Zondag 9 juni 1974
Fool For Love
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Fool For Love
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Zaterdag 8 juni 1974
The Fiddle And The Drum
The Fiddle And The Drum
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again
Oh, America my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But we can remember
All the good things you are
And so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the star
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of your drum
Zaterdag 8 juni 1974
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Composer(s): Peter Albin
Performer(s): Janis Joplin; Big Brother & the Holding Company
I'm a caterpillar
I'm a caterpillar
Crawling for your love
Crawling for your love
Crawling for your love
For your love
I'm a butterfly
I'm a butterfly
Flying for your love
Flying for your love
Flying for your love
For your love
Well, I'll be anything that you want me to be
Baby, I'd even would be climbing up your tree
I'm a pterodactyl
I'm a pterodactyl
Dying for your love
Dying for your love
Dying for your love
For your love
I'm an abominable snowman
I'm an abominable snowman
Calling for your love
Calling for your love
Calling for your love
For your love
Well now baby, I'll be anything that you want me to be
Baby, a big monkey, a little monkey, a chimpanzee
Oh now
I'm a caterpillar
I'm a caterpillar
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
For your love
Oh baby
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
For your love
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
Falling for your love
For your love
Zaterdag 8 juni 1974
Fool For A Cigarette/Feelin' Good (Medley)
Fool For A Cigarette/Feelin' Good (Medley)
Composer(s): Sidney Bailey;
J.B. Lenoir; Jim Dickinson
Performer(s): Ry Cooder
Uhm, I'm a fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Mind when you throw your cigarette
Mind when you throw your cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Uhm, I'm fool for a cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent onl feelin' good
Well, the wino met me on the streets
Said, "Help me on to some Sneakin' Pete
Please, help me brother, I wish you would
'Cause I feel so bad and I wanna feel good"
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Well, you see them folks all dressed so fine
Dancing, drinking champagne and wine
They'd pinch your pockets now if they could
'Cause they ain't doing nothing but feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Red, yellow, black or tan
Makes no difference: a man's a man
They oughta live together now if they could
Then the whole wide world would be feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
Vrijdag 7 juni 1974
The Fever
The Fever
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1998
Covered by multiple other artists
When I get home from my job
I turn on my T.V.
But I can't keep my mind on the show
When I lay down at night
I don't get no sleep
So I turn on the radio
But, Lord, the only thing I hear
Is you whisperin' in my ear
The words that you used to say
Well, now the days grow longer
My love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse every day
I got a fever for a girl
He's got the fever
Oh, he's got the fever
Nothing that a boy can do
When he's got the fever for a girl
He's got the fever
Oh, he's got the fever
Left this little boy blue
I can remember comin' home
See you standin' at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
Or maybe out to a movie show
Something that you'd like to see
Oh, you were my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
When you put your arms around me
Made me fell alright
Well, now the days grow longer
And my love just grows stronger
And the fever gets so bad at night
I got a fever for a girl
He's got the fever
Oh, he's got the feverNothing that a boy can do
When he's got the fever for a girl
He's got the fever
Oh, he's got the fever
Left this little boy blue
It's gonna be alright, now
If I can make it to the morning
I'm gonna be alright, now
If I can just make it to the morning
It's just this long and lonely nights
Everytime I close my eyes
All I see is her face
Everytime I shut my eyes
All I see is her face
But I'm gonna be alright, now
I'll be alright, now
When I shut down all the lights
When I turn off all the lights
When I turn down all the lights
And when I lay my head on the pillow
I can't stop myself in thinking
"Baby, where are you tonight?"
"Where is she tonight?"
Vrijdag 7 juni 1974
Caterina (Perry Como)
Caterina
((Dutch Version: Caterina (Helmut Lotti) - 2006))
Composer(s): Earl Shuman - Maurice "Bugs" Bower
First release by: Perry Como - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Caterina, oh, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, I'm in ectasy
(Si, si, si, si)
Caterina, oh, ho, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, are you thinking of me
(Are you thinking of me)
Caterina, ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
Just how long is the list
Is the list of the lips you've kissed
Oh, how happy my heart would be
If I knew that you loved just me
Say it's true, say you do, Caterina
Caterina, oh, ho, ho (oh. ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, I'm in ectasy
(Si, si, si, si)
Caterina, oh, ho, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, are you thinking of me
(Are you thinking of me)
Caterina, ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
Just how long is the list
Is the list of the lips you've kissed
Oh, how happy my heart would be
If I knew that you loved just me
Say it's true (say it's true)
Say you do (say you do)
Cateri (Cateri, Cateri, Caterina)
Vrijdag 7 juni 1974
Fool (If You Think It's Over)
Fool (If You Think It's Over)
Composer(s): Chris Rea
Performer(s): Chris Rea;
and various other artists
A dying flame, you're free again
Who could love and do that to you
All dressed in black, he won't be coming back
Save your tears, you've got years and years
The pains of seventeen's
Unreal they're only dreams
Save your crying for the day
Fool if you think it's over
'Cos you said goodbye
Fool if you think it's over
I'll tell you why
New born eyes always cry with pain
At the first look at the morning sun
You're a fool if you think it's over
It's just begun
Miss teenage dream, such a tragic scene
he knocked your crown and ran away
First wound of pride and how you cried and cried
But save your tears you've got years and years
Fool if you think it's over
'Cos you said goodbye
Fool if you think it's over
I'll tell you why
New born eyes always cry with pain
At the first look at the morning sun
You're a fool if you think it's over
It's just begun
I'll buy your first good wine
We'll have a real good time
Save your crying for the day
That may not come but anyone
Who had to pay would laugh at you and say
Fool if you think it's over
'Cos you said goodbye
Fool if you think it's over
I'll tell you why
Donderdag 6 juni 1974
Father Of A Boy Named Sue
Father Of A Boy Named Sue
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
OK, now, years ago, I wrote a song called "A Boy Named Sue"
And, that was OK and everything except, then I started to think about it, and I thought, it is unfair
I am, I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view
And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to look at things from old men's point of view
So, I decided to give the old man equal time
OK, here we go...
Yeah, I left home when the kid was three
And it sure felt good to be fancy free
Though I knew it wasn't quite the the fatherly thing to do
But that kid kept screaming and throwing up
And pissing in his pants till I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue
Yeah!
It was Gatlinburg in mid July
I was getting drunk but getting by
Getting old and going from bad to worse
When through the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen
He says, "My name is Sue, how do you do?"
Then he hits me with his purse
Now this ain't the way he tells the tell
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
And kicked me with his high heel shoe
So I hit him in the nose and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain't easy fighting an old boy named Sue
So I hit him in the head with a cane back chair
And he screamed, "Hey dad, you mussed my hair!"
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint
He was spitting blood, I was spitting teeth
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
Kicking and gouging in the mud and the blood and the crème de menthe
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun
I'm about to get shot by my very own son
He's screaming about Sigmund Freud and looking grim - woo
So I though fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough
And I guess he bought it 'cause now I'm living with him
Yea he cooks and sews and cleans up the place
He cuts my hair and shaves my face
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do
And on the nights that I can't score
Well, I can't tell you any more
But it sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue
Yeah a son is fun but it's a joy to have a boy named Sue!
Donderdag 6 juni 1974
Caterina (Helmut Lotti)
Caterina
((Adapted from: Caterina (Perry Como) - 1962))
Composer(s): Earl Shuman - Maurice "Bugs" Bower
Performer(s): Helmut Lotti - 2006
Caterina, O’ Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O’ Ho, Ho Ho! (O ’Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij?
(Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O’ hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is, zeg dat het zo is, Caterina!
Caterina, O’ Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O’ Ho, Ho Ho! (O’ Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij? (Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O’ hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is! (Zeg dat het waar is!)
Zeg dat het zo is! (Zeg dat het zo is!)
Caterina!
Donderdag 6 juni 1974
Food, Glorious Food
Food, Glorious Food
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Tony Osborne Orch.;
and various other artists
Boys:
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get is gru...el!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru...el!
There is not a cust, not a crumb can we find
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag...ine
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion!
Food, glorious food!
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favourite diet!
Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food
Food, glorious food!
What is ther emore handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed
Still worth a kin's ransom
What is it we dream about?
Wat brings on a sigh?
Piled pieahes and cream, about
Six feet high!
Food, glorious food!
Eat right through the menu
Just loosen your belt
Two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite
In this interlude
The food
Once again, food
Fabulous food
Glorious food
Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like
Just thinking of growing fat
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling!
Food, glorious food!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Fabulous food
Oliver:
Beautiful food
Boys:
Glorious food
Woensdag 5 juni 1974
The Fatal Glass Of Beer
The Fatal Glass Of Beer
Composer(s): Charlie Case
Performer(s): W.C. Fields
There was once a poor boy
And he left his country home
And he came to the city to look for work
He promised his ma and pa
He would lead a civilized life
And always shun the fatal curse of drink
Once in the city
He got a situation in a quarry
And there he made the acquaintance of some college students
He little thought they were demons
For they wore the best of clothes
But the clothes do not always make the gentleman
They tempted him to drink
And they said he was a cow'rd
And at last he took the fatal glass of beer
When he'd found what he'd done
He dashed the glass upon the floor
And he staggered through the door with delerium tremens
Once upon the sidewalk
He met a Salvation Army girl
And wickedly he broke her tambourine
All she said was, "Heaven bless you"
And placed a mark upon his brow
With a kick she'd learned before she had been saved
Now, as a moral to young men
Who come down to the city
Don't go 'round breaking people's tambourines
Woensdag 5 juni 1974
Catchin' On Fast
Catchin' On Fast
Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Won't you show me how to kiss
Put your lips on mine
Do you do it just like this
Tell me I'm doing fine
We got a good thing going now take your time
Come on and make it last
Love may be new to you but
Oooh, I'm catchin' on fast
Give, give, gimme all you've got to give
Love, love, love every moment you live
Now you've taught me all you know
Have I passed the test
Show me all you've got to show
Baby you're the best
But tell me I've learned quickly and I know each trick
I'm sure love's gonna last
Love maybe new to you but
Oooh I'm catchin' on fast
Woensdag 5 juni 1974
Food For Thought
Food For Thought
Composer(s): UB40
Performer(s): UB40; Stylus Junkies
Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies
Skin and bones is creeping, does`nt know he`s dead
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head
Politician`s argue sharpening their knives
Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives
(Chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it`s way
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay
Jesus son of mary is born again today
(Chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Dinsdag 4 juni 1974
The Fat Man
The Fat Man
((Danish Version: Tykke (Rock Nalle & The Flames) - 1979))
Composer(s): Fats Domino - Dave Bartholomew
First recording/First release by: Fats Domino - 1949/1950
Covered by multiple other artists
They call, they call me the fat man
'Cause I weight two hundred pounds
All the girls they love me
'Cause I know my way around
I was standing, I was standing on the corner
Of Rampart and Canal
I was watching, watching
Watching those people gather
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah
I'm going, I'm going, going away
And I'm going, going to stay
'Cause we be in this fast life
Can't stand this, going away
Dinsdag 4 juni 1974
Catch Us If You Can
Catch Us If You Can
Composer(s): Dave Clark - Lenny Davidson
First release by: The Dave Clark Five - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Here they come again, mmmm-mm-mm
Catch us if you can, mmmm-mm-mm
Time to get a move on, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Now we gotta run, mmmm-mm-mm
No more time for fun, mmmm-mm-mm
When we're gettin' angry, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Here they come again, mmmm-mm-mm
Catch us if you can, mmmm-mm-mm
Time to get a move on, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Dinsdag 4 juni 1974
Food Blues
Food Blues
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare; The Corries
I was waitin' in Rosie's Restaurant
When the waiter came up and said
"What do you want?"
I looked at the menu -- it looked so nice
Till he said, "Let me give you some advice"
He said, "Spaghetti and potatoes got too much starch
Pork chops and sausage are bad for your heart
There's hormones in chicken and beef and veal
Bowl of ravioli is a dead man's meal
Bread got preservatives, there's nitrites in ham
Artificial coloring in jellies and jam
Stay away from donuts
Run away from pie
Pepperoni pizza is a sure way to die
Sugar rots your teeth and make you put on weight
But artifical sweetener's got cyclamates
Eggs got cholesterol
There's fat in cheese
Coffee ruins your kidneys, and so does tea
Fish got mercury
Red meat is poison
Salt's gonna send your blood pressure risin'
Hot dogs and bologna got deadly red dyes
Vegetables and fruits are sprayed with pesticides"
So I said, "What can I eat that's gonna make me last?"
He said, "A small drink of water in a sterilized glass"
And then he stopped and he thought for a minute
And said, "Never mind the water -- there's carcinogenics in it"
So I got up from the table and walked out in the street
Realizing there was nothing I could eat
I ain't eaten for a month, and I'm feeling fine...
'Cause he did not mention
Beer, whiskey, women and sweet red wine
Maandag 3 juni 1974
The Fast-Talkin' Agent
The Fast-Talkin' Agent
Composer(s): Horton
Performer(s): The Duke Of Paducah
Son, you better listen to Clagmouth Clackett
If you wanna make it big in the showbiz racket
You got a big hit, Boy, but that ain't enough
You need a fast-talkin' agent to handle your stuff
And that's me, Son, Clagmouth's the name
Big wheelin' and dealin', that's the name of the game
I'll put you in the big time, set you up a firm
Gizmo Productions, earn while you learn
Me and you's partners, just sign your name
And, Son, you're on your way to the Hall of Fame
Sign here... Fried Chicken... Roast Beef...
Boy, that's where the gravy is...
T'ain't no joke, Son
You gotta get a big shiny automobile
And a great big house on Luxury Hill
Great inspiration, lookin' down below
For writin' them songs about Poverty Row
And you cut 'em, and I'll plug 'em
But you gotta be honest, Boy, tell it like it is
'Cos you can't be a phoney in today's showbiz
Once upon a time you could be a big star
Singin' through your nose to a tinny guitar
With a ten gallon hat and a rhinestone suit
And a flat-top Martin, you could grind some loot
But that's gone, Son... Flat, dead and gone
Time's are a-changin'... There's a new put-on
Today makin' records is a whole new gig
You can't make a silk purse out of a pig
Forget about Ragtime and all that Jazz
Now you gotta have a message with your razzamatazz
Knock somethin'... Hate somebody
Mommy and Daddy... They're the ones to blame
They squeeezed all the sugar out o' Sugarfoot Rag
Now you gotta get a gimmick from a brand new bag
Picked all the petals from the Wildwood Flower
Now you gotta peddle soul with your guitar power
Start peddlin', Son... If you wanna get the bread
That's where it is, Boy... Cornball's dead
Leave that barnyard stuff for the chickens
The County Fair's where it's still good pickins
Old Aunt Martha pays a buck and a half
For a record and a picture, free autograph
She's happy... So's Uncle Jim
They know you're a good man...
Why you sang 'em a Hymn
Sock it to 'em, Boy, with a poverty pitch
For without poor people you'd be diggin' a ditch
And who buys the records that's makin' you rich
That's right, Boy, don't you ever forget it
It's them poor, poor people...
I've got me a Star...
Get away from be, Boy, you bother me...
Maandag 3 juni 1974
Catch The Wind
Catch The Wind
((French Version: Autant Chercher À Retenir Le Vent (Richard Anthony) - 1965))
Composer(s): Donovan
First release by: Donovan - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind
To feel you all around me
And to take your hand, along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
When sundown pales the sky
I wanna hide a while, behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find
For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind
When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near, to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind
For standin' in your heart
Is where I want to be, and I long to be
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind
Maandag 3 juni 1974
Folsom Prison Blues
Folsom Prison Blues
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin' and that's what tortures me
Well if that freed me from this prison
and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Zondag 2 juni 1974