get will be...
My Lovely Revenge
My Lovely Revenge
Maandag 6 november 1972
Gracias (Javier Solis)
Gracias
Composer(s): Antonio Guijarro; Augusto Algueró
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
Gracias por haberte conocido, por haberme sonreído
Por mirarme, por hablarme
Gracias, por haberte amado tanto, por tu risa y por tu llanto
Y por todas tus palabras de amor
Tengo que darte las gracias por estar cerca de mí
Y por las miles de cosas que yo siento junto a ti
Gracias, por haberte conocido, porque nunca me has mentido
Porque siempre me has querido amor
Tengo que darte las gracias por estar cerca de mí
Y por las miles de cosas que yo siento junto a ti
Gracias, por haberte conocido, porque nunca me has mentido
Por quererme, por besarme, por hacerme tan feliz
Zondag 5 november 1972
Tempestade
Tempestade
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner - Zeca Baleiro
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu nem sabia
Desse cinema mudo nos teus olhos
Dessa chuva caindo como um dia
Desse rio sem mar
Do riso agora
Eu nem pensava
Em ter a tempestade entre os dentes
E o luar nas mãos como se um peixe
Pudesse respirar longe do aquário
Eu nem sabia
Que os dias eram meus como um tesouro
E a paixão um risco no asfalto
Aonde os carros sofrem sem poesia
Eu nem pensava
Que o meu desejo era um trem de ferro
Que a música parecia silêncio
E a vida era uma flor desavisada
Florindo o chão rachado do sertão
Zondag 5 november 1972
My Love, My Love
My Love, My Love
Composer(s): Tonj Acquaviva; Bob Haymes
Performer(s): Alma Cogan
and various other artists
Who makes the robin sing
My love, my love
Who brings the joy to spring
Who else but you my love
Who makes my poor heart cry
My love, my love
Whose eyes are stars on high
None else but yours my love
As sweet as morning mist
Are the lips that heaven kissed
As endless as the sea
Is the love that you gave to me
And what have I to give
My love, my love
As long as I shall live
You'll always be my love
As sweet as morning mist
Are the lips that heaven kissed
As endless as the sea
Is the love that you gave to me
And what have I to give
My love, my love
As long as I shall live
You'll always be my love
Zondag 5 november 1972
Graceland
Graceland
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon;
Big Daddy; Erin Bode; Willie Nelson
The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I’m going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I’ve reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
She comes back to tell me she’s gone
As if I didn’t know that
As if I didn’t know my own bed
As if I’d never notice
The way she brushed her hair from
Her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
I’m going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I’m looking at ghosts and empties
But I’ve reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we’re bouncing into
Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
In Graceland, In Graceland
I’m going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There’s some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
Zaterdag 4 november 1972
Temma Harbour
Temma Harbour
Composer(s): Philamore Lincoln
Performer(s): Mary Hopkin
In a giant lemon tree, alone my friend and me
We both climb down and cross the sand until we reach the sea
And the waves come higher, higher as we sway and dance
And the way I feel makes me want to take a chance
Sing a song of Temma Harbour, climb a coconut tree
Catch a fish and light a fire, drink some wine with me
And if you say you like me and I like you
We can live and dream together in the world that's new
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine (Sun, sun, sun, sunshine)
In the treehouse here we lay above the blue sea spray
The tide rolls in and on the wind guitars begin to play
And the waves come higher, higher as we sway and dance
And the way I feel makes me want to take a chance
Sing a song of Temma Harbour, climb a coconut tree
Catch a fish and light a fire, drink some wine with me
And if you say you like me and I like you
We can live and dream together in the world that's new
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine (Sun, sun, sun, sunshine)
Sing a song of Temma Harbour, climb a coconut tree
Catch a fish and light a fire, drink some wine with me
Lalala…
Zaterdag 4 november 1972
My Love Will Not Let You Down
My Love Will Not Let You Down
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
At night I go to bed
But I just can't sleep
I got something runnin' around my head
Ooh that just won't keep
In the silence I hear my heart beatin'
Time slippin' away
I got a time bomb tickin' deep inside of me
Girl all I want to say
I keep searchin' for you darlin'
Searchin everywhere I go
And when I find you there's gonna be just one thing that you gotta know
One thing you gotta know
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
At night I walk the streets lookin' for romance
But I always end up stumblin' in a half trance
I search for a connection in some new eyes
That hardly protect you from too many dreams passed by
I see you standin', across the room watchin' me without a sound
I'm gonna push my way through that crowd
I'm gonna tear your holy walls down
Tear all your walls down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
Well hold still now darlin'
Hold still for God's sake
'Cause I got me a promise
I ain't afraid to make (I ain't afraid to make)
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down
Zaterdag 4 november 1972
Göttingen
Göttingen
Composer(s): Barbara
Performer(s): Barbara;
Soledad Bravo; Roland Dyens
Bien sûr, ce n'est pas la Seine
Ce n'est pas le bois de Vincennes
Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Pas de quais et pas de rengaines
Qui se lamentent et qui se traînent
Mais l'amour y fleurit quand même
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Ils savent mieux que nous, je pense
L'histoire de nos rois de France
Herman, Peter, Helga et Hans
A Göttingen.
Et que personne ne s'offense
Mais les contes de notre enfance
"Il était une fois" commence
A Göttingen
Bien sûr nous, nous avons la Seine
Et puis notre bois de Vincennes
Mais Dieu que les roses sont belles
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Nous, nous avons nos matins blêmes
Et l'âme grise de Verlaine
Eux c'est la mélancolie même
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Quand ils ne savent rien nous dire
Ils restent là à nous sourire
Mais nous les comprenons quand même
Les enfants blonds de Göttingen
Et tant pis pour ceux qui s'étonnent
Et que les autres me pardonnent
Mais les enfants ce sont les mêmes
A Paris ou à Göttingen
O faites que jamais ne revienne
Le temps du sang et de la haine
Car il y a des gens que j'aime
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Göttingen, pour Göttingen
Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
A Göttingen, à Göttingen
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Göttingen, pour Göttingen
Vrijdag 3 november 1972
Tema De Susana
Tema De Susana
Performer(s): José Feliciano
Susana, Susana, el día en que te conocí rompí mi ayer
Susana, Susana, llegaste quizás porque así tenía que ser
No niego que por ti fue que volví a reir
de nuevo soy yo mismo proyectado en ti
y mis ojos se llenan de tí
mis manos se colman de ti
tu voz que sonó musical
y va en mi manera de amar
Ohhh, auu
Susana, Susana, no importa que nunca jamás te pueda ver
Susana, Susana, si en cambio me llena la luz de tu querer
Mejor no se puede pedir, estas a mi lado por mi
y se que yo tengo tu amor, si es mio todo tu calor
fue porque así tenia que ser, eyyy
Susana, Susana, el día en que te conocí...
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Tus ojos que son mi luz, tu voz que me llega al alma, tus manos entre mis manos, tu eres el amor Susana
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Aunque yo nunca jamás te pueda ver Susana, a mi lado siempre estás, adorada mi adorada
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Ehh, que más yo puedo pedir, contigo no falta nada, humana flor de mi jardín, yo te amo linda Susana, eyyy oye Susana
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Oye tu sabes que si no fuera por esa mujer estaría yo, ja, ja por allí como un mendigo ayyy
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Valió la pena esperar la emoción de tu llegada, ahora si lo tengo todo, si esta conmigo Susana, Susana
Oh Susana, oh Susana, iluminame la vida, de tarde, noche y mañana
Es tu aliento junto al mío, como intima alborada, iluminame la vida de tarde, noche y mañana
Como fresco del rocío como sabrosa mañana, iluminame la vida de tarde, noche y mañana
Te ganaste lo profundo, lo profundo de mi alma, iluminame la vida de tarde, noche y mañana
Por eso tu eres mi mundo, te lo aseguro Susana, iluminame la vida de tarde, noche y mañana
En ti se abrieron las puertas que yo sentía cerradas, iluminame la vida de tarde, noche y mañana
Vrijdag 3 november 1972
My Love Loves Me
My Love Loves Me
Composer(s): Ray Evans; Jay Livingstone
Performer(s): Fran Warren; Anita Carter
My love loves me
Oh look what wonders I see
A rainbow smiles in my window
My love loves me
Your eyes kissed mine
I saw your love in their shine
You showed me heaven right then
When your eyes kissed mine
My world is aglow and you make it so
With your tender touch
This love will grow
My darling I know, for we have so much
My love loves me
How else could such beauty be?
For daytime, night time, for all time
My love loves me
My love loves me
How else could such beauty be?
For day time, night time, for all time
My love loves me
Vrijdag 3 november 1972
Gotta Travel On
Gotta Travel On
Composer(s): Paul Clayton;
Lawrence Erlich; Dave Lazar; Pete Seeger
Performer(s): Billy Grammer;
and various other artists
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on
Poppa writes to Johnny, but Johnny can't come home
Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home
Poppa writes to Johnny, but Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on
High sheriff and police riding after me
Riding after me, yes, coming after me
High sheriff and police coming after me
And I fee like I gotta travel on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on
Want to see my honey, want to see her bad
Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad
Want to see my honey, want to see her bad
She's the best girl, this poor boy ever had
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on
Donderdag 2 november 1972
Tema De Pototo
Tema De Pototo
Composer(s): Edelmiro Molinari - Luis Alberto Spinetta
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; Leonardo Favio
Para saber cómo es la soledad
tendrás que ver que a tu lado no está
que nunca a ti te dejaba pensar
en dónde estaba el bien, en dónde la maldad
Para observar cómo muere la flor
tœ verás que también muere la paz
es que esa paz revivirá en su voz
la flor te la dará para plantarla igual
La soledad es un amigo que no está
es su palabra que no ha de llegar igual
Si es que sus sueños son luces en torno a ti
tú te das cuenta que él ya nunca ha de morir
nunca ha de morir
Para saber cómo es la soledad
tendrás que ver que a tu lado no está
que nunca a ti te dejaba pensar
en dónde estaba el bien, en dónde la maldad
La soledad es un amigo que no está
es su palabra que no ha de llegar igual
si es que sus sueños son luces en torno a ti
tœ te das cuenta que él ya nunca ha de morir
nunca ha de morir
Donderdag 2 november 1972
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
Composer(s): Robert Burns; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Pat Boone
and various other artists
O, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my Dear
Till all the seas gang dry
Till all the seas gang dry, my Dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun
O, I will love thee still, my Dear
While the sands o' life shall run
And fare thee well, my only love
And fare thee well a while
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile
Donderdag 2 november 1972
Gotta Move
Gotta Move
Composer(s): Peter Matz
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand;
and various other artists
Got to move, got to get out
Got to leave this place, got to find some place
some marvel place, some brand new place
Some place, where each face that I see
want be staring back at me
telling me what to be and how to be it
Some place, where I can just be me
Got to move, got to get out
Got to leave this town, got to find some town
some big new town, some bright new town
some new town with new places, new lights
and most of all: some new faces
Got to find a man, a new man
A man who won't worry about where I go
a man who won't ask how I learned what I know
A man who will know that you got to be free
a man who will know when to just let me be
Got to move, got to get out
Got to change my life, got to find my life
Got to find me a place in some new town, and baby
when I find me that new place, than maybe I'll, got to leave this town
got to leave this place, got to find a new man, got to move
Woensdag 1 november 1972
Tema De Piluso
