Maandag 2 juli 1973
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Zondag 1 juli 1973
The Baby Screams
The Baby Screams
Composer(s): Robert Smith
First release by: The Cure - 1985
Heaven
Give me a sign
Waiting for the sun to shine
Pleasure fills up my dreams
And I love it
Like a baby screams
Its so useless
How can you be proud
When you're sinking into the ground
Into the ground fills up my dreams
And I love it
Like a baby screams
Couldn't ask for more you said
Take it all
And strike me
Strike me dead
Waiting again
Waiting
Like I waited before
Waiting again
Waiting here for nothing at all
Heaven fills up my dreams
And I love it
Like a baby screams
Couldn't ask for more you said
Couldn't ever let it end
Take it all
Take it all
And strike me dead
Heaven
Heaven
Zondag 1 juli 1973
Camarade (Charles Aznavour)
Camarade
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Camarade
Tu étais mon seul ami, mon camarade
Tous les deux nous avons fait des barricades
Les maquis, les commandos, les embuscades
Mon camarade
Camarade
Un dimanche en défilant à la parade
Je t'ai vu soudain là-bas sur une estrade
Tu étais visiblement monté en grade
Mon camarade
Camarade
Les plus grands venaient te donner l'accolade
Ce n'était que mains serrées et embrassades
Ça donnait une impression de mascarade
Mon camarade
Camarade
Moi ici j'ai pris mon parti des brimades
Nous dormons tout habillés, les nuits sont froides
L'important c'est de ne pas tomber malade
Mon camarade
Camarade
Je ne vois qu'un petit coin de ciel maussade
Et les murs qui défieraient toute escalade
Ce n'est pas une prison d'où l'on s'évade
Mon camarade
Camarade
Le matin c'est la relève des brigades
À midi c'est l'heure de la promenade
Et la nuit on fait des rêves d'escapade
Mon camarade
Camarade
J'ai appris qu'ils t'ont donné une ambassade
Quelque part à Caracas ou à Belgrade
Plus tu montes plus, tu vois, je rétrograde
Mon camarade
Camarade
C'est fini j'arrête ici mes jérémiades
À bientôt qui sait dans une ou deux décades
Et je signe comme au temps de nos gambades
Ton Camarade
Tu étais mon seul ami, mon camarade
Tous les deux nous avons fait les barricades
Les maquis, les commandos, les embuscades
Mon camarade
Zondag 1 juli 1973
Fantasmas En Paris
Fantasmas En Paris
Composer(s): Jean-Noel Chaleat; Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Hay mil fantasmas al doblar cada esquina
aquí en París
apariciones que en la noche caminan
aquí en París
poetas locos que robaron la luna
por abrazar un cuerpo de mujer
y emperadores que olvidaron su cuna
tras las ventanas de un hotel
Recién casados que escribieron su historia
aquí en París
y generales que perdieron su gloria
aquí en Paris
mujeres bellas que posaron desnudas
ante las pinceladas de un pintor
y soñadores que al perder su cordura
se suicidaron por amor
Fantasmas en París como tu y yo
fantasmas en París del desamor
cuerpos de aire, labios errantes
manos de nadie, sombras de amantes
Fantasmas del amor como nosotros dos
Hay mil turistas que encontraron la vida
aquí en París
y amantes viejos que curaron su herida
aquí en París
parejas tristes que a la orilla del Sena
lloraron sin consuelo al partir
promesas hechas a la luz de las velas
que quedaron sin cumplir
Fantasmas en París como tu y yo
fantasmas en París del desamor
miles de besos, mil emociones
tantos recuerdos por los rincones
Fantasmas en París como tu y yo
fantasmas en París del desamor
cuerpos de aire, labios errantes
manos de nadie, sombras de amantes
Fantasmas del amor como nosotros dos
Zaterdag 30 juni 1973
The Awful Battle Of The Pekes And The Pollicles
The Awful Battle Of The Pekes And The Pollicles
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd-Weber
Of the awful battle of the pekes and the pollicles
Together with some account
Of the participation of the pugs and the poms
And the intervention of the great Rumpus Cat!!!
The pekes and the pollicles everyone knows
Are a proud and implacable passionate foes
It is always the same whereever one goes
And the Pugs and the Poms although most people say
That they did not like fighting yet once in a way
Will once and again join into the fray
And they
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
Until you could hear them all over the park
Now on the occassion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke
The big police dog was away from his beat
I don't know the reason but most people think
He slipped into the Wellington's Arms for a drink
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet
They did not advance or exactly retreat
But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet
And they started to
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
Until you could hear them all over the park
And they
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
Until you could hear them all over the park.
Now the Peke although people may say what they please
Is no British dog but Heathen Chinese
And so all the Pekes when they heard the uproar
Some came to the window, some came to the door
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like
For your Pollicle dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke
There are dogs out of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane
The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian
and even from China and Spain
The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian
And the Mastiff who walks on a chain
And to those that are frisky and frolical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain
That my name it is simply symbolical
and you'd better not do it again!"
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters
And so they stepped out with their pipers in order
Playing "When the Blue Bonnets Come Over The Border"
And the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof
But some from the balcony some from the roof
Joined into the din with a
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
Until you could hear them all over the park
Huffery snuffery huffery snuff!
Until you could hear them all over the park
Bark Bark Bark Bark (x 100)
No!!!!
(Silence)
When these bold hereos together assembled
The traffic all stopped
And the Underground trembled
And some of the people were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade!
When suddenly up from a small basement flat
Why who should stalk out but the Great Rumpus Cat!!!!
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing
He gave a great yawn and his jaws were amazing
And when he looked out through the bars of the area
You never saw anything fiercer...
... Or hairier
And what with a glare of his eyes and his yawning
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning
He looked to the sky and he gave a great leap
And every last one of them scattered like sheep!
And when the Police dog returned to his beat
There wasn't a single one left on the street!
All hail and all bow to the Great Rumpus Cat!!!!
Zaterdag 30 juni 1973
Camagüey
Camagüey
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Camagüey, tonito sabrosón, Camagüey, el golpe del cajón
va por mi vida sonando así: bom, bom, bom
Camagüey, tonito sabrosón, Camagüey, el golpe del cajón
va por mi vida sonando así: bom, bom, bom
Son que brinca en el timbal y juega en el ator del viejo cornetín
crin que peina el huracán flor de cabanacán en tropical festín
¡Ay! quién pudiera volver a saborear la miel que su boca entregó
quién pudiera estremecer su carne de mujer dorada por el sol
Por ella conocí los desengaños por ella será eterno mi dolor
Son tú la viste llorar de desesperación como la vio el jagüey
Son cómo voy a olvidar la divina emoción que me dio Camagüey
Zaterdag 30 juni 1973
Fantasia
Fantasia
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
E se, de repente
A gente não sentisse
A dor que a gente finge
E sente
Se, de repente
A gente distraísse
O ferro do suplício
Ao som de uma canção
Então, eu te convidaria
Pra uma fantasia
Do meu violão
Canta, canta uma esperança
Canta, canta uma alegria
Canta mais
Revirando a noite
Revelando o dia
Noite e dia, noite e dia
Canta a canção do homem
Canta a canção da vida
Canta mais
Trabalhando a aterra
Entornando o vinho
Canta, canta, canta, canta
Canta a canção do gozo
Canta a canção da graça
Canta mais
Preparando a tinta
Enfeitando a praça
Canta, canta, canta, canta
Canta a canção de glória
Canta a santa melodia
Canta mais
Revirando a noite
Revirando o dia
Noite e dia, noite e dia
Vrijdag 29 juni 1973
The Auld Meal Mill
The Auld Meal Mill
(Traditional)
When the hard day’s work is over
And the kye are in the byre
And the horse are in the stable
And the auld folk roond the fire
I gang slippin’ through the heather
Tae yon fairm ahent the hill
Jist tae see ma bonnie lassie
By the auld meal mill
She's got een like bramble berries
She's got cheeks like mountain haws
And her lips are red like cherries
She's the bonniest floo'er that blaws
How I weary for the lousin'
How I lang tae quit the drill
And gang aff tae see my lassie
By the auld meal mill
Noo the auld folk oft-times wonder
Whit could keep me oot sae late
And they never gang tae sleep
Until they hear me sneck the gate
But the auld man, he jalouses
When he sees me tak’ the hill
That I’m aff tae see ma lassie
By the auld meal mill
Vrijdag 29 juni 1973
Calypso Italiano
Calypso Italiano
Composer(s): Wanda Merrell - Lou Monte - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Dalida
and multiple other artists
Calypso aie!
Calypso aie! calypso Italiano
Calypso si! calypso si! calypso Siciliano
Savez vous qu'un petit brin de folie
A soufflé sur toute l'Italie
Dans les rues les gens frétillent
Sur des airs venus des Antilles
Calypso aie! calypso aie! calypso Italiano
Calypso si! calypso si! calypso siciliano
Les mamas en faisant leur lessive
Portent des foulards aux couleurs vives
S'appelant d'un ton tranquille
Ma doudou, mon oiseau des îles
Calypso aie! calypso aie! calypso Italiano
Calypso si! calypso là! calypso siciliano
Le galant pour plaire a sa beejina
Ne vient plus lui jouer de mandolina
Elle préfère au barcarolle
Le tempo des chansons Créole
Calypso aie! calypso aie! calypso Italiano
Calypso si! calypso si! calypso siciliano
Mais un jour ce petit vent de folie
S'envolera loin de l'Italie
Remportant aux îles lointaines
Mille sérénades Napolitaine
Calypso aie! calypso aie! calypso Italiano
Calypso si! calypso siciliano...
Vrijdag 29 juni 1973
Fantaisie Bleue
Fantaisie Bleue
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
C'est bleu d'un bleu irrésistible
Je passe le ciel au crible
Pour trouver plus bleu impossible
C'est bleu que c'est en pas possible
C'est terrible
Je n'y vois que du bleu
C'est bleu d'un bleu irremplaçable
Je me sens incapable
De trouver plus bleu incroyable
C'est bleu que c'en est pas pensable
Formidable
Je vois la vie en bleu
C'est bleu tout au moins il me semble
Enfin ça te ressemble
C'est parfois si bleu que j'en tremble
Mon bleu allons dans notre champ bleu
Faire ensemble un gros bébé
tou bleu bleu
Si bleu que ça me trouble
J'ai dû boire du chirouble
J'y vois deux fois bleu
J'y vois double
C'est bleu d'un bleu irrésistible
Je passe le ciel au crible
Pour trouver plus bleu impossible
C'est bleu que c'est en pas possible
C'est terrible
Je n'y vois que du bleu
Fantaisie bleue
Donderdag 28 juni 1973
The Ashes Of My Heart
The Ashes Of My Heart
Composer(s): Jeff Branen - Arthur Lange
The day is dying, the years are flying
The while I'm sighing, because of you
I'm sad and lonely, I'm thinking only of someone's eyes of blue
Of someone's kisses too
Among the roses, where love reposes
My heart discloses, what you should know
Alone I sigh, dear
For you and I, dear, once loved each other so
'Twas in the long ago
In the ashes of my heart fires of love no longer burn
Still it seems I feel a start at the thought of your return
'Tho it's years since last we met and we're doomed to live apart
There's a spark of hope still burning
But it's buried somewhere in the ashes of my heart
Donderdag 28 juni 1973
Calypso Crazy
Calypso Crazy
Composer(s): Robert John "Mutt" Lange - Billy Ocean
Performer(s): Billy Ocean
Sing out! Calypso Lady! Come on!
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
Lady
you're driving me crazy all night
I need your loving
but all you do is tease me
and that ain't right
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
Oh
you're driving me wild
Calypso Lady
People dancing all oround
Calypso Lady
shake it down
Oh
when you're driving me wild
Calypso crazy
Lady
come on out to party
make it right
I'd love to touch you
yeah
and feel you close beside me
I wanna hold you tight!
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
Oh
you're driving me wild
Calypso Lady
And if you should ask me now what I feel
Oh
I tell you that you're the one I love
So if you wanna take a chance with me
one day
and you'll see
Oh
let it be
let it be me!
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
Oh
I wanna dance with you
People doncing all around
Calypso Lady
shake it down
I wanna dance with you!
People dancing everywhere
Calypsa music in the air
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
People dancing everywhere
Calypso music in the air
Donderdag 28 juni 1973
Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)
Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees; The Fever Boys
First I rise, then I fall
Seems like you don't want the love
Of this man at all
And it's sure been a lonely time
Right up to the time I met you
So if you take a love like mine
Be tender with my love
You know how easy it is to hurt me
Fanny, be tender with my love
'Cause it's all that I've got
And my love won't desert me
So you say to yourself, boy
You're out of your brain
Do you think I'm gonna stand here
All night in the rain?
And it's the start of a love affair
The moment when I first met you
And if you want I'll take you there
Be tender with my love
You know how easy it is to break me
Fanny, be tender with my love
'Cause it's all that I've got
And my love won't forsake me
With my love
Our love will seal it together
Oh, with our love
You made a promise
You'll always love me forever
Be tender with my love
You know how easy it is to break me
Fanny, be tender with my love
'Cause it's all that I've got
And my love won't forsake me
Woensdag 27 juni 1973
The Ash Grove (Llwyn On)
The Ash Grove (Llwyn On)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Sarah Brightman
Yn Nyffryn Llwyn Onn draw mi welais hardd feinwen
A minnau'n hamddena 'rol byw ar y don
Gwyn ewyn y lli oedd ei gwisg, a disgleirwen
A'r glasfor oedd llygaid Gwen harddaf Llwyn Onn
A ninnau'n rhodiana drwy'r lonydd i'r banna
Sibrydem i'n gilydd gyfrinach byd serch
A phan ddaeth hi'n adeg ffarwelio a'r wiwdeg
Roedd tannau fy nghalon yng ngofal y ferch
[Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twighlight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright moontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove
'Twas there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one the joy of my heart!
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part]
Cyn dychwel i borthladd wynebwn y tonnau
Ond hyfryd yw'r hafan 'rol dicter y don
Bydd melys anghofio her greulon y creigiau
Un felly o'wn innau 'rol cyrraedd Llwyn Onn
A thawel mordwyo wnaf mwyach a Gwenno
Yn llong fach ein bwthyn a hi wrth y llyw
A hon fydd yr hafan ddiogel a chryno
I'r morwr a'i Wenno tra byddwn ni byw
(Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain
Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain
But what are the beauties of Nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden
All day I go mourning in search of my love!
Ye echoes! oh tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove")
Woensdag 27 juni 1973
Calypso (John Denver)
Calypso
((Dutch Version: Calypso (by Bart Kaëll) - 1998))
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1975
To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean
to ride on the crest of a wild raging storm
To work in the service of life and living
in search of the answers of questions unknown
To be part of the movement and part of the growing
part of beginning to understand
Aye Calypso the places you've been to
the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell
Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit
the men who have served you so long and so well
Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh
oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee
doo-dle ay ee
Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way
For though we are strangers in your silent world
To live on the land we must learn from the sea
To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell
Joyful and loving in letting it be
Aye Calypso the places you've been to
the things that you've shown us
the stories you tell
Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit
the men who have served you so long and so well
Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh
oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee
doo-dle ay ee
he dee Ay-ee
Hi dee oh ooo
hi dee ayee
hi dee oh ooo
Woensdag 27 juni 1973
Fannie Mae
Fannie Mae
Composer(s): Waymon Glasco;
Morris Levy; Clarence Lewis
Performer(s): Gary U.S. Bonds;
and various other artists
Well, I want somebody
to tell me what’s wrong with me
I want somebody
to tell me what’s wrong with me
no I ain’t in trouble
I’m in so much misery
Now, Fannie Mae
(Fannie Mae)
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Fannie Mae
(Fannie Mae)
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Now, I aint been myself
Girl, since you’ve been gone
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
I can hear your name a ringing
On down the line
(Fannie Mae, Fannie Mae)
Yeah, I can hear your name ringing
On down the line
(Fannie Mae, Fannie Mae)
I wanna know do you love me
or am I just wasting my time
Now, Fannie Mae
(Fannie Mae)
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Fannie Mae
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Girl I ain’t been myself
Honey, since you’ve been gone
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
I’m crying oh
Oh, woe, woe, po’ me
Crying oh
Oh, oh, oh, po’ me
No I ain’t in trouble
I’m in so much misery
Fannie Mae
(Fannie Mae)
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Fannie Mae
Baby won’t you please come home
(Fannie Mae, my Fannie Mae)
Now, I ain’t been myself
Girl since you’ve been gone
Dinsdag 26 juni 1973
The Army Goes Rolling Along
The Army Goes Rolling Along (aka "The Caisson Song" and "The Field Artillery Song")
Composer(s): Edmund L. Gruber
March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free
Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory
We’re the Army and proud of our name
We’re the Army and proudly proclaim
First to fight for the right
And to build the Nation’s might
And The Army Goes Rolling Along
Proud of all we have done
Fighting till the battle’s won
And the Army Goes Rolling Along
Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey!
The Army’s on its way
Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!)
For where e’er we go
You will always know
That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Valley Forge, Custer’s ranks
San Juan Hill and Patton’s tanks
And the Army went rolling along
Minute men, from the start
Always fighting from the heart
And the Army keeps rolling along
Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey!
The Army’s on its way
Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!)
For where e’er we go
You will always know
That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Men in rags, men who froze
Still that Army met its foes
And the Army went rolling along
Faith in God, then we’re right
And we’ll fight with all our might
As the Army keeps rolling along
Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey!
The Army’s on its way
Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!)
For where e’er we go
You will always know
That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Dinsdag 26 juni 1973
Calypso (France Gall)
Calypso
Performer(s): France Gall
Il me disait y a qu'le look qui compte
Et moi bien sûr j'me suis pas rendu compte
Qu'il regardait par dessus mon épaule
Cette fille lui a fait le coup du sang chaud
Et moi j'avais pas la couleur de peau
Pour le calypso
Besame mucho
Vertige des pays chauds
Il disait: "let's go"
J'ai besoin d'autre chose
Calypso
Il rêvait tout haut
Danser là-bas bientôt
Le calypso, tico tico tico
Calypso
C'est vrai qu'ici c'est pas les paillettes
C'est pas non plus la mort qui nous guette
Derrière les grands chapeaux, les sombreros
Et moi j'les trouve trop sucrés leurs sirops
Même si l'soleil d'ici n'brille pas si haut
Pour le calypso
Besame mucho
Vertige des pays chauds
Il disait: "let's go"
J'ai besoin d'autre chose
Calypso
Rythmo latino
Danser là-bas bientôt
Le calypso, tico tico tico
Calypso
À chacun ses héros
Lui Dario Moreno
Moi Police ou Toto {calypso, una storia retro}
Moi Elton ou Bowie
Et lui Luis Mariano {calypso, amore pasado}
Moi Janis ou Carly
Et lui Gloria Lasso {calypso}
Calypso
C'est pas l'homme qu'il me faut
À chacun ses héros
Moi Police ou Toto
Lui Dario Moreno {calypso, amor latino}
Adios Roico
Hasta luego
Dinsdag 26 juni 1973
Fanfare/Don't Dream It
Fanfare/Don't Dream It
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): The Toronto Musical Review;
and various other artists
Dr. Frank-N-Furter:
Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry
'Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
Can't you just see it, whoo-ho-ho!
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
(Don't dream it, be it)
Dr. Von Scott:
Ach! We've got to get out of this trap
Before this decadence saps our wills
I've got to be strong and try to hang on
Or else my mind, may well snap
And my life will be lived
For the thrills
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Don't dream it, be it
Brad: It's beyond me, help me, Mommy
Janet: God bless Lili St. Cyr
Maandag 25 juni 1973
The Arms Of Orion
