Vrijdag 2 mei 1975
Future Times
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Donderdag 1 mei 1975
The Little Man Who Wasn't There
The Little Man Who Wasn't There
Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Bernie Hanighen
Performer(s): Glenn Miller & Tex Beneke
and multiple other artists
Glenn Miller:
Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?
Tex Beneke:
I know there's something following me that I can't see
Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!
Glenn Miller:
A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetched
Man, I'd say you're just a little bit tetched!
Tex Beneke:
You'd got a load of what I saw last night
You'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all
Go away, go away
Don't you come back any more
Go away, go away
And please don't slam the door... (Slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
Donderdag 1 mei 1975
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown"
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Un petit garçon comme Charlie
À qui jamais rien ne réussit
Ça s'casse la figure
À tous les coins d'la ville
Dieu que la vie est dure
Pour Charlie
Mais ce petit garçon
Qu'est Charlie
Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis
Et qui les prend pourtant
Avec philosophie
C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui
Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie
Semblable à Charlie Brown
Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant
Afin d'mieux voir le firmament
Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie
Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie
Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure
Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown
Donderdag 1 mei 1975
Futura
Futura
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Chissà chissà domani
su che cosa metteremo le mani
se si potrà contare ancora le onde del mare
e alzare la testa
non esser così seria, rimani
i russi, i russi gli americani
no lacrime non fermarti fino a domani
sarà stato forse un tuono
non mi meraviglio
è una notte di fuoco
dove sono le tue mani
nascerà e non avrà paura nostro figlio
e chissà come sarà lui domani
su quali strade camminerà
cosa avrà nelle sue mani.. le sue mani
si muoverà e potrà volare
nuoterà su una stella
come sei bella
e se è una femmina si chiamerà futura
Il suo nome detto questa notte
mette già paura
sarà diversa bella come una stella
sarai tu in miniatura
ma non fermarti voglio ancora baciarti
chiudi i tuoi occhi non voltarti indietro
qui tutto il mondo sembra fatto di vetro
e sta cadendo a pezzi come un vecchio presepio.
Di più, muoviti più fretta di più, benedetta
più su, nel silenzio tra le nuvole, più su
che si arriva alla luna, si la luna
ma non è bella come te questa luna
è una sottana americana
Allora su mettendoci di fianco, più su
guida tu che sono stanco, più su
in mezzo ai razzi e a un batticuore, più su
son sicuro che c'e' il sole
ma che sole è un cappello di ghiaccio
questo sole è una catena di ferro
senza amore, amore, amore, amore
Lento lento adesso batte più lento
ciao, come stai
il tuo cuore lo sento
i tuoi occhi così belli non li ho visti mai
ma adesso non voltarti
voglio ancora guardarti
non girare la testa
dove sono le tue mani
aspettiamo che ritorni la luce
di sentire una voce
aspettiamo senza avere paura, domani
Woensdag 30 april 1975
The Little House Upon The Hill
The Little House Upon The Hill
Composer(s): Ballard MacDonald - Joe Goodwin - Harry Puck
I feel oh! so lonely tonight
I feel all alone
I'm just starving for a sight
Of my old Kentucky home
I can see my mother old and gray
I can hear the whippoor will
I can see a light for me
In the window of the house upon the hill
I've seen many wonderful sights
Wand'ring on my way
But I've spent such lonesome nights
And been weary thru the day
I'm just longing for a mother's love
And I know she longs for me
Can't erase her loving face
It's the sight of all sights I want to see
There's a light that's burning in the window
Of a little house upon the hill
And the light will burn
And a heart will yearn
And it always will till I return
For there's only one mother
I know she's waiting still
And she'll always keep the light a burning
in the window of the house upon the hill
Woensdag 30 april 1975
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown
((French Version: C'est Charlie Brown (Eddy Mitchell) - 1977))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters
Covered by multiple other artists - 1959
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
That's him on his knees, I know that's him
From 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who's always writing on the wall?
Who's always goofin' in the hall?
Who's always throwin' spit balls?
Guess who! (Who, me?) Yeah, you!
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Woensdag 30 april 1975
Futari De Osake Wo
Futari De Osake Wo
Composer(s): M. Yamaji; M. Hirao
Performer(s): Michiyo Azusa; Teresa Teng
Uramikko nashi de wakare masyou ne
Sarari to mizu ni subete nagashite
Shinpai shinai de hitorikkiri wa
Kodomo no koro kara narete iru no yo
Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne
Itawari atte wakare masyou ne
Kou natta nomo otagai no sei
Anata to watashi wa nitamono doushi
Ketten bakari ga medatsu futari yo
Dochira ka kyu ni sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne
Dounika narudesyo koko no machi no
Dokoka de watashi wa ikite iku no yo
Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne
Dinsdag 29 april 1975
That Little German Band
That Little German Band
Composer(s): Fred Fisher - Joe Goodwin - Joseph McCarthy
Performer(s): Al Jolson; Groucho Marx
Beneath my window every morn
I can hear a great big horn
Oom pah-pah, oom pah-pah
In the backyard playing they are
I give them money when they play
I give them more to go away
They all stand in a ring
They play the same old thing
And when the leader pulls a string
They drop their horns and sing
La, La, La, La, La
Such a pretty melody
La, La, La, La, La
Like the birdies in the tree
La, La, La, La, La
Everybody sing with me
Oh that music is so grand
From the little German Band
Toot Toot Toot, Toot Toot Toot
The bass horn fella is the best
Now he can almost drown the rest
They don't play something new
They blow until they're blue
And when you think there through
They'll sing a line or two
La, La, La, La, La
Such a pretty melody
La, La, La, La, La
Like the birdies in the tree
La, La, La, La, La
Everybody sing with us
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La, La
Dinsdag 29 april 1975
Charlie & Fred
Charlie & Fred
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
Performer(s): The Hollies
He rides on his horse and cart, Charlie does
working from six until nine
Collecting old rags and used bicycles
old iron of description of any kind
Here comes Charlie, Charlie the Ragman
Throw out your old clothes for Charlie and Fred
Earning a living off things we've discarded
Earning enough for the board and the bed
You hear him shout "Rags and old iron"
Everyone knows him that way
Once a week, they come 'round calling
How long it's been, I can't say
They live all alone in a hovel
He puts his money away
Taking enough to just live on
and at the end of the day
he's saving enough
to put Fred out to graze
They live all alone in a hovel
He puts his money away
Taking enough to just live on
and at the end of the day
he's saving enough
to put Fred out to graze
Has anyone seen Charlie lately?
Charlie just ain't been around
Everyone's seen Fred is grazing
chewing the grass from the ground
Children say Charlie is happy
giving balloons to the angels instead
Where is Charlie, Charlie the Ragman?
Don't throw your clothes out
Dinsdag 29 april 1975
Furthermore
Furthermore
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, go away and leave me all alone and blue
And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you
'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see
That you no longer want to bother me
I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating
And the way that you have been mistreating me
And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And on top of that
I don't love you anyway
Well, you told me that you'd always love me, treat me fair
But lately, baby, seems like you don't even care about me anymore
You closed the door on me
And left me blue as I can be
And I'm not gonna take it anymore
And be your fool again, like I was before
'Cause baby this is it, I quit
You can just forget that we ever met
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And in addition to that
I don't love you anyway
No, baby (baby)
I don't love you anyway (love you anyway)
At least (at least)
At least that's what I say
While (all the while)
All the while, all the while I'm trying to hide (trying to hide)
Tears, tears, tears
That I feel deep inside
So, go away and leave me all alone and blue
And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you
'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see
That you no longer want to bother me
I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating
And the way that you have been mistreating me
And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And on top of that
I don't love you anyway
Maandag 28 april 1975
The Little Boy And The Old Man
The Little Boy And The Old Man
Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin
Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jimmy Boyd
Old Man, Old Man is the world really round
Tell me where in the world can a bluebird be found
Tell me why is the sky up above so blue
And when you were a boy did you cry like I do
What becomes of the sun when it falls in the sea
And who lights it again so that we can see
Tell me why can't I fly without wings when I try
I just can't understand why you're crying old man
Little boy, little boy yes its true the world is round
But I never did find where a bluebird is found
And the sky is so blue just because of love
May your sky always be like the blue sky above
And the sun only seems to fall into the sea
If the sun always shone how could moonlight be
Little boy you can't fly, you might fall... and I...
Well good bye little boy, goodbye
Maandag 28 april 1975
Charlie
Charlie
Composer(s): Trevor Rabin - Patrick Van Blerk
Performer(s): Rabbitt
Loving you is easy
Such a beautiful thing to do
And though at times you hurt me
I buzz each night on you
Oh! What times we've had together
What crazy things we've done
Enough to fill my memory
And keep me loving Charlie
Charlie
As dogs go you're groovy
Not as predictable as some
But you're not as paranoid as Lady Marmalade
And really much more fun
Hell! At times I get so mad
When you buzz on someone new
It's not that you don't love me
It's not that I'm too selfish to consider sharing Charlie
Charlie
You've filled my head with new ideas
And filled my heart with sun
So I'd like to take this time right now
To thank you for what you've done
You and Lady Marmalade
Are everything I need
The two of you and the music
Deep inside of me
And watching you sleep
Side by side
Makes me breathe
Gratefully
I love you Charlie
Charlie
Maandag 28 april 1975
Further On (Up The Road)
Further On (Up The Road)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Johnny Cash
Where the road is dark
And the seed is sewn
Where the gun is cocked
And the bullet's cold
Where the miles are marked in blood and gold
I'll meet you further on up the road
Got on my dead man's suit
And my smilin' skull ring
My lucky graveyard boots
And a song to sing
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark
And the night is cold
But one sunny morning we'll rise, I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
Well I been out in the desert
Was doin' my time
Searching through the dust
Looking for a sign
If there's a light up ahead
Well, buddy, I don't know
But I got this fever
Burning in my soul
So let's take the good times as they come
And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark
And the night is cold
One sunny morning we'll rise, I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
One sunny morning we'll rise, I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
Yeah I'll meet you further on up the road
Well I'll meet you further on up the road
Zondag 27 april 1975
The Little Birds
The Little Birds
Composer(s): Henry Mancini - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Henry Mancini & His Orch.
"Hi dee, hi dee ho"
(French)
"Whee, whee"
Trills the tiny chickadee
It's my turn now
"Who, who, who are you?"
Hoots the wise old owl, too
"Me, me"
Sings the sparrow in the tree
I'll teach you how
China or Peru, the thing to do
Is have a picnic every spring
Where you can listen to the birds
Who need no words
To teach you how to sing
Low, high, high and low
(French)
One, two, all together here we go
It's our turn now
"Brr, brr, than you sir"
Goes the scarlet tanager
"Tweet, tweet"
Chirps the cheery parakeet
It's my turn now
"Hear, hear, lend an ear"
Sing the linnets loud and clear
"Hark, hark"
Look who's singing like a lark
And he knows how
This is how we pass
Our music class
We learn a little more each day
(French)
A language, too
That's how we speak Anglais
"Whoo-whoo-broodle-oo"
Goes the emerald cockatoo
"Bob white"
Sounds the partridge in the night
It's our turn now
"Hi ho, hi ho hee"
Goes the tirmouse...
"Mush, mush"
Sings the dignified old thrush
So take your bow
If we practice well
Why who can tell
The opera house we'll occupy
And if we harmonize just so
Next thing you know
We might learn how to fly
And so off we go
(French)
Small birds
Hum the music and the words
It's our turn now
La la la la la la...
Zondag 27 april 1975
Charley, My Boy
Charley, My Boy
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Eddie Cantor
and multiple other artists
Charley is an ordinary fellow
To most everyone but FLo, his Flo
She's convinced that Charley
Is a very extraordinary beau, some beau
And everything in the dim light
She has a way of putting him right
Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages and ages of love and romance
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too
But boy he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh Charley, my boy
Charley, my boy, oh Charley, my boy
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages and ages of love and romance
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too
But boy he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh Charley, my boy
And when we dance, I read in your glance
Just oodles and noodles of love and romance
I have a millionarie proposing to me
I think I'll marry him, though he's eighty-three
Think what wealthy widow I'll be
Oh Charley, my boy
Zondag 27 april 1975
Furry Sings The Blues
Furry Sings The Blues
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell;
The Band; Ian Shaw; Holly Shelton
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Handy's cast in bronze
And he's standing in a little park
With a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the blues
Propped up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg removed
And Ginny's there
For her kindness and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the grey decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry sings the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played
I could really feel
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the street
She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent - staring ar her stolen name
Diamond boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls
To parking lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the blues
He points a bony finger at you and
"I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's true
We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you played
But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown society
Come right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night
They're in their finery
Dancing it up and making deals
Furry sings the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard luck
And time and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
Old Furry sings the blues
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
The Lion's Share
The Lion's Share
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer...
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Starbright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night -- alone
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again...
Nonesuch
Your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart
And left you
So much
Playing the prince of clowns
Hell-bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred grounds...
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Alain Goraguer et son Orch.
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons
Artistes, nous on ne l'est pas pour deux ronds
Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins
Y a pas de charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes
Faut se lever de bonne heure
Dire qu'il y a des types
Qui sur c't'engin d'malheur
Arrivent à faire croire à tous les ballots
Que la vie c'est comme au piano
D'l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma
À les écouter, de vrai, y aurait que ça
Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs
Qu'en ont des tonnes sur le cœur
Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc
Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue
Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard
Pour y glisser ses pourboires
Pour tous les faire taire
Y a vraiment qu'une façon
Les envoyer faire
Un p'tit tour au charbon
Sur le piano massacre d'la réalité
Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Au fond, à quoi qu'ça sert de discuter
Comme l'a dit l'autre "à chacun son métier"
Tirer sur l'pianiste c'est pas not' boulot
Nous on tire sur le piano
Nous on tire sur le piano
Zaterdag 26 april 1975
Funny Little Man
Funny Little Man
Composer(s): James Seals; Dash Crofts
Performer(s): Seals & Crofts
See the funny little man
huffing and puffing and digging the sand
In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill
Little does he know that he's working in vain
When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold
See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands
Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day long
See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land
When will he grow up, can time wait until
The funny little man can see beyond the hill
Vrijdag 25 april 1975
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