Donderdag 19 april 1973
Fair To Even Odds
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Fair To Even Odds
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Woensdag 18 april 1973
That's Rock 'N Roll
That's Rock 'N Roll
Composer(s): Eric Carmen
First release by: Eric Carmen - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I was sixteen
And sick of school
I didn't know what I wanted to do
I bought a guitar
I got the fever
That's rock 'n roll
I played at parties
Played in bars
I spent my money buyin' new guitars
I screamed my heart out
But how I loved it
That's rock 'n roll
Well, come on everybody
Get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down, that's rock 'n roll
It's when the smokin'
And the heat
Have got your heart pounding right with
The beat
Don't try to fight it
Just get excited
That's rock 'n roll
Well it's the roadies
And the crowd
It's when the band's playin' way too loud
Your hips are shakin'
Ain't no mistakin'
That's rock 'n roll
Well, come on everybody
Get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down, that's rock 'n roll
Now don't you worry
'Bout bein' a star
It doesn't matter who or what you are
Just get the rhythm
And let it fill ya
That's rock 'n roll
And if you feel it
Clap your hands
Let's see some sweat for the boys in the band
Now lemme hear ya
Lemme hear ya
That's rock 'n roll
(Everybody) get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down and get with it
Come on everybody
Get down, that's rock 'n roll
Woensdag 18 april 1973
Cada Vez Que Me Amas
Cada Vez Que Me Amas
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute; Silvio Rodríguez
Tu sed transubstancia mi sudor
en vino que bebemos en cada beso
Tus pies no se hunden
en los lagos de mis lágrimas
Tu saliva siembra la luz
en la noche de mis ojos
Tu voz resucita mis músculos dormidos
mis latidos sepultados
Tus manos, cuando me tocan, curan
mis heridas más invisibles
Tu hambre fecunda peces
que se multiplican como deseos de humedad
en el múltiple pan de mi cuerpo
Cada vez que me amas
es un milagro
Woensdag 18 april 1973
Fair Margaret And Sweet William
Fair Margaret And Sweet William
(aka Lady Margaret And Sweet William)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Pete Seeger;
and various other artists
Sweet William rose one morning bright
And dressed himself in blue
"Come tell to me the long lost love
Between Lady Margaret and you"
"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he
"And I hope she knows none of me
But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock
Lady Margaret my bride shall be"
As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high
A-combing up her hair
She spied sweet William and his bride
As they to the church drew near
She threw down her ivory comb
And tossed back her hair
And from the room a fair lady came
That was seen in there no more
The day being gone and the night being come
When most men were asleep
Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost
A-standing at his bed feet
"How do you like your bed?" she said
"And how do you like your sheet?
And how do you like the fair lady
That lies in your arms asleep?"
"Very well do I like my bed," said he
"Very well do I like my sheet
But better do I like the fair lady
That is standing at my bed feet"
The night being gone and the day being come
When most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made things ring
But none was so ready as her own dear brother
To arise and let him in
"Is Lady Margaret in the parlour?" said he
"Or is she in the hall
Or is she in her chamber high
Among the gay ladies all?"
"Lady Margaret is not in the parlour," said he
"She is neither in the hall
She is in her coffin
And a-lying by the wall"
"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek
For ofttimes she has kissed mine"
The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek
The next was her dimpled chin
The last of all was her clay-cold lips
That pierced his heart within
"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse
And tomorrow they will hang around mine"
Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love
Sweet William died of sorrow
They are buried in one burying ground
Both side and side together
Out of her grave grew a red rose
And out of his a briar
They grew in a twining true lover's knot
The rose and the green briar
Dinsdag 17 april 1973
That's Right (You're Not From Texas)
That's Right (You're Not From Texas)
Composer(s): Lyle Lovett - Willis Alan Ramsey - Alison Rogers
Performer(s): Lyle Lovett
You say you're not from Texas
Man as if I couldn't tell
You think you pull your boots on right
And wear your hat so well
So pardon me my laughter
'Cause I sure do understand
Even Moses got excited
When he saw the promised land
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
See I was born and raised in Texas
And it means so much to me
Though my girl comes from down in Georgia
We were up in Tennessee
And as we were driving down the highway
She asked me baby what's so great
How come you're always going on
About your Lone Star State
I said that's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Oh the road it looked so lovely
As she stood there on the side
And she grew smaller in my mirror
As I watched her wave goodbye
Those boys from Carolina
They sure enough could sing
But when they came on down to Texas
We all showed them how to swing
Now David's on the radio
And old Champ's still on the guitar
And Uncle Walt he's home with Heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
They're OK in Oklahoma
Up in Arkansas they're fair
But those old folks in Missouri
They don't even know you're there
But at a dance hall down in Texas
That's the finest place to be
The women they all look beautiful
And their men will buy your beer for free
And they'll say that's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
So won't you let me help you Mister
Just pull your hat down the way I do
And buy your pants just a little longer
And next time somebody laughs at you
You just tell 'em you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Dinsdag 17 april 1973
Cada Vez
Cada Vez
Composer(s): Carlos Rossi - Robby Ferrante - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Cada vez, cada vez vida mía que nos vemos no quiero partir
todo el oro del mundo daría por poderme quedar junto a ti
El azul de tus ojos tan bellos lo guardé dentro del corazón
cada vez que me alejo de ellos cada vez es mayor mi pasión
Y aunque lejos de aquí yo me debo marchar
tú eres ya para mí el gran amor, amor que nunca he de olvidar
Cada vez que yo debo dejarte cada vez mi tristeza es mayor
hasta el día que venga a buscarte a entregarte por siempre mi amor
Y aunque lejos de aquí yo me debo marchar
tú eres ya para mí el gran amor, amor que nunca he de olvidar
Cada vez que yo debo dejarte cada vez mi tristeza es mayor
hasta el día que venga a buscarte a entregarte por siempre mi amor
a entregarte por siempre mi amor, a entregarte por siempre mi amor
Dinsdag 17 april 1973
Fair Hawaii
Fair Hawaii
Composer(s): James Fulton Kutz
Performer(s): Alfred Apaka
Enchanting is the scene when the silvry moon is beaming
On murm'ring waters at my dear Waikiki
The twinkling stars are bright and of your sweet charms
I'm dreaming All my love will live for you eternally
When far away sweetheart I am always of you thinking
Of that sweet day dear when first I met you
Love called me to your arms as the golden sun was sinking
'Till we meet again, to you I will be true
Fair Hawaii Oh dear Hawaii
Lovely isle of the Southern sea
Fair Hawaii Oh dear Hawaii
Fondest mem'ries you bring to me
Maandag 16 april 1973
That's My Weakness Now
That's My Weakness Now
Composer(s): Bud Green - Sam H. Stept
Performer(s): Helen Kane
and multiple other artists
Love, love, love, love
Look what you've done to me!
The things I never missed
Are things I can't resist!
Oh, love, love, love, love
Isn't it plain to see
I just had a change of heart
What can it be?
He's got eyes of blue
I never cared for eyes of blue
But he's got eyes of blue
And that's my weakness now!
He's got curly hair
I never cared for curly hair
But he's got curly hair
And that's my weakness now!
Oh, my! Oh, me!
Oh, I should be good, I would be good
But, gee!
He likes to bill and coo
And I never cared to bill and coo
But he likes to bill and coo
So that's my weakness now!
He likes a saxophone
I never cared for a saxophone
But he likes a saxophone
And that's my weakness now!
He likes those rainy days
And I never cared for a rainy day
But he likes a rainy day
And that's my weakness now!
Oh, let it rain, let it pour
'Cause I think he knows just what it's rainin' for!
He likes a long good-night
And I never had a long good-night
But he likes a long good-night
So that's my weakness now!
And he likes boop-boop-a-doop
And I never cared for boop-boop-a-doop
But he likes a boop-boop-a-doop
So, that's my weakness now!
And he likes butt'n dutt'n da-da-da
I never cared for butt'n dutt'n da-da-da
But he likes but-dut-da-da
So, that's my weakness now!
What's more, what's more
Oh, I think he knows what but-dut-da is for!
And he likes boop-boop-a-doop
I never cared for a boop-boop-a-doop
But he likes to boop-boop-a-doop
That's my weakness now!
Ooh, that's my weakness now!
Maandag 16 april 1973
Come And Buy
Come And Buy
Composer(s): Arthur Brown; Vincent Crane
Performer(s): Arthur Brown
God-brother.....you lie...
When you see a fire burning inside your minds eye
Grieve/Breathe(???) the meaning of the flames before you let them die
Let them burn you through until you know that you can fly
Twisting - turning - falling - burning
Roaring balls of fire
Eyes that see them have no need
Of guides to span the wire
Let the flames burn you right through
To low the burns through higher
Come and see
Come and buy
I can sell you the love
I can buy you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning
From suns to the set in the morning for tea
Pockets of love but nothing to buy
Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea
Something that ain't through a mind full of pride
Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
Come and see
Come and buy
Come and buy...buy my love
Sleeping sunsets sweat their beauty
Melting at your feet
Take your mind through sacred fire
Leaving you complete
Let the flames burn you so hard
There can be no re-treat
Floating - drooping - looping - turning
Roaring balls of fire
Light the pathway you must take
To drag you from the myre
Sooth the darkness from your feet
Burn down your funeral pyre
Come and see
Come and buy
I can sell you the love
I can sell you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning
From suns to the set in the morning for tea
Pockets of love but nothing to buy
Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea
Something that ain't through a mind full of pride
Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
Come and see
Come and buy
Buy my fire
Buy my fire
Eyes are glaring on your face
Watching you below
Take the sun that sweats at midnight
Burning you below
See the sun as it sweats with beauty
Burning through the fire
Feeding on your soul - so deep
Fire
Come and buy my
Fire
Come and buy my fire
Come and buy...
Buy my fire...
Why is it so cold down here?
So cold...!!
Let me in...
The price of your entry is sin
Go away - then return
Know which fase you have to turn
Eyes are glaring
Voice's flaring
Woooaaah!
Maandag 16 april 1973
Cada Cual
Cada Cual
Composer(s): M. Sellés - M. Portolés
Performer(s): Raphael
Cosas olvidadas, tiempo que se fue
Suaves cicatrices que dejo el ayer
Al oir una vieja melodia
Cada cual siente un poco la emocion
De recuerdos que viven todavia
Y que guarda en secreto el corazon
Puede ser una noche junto al mar
Unos brazos de mujer
Un adios sentimental
El soldado que nunca mas volvio
O el pueblito que dejo
Lo que evoca cada cual
Cada cual acaricia todavia
Un poquito del tiempo que paso
Como aquel, como tu, como yo
Zondag 15 april 1973
That's My Story
That's My Story
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Art Garfunkel
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel (as Tom & Jerry)
My story really begins a month ago
That's when I first saw you
Your eyes were aglow
And then I could see (and then I could see)
That you were for me
I go to sleep at night and dream of you
I wish I could hold you tight the whole night through
But when I'm away (my heart too just pray)
I can't tell you I love you (too-too-too-wah)
My friends all tell me that I'm not the same
Always moody and blue
But they don't understand that I'm not to blame
I'm so (I'm so) in love (in love) with you
Oh Lord above, please hear my prayer
Show me where she is and take me there
One moment alone (one moment alone)
And we'll know we're in love
Ooh-ooh-ooh, that's my story
Zondag 15 april 1973
Cacka Boom
Cacka Boom
Composer(s): Ian Dury - Merlin Rhys-Jones
Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
If you're cold, well here's a plan
Pull the plug out of your fan
If you're hot, now here's a scheme
Park your botty in the stream
If you're tired, check this plot
Seek a source that hits the spot
If you're snooty, here's a ploy
Stroll along the hoi polloi
You'll not have owt to show for it
If you don't go for it
You'll have to come to terms with it
Get on the firm with it
If you don't get to grips with it
You've had your chips with it
You'll only come to rue it if you don't do it
If you're lost, well try this notion
Find yourself a magic potion
If you're angry, check this wheeze
Count to ten and then say, 'cheese'
If you're uptight here's the answer
Learn to be a belly-dancer
If you're concerned, suss a wangle
Try it from a different angle
Now you can put a name to it
You must lay claim to it
You'll have time to regret it
If you don't go and get it
You won't have much to talk about
If you don't go on walkabout
Don't think you won't mind it
If you don't try and find it
No-one said you must be good as gold
It's what you haven't done
That matters when you're old
No-one said these things are pre-ordained
Nothing ventured...
If you're guilty, cop a stroke
You only did it for a joke
If you're dozy, here's a tactic
Tell 'em all they're too didactic
If you're fed up, here's a wrinkle
Let your pianoforte tinkle
If you're wobbling here's a trick
Happy go toilet, click, click, click
Zondag 15 april 1973
Faillite
Faillite
Composer(s): Etienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
L'escompte est mort les traites sont traîtres
J'ai des regrets à découvert
C'est sur mon cœur que j'tire des chèques
Avec des taxes et sans erreur
J'ai investi mes illusions
A la banque des habitudes
C'est à l'emprunt des solitudes
Que fructifient mes souvenirs
Mon compte est bon
C'est mon malheur
J'ai fait bien trop d'économies
Au temps où il était encore temps
Mes bas de laine craquent à présent
Sous les chairs creuses de l'ennui
J'ai fait bien trop peu de folies
Et mes tiroirs sont plein d'argent
Les seules passions de ma vie
Sont des coupons que je paie comptant, content
Mon compte est bon
C'est mon malheur
Je viens d'émettre des actions
Sur une très excellente chimère
Je vends toutes mes obligations
Je règle ma dernière affaire
Ayant toujours vécu ainsi
Une suite de jours à crédit
Je règle mon heure dernière
Forfaitairement service compris, compris
Zaterdag 14 april 1973
That's My Little Suzie
That's My Little Suzie
Composer(s): Ritchie Valens - Rolf Kühn
Performer(s): Ritchie Valens
Well, I got a gal named Sue
She knows just what to do
She's just a-rockin'
She knows what to do
She knows how to love me
And rock it, too
That's my little Suzie
She knows what to do
She rocks to the left
And she rocks to the right
She rocks all day
And she rocks all night
When my baby gets tired a-me
I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie
Tell me you'll be true
If I should lose you
Oh, what could I do?
She rocks to the left
And she rocks to the right
She rocks all day
And she rocks all night
When my baby gets tired a-me
I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie
Tell me you'll be true
If I should lose you
Oh, what could I do?
Zaterdag 14 april 1973
Cachorrito
Cachorrito
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Que temprano que empiezo a cantar
tu presencia que está
anunciada nomás ...
en Noviembre me dicen serás
clarinada feliz
cuando te oiga llorar
Mis amigos conmigo estarán
junto a mi brindarán
tanta felicidad!
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
Volarán los pájaros en moda!
El olivo y el nogal te harán la sombra!
y seré tan feliz!
al sentir al fin la primavera
y un azul colibrí
beberá la miel en tus ojeras ...
Florecido trigal del amor
cuando lo besa el sol
se hace espiga y canción
y el naranjo que es toda pasión
esparciendo azahares
vuelve lima al limón
Plumas Verdes en revolución
Ha encendido el fogón
de los ceibos en flor ...
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
Zaterdag 14 april 1973
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)
Composer(s): Steve Cropper; Otis Redding
Performer(s): Otis Redding;
and various other artists
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all
Sad songs is all I know
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all
Sad songs is all I know
It has a sweet melody tonight
Anybody can sing it any old time
What in your heart puts you in a groove
And when you sing this song
It'll make youre whole body move
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
I'll turn Your turn, now
All my life I've been singing these sad songs
Trying to get my message to you
But this is the only song [y'ALL] I can sing
And when I get to singing my message to you
It goes
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
It's a lovely song
It's just alive
It tells a story
You've got to get your message
A strong message
I'm worried alive
I'm worried alive [Watch me]
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
Everybodys turn
Everybodys turn
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
One more time
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Worried alive
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
That's My Home (The Band)
That's My Home
Composer(s): Levon Helm - Rebennack
Performer(s): The Band
You how long I've waited
I waited for so long
It needs a place I'm going
That's my home
Princie, how do you do?
They all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home
It matters a difference
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that
And we got blues that match the sky
And love hurts like a fly
Until the day I die
That's my home
It matters a difference
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that
And friends say, "How do you do?"
We all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home
That's my home
That's my home
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
Cachito, Campeón De Corrientes
Cachito, Campeón De Corrientes
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco; Ismael Serrano
Desde Corrientes a Buenos Aires un señor lo vino a buscar
cuando estacionó su auto vino el barrio a saludar
Chau Cachito chau vas a ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión oyoyo oyoyo oyoyo
En la noche del debut Corrientes estaba prendido
y un solo grito se oyó cuando el correntino entró
Vamos Cachito vamos debes ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión
El correntino saltarín mostraba su inocencia
y entre las cuerdas se vió sangrar sus redondas cejas
Que pensará mi madre ay, ay si que pensará
que pensará mi barrio ay, ay si que pensará
Que me estará pasando que no lo puedo parar
este me está matando de verdad
Como estará mi madre ay, ay si como estará
como estará mi pueblo ay, ay si como estará
Llora Corrientes llora la derrota de su campeón
el jueves llega Cachito en el micro de las dos
Y ese señor del auto no aparece por Corrientes
porque dice que es suficiente el dinero que ganó
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
Fado Tropical
Fado Tropical
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists
Oh, musa do meu fado
Oh, minha mãe gentil
Te deixo consternado
No primeiro abril
Mas não sê tão ingrata
Não esquece quem te amou
E em tua densa mata
Se perdeu e se encontrou
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental
Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo
Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar
Meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''
Com avencas na caatinga
Alecrins no canavial
Licores na moringa
Um vinho tropical
E a linda mulata
Com rendas do Alentejo
De quem numa bravata
Arrebato um beijo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Meu coração tem um sereno jeito
E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto
De tal maneira que, depois de feito
Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito
É que há distância entre intencão e gesto
E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito
Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta
Ostento a aguda empunhadura à proa
Mas o meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta
Mais que depressa a mão cega executa
Pois que senão o coração perdoa''
Guitarras e sanfonas
Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes
Sardinhas, mandioca
Num suave azulejo
E o rio Amazonas
Que corre Trás-os-Montes
E numa pororoca
Deságua no Tejo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Donderdag 12 april 1973
Blue Pacific Blues
