Zaterdag 9 augustus 1975
Ready For The 80's
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Ready For The 80's
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Vrijdag 8 augustus 1975
The Man In The Moon Is A Lady
The Man In The Moon Is A Lady
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Bea Arthur
Mame:
Oh, Vera, I can't wait to hear that Overture
Tell me about the show!
Vera:
Well, well, it's this terribly modern operetta about a lady astronomer
who make a universe shaking discovery
Oooooh Aaaaaaaaah...
Vera:
I have a little secret I'd like to impart
That I hope doesn't give you too much of a start
Tho' it's shocking, it's completely true
I know it isn't gossip, or rumor, of course
For I've had it from quite a reliable source
And I'd like to pass it on to you
The man in the moon is a lady
A lady in lipstick and curls
The cow that jumped ovah cried
"Jumpin' Jehovah
I think it's just one of the girls"
She winks at the stars from her bed of green cheese
That isn't a night-gown
It's a Saturn chemise
Oh, her friends are the stars and the planets
She sends the Big Dipper a kiss
So don't ever offend her
Remember her gender
The man in the moon is a miss
Vrijdag 8 augustus 1975
Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken (Lay A Little Egg For Me)
Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken (Lay A Little Egg For Me)
Composer(s): Fred Holt - Thomas McGhee - Irving King
Performer(s): Ted Weems
and multiple other artists
Now good old farmer Haystack is the cleverest of men
He cuts a rasher off a pig, and then shouts to a hen
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter/breakfast, and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Now Rip Van Winkle woke up after twenty years or more
He found a bird's nest in his beard and shouted out, "Oh, Lor'!"
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter (breakfast), and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Vrijdag 8 augustus 1975
Reach Out Of The Darkness
Reach Out Of The Darkness
Composer(s): Jim Post
Performer(s): Friend & Lover;
Dai Bass; Strawberry Zots
I think it's so groovy now
That people are finally getting together
I thinks it's so wonderful and how
That people are finally getting together
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness
And you may find a friend
I knew a man that I did not care for
And then one day this man gave me a call
We sat and talked about things on our mind
And now this man he is a friend of mine
Don't be afraid of love
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid to love
Everybody needs a little love
Everybody needs somebody
That they can be thinking of
Donderdag 7 augustus 1975
The Man In The Little White Suit
The Man In The Little White Suit
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier
Performer(s): Charlie Walker
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Makin' faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit
Everybody told me you would drive me crazy
And they said you'd have me barkin' like a hound
But a fool in love ain't got the sense to listen
Now my barkin' is the gossip of the town
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Making faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit
Just a crazy fool would believe the things you told me
I hate to say the fool is you know who
I'd sooner be the victim of a hangin'
Then be the fool I am because of you
Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Making faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit
Yeah, I'm sittin' here waitin' for the man in the little white suit
Donderdag 7 augustus 1975
Chicago Blues
Chicago Blues
Composer(s): James P. Johnson
Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson
and multiple other artists
Chicago's alright to visit, but please don't hang around
You'll find the smooth chicks and high slicks and boy, all those mellow fellows
But when your bankroll is gone, you're just another chump, that's dropped in town!
My first night in Chicago, my friends really treated me fine
Then overnight, they all changed like daylight saving time
And ev'rything I wanted, I had to lay my money down on the line
I said, "Baby, you're so lovely, your eyes shine like the stars above
you wear number three shoes, yes, and wear number five gloves"
She said, "It's money I need, baby, I don't need love!"
I said, "I could make you love me darlin', baby, I just bet I could
you can learn to love me baby, I know you could"
She says, "Lay your money down, babe, and make your bettin' good!"
I said, "Let's go to New York, baby I'll buy you anything you lack
I will give you plenty money, gonna buy you a nineteen forty-two Cadillac!"
She says, "I'm sorry, this fine round body will be here when you get back!"
Donderdag 7 augustus 1975
Reach Out For Me
Reach Out For Me
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David
Performer(s): Dionne Warwick;
and various other artists
When you go through a day
And the things that people say
They make you feel so small
They make you feel that
Your heart will just never stop aching
And when you just can't accept the abuse you are taking
Darlin' reach out for me
Don't you worry I'll see you through
You just have to reach out for me
I'll be there and I'll confort you
Oh yes I will
Comfort you and love you
How I'm gonna love you
When good friends prove untrue
And the things they do to you
They make you feel so bad
They make you feel that
You haven't a reason for living
So when you feel you
Could throw in the towel and just given in
Darlin' reach out for me
Woensdag 6 augustus 1975
The Man In A Raincoat
The Man In A Raincoat
Performer(s): Marion Marlowe
Late in the evening, out on the square
A man in a raincoat, standing there
We met by the lamp where the newsboy cried
He stole my heart with his laughing eyes
Mmmmm
He took me dancing, dancing 'til dawn
No happier couple had ever been born
I felt lke a queen and he was my king
He borrowed some money to buy me a ring
Mmmmm
But I'm still alone. Now the cards are all down
He's taken my money and skipped out of town
Now when I pass the place where we met
I'm wondering if I could forgive and forget
Mmmmm
Woensdag 6 augustus 1975
Chicago (Robert Fripp)
Chicago
Composer(s): Robert Fripp - Shauna Hall - Joanna Walton
Performer(s): Robert Fripp
I smile like Chicago
She laughs like the breeze
I try so hard to charm her
With minor mysteries
I collide with her softness
With whispers and pleas
Echoes of the movements
Delicate obscenties
It's a one quarter rain dance
Half of it's prayer
It's a simplest romance
Rattles high in the air
She's the gentlest pretender
I'm a clown on a spree
Still it's sweet to remember
The way it might be
I smile like Chicago
Woensdag 6 augustus 1975
Reach Out And Touch (Somebody's Hand)
Reach Out And Touch (Somebody's Hand)
Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford; Valerie Simpson
Performer(s): Diana Ross;
and various other artists
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(Just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone who's lost the way
(Just try)
Or would I be talking to a stone
If I asked you
To share a problem that's not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(Just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And he's down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(Just try)
Try a little kindness you'll see
It's something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Why don't you (Why don't you)
Reach out and touch somebody's hand
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Dinsdag 5 augustus 1975
The Man I Used To Be
The Man I Used To Be
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Hammerstein
Performer(s): Samuel Ramey
The man I used to be, a happy man was he
And aimless as a leaf in a gale
Whatever has become of that light-hearted bum
Who thought he had the world by the tail
The man I used to be, his life was gay and free
And aimless as a cloud in the sky
He thought he knew the game, then along came a dame
Who turned him into some other guy
I’ve got ambition now, I’ve got a mission now
I aim to reach the top of the tree
That other fly-by-night who looked so high by night
Has vanished like a sail on the sea
And I’ll never find that easy-living,
Easy-taking, easy-giving fellow that I used to call me
You can never find the man you used to be
You’ve changed bub, you’ve changed a lot
And the gang you used to go with all concur
You’ve changed bub, you’re not yourself
If this is yourself, you’re not the man you were
The man I used to be would go to sleep at three
Or four a.m. or seven or nine
And when his weary head wasn’t near any bed
A table or chair would be fine
A man without a goal, a sort of friendly soul
He liked to play the role of a host
To any thirsty pal or a casual gal
Who’d stay to cook his coffee and toast
He was a ne’er-do-well who wouldn’t dare do well
He never saw the top of a tree
But kinda sad I was to be the cad I was
Dissolving like a sail on the sea
And I’ll never find that fatalistic,
Free-and-easy egotistic optimist who used to be me
You can never find the man you used to be
Dinsdag 5 augustus 1975
Chicago (Graham Nash)
Chicago
Composer(s): Graham Nash
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
Well your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair
Won't you please come to Chicago
Just to sing
In a land that's known as freedom
How can such a thing be fair
Won't you please come to Chicago
Show your face
We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying - to get better
Politicians sit yourself down
There's nothing for you here
Won't you please come to Chicago
For a ride
Don't ask Jack to help you
Cause he'll turn the other ear
Won't you please come to Chicago
For the help that we can bring
We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying - if you believe in justice
It's dying - if you believe in freedom
It's dying - let a man rule his own life
It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw 'em out the door
Somehow people must be free
I hope the day comes soon
Won't you please come to Chicago
Show your face
From the bottom of the ocean
To the mountains of the moon
Won't you please come to Chicago
No one else can take your place
We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying - if you believe in justice
It's dying - if you believe in freedom
It's dying - let a man rule his own life
It's dying - rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw 'em out the door
Dinsdag 5 augustus 1975
Reach Out (I'll Be There)
Reach Out (I'll Be There)
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier;
Brian Holland; Eddie Holland
Performer(s): The Four Tops
Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on)
Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone)
And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion)
Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion)
And your world around is crumbling down, darling
reach out come on girl reach on out for me
reach out reach out for me
I'll be there with a love that will shelter you
I'll be there with a love that will see you through
When you feel lost and about to give up (to give up)
Cause your life just ain't good enough (just ain't good enough)
And you feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold)
And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own)
And you need a hand to hold, darling
reach out come on girl reach out for me
reach out reach out for me
I'll be there to love and comfort you
And I'll be there to cherish and care for you
I'll be there to always see you through
I'll be there to love and comfort you
I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head)
You're not in love now, now your afraid (you're afraid)
And through the tears you look around (look around)
But there's no piece of mind to be found (no piece of mind to be found)
I know what you're thinking,
You're alone now, no love of your own, but darling
reach out come on girl reach out for me
reach out reach out.......... just look over your shoulder
I'll be there to give you all the love you need
And I'll be there you can always depend on me
I'll be there to always see you through
I'll be there to love and comfort you
Maandag 4 augustus 1975
The Man I Love
The Man I Love
((Dutch Version: Man Van Mijn Hart (Greetje Kauffeld) - 1997))
Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin
First performance by: Fred & Adele Astaire - 1924
Covered by multiple other artists
When the mellow moon begins to beam
Every night I dream a little dream
And of course Prince Charming is the theme
The he, for me
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true
To me it's clear
That he'll appear
Some day he'll come along, the man I love
And he'll be big and strong, the man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
And in a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home just meant for two
From which I'll never roam, who would? would you?
And so, all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love
Maandag 4 augustus 1975
Chicago (That Toddling Town)
Chicago (That Toddling Town)
Composer(s): Fred Fisher
First release by: The Bar Harbor Society Orchestra - 1922
Covered by multiple other artists
I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
I had to stop and stare
I saw a man dancing with his own wife
And you'll never guess where...
Chicago, Chicago -- that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago -- I'll show you around -- I love it
Betcha bottom dollar you'll lose your blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just want to stay, I just want to stay
They do things they don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man who danced with his wife
In Chicago ... Chicago ... Chicago, Chicago
Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Chicago ... Chicago
Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with
Along the lake, to the drake
Hollar and hoot, all through the loop
Shout out now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow
No she-she, life is peachy
Chicago ... we'll meet at the Pump Room Ambassador East
To say the least
On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free
Don't tell me sin is rampid and right
Think of that man who danced with his wife
In Chicago ... Chicago ...
I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town!
Maandag 4 augustus 1975
Reach For Tomorrow
Reach For Tomorrow
Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh; Ned Washington
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists
Reach for tomorrow
today belongs to the past
the golden hopes of you yesterdays
can all be yours at last
Reach for tomorrow
and keep your head in the sky
you may get hurt
in a thousand ways
but give it one more try
Have no regret about
forget about
the chances you missed
in days to come
I know there's something
better than this
Reach for tomorrow
and keep your dreams ever new
no matter how many times it seems
that dreams are not for you
Reach for tomorrow
And make them all come...true
Zondag 3 augustus 1975
Man From Snowy River
Man From Snowy River
Composer(s): A.B. Paterson
Performer(s): Slim Dusty
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away
And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup
The old man with his hair as white as snow
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up
He would go wherever horse and man could go
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand
No better horseman ever held the reins
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast
He was something like a racehorse undersized
With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized
He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die
There was courage in his quick impatient tread
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay
And the old man said, `That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away
Those hills are far too rough for such as you'
So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend
`I think we ought to let him come,' he said
`I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end
For both his horse and he are mountain bred
`He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride
The man that holds his own is good enough
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home
Where the river runs those giant hills between
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen'
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump
They raced away towards the mountain's brow
And the old man gave his orders, `Boys, go at them from the jump
No use to try for fancy riding now
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight
If once they gain the shelter of those hills'
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash
And off into the mountain scrub they flew
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide
And the old man muttered fiercely, `We may bid the mob good day
NO man can hold them down the other side'
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull
It well might make the boldest hold their breath
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed
While the others stood and watched in very fear
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
At the bottom of that terrible descent
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
With the man from Snowy River at their heels
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam
He followed like a bloodhound on their track
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home
And alone and unassisted brought them back
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot
For never yet was mountain horse a cur
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride
Zondag 3 augustus 1975
Chi
Chi
((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1963/1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Quien (Charles Aznavour)
1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)
Chi ti aprira' le labbra
E nel possederti ti sorprendera'
Perche' ti rinnovi
E con lui tu trovi
Orizzonti nuovi di felicita'?
Chi rubera' il mio posto
Pur nel piu' nascosto
Sogno che tu fai
Quando, dominata
Nuovamente amata
Con una risata
Mi distruggerai?
Chi tendera' la mano
In cui mi annullero'?
Chi ti stara' vicino
Quando non ci saro'?
Chi della tua dolcezza
Con una carezza approfittera'
E con un addio coprira' l'oblio
Quello che fu mio
Quando me ne andro'?
E' sempre viva tra di noi
Un'assurda felicita'
Nonostante lo scarto fra
Le nostre eta'
Ma fino a quando me ne andro'
E un altro ti contemplera'
Una domanda i miei pensieri
Assillera'
Chi senza che protesti
Rifara' quei gesti
Riservati a me
Quando tu mi attendi
Quando tu mi prendi
Palpiti e ti tendi nell'offriti a me?
Chi scoprira' le risa
La follia improvvisa
E la serieta'
E berra' l'essenza
Della tua presenza
Che la mia partenza
Gli concedera'?
Chi lo potrebbe dire?
Chi mai lo scoprira'?
E io devo soffrire
Per chi ti prendera'
Con un nuovo "ti amo"
E con quel "ti amo"
Che ti stordira'
Nel dormirti accanto
Dopo che avrai pianto di felicita'
Mi riseppellira'
Zondag 3 augustus 1975
Reach For The Stars
Reach For The Stars
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens; David West
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
I reach for the stars when I reach for your love
For so far above me you always will be
Like a clown longs to be a king in a play
I long for the things that are so far away
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
When you come to my arms in that moment divine
all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand
But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land
When you come to my arms in that moment divine
all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
Zaterdag 2 augustus 1975
Man From Manhattan
