Dinsdag 19 december 1972
Great Horse
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Maandag 18 december 1972
Tennessee Flat Top Box
Tennessee Flat Top Box
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
and multiple other artists
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
And all the girls from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop"
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Maandag 18 december 1972
My Perfect Cousin
My Perfect Cousin
Composer(s): Mickey Bradley; Damian O'Neill
Performer(s): The Undertones
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics
Maths - physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate university challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cos he flicked the kick
And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Oh my perfect cousin ...
Maandag 18 december 1972
Great Big Kiss
Great Big Kiss
Composer(s): Shadow Morton
Performer(s): The New York Dolls
Here comes my girl
Walkin down the street
Look how she walks
She gotta dancin beat
Big wavy hair
A little too long
All day long
She's singin a song
And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss
Wham!
Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there
Hey, what color are her eyes?
I dunno, she always wears shades
Hey, Is she tall?
Well, I gotta look up
Yeah, well they tell me she's bad
She's good bad, but she's not evil
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater
Thought it match her eyes
Dirty fingernails
Oh boy, what a prize
Tight khaki pants
High button shoes
She's always lookin
Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss
Wham!
Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there
Oh, what the hell
Is she a good dancer?
Waddya mean, is she a good dancer?
Well, how does she dance?
Close, very very close
(Tell me more, tell me more)
Bought myself a sweater
Thought it match her eyes
Dirty fingernails
Oh boy, what a prize
Tight khaki pants
High button shoes
She's always lookin
Like she gots the blues(or born to lose)
And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss
Wham!
Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there
Tell her I always be there
(Shout....whoahs....yeas....ooohs.... I gotta always be there...)
Always and forever
Zondag 17 december 1972
Tennessee Blues
Tennessee Blues
Composer(s): Bobby Charles
First release by: Bobby Charles - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
If I had my way
I'd leave here today and move in a hurry
I know I feel loose
I know I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Find me a spot on some mountain top
With lakes all around me
Vallies and streams birds in the trees
Lakes that surround me
A place I feel loose
A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues
A place to forget all my regrets
And keep just the good times
A place I could sleep with nothing but peace
And Feel free at all times
I know I feel loose
Someplace I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Find me a spot on some mountain top
With lakes all around me
With vallies and streams and birds in the trees
And lakes that surround me
A place I feel loose
A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Zondag 17 december 1972
My Pa
My Pa
Composer(s): Michael Leonard; Herbert Martin
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; Bill Wright
My Pa can light my room at night
By just his being near
And make a fear for dream all right
By grinning ear to ear
My Pa can do most anything
He sets his mind to do
He'd even move a mountain
If he really wanted to
My Pa can sweeten up a day
That clouds and rain make gray
And tell me funny stories
That will chase the clouds away
My Pa's the only one on Earth
I can tell my troubles to
His arms are house and home to me
His face's a pretty poem to me
My Pa's the finest friend I ever knew
I only wish that you
Could know him too...
Zondag 17 december 1972
Great Balls Of Fire
Great Balls Of Fire
Composer(s): Otis Blackwell; Jack Hammer
Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny
You came along and moved me honey
I've changed my mind, your love is fine
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, woo feels good
Hold me baby, well I want to love you like a lover should
You're fine, so kind
I want to tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive me crazy
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!
Zaterdag 16 december 1972
Tennessee Bird Walk
Tennessee Bird Walk
Composer(s): Jack Blanchard
Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
Take away the trees and the birds'll have to sit upon the ground... ummmm...
And take away their wings and the birds'll have to walk to get around
And take away the bird baths and dirty birds will soon be everywhere
Take away their feathers and the birds'll walk around in underwear
Take away their (a little whistle) and the birds will have to whisper when they sing (verbal "chirp chirp")
And take away their common sense and they'll be headed southward in the spring
Oh remember me darling when spring is in the air
And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere
You can see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk
How bout some trees so the birds won't have to sit upon the ground... ummmm...
And how 'bout some wings so the birds won't have to walk to get around
And how 'bout a bird bath or two so the birds'll all be clean
And how 'bout some feathers so their underwear no longer will be seen
How 'bout a (little whistle) so the birds won't have to whisper when they sing
And how 'bout some common sense so they won't be blockin' traffic in the spring
Oh remember me my darling when spring is in the air
And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere
When you see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
Zaterdag 16 december 1972
My Own Way To Rock
My Own Way To Rock
Composer(s): Burton Cummings
Performer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman
Revvin' up my engine like a 747 baby
Shiney lankey long and lean
What a scene
I'm gonna take my silver dollar
Change it into quarters
Shove 'em in the record machine
Baby said she loved me
Then she went and left me
Causin' such an awful scene
What a scene
I'm gonna take my silver dollar
Change it into quarters
Shove 'em in the record machine
'Cause I got my own way to rock
I got my own way to roll
And when you're walkin' that walk
It's good for your soul
'Cause I got my own way to rock
I got my own way to roll
And when you're walkin' that walk
It's good for your soul
Bee bop a lula babe
Wake up little Susie
Yes it's me and I'm in love again
Come on lover, got a hole lotta shakin'
I like it like that yea
Zaterdag 16 december 1972
Greased Lightnin'
Greased Lightnin'
Composer(s): Warren Casey; Jim Jacobs
Performer(s): John Travolta;
and various other artists
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah
(Keep talking whoa keep talking)
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah
(I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In Grease Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins
oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins
oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning
Vrijdag 15 december 1972
Tennessee (Jan & Dean)
Tennessee
Composer(s): Russell - Cason
Performer(s): Jan & Dean
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
That's what she meant to me
Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine
When she met me in Tennessee
I felt so grand when she took my hand
And said "Come go with me"
Held me tight on a moonlit night
Someplace in Tennessee
"Bop-bop-bop"
"Bop-bop-bop"
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
That's what she meant to me
Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine
When I met her in Tennessee
I felt so grand when she took my hand
And said "Come go with me"
Held me tight on a moonlit night
Someplace in Tennessee
"Bop-bop-bop"
"Bop-bop-bop"
Vrijdag 15 december 1972
My Own True Love
My Own True Love
Composer(s): Max Steiner; Mack David
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting
and various other artists
Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah
Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah
My own true love
My own true love
At last I've found you
My own true love
No lips but yours
No arms but yours
Will ever lead me
Through Heaven's door
I roamed the Earth
In search of this
I knew I'd know you
Know you by your kiss
And by your kiss
You've shown true love
I'm yours forever
My own true love
My own true love
Vrijdag 15 december 1972
Grease
Grease
Composer(s): Barry Gibb
Performer(s): Frankie Valli;
and various other artists
I solve my problems and I see the light
We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go to far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, It's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We start to find right now we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be wo we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion
What we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Tennessee (Carl Perkins)
Tennessee
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
First recording/First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956/1957
Now there are folks who like to brag about where they came from
But when they start that stuff I let 'em be
But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see
But if all you folks out there can remember
Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear
Well a country boy like me, I will agree
But if all you folks out there can remember
They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Wie Heeft De Sleutel Van De Jukebox Gezien
Wie Heeft De Sleutel Van De Jukebox Gezien
Performer(s): Cocktail Trio
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
He! Yup
He! Ja
Zet die plaat af! Dat kan niet
Waarom niet? De sleutel van de jukebox is weg
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Op de jukebox stond een plaatje dat bleef hangen op dat “heehee”
En de sleutel van de jukebox bleek verdwenen in dat café
Dus eenieder liep met zo’n gezicht want die jukebox zat potdicht
En de stroom uitschakelen kon niet, dat bleek ook de knop van ‘t licht
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
De kastelijn nam toen de lichtknop en zei “wie er nog wat lust
Moet ‘t voor ‘t donker maar zeggen, we krijgen tien minuten rust”
Maar zonder licht in een café, hoe komt ‘n mens op dat idee
‘t Werd me ‘n trammelant in ‘t donker, je hoorde aan alle kanten “heehee”
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
En de mensen die daar woonden, aan de zij- en overkant
Namen ook die kreet al over, he wat is daar aan de hand
Toen eenieder dol geworden was kwam er een hamer bij te pas
En daar kijk, heehee, lag de sleutel, in de scherven achter ‘t glas
Asjemenou buuuuh
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalala
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Grazing In The Grass
Grazing In The Grass
Composer(s): Harry Elston; Philemon Hou
Performer(s): The Friends Of Distinction;
and various other artists
Sure is mellow grazin' in the grass
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
What a trip just watchin' as the world goes past
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
There are too many groovy things to see while grazin' in the grass
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Flowers with colours for takin', everything outta sight
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
The sun peekin' out between the leaves
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
The sun peekin' out between the leaves
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
(repeat and fade)
Woensdag 13 december 1972
Tengo Sed
Tengo Sed
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
"Tengo sed"
te oí decir con el aliento
apenas
Y te arrullé, como a un recién nacido
contra mis pechos ávidos
de labios tuyos
Te dí de beber
Y luego de saciarte, volviste
a repetir
"tengo sed"
sin aliento
apenas
Te arrullé, esta vez
entre mis muslos
y de nuevo
te di de beber
En la fuente de la vida
y de la muerte, sellaste
con un beso
el último suspiro
Woensdag 13 december 1972
My Own
My Own
Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Deanna Durbin
and various other artists
My own, let me call you my own
Let me make you a part of the song in my heart
Alone, I’m just living in vain
Everything that I do is depending on you
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Woensdag 13 december 1972
Grazie, Prego, Scusi
Grazie, Prego, Scusi
Composer(s): Calabrese; Massara; Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Al matinèe
del giovedì
ballo liscio
al Garden Blu
con l'orchestra Serenade
Spengono le luci
tacciono le voci
e nel buio senti sussurrar
Prego:
vuoi ballare con me?...
Grazie,
preferisco di no:
non ballo il tango col casquè
perciò...
grazie.
Prego, grazie, scusi...
tornerò
Al matinèe
del Garden Blu
richii premi
e cotillons,
fascia d'oro per la Miss
Spengono le luci
tacciono le voci
e nel buio senti sussurrar...
Non ballo il tango col casquè
perciò...
grazie.
Prego, grazie, scusi...
tornerò!
Dinsdag 12 december 1972
Aldrig Mer
