Donderdag 26 december 1974
Freightliner Fever
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Freightliner Fever
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Woensdag 25 december 1974
The Hunting Song (Tom Lehrer)
The Hunting Song
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers
about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with
a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel
At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the field of blood sports
and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewith
I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute
And when something moves, you shoot!"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow
Woensdag 25 december 1974
C'était Toi (You Were The One)
C'était Toi (You Were The One)
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel
Here I am again
In this smoky place
With my brandy eyes
I'm talking to myself
You were the one
You were the one
Here I go again
Looking for your face
And I realize
That I should look for someone else
But you were the one
You were the one
I'm looking for comfort
That I can take
From someone else
But after all
I know there is no one
That can save me from myself
You were the only one
Me revoici
Dans ce bar enfume
Avec mes yeux iures
Je me parle a moi meme
C'etait toi
C'etait toi
Me revoici
Cherchant ton visage
Et je realise
Que je devrais en chercher une autre
C'etait toi
You were the one
Je recherche l'affection
Qu'une autre pourrait me donner
Mais apres tout
Je sais qu'il n'y a personne
Personne qui puisse me sauver
Tu etais la seule
I'm looking for comfort
That I can take
From someone else
But after al
I know there is no one
That can save me, save me from myself
You were the only one
Woensdag 25 december 1974
Freight Train Blues (Bob Dylan)
Freight Train Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi Fred McDowell
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry
The holler of the driver was my lullaby
I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Baby don't you know
It looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues
Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear
She was the only daughter of the engineer
My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that ain't no joke
Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke
I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Oh mama don't you know
Well it looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues
Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
Every place I want to go
I never can go because you know
Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
Dinsdag 24 december 1974
The Hunting Song (The Pentangle)
The Hunting Song
Performer(s): The Pentangle
As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain
I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
Head of a hunting party
And there followed after ten kings and queens
Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
Bloodied running into the bushes
I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
The hunt is cast and ready
Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady
And this she did say
"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me
"I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"
"The gift that you bear for your brother the king
I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court"
Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
And food did I have and plenty
But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
For these words they did say unto each other
"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
Take care lest misadventure
Shall overcome thy kindly heart
My good lord, all off to war in thy armor"
"My lady, you have no need for to worry
I'll return victorious and true unto thee
Take care, lest misadventure
Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
My fair lady you have no need for to worry"
... la la la...
While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
His unrequited love
"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
For I swear to have revenge"
A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
As ever he would claim
But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
The sorrowed quest is over
Dinsdag 24 december 1974
C'était Pas Moi
C'était Pas Moi
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Francis Laï
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Dans sa prison, il a pleuré
S'est révolté, s'est résigné
Et d'une voix désespérée
Il ne cessait de répéter
"C'était pas moi qui, ce jour-là, passait par là
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi qui avais fait ça, cette histoire-là
Ce n'est pas moi!
Mais je n'ai pas su m'expliquer
Cet homme trouvé dans le fossé
J'ai beau crier mon innocence
Dans ma prison
J'ai beau crier dans le silence
Non, non, et non!
Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...
Oui, je l'aimais
Cette femme pour qui
On a trouvé
Cet homme tué...
Oui, je l'aimais
J'en étais fou
Et très jaloux
Mais c'est pas vrai!...
Coïncidence?
Manque de chance?
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi!
J'ai beau crier dans le silence
De ma prison
J'ais beau crier mon innocence
Non, non, et non!
Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...
Et face au ciel
Mon seul témoin
Tendant les mains
Je veux crier
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!"
Dinsdag 24 december 1974
Freight Train
Freight Train
Composer(s): Libba Cotten
Performer(s): Chas McDevitt;
and various other artists
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone.
Freight train, freight train, going round the bend
Freight train, freight train, gone again
One of these days turn that train around
Go back to my home town
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone
One more place I'd like to be
One more place I'd love to see
To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb
While I ride old Number Nine
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone
When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she goes rolling by
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times here I'll crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone
Maandag 23 december 1974
The Hunters Of Kentucky
The Hunters Of Kentucky
Composer(s): Samuel Woodworth
Performer(s): Noah M. Ludlow
Ye gentlemen and ladies fair
Who grace this famous city
Just listen if you've time to spare
While I rehearse a ditty
And for the opportunity
Conceive yourself quite lucky
For 'tis not often here you see
A hunter from Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans
Is famed for wealth and beauty
There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems
From snowy white to sooty
So Pakenham he made his brags
If he in fight was lucky
He'd have their girls and cotton bags
In spite of old Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
But Jackson, he was wide awake
And was not scared of trifles
For well he knew what aim we take
With our Kentucky rifles
He led us down to Cypress Swamp
The ground was low and mucky
There stood John Bull in pomp
And here was old Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
A bank was rais'd to hide our breast
Not that we thought of dying
But the we always like to rest
Unless the game is flying
Behind it stood our little force
None wished it to be greater
For ev'ry man was half a horse
And half an alligator
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight
Where lead was all the booty
And so they wisely took to flight
And left us all our beauty
And now, if danger e'er annoys
Remember what our trade is
Just send for us Kentucky boys
And we'll protect ye, ladies
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky
The hunters of Kentucky
Maandag 23 december 1974
C'était Pas La Peine
C'était Pas La Peine
Composer(s): Michel Jourdan - Noam Kaniel
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de m'envoyer jour après jour
des roses avec des mots d'amour
C"était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me faire cette mise en scène
et de me dire: "je t'aime.. Je t'aime"
Fallait pas tu sais te croire obligé
de me jurer, des larmes aux yeux
que ta lumière c'était nous deux
Je serais tombée de moins haut, tu sais
aujourd'hui nous serions quittes
en nous souhaitant "bonne chance" pour la suite...
Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
Tu disais qu'toi et moi ça n'en finirait pas
tu me serrais fort dans tes bras
et tu n'as plus rien à me dire déjà
C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me donner tant d'illusion
et même la clé de ta maison
Tout ça n'a servi qu'à briser ma vie
de nous deux, chez toi ne reste
que nos prénoms sur une boîte aux lettres
Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
à ta mise en scène
mes étoiles s'éteignent
c'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me dire je t'aime, c'était pas la peine
Maandag 23 december 1974
Freeze Frame
Freeze Frame
Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band;
and various other artists
I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday
Slow-motion weekdays stare me down
Her lipstick reflex got me wound
There were no defects to be found
Snapshot image froze without a sound
Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor
Her face still focused in my mind
Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find
Friday night we'll dance the spotlight grind
Stop-time heart for me if she's not mine
Chorus:
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Now Freeze!
Now I'm lookin at a flashback Sunday
Zoom lens feelings just won't disappear
Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear
Her hot-spot love for me is strong
This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong
Chorus
Zondag 22 december 1974
The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
First release by: The Marvelettes - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Everyday things change
And the world puts on a new face
Certain things re-arrange
And this old world seems like a new place
Secretly I've been trailing you
Like the fox that preys on the rabbit
I had to get you and so I knew
I had to learn your ways and habits
Ooh, you were the catch that I was after
But I looked up and I was in your arms
And I, I had been captured
What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game
I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping that you might fall into it
Your love hit me like a sudden snap
One kiss and then I knew it
Ooh, my plan didnt work out
Like I thought
'Cause I'd laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught
What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game
Zondag 22 december 1974
C'était Mon Copain
C'était Mon Copain
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.
J'avais un seul ami
Et on me l'a tué
Il était plus que lui
Il était un peu moi
Je crois qu'en le tuant
On m'a aussi tué
Et je pleure la nuit
Mais on ne le sait pas
C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
Pauvre vieux copain
De mon humble pays
Je revois son visage
Au regard généreux
Nous avions le même âge
Et nous étions heureux
Ami, mon pauvre ami
Reverrai-je jamais
Ton sourire gentil
Parmi l'immensité?
C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
J'écoute la ballade
De la Mort, de la Vie
Le vent de la frontière
Veut consoler mes pleurs
Mais l'eau de la rivière
A d'étranges couleurs
Cependant dans les bois
Un mystérieux concert
M'a dit qu'il faut garder
L'espoir à tout jamais
Car ceux qui ont bâti
Ensemble un univers
Se retrouveront tous
Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité
O mon vieux camarade
Mon copain, mon ami
Parmi les terres froides
Je te parle la nuit
Et ton pesant silence
Est un mal si cruel
Que j'entends ta présence
Parfois au fond du ciel
Zondag 22 december 1974
Freewill
Freewill
Composer(s): Geddy Lee;
Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart
Performer(s): Rush;
and various other artists
There are those who think
that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned
Or the gods are malign"
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can't pray for a place
In Heaven's unearthly estate
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
The Hunter
The Hunter
Composer(s): Donald "Duck" Dunn - Al Jackson Jr. - Carl Wells - Booker T. Jones - Steve Cropper
First release by: Albert King - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
I bought me a love gun, just the other day
And I aim to aim it your way
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
The first time I saw you, standing on the street
I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet"
I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses
And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses
Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
I'm the big bad hunter baby
How can I miss when I've got dead aim
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
C'était Mon Ami
C'était Mon Ami
((Adapted from: Baby, Come To Me (Patti Austin & James Ingram) - 1981))
Composer(s): Rodney L. Temperton - Didier Barbelivien
Performer(s): Dalida - 1984
Il disait souvent je marche seul contre le vent
Je suis un enfant
Il disait je joue mais la victoire n'est rien du tout
Pour un roi fou
Il était de sang Romain de cœur Tzigane
C'était un homme qui faisait rêver les femmes
C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Il aimait le bruit, les chevaux libre et l'infini
Il était vivant
Il aimait choisir, il rêvait un jour de partir sur l'océan
Il était comme ses vitraux des cathédrales
C'était un homme qui brillait sans faire de mal
C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Quand je pense à lui
Je me souviens des matins aux couleurs du soleil
Quand je pense à lui
J'ai l'impression d'entendre sa voix qui m'appelle
C'était mon ami
Il ne parlait pas d'amour mais je l'aimais ainsi
En tendresse et en velours, oui c'était mon ami
Il pouvait jouer du tambour dans les rues de Paris
Et m'appeler au secours oui c'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
Freeway To Her Dreams
Freeway To Her Dreams
Composer(s): Gordon Haskell
Performer(s): Gordon Haskell
Her secret's in her shoulder bag
They’re sewn into the seams
Is a journey that she has to take
On the freeway to her dreams
She asks herself how come my life’s forever in a spin
And she hides a tiny photograph in an old tobacco tin
She keeps her make-up in a box with its lid of tortoise shell
I caught a glimpse inside it once of a jewel beneath the veil
I loved her then I love her still though it’s not what she believes
One day I hope she’ll see me there on the freeway to her dreams
Her secret's in her shoulder bag
They’re sewn into the seams
And the journey takes her on and on
On the freeway to her dreams
And one day I hope she’ll see me there
On the freeway to her dreams
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
The Hungry Years
The Hungry Years
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Girl we made it to the top
we went so high we couldn't stop
we climbed the ladder leading us nowhere
Two of us together building castles in the air
We spun so fast we couldn't tell
the gold ring from the carousel
How could we know the right would turn-out bad
Everything we wanted, was everything we had
I miss the Hungry Years
the once upon a time
the lovely long ago
we didn't a dime
those days of me and you
we lost along the way
how could I be so blind
not to see the door
closing on the World
I now hunger for
Looking through my tears
I miss the Hungry years
We shared our day dreams one by one
Making plans was so much fun
We set our goals and reached the highest star
Things that we were after were much better from afar
Here we stand just me and you
with everything and nothing too
It wasn't worth the price we had to pay
Honey take me home Let's go back to yesterday
I miss the Hungry Years
the once upon a time the lovely long ago
we didn't have a dime
those days of me and you
we lost along the way
how could I be so blind
not to see the door
closing on the World I now hunger for
Looking through my tears
I miss the Hungry years
I miss the Hungry Years…
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
C'était Moi
C'était Moi
((English Version: It Was Me (Tony Bennett) - 1963))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Celui qu'on appelait le voyou de la plage
Qui vivait tout l'été jambes nues, cheveux fous
Qui ne pavait jamais les gaufres ni les glaces
Qui te jetait de l'eau, des algues et des cailloux
C'était moi!
Mais qui savait le nom des quatre mille étoiles
Et te prenait la main pour mieux te les compter
Qui faisait d'un orage une carte postale
En dessinant ton cœur sur le sable mouillé
C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui se disait professeur de tendresse
Qui se moquait de toi quand tu ne voulais pas
Celui qui se vantait d'avoir eu des princesses
Et de se fiancer, mais de n'épouser pas
Mais qui riait trop fort en ouvrant ton corsage
Ou qui ne riait plus en touchant tes genoux
Qui s'endormait tout doux sur ton épaule sage
Qui t'appelait "pas belle" et qui t'aimait beaucoup
C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui plaisantait, un matin de septembre
En piquant une rose à ton manteau de pluie
Qui te disait "Salut, on allait bien ensemble"
Et n'en a plus dormi ni le jour ni la nuit
Celui qui ne sait plus ni ton nom ni ton âge
Qui ne sait rien de toi, mais que tu es jolie
Oublie-le ce garçon qui crânait sur la plage
Et croyait tout savoir et n'avait rien compris
C'était moi, c'était moi!
J'avais quinze ans
C'était moi!
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
Freeway Of Love
Freeway Of Love
Composer(s): Jeffrey Cohen; Narada Michael Walden
Performer(s): Aretha Franklin;
and various other artists
Knew you'd be a vision in white
How'd you get those pants so tight?
Don't know what you're doin'
But you must be livin' right
We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump right in...Ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine
City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink cadillac
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?
Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can't quit 'til we get
To the other side
With the radio playin' our song
We keep rollin' on
Who knows how far a car can get
Before you think about slowin' on down
City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go
Donderdag 19 december 1974
The Hunger
