Zondag 15 juli 1973
Faraway Star
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Zaterdag 14 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Gator McKlusky
The Ballad Of Gator McKlusky
Composer(s): Jerry Reed
Performer(s): Jerry Reed
He was raised in the swamp
In the back of a slough
He grew up eatin' rattlesnake meat
And drinkin' homemade brew
Now folks here about call him Gator
And everybody knows him well
Meanest man ever to hit the swamp
Folks swear he come straight outta hell
Well Gator McKlusky sittin' on a stump
Hammer pulled back on a twelve gauge pump
Watchin' that swamp lookin' out for the law
While he make the best corn liquor you ever saw
(Rock gut whiskey...)
While he's makin' that mash he watches and he looks
Old Gator he knows that swamp like a book
Somethin' out there movin' Gator whaddaya see
Ain't nothin' but the snakes and the gators and me
Everything's okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff ain't snoopin' around
So cook that moonshine down
'Til it's good and clear
Everything's okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff he'd soon mess around with the devil
Than to get his self long messin' around in here
One day he was cookin' some mash he was almost done
When they spotted the law and they had to run
So he headed for the swamp and they followed him in
But the law might as well been a-chasin' the wind
(Look out for that snake, sheriff...)
Well they chased on back through the muck and the slime
To the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine
But the law won't never catch Gator my friend
'Cause he knows that swamp like the back of his hand
Watch out boys old smokey's in the Okefenokee
The sheriff's out there snoopin' around
So shut that business down
And let's disappear
Look out boys old smokey's in the Okefenokee
But that sheriff he's really gonna catch the devil
If he keeps on snoopin' around in here
(Gator's in the swamp, sheriff...)
(Go get him...)
(If you can...)
(Careful, sheriff...) (Don't let that gator bite you on your gonads...)
Zaterdag 14 juli 1973
Caminando, Caminando
Caminando, Caminando
Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Caminando, caminando
voy buscando libertad
ojala encuentre camino
para seguir caminando
Es dificil encontrar
en la sombra claridad
cuando el sol que nos alumbra
decolora la verdad
Cuanto tiempo estoy llegando
desde cuando me habre ido
cuanto tiempo caminando
desde cuando caminando
Caminando, caminando
Zaterdag 14 juli 1973
Far, Far From Ypres
Far, Far From Ypres
Composer(s): Bingham; Greene
Far far from Ypres, I long to be
Where German snipers can't get at me
Damp is my dugout, cold are my feet
Waiting for whizzbangs to put me to sleep
Vrijdag 13 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest
The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1967
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain"
Well Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Would ya please not stare at me that like that," he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide"
Well, Judas he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you'll be"
Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity!"
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might call it 'paradise'"
"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right," said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while"
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest"
"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house"
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of house is this," he said
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest
"It's not a house... it's a home"
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst
No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed"
Well, the moral of this story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road
Vrijdag 13 juli 1973
Camilo Torres
Camilo Torres
Composer(s): Daniel Viglietti - Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Donde cayo Camilo
nacio una cruz
pero no de madera
sino de luz
Lo mataron cuando iba
por su fusil
Camilo Torres muere
para vivir
Cuentan que tras la bala
se oyo una voz
era Dios que gritaba
Revolucion!
Revisar la sotana
mi general
que en la guerrilla cabe
un sacristan
Lo clavaron con balas
en una cruz
lo llamaron bandido
como a Jesus
Y cuando ellos bajaron
por su fusil
se encontraron que el pueblo
tiene cien mil
cien mil Camilos prontos
a combatir
Camilo Torres muere para vivir
Vrijdag 13 juli 1973
Far Away Places
Far Away Places
Composer(s): Alex Kramer; Joan Whitney
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting;
and various other artists
Far away places with strange-soundin' names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Are callin', callin' me
Goin' to China or maybe Siam
I want to see for myself
Those far away places I've been readin' about
In a book that I took from the shelf
I start gettin' restless whenever I hear
The whistle of a train
I pray for the day I can get underway
And look for those castles in Spain
They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am
But I know that I'm burnin' to see
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me
(I pray for the day when I'll find a way
Those far away places to see)
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me
Donderdag 12 juli 1973
The Ballad Of El Goodo
The Ballad Of El Goodo
Composer(s): Chris Bell - Alex Chilton
First release by: Big Star - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Years ago, my heart was set to live, oh
And I've been trying hard against unbelievable odds
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
But guns they wait to be stuck by, at my side is God
And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
There's people around who tell you that they know
And places where they send you, and it's easy to go
They'll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a row
But you know you don't have to, you can just say "no"
I've been built up and trusted, broke down and busted
But they'll get theirs and we will get ours if you can
Just-a hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Years ago my heart was set to live, oh
But I've been trying hard against strong odds
It gets so hard at times like now to hold on
Well, I'll fall if I don't fight, and at my side is God
Donderdag 12 juli 1973
Camelot
Camelot
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Al borde de una laguna
tres brujas montan caldero
y baten un mundo espeso
Una le pone la luna
otra sangre de cordero
y otra los últimos besos
De Camelot vuelan señales
en los dragones y los cuernos
y hay un silencio de animales
mientras se anuncian los infiernos
El odio a otro es nuestra suerte
la sangre ajena es nuestra viña
Cuando profanen y den muerte
seremos aves de rapiña
Dos contrahechos del norte
y un enano de alcahuete
sádicos abominables
reclutan tribus y cortes
para gestión de grilletes
y corazones de sable
Y una vez más, como tragedia
ronda el olor a carne rota
de calabozo, de Edad Media
donde callaban al ilota
Y una vez más, contra el impulso
de besar y abrazar a gentes
ceder al último recurso
de ojo por ojo y diente a diente
Donderdag 12 juli 1973
Far Away In Honolulu (They've Got The Tango Craze)
Far Away In Honolulu (They've Got The Tango Craze)
Composer(s): Burt Leighton; Frank Leighton
Far away in Honolulu
Where the natives do the tango
Most every evening
You can see them dance
(See them dance, see them dance)
To the funny music playing
You can see them all a swaying
If you should go there
They would put you in a trance
Should you ever take a notion
That you want to cross the ocean
Just take a steamboat to Hawaii land
(To Hawaii, to Hawaii)
Travel into Honolulu
Where'll you see the Hula Hula
Just watch those maidens
And hear the Ukelele Band
In Honolulu where they used to dance the Hula
In native costumes and pretty lays
With the Ukeleles playing
They start a swinging and a swaying
Far away in Honolulu
They've got the tango craze
Woensdag 11 juli 1973
Ballad Of Dwight Fry
Ballad Of Dwight Fry
Composer(s): Alice Cooper - Michael Bruce
Performer(s): Alice Cooper; The Dream Syndicate; Loretta's Doll
I was gone for fourteen days
I could have been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lying on the floor
I was gone for all those days, but
I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
in the danger zone
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
Since I've gone away
I think I lost some weight there, and
I'm sure I need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
in a straight white vest
Sure like to see that little children
She's only four years old
I'd give her back all of her playthings
Even the ones I stole
See my lonley life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I've gotta, I've gotta get out of here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
I gotta get outta here
Let me outta here
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
Blow up in my face
I grabbed my hat and I got my coat, and I
I ran into the street
I saw a man who was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens calling
And so I am not free
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane
Woensdag 11 juli 1973
Came To See Me Yesterday (In The Merry Month Of)
Came To See Me Yesterday (In The Merry Month Of)
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
If I ask you politely
What it is your going to be
When you grow up you tall me
A woman
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of September
I took a trip to see
All the things I was going to be
A famous movie star
With a two hundred foot car
That will only carry two people
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of July
I'll fly anywhere you want me to
Just tell me when and
You won't mind if I don't find
What I am looking for
What I am looking for
Is a bicycle made for one
Hundred people to sit on
Plus a carriage made for two people
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of July
I'll fly anywhere you want me to
Just tell me when and
You won't mind if I don't find
What I am looking for
What I am looking for
Is a bicycle made far one
Hundred people to sit on
Plus a carriage made for two people
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of marching
Side by side and back to back
I think it's fair to say that's that
Woensdag 11 juli 1973
Far Away (Demis Roussos)
Far Away
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Demis Roussos
There's a lucky man who'll take you far away
far away, so very very far away
he will come some day
to another land he'll take you far away
far away, so very very far away
this will come they say
Nobody knows, who will share
all your love pure and fair
but in your eyes I can see
that someone will be me
Who will catch your heart my lovely
who can say, who can say
from tomorrow you will stay
more than just a day
To another land he'll take you far away
far away, so very very far away
love will show the way
Nobody knows, who will share
all your love pure and fair
but in your eyes I can see
that someone will be me
Nobody knows who will share all your love
but in your eyes that someone will be me
nobody knows who will share
all your love pure and fair
but in your eyes I can see
that someone will be me
nobody knows who will share all your love
Dinsdag 10 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Composer(s): Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
and multiple other artists
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yes sir
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
Dinsdag 10 juli 1973
Cambodia
Cambodia
Composer(s): Ricky Wilde - Marty Wilde
First release by: Kim Wilde - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists
Well he was Thailand based
She was an airforce wife
He used to fly weekends
It was the easy life
But then it turned around
And he began to change
She didn't wonder then
She didn't think it strange
But then he got a call
He had to leave that night
He couldn't say too much
But it would be alright
He didn't need to pack
They'd meet the next night
He had a job to do
Flying to Cambodia
And as the nights passed by
She tried to trace the past
The way he used to look
The way he used to laugh
I guess she'll never know
What got inside his soul
She couldn't make it out
Just couldn't take it all
He had the saddest eyes
The girl had ever seen
He used to cry some nights
As though he lived a dream
Ans as she held him close
He used to search her face
As though she knew the truth
Lost inside Cambodia
But then a call came through
They said he'd soon be home
She had to pack a case
And they would make a rendez-vous
But now a year has passed
And not a single word
And all the love she knew
Has disappeared out in the haze
Cambodia - Don't cry now - No tears now
And now the years have passed
With not a single word
But there is only one thing left
I know for sure
She won't see his face again
Dinsdag 10 juli 1973
Far Away (Astrud Gilberto)
Far Away
Composer(s): Astrud Gilberto; Hal Shaper
Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto
Far away you seem so far away
When it was only yesterday
That you were oh so close to me
So close that every sigh
Was like the whisper of a lover's lullaby
The way the ocean loves the edges of the sky
As close as we could be
But now you're far away
So far away you're like a distant star away
And even though your hands could touch me if they tried
When love has died what more is there to say
I only know you're so far away
You're long ago, so far away
Far away, so far away
But now you're far away
So far away you're like a distant star away
And even though your hands could touch me if they tried
When love has died what more is there to say
I only know you're oh so far away
You're long ago and oh so far away
Oh so far away
Far away, so far away
Maandag 9 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Cat Ballou
The Ballad Of Cat Ballou
Composer(s): Mack David - Jerry Livingston
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Well now friends just lend an ear
For you're now about to hear
The ballad of Cat Ballou
It's a song that's newly made
And Professus and The Shade
And the Sunrise Kid are singin' it for you
Cat Ballou, Cat Ballou
It's a hangin' day in Wolf City, Wyomin'
Wolf City, Wyomin', eighteen ninety four
They're gonna drop Cat Ballou
Through the gallows floor
She killed a man in Wolf City, Wyomin'
Wolf City, Wyomin', killed a man it's true
And that is why they're a-hangin'
Hangin' Cat Ballou
She has the smile of an angel
(Fights like the Devil)
The eyes of an angel
(Bites like the Devil)
The face of an angel
(I say she's the Devil)
(She's mean and evil through and through)
Cat Ballou, Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou
She's mean and evil through and through
With her outlaw band they're now tellin' a story
Now tellin' a story how she rode the plain
The wildest gal in the We-est
Since Calamity Jane
And today's the day that she's goin' to glory
She's goin' to glory for the way she sinned
They'll be a-speedin' her soul
On a wayward wind
She has the smile of an angel
(Fights like the Devil)
The eyes of an angel
(Bites like the Devil)
The face of an angel
(I say she's the Devil)
(She's mean and evil through and through)
Cat Ballou (Cat Ballou)
Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou (Cat Ballou)
She's mean and evil through and through
Cat Ballou, Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou
She's mean and evil through and through
Maandag 9 juli 1973
Cambios (Miguel Mateos)
Cambios
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ella hace mucho que
no duerme con él
y él le propone hacer las paces
le trajo un paquete
con comida y no sé qué
y un aire de perro apaleado
contó que lo hirieron
en el concierto de ayer
y que volvió decepcionado
Y no por la bala
sino por la ingenuidad
de 30.000 desocupados
aplaudiendo a un artista millonario
Cambios, cambios
que vengan los cambios
pasan los años, estamos igual
Cambios, cambios
empezar por adentro
no te hagas daño
sólo trata cambiar
Yo no tengo trabajo
pero ellos tampoco llegaron
nunca, jamás pisaron la Luna
y te regalan profilácticos
en el subte y en el tren
te dicen: -Jamás pierdas el control
que cuides los mares
y no envuelvas nada en celofán
y te prohiben usar el aerosol
Para que un hijo de puta
se cague en el ozono
fabrique aviones y entierre los
deshechos en el Sur
Y en un experimento
se escape un pobre mono
con el maldito virus
y nos apeste a todos... quiero
Cambios, cambios
que vengan los cambios
pasan los años, estamos igual
Cambios, cambios
empezar por adentro
no te hagas daño
sólo trata cambiar
Le regalo una foto
autografiada por el Che
y un video de Bugs Bunny
un banderín de River Plate
aunque el pibe nació en Avellaneda
donde el aire mata gente en las veredas
pero ella hace mucho
que no duerme con él...
pero esta noche, ja, ja, ja
Cambios, cambios
que vengan los cambios
pasan los años, estamos igual
Cambios, cambios
sólo trata, cambios...
Maandag 9 juli 1973
Fany
Fany
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Fany quand elle rêve
C'est que la nuit s'achève
Elle voit le monde à son réveil
Avec les yeux de son sommeil
A l'aube elle se lève
Un chevalier l'enlève
Pour l'emporter dans son château
Perché au sommet du hameau
Fany dans son île
Voudrait bien voir la ville
De l'autre côté des montagnes
Elle a quelqu'un qui l'accompagne
Elle part pour l'école
Et sa fusée décolle
Elle jette au passage un coup d'œil
Sur ses deux petits écureuils
Parfois quand elle berce
Sa petite princesse
Elle a les yeux d'une maman
Sur son visage de sept ans
Fany quand elle aime
C'est comme un long poème
Elle dit des mots qui n'ont plus cours
Que dans les vieux livres d'amour
Elle vit dans un songe
Le reste est un mensonge
Son cœur est clair comme un ruisseau
Mais la vie trouble un peu son eau
Alors elle résiste
Le soir quand elle est triste
Elle prie jusqu'à la nuit venue
Pour que son rêve continue
Et si par surprise
Ses vœux se réalisent
Elle dit "Je n'en crois pas mes yeux
Je dois rêver mais c'est tant mieux"
Que rien ne l'arrête
Ni chagrin ni défaite
Elle fait le monde à sa façon
Elle sait déjà qu'elle a raison
Fany, quand elle rêve
C'est un jour qui se lève...
Zondag 8 juli 1973
Ballad Of Bonnie And Clyde
