Zondag 11 november 1973
Fields Of Fire
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Fields Of Fire
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Zaterdag 10 november 1973
The Boy Who Came Back
The Boy Who Came Back
Composer(s): Marc Almond
Performer(s): Marc Almond & the Willing Sinners
He woke to the sound of the birds in the morning
Felt charged with a new lease of life
Time to break out of his present surroundings
A mother, a child and a wife
He'd not said good-bye to his last thread of childhood
It lay just beyond his front gate
So he packed just a few things
And he packed in his job
And he prayed he'd not left it too late
He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"
Joy held his heart
As he took to the road
Cast all his sorrow
To the breeze
Knew in his heart
It was the right thing to do
For he had to search out
His belief
Spring came and fall went
The year ran away
Love, hate and heartache ran too
Felt himself drift
Into memories of home
And the loneliness he lived on through
He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"
And he'd learnt about life
But he'd lost out on love
He was no longer only a boy
There were lines on his face
From the sun and the wind
But no lines there through
Laughter or joy
Shoes full of holes
But with fire in his soul
He walked down the dirt beaten track
Mother was gone
But his wife and child were living on
And they cried
"It's the boy who came back"
Goodbye through the evening
Goodbye through the night
Goodbye through the dreams
Through the sleep
Goodbye to our yesterdays
Hello tomorrow
It seems we were destined to meet
He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"
Zaterdag 10 november 1973
Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man
Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man
Composer(s): Jerome Kern - Oscar Hammerstein II
First release by: Helen Morgan - 1927
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh listen, sister
I love my mister man and I can't tell you why
Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man
It must be sumpin' dat de angels done plan
De chimbley's smokin'
De roof is leakin' in
But he don't seem to care
He can be happy
With jes' a sip of gin
I even loves him when his kisses got gin
Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die
Can't help lovin' that man of mine
Tell me he's lazy
Tell me he's slow
Tell me I'm crazy, maybe, I know
Can't help lovin' that man of mine
When he goes away
Dat's a rainy day
And when he comes back dat day is fine
The sun will shine
He can come home as late as can be
Home without him ain't no home to me
Can't help lovin' that man of mine
He can come home as late as can be
Home without him ain't no home to me
Can't help lovin' that man the way I do
Oh Can't help lovin' that man of mine
Zaterdag 10 november 1973
Fields Of Clover
Fields Of Clover
Composer(s): Dan Penn; Spooner Oldham
Performer(s): The Box Tops
You're walking in fields of clover
I hear you finally made it to the classy side of town
It made me sad, got to feeling bad, until I thought it over
And now I'm all right, because you're all right
Baby, baby, I know you're sleeping warm tonight
You crossed the tracks in a hurry
Yes you did
You didn't even stop, to tell me goodbye, yeah
But them pretty dresses that you're wearing, baby
Are payment enough
You're sure looking tough
I always told you, ah, that you had the stuff
Yeah, yeah…
Baby, you're walking in fields of clover
You're stepping high, like a lady should
Now maybe someday you'll wave to me from across the tracks, yeah
And I'll be all right, knowing you're all right
Baby, baby, I know you're sleeping warm tonight
Yeah, yeah…
Vrijdag 9 november 1973
The Boy Next Door
The Boy Next Door
Composer(s): Hugh Martin - Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Judy Garland
The moment I saw him smile
I knew he was just my style
My only regret is we've never met
Though I dream of him all the while
But he doesn't know I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me
Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue
And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three
How can I ignore the boy next door
I love him more than I can say
Doesn't try to please me
Doesn't even tease me
And he never sees me glance his way
And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door
Affection for me won't display
I just adore him
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door
I just adore him
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door
Vrijdag 9 november 1973
Can't Help Falling In Love
Can't Help Falling In Love ((aka The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett) - 18th Century))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - George Weiss - Hugo Peretti - Luigi Creatore
Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1961
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1859 - Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz) (instrumental)
1931 - Plaisir D'amour (by Yvonne Printemps)
1978 - Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave)
1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart)
1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)
Wise men say, only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay, would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
Vrijdag 9 november 1973
Fiel
Fiel
Composer(s): Pedro Ruíz; Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Es fiel, quien camina sin temor
fiel, fiel, quien no cambia de color
en la gloria o el dolor, fiel
Fiel, fiel, como es el río al mar
fiel, fiel, como el viento al vendaval
quiero ser, quiero ser
Fiel a un dios, a un color
a mi libertad, a mi amor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Fiel, fiel, al que entienda mi verdad
fiel, fiel, a quien yo de mi amistad
quiero ser, quiero ser
Fiel a un dios, a un candor
a mi juventud, al valor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Fiel a un dios, a un color
a mi libertad, a mi amor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Seré fiel
Donderdag 8 november 1973
The Boy In The Bubble
The Boy In The Bubble
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Forere Motloheloa
First release by: Paul Simon - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart
And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
Donderdag 8 november 1973
Can't Go On
Can't Go On
Composer(s): David Coverdale - Adrian Vandenberg
Performer(s): Whitesnake
I’ve been feeling sentimental
In a melancholy way
Blues siting on my shoulder
Getting heavier every day...
Staring into space
One thing on my mind
I’ve been trying to drown
The thought of you
By drinking too much wine...
Then my imagination
Starts running wild
I snap my fingers
And you’re there by my side...
Can’t go on without your love
There’s no song without your love...
Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...
Been getting too lazy
Letting myself go
Feeling like a refugee
No one cares for anymore...
Endless lonely days
I just try to get through
And there’s no escape
Even when I sleep
’cause all I dream is you...
Then my imagination
Gets the better of me
’cause you’re everywhere I go
In everything I see...
I can’t go on without you love
There’s no song without your love...
There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...
You make me dance
You make me sing
When I’m with you
I can do anything...
When I’m cold
You keep me warm.
And give me shelter
From the howling storm...
There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...
Can’t go on without your love
There’s no song without your love...
Donderdag 8 november 1973
Fiddle Around
Fiddle Around
Composer(s): Larry Kusik; Clint Ballard Jr.
Performer(s): Jan & Dean
Wo wo wo fiddle around, fiddle around
They would fiddle around and around
all over the town
Do you remember Judy?
Her eyes were big and blue
Her kisses were so tender and warm
But her heart was so untrue
She used to fiddle around, fiddle around
She would fiddle around and around all over the town
Susie, she'd be faithful
Kathy gave me her heart
But they would start a-cheatin' on me
Each time we were apart
Oh they would fiddle around, fiddle around
They would fiddle around and around all over the town
Well, I've had lots of girlfriends
When all is said and done
Baby, you're the only girl for me
'Cause you're the only one
Who doesn't fiddle around, fiddle around
You don't fiddle around and around all over the town
You don't fiddle around and around all over the town
Woensdag 7 november 1973
The Boy From New York City
The Boy From New York City
Composer(s): George Davis - John Taylor
First release by: The Ad Libs - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Oo-wah Oo-wah cool cool Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Oo-wah Oo-wah C'mon Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
He's kinda tall, he's really fine
Someday I hope to make him mine all mine
And he's neat, and oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me swept me off my feet
Oo-oo-weee, you ought to come and see
How he walks, and how he talks
He's really down, and he's no clown
He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
And he's cute, in his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot
Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
His pretty bar, and his brand new car
Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
Oo, he makes me feel so fi-i-ine
(Oo-wah oo-wah...)
He can dance, and make romance
And that's when I fell in love with just one glance
He was shy, and so was I
And now I know we'll never ever say goodbye
Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
He's the most, from coast to coast
Woensdag 7 november 1973
Can't Get Used To Losing You
Can't Get Used To Losing You
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
First release by: Andy Williams - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Guess there's no use in hangin' 'round
Guess I'll get dressed and do the town
I'll find some crowded avenue
Though it will be empty without you
Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you
Called up some girl I used to know
After I heard her say "Hello"
Couldn't think of anything to say
Since you're gone it happens every day
Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you
I'll find somebody, wait and see
Who am I kiddin', only me
'cause no one else could take your place
Guess that I am just a helpless case
Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you
I can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you
Woensdag 7 november 1973
Fica
Fica
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Dia que eu não sou de respeito
Diz que não dá jeito
De jeito nenhum
Diz que eu sou subversivo
Um elemento ativo
Feroz e nocivo
Ao bem-estar comum
Fale do nosso barraco
Diga que é um buraco
Que nem queiram ver
Diga que o meu samba é fraco
E que eu não largo o taco
Nem pra conversar com você
Mas fica
Mas fica ao lado meu
Você sai e não explica
Onde vai e a gente fica
Sem saber se vai voltar
Diga ao primeiro que passa
Que eu sou da cachaça
Mais do que do amor
Diga e diga de pirraça
De raiva ou de graça
No meio da praça, é favor
Mas fica
Mas fica ao lado meu
Você sai e não explica
Onde vai e a gente fica
Sem saber se vai voltar
Diz que eu ganho até folgado
Mas perco no dado
E não lhe dou vintém
Diz que é pra tomar cuidado
Sou um desajustado
E o que bem lhe agrada, meu bem
Mas fica
Mas fica, meu amor
Quem sabe um dia
Por descuido ou poesia
Você goste de ficar
Dinsdag 6 november 1973
The Boxer
The Boxer
((Spanish Version: El Boxeador (Laredo) - 1978))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie...
Dinsdag 6 november 1973
Can't Get Out Of This Mood
Can't Get Out Of This Mood
Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Ginny Simms
and multiple other artists
All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do
And I can't get out of this mood, can't get over this feeling
Can't get out of this mood, last night your lips were too appealing
The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
But it's only your arms I'm out of
Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
But I'm sayin' it, I'm playin' it dumb
Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come
All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do
The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
But it's only your arms I'm out of
Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
But I'm sayin' it, yes, I'm playin' it dumb
Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come
This mood, can't get out of this mood, can't get out of this mood
Dinsdag 6 november 1973
Fibbin'
Fibbin'
Composer(s): Michael Merlo; Patrick Welch
Performer(s): Patti Page; Petula Clark
Honey you've been fibbin'
Tellin' me such lies
Know that you've been givin'
Ev'ry guy the eye
Honey you've been foolin'
From the very start
Think of what you're doin'
To my achin' heart
Don'tcha know I'm sighin'?
Don'tcha know I'm crying'?
Don'tcha know I'm tryin'?
To believe yuh?
Oo, Oo, Oo
Honey I'm just livin'
For a love that's true
When you stop you fibbin'
I'll come back to you
Honey you've been fibbin'
Tellin' me such lies...(etc.)
Maandag 5 november 1973
El Boxeador
El Boxeador
((Adapted from: The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1969))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Miguel Bosé
Performer(s): Laredo - 1978
Soy un pobre diablo
y de mi nada sabréis
Malgasté todas mis fuerzas
en montones de promesas
que eran burlas, ni una verdad
Pero un hombre sólo escucha
lo que quiere escuchar
na na naa, nana na nana na
Y dejé familia y casa
era apenas un chaval
Para mí todo era extraño
en la paz de una estación
perdido y asustado
Espiar
frecuentar los barrios bajos
su miseria y suciedad
entre vagabundos prefería estar
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai
Voy buscando algún trabajo
pido paga sindical
pero no hay ofertas
sólo una proposición de prostitutas
He de admitir
que hubo veces sólo y triste
que encontré consuelo allí...
na na naa, nana na nana na
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai
Preparando el nuevo invierno
pienso en casa y en volver
Vuelta atrás
Donde el viento de ciudad
no me desangre más
Vuelta a casa, otra vez
en el Rin un boxeador
un luchador de profesión
Lleva huellas en la cara
del guante que le pegó
y que le cortó hasta que gritara
De vergüenza y de rabia
yo me marcho, yo me marcho
Pega duro y no se va hmm...
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai
Maandag 5 november 1973
Can't Get My Motor To Start
Can't Get My Motor To Start
Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden
Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden
Can't get my motor to start
Can't get my motor to start
Can't get my motor to start
Can't get my motor to start
Can't you get it to go?
Is your battery low?
No, I don't think so
Try pullin' out on the choke
Try lookin' under the hood
Try pullin' out on the choke
Try lookin' under the hood
Lookin' under the hood
never did any good
The choke must be broke
Try beatin' down with your feet
Looks like she's startin' to crank
Let's pour the gasoline out
Try puttin' beer in the tank
Bring the beer over here
'cause I need it to steer
Try pullin' out all the wires
Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks
Try dynamitin' the tank
Smash all the glass with an ax
Do you have any grease?
Pour it over the seats
What did you do to my car?
What did you do to my car?
What did you do to my car?
What did you do to my car?
Well we took it apart
But we can't make it start
We wanna go for a ride
Let's push it over the hill
We wanna go for a ride
Let's push it over the hill
Better not get inside
'cause she's startin' to slide
Maandag 5 november 1973
Fever (Elvis Presley)
Fever
Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Ev’rybody’s got the fever
that is something you all know
Fever isn’t such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I’m gonna treat you right
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie baby, you’re my flame
Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I’m afire
Fever, yea I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said Daddy-o don’t you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I’m his Missus,
Oh daddy, won’t you treat him right
Now you’ve listened to my story
Here’s the point that I have made
Cats were born to give chicks fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Zondag 4 november 1973
The Bowery
