Woensdag 18 juli 1973
Farewell To Arms
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Farewell To Arms
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Dinsdag 17 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Jed Clampett
The Ballad Of Jed Clampett
Composer(s): Paul Henning
Performer(s): Jerry Scroggins with Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs
and multiple other artists
Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a man name Jed
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
An' then one day he was shootin' at some food
An' up through the ground come a-bubblin' crude
Oil that is! Black Gold! Texas Tea!
Well, the first thing you know, ol' Jed's a millionaire
Kin folk said, "Jed move away from there"
Said "California is the place y'oughta to be"
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
Hills that is! Swimmin' pools! Movie stars!
Ol' Jed bought a mansion, Lawdy, it was swank
Next door neighbour was pres'dent of the bank
Folks objected, but the banker found no fault
'Cause ol' Jed's millions was a layin' in the vault
Cash that is! Capital gains! Depletion money!
Well, now it's time to say good bye to Jed and all his kin
An' they would like t'thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in
You're all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality
Hillbilly that is! Set a spell! Take your shoes off!
Y'all come back, Y'hear!
Dinsdag 17 juli 1973
Caminhos Cruzados
Caminhos Cruzados
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Newton Mendonça
First release by: Silvia Telles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Cuando um coracao que esta cansado de sofrer
Encontra um coracao tambem cansado de sofrer
E tempo de se pensar
Que o amor pode de repente chegar
Cuando existe alguem que tem saudade de alguem
E esse outro alguem nao entender
Deixe esse novo amor chegar
Mesmo que depois seja imprescindivel chorar
Que tolo fui eu que em vao tentei raciocinar
Nas coisas do amor que ningem pode explicar
Ven nois dois, vamos tentar
So um novo amor
Pode a saudade apagar
Dinsdag 17 juli 1973
Farewell Party
Farewell Party
Composer(s): Lawton Williams
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings;
and various other artists
When the last breath of life is gone from my body
And my lips are as cold as the sea
When my friends gather 'round for my farewell party
Won't you pretend you love me
There'll be flowers from those who cry when I go
And leave you in this old world alone
I know you'll have fun at my farewell party
I know you'll be glad when I'm gone
Don't be mad at me for wanting to keep you
'Til my life on this old world is through
You'll be free at the end of my farewell party
But I'll go away loving you
There'll be flowers from those who cry when I go
And leave you in this old world alone
I know you'll have fun at my farewell party
I know you'll be glad when I'm gone
Oh, I know you'll be glad when I'm gone
Maandag 16 juli 1973
Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Composer(s): Peter La Farge
First release by: Peter La Farge - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Gather 'round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white man's greed
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian's dance
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Maandag 16 juli 1973
Caminemos
Caminemos
Composer(s): H. Martins
Performer(s): Raphael
No, ya no debo pensar que te ame
Es preferible olvidar que sufri
No, no concibo que todo acabo
Que este sueño de amor termino
Que la vida nos separo sin querer
Caminemos
Tal vez nos veremos despues
Esta es la ruta que estaba marcada
Y sigo insistiendo en tu amor
Que se perdio en la nada
Y vivo caminando sin saber donde llegar
Tal vez caminando la vida nos vuelva a juntar
Y vivo caminando sin saber donde llegar
Tal vez caminando la vida nos vuelva a juntar
Maandag 16 juli 1973
Farewell
Farewell
Composer(s): Jim McCarty;
Keith Relf; Paul Samwell-Smith
Performer(s): The Yardbirds
Looking at the world around
For the very first time
Never seen it all before
Hope it's not all mine
On Monday morning all alone
I woke within my house of stone
I ventured forth unto the day
These things I saw upon my way
Trees and flowers were wrapped around
With people's castoffs on the ground
Roads and noise of glass and steel
And people snared within the wheel
Tuesday looked into the sky
Where birds in peace were left to fly
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed
I watched the world as people dashed
Friday's sadness began to creep
Upon me like the deepest sleep
It seemed that only I could see
Just what my world would finally be
On Sunday back inside my room
I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon
I let my mind find its own ways
Farewell to future days
Maandag 16 juli 1973
Fare Thee, Honey, Fare Thee Well
Fare Thee, Honey, Fare Thee Well
Composer(s): J. Mayo Williams; John Akers
Performer(s): Connee Boswell;
and various other artists
You told me well at fall
You didn't need me round at all
So fare thee, honey, fare thee well
Now I'm packin' up my grip
Made up my mind to take a trip
Woah, fare the, honey, fare thee well
You told me right to my face
That I could eas'ly be replaced
Woah fare thee, honey, fare thee well
No use to take it back
`Cause I've got my suitcase packed
It's fare thee, honey, fare thee well
You told me when last spring
When the birds began to sing
It was fare thee, honey, fare thee well
Time and time again
You'd look at me and grin
With a fare thee, honey, fare thee well
You chase around all over town
Every night you lied to me
You made me burn but now it's my turn
You have said your last farewell to me
Well I guess by now you've learned
That the little worm has turned
Woah, fare thee, woah, fare thee
Honey, fare thee well
Zondag 15 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
Composer(s): Rex Fowler
Performer(s): Aztec Two-Step
She said her name was Cinderella
From under her umbrella with the blues
He said his name was Mr. Dumpty
But she could call him Humpty if she choosed
Then queried "Wasn't it a pity
That dear old New York City
Was more and more resembling a zoo?"
Humpty talked of birds and berries
The Staten Island Ferry and the moon
Cinderella showed her blisters
As she told him of her sisters and her broom
And how she sweated with the sweeping
While they were always out and reeking of perfume
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
And as the sky was clearing
He asked her most endearing to the ball
She said she didn't have a skirt
In a voice that was quite curt but he could call
But she never gave her number
She just left him there to wonder by the wall
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
We all know Cinderella's story
Of her fortune and her glory very well
And of Mr. Dumpty's fall
From his perch upon the wall no need to tell
But after close inspection
I can't help but pose the question
"Did Humpty Dumpty jump, or did he fell?"
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Zondag 15 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
Composer(s): Rex Fowler
Performer(s): Aztec Two-Step
She said her name was Cinderella
From under her umbrella with the blues
He said his name was Mr. Dumpty
But she could call him Humpty if she choosed
Then queried "Wasn't it a pity
That dear old New York City
Was more and more resembling a zoo?"
Humpty talked of birds and berries
The Staten Island Ferry and the moon
Cinderella showed her blisters
As she told him of her sisters and her broom
And how she sweated with the sweeping
While they were always out and reeking of perfume
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
And as the sky was clearing
He asked her most endearing to the ball
She said she didn't have a skirt
In a voice that was quite curt but he could call
But she never gave her number
She just left him there to wonder by the wall
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
We all know Cinderella's story
Of her fortune and her glory very well
And of Mr. Dumpty's fall
From his perch upon the wall no need to tell
But after close inspection
I can't help but pose the question
"Did Humpty Dumpty jump, or did he fell?"
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Zondag 15 juli 1973
Caminante, Si Vas Por Mi Tierra
Caminante, Si Vas Por Mi Tierra
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
Cuentale de mis largas nostalgias
Que me paso, mirando a lo lejos
Esperando el dia que llegue una carta
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
cuéntale que mis noches son largas
que me paso, escribiéndole versos
que ya nadie lee, solito hasta el alba
Estribillo:
Cuéntale caminante, que es triste
sentirse tan lejos de aquel festival
donde un día cantaba mi pueblo
las viejas canciones que hoy me hacen llorar
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
pregunta en los fogones mi nombre
y si ves que alguien baja la vista
con toda tu fuerza cántale esta zamba
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
pregunta por mis viejos amigos
has de hallarlos juntito a un asado
tras de una guitarra, en el templo del vino
Zondag 15 juli 1973
Faraway Star
Faraway Star
Composer(s): Richard Carmel; David Martin
Performer(s): The Chordettes
Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight
Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above, you are as far as my faraway love
Faraway love, faraway love, who can be happy with faraway love
Wish that I may wish that I might have me the wish that I'm wishing tonight
Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above you are as far as my faraway love
Why must he seem distant from me even when we are as close as can be
Powerful star, wonderfully wide let me be seen by his faraway eye
When I am near, when I am near, couldn't he be more aware that I'm here
We're holding hands inches apart, show me the way to his faraway heart
Faraway,faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above you are as far as my faraway love
Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
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
