Vrijdag 31 oktober 1975
Regálame Esta Noche
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only.
All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Regálame Esta Noche
Reageer op dit bericht
Reageer op dit bericht
Donderdag 30 oktober 1975
The Music Played
The Music Played
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Mike Hawker
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1968
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)
An angry silence stayed where love had been
And in your eyes a look I've never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak the music played
As lovers danced their way around the floor
I suddenly watched you walk forward the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you have to stay
And as you took his hand the music played
Across the darknessed room the fatal signs I saw
We'd been something more than friends before
Well, I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting and as I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the pride I paid
and as he held you close
The music played
And as I lost your love
the music played
Donderdag 30 oktober 1975
Church In An Old Hawaiian Town
Church In An Old Hawaiian Town
Composer(s): John Noble
Performer(s): C.J. Helekahi
In a little village church
In an old Hawaiian town
That's when I met the girl of my dreams
When the organ played a song
And the choir sang along
It was just like heaven to me
And when the preacher said: Amen
I took her by the arms and then
Down the aisle we strolled together
That's when I found my happiness
With the girl that God had blessed
In that church in an old Hawaiian town
Yes, in that church, in an old Hawaiian town
Donderdag 30 oktober 1975
Regal Zone
Regal Zone
Composer(s): John McKay; Kenny Morris;
Steve Severin; Siouxsie and the Banshees
Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees
Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screen
They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone
Old limbs hang in the torture room
While old kings hang in the portrait room
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance
of the squirming body on the marble plate
They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone
Woensdag 29 oktober 1975
Was Ich Dir Sagen Will
Was Ich Dir Sagen Will
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger
First release by: Udo Jürgens - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)
Was ich dir sagen will, fällt mir so schwer
Das Blatt Papier vor mir bleibt weiß und leer
Ich find' die Worte nicht, doch glaube mir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier
Was ich dir sagen will, wenn wir uns seh'n
Ich kann nur stumm an dir vorübergeh'n
Ich dreh' mich nach dir um und denke mir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier
Was man nicht sagen kann, weil man allein nur fühlt
Wie eine Brandung, die den Fels umspült
Die dich erfaßt und mit sich in die Tiefe reißt
Ich kann es fühlen, doch nicht sagen, wie es heißt
Was ich dir sagen will, bist du bei mir
Ist so unsagbar viel, doch glaube mir
Wenn du mich nicht verstehst, versprech ich dir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier
Woensdag 29 oktober 1975
Church
Church
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch
Welcome down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
He knows why you cry
When you were young
You got down on your knees
You prayed for someone
Someone you could believe
Yeah, you put your faith
Right in his hands
Oh, when he let go
You couldn´t understand
Welcome down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
He knows why you cry
Fallen angel, temptation had you lost
Single girl, you´ve been double-crossed
Hold on holy one, some day you´ll be saved
And I want to be the one
On that blessed day
When you come down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
Fly down from your perch
And walk with a man
Who knows how to love you
Yes, I believe I can
I know why you cry
Woensdag 29 oktober 1975
Refugee
Refugee
Composer(s): Mike Campbell; Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty;
The Chipmunks; Melissa Etheridge; Project 7X
We got somethin' we both know it
We don't talk too much about it
Yeah it ain't no real big secret all the same
Somehow we get around it
Listen it don't really matter to me baby
You believe what you want to believe
You see you don't have to live like a refugee
Somewhere, somehow somebody
Must have kicked you around some
Tell me why you wanna lay there
And revel in your abandon
Listen it don't make no difference to me baby
Everybody's had to fight to be free
You see you don't have to live like a refugee
Now baby you don't have to live like a refugee
Baby we ain't the first
I'm sure a lot of other lover's been burned
Right now this seems real to you
But it's one of those things
You gotta feel to be true
Somewhere, somehow somebody
Must have kicked you around some
Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped
Tied up, taken away and held for ransom
It don't really matter to me
Everybody's had to fight to be free
You see you don't have to live like a refugee
I said you don't have to live like a refugee
Dinsdag 28 oktober 1975
Alguien Canto
Alguien Canto
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1968
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)
Quizás no supe hablar cuando debí
hay algo en tu mirar que nunca vi
silencio sin piedad en vez de amor
mas cuando quise hablar alguien cantó
Juntos bailando van alrededor
mientras me iba yo frente a los dos
sentí que alguien habló y era tu voz
cuando te acarició alguien cantó
Y en la oscuridad de pronto comprendí
que mi orgullo fue el que cedio
Ya ves que sin querer yo mismo te guié
junto a su lado como antes ya pasó
Quizá no pude hablar cuando debí
mi mente controló mi corazón
el precio que pagué fue verte así
y cuando te abrazó, alguien cantó
Cuando perdí tu amor, alguien cantó
Dinsdag 28 oktober 1975
Chug-A-Lug (The Beach Boys)
Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Mike Love - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girl's tight black pants
Larry knows he doesn't stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders what's under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brian's still glued to the radio
Louie's lookin' out the rear window
Guy's got around to orderin' fries
But root beer's my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Dinsdag 28 oktober 1975
Refrain
Refrain
(English & German Versions: Last Night; Refrain, Du Goldner Traum Aus Meiner Jugendzeit)
Composer(s): Géo Voumard; Gardaz
First performance by: Lys Assia - 1956
Refrain d'amour, ou ou ou ou
Refrain, couleur du ciel, parfum de mes vingt ans
Jardin plein de soleil où je courais enfant
Partout, je t'ai cherché‚ mon amoureux lointain
Guettant par les sentiers où tu prenais ma main
Les jours s'en sont allés et nous avons grandi
L'amour nous a blessés, le temps nous a guéris
Mais seule et sans printemps
Je cours en vain les bois, les champs
Dis souviens-toi, nos amours d'autrefois
Les années passent à tire d'ailes
Et sur les toits de mon ennui, coule la pluie
Où sont parties les caravelles
Volant mon coeur, portant mes rêves vers ton oubli?
J'aurais voulu que tu reviennes comme jadis
Porter des fleurs à ma persienne
Et ta jeunesse en mon logis
Refrain, couleur de pluie, regrets de mes vingt ans
Chagrin, mélancolie de n'être plus enfant
Mais seule et loin de toi, par les chemins où tu n'es pas
Je vais pleurant mes amours de vingt ans
Maandag 27 oktober 1975
Che Vuoi Che Sia
Che Vuoi Che Sia
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Udo Jürgens - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)
Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’
se devi andare via
adesso vai
non ti richiamerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
non ti accarezzerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’ di più
quante volte ho già pianto per te
per te che hai già
chi ti consolerà
in quanto a me
qualcosa accadrà
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
se scriverai o no
risponderò
se cercherai di me
non ci sarò
Maandag 27 oktober 1975
Chug-A-Lug (Roger Miller)
Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Roger Miller - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Roger Miller
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Mm, my ears still ring
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
*Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin.
I said "Lemme have a big old sip"
*Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Maandag 27 oktober 1975
Reflections Of My Life
Reflections Of My Life
Composer(s): William Campbell; Thomas McAleese
Performer(s): Marmalade;
and various other artists
The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my mind
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I'm going home)
I'm changing, arranging, I'm changing
I'm changing everything, ah, everything around me
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but I don't wanna die
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I'm going home)
Zondag 26 oktober 1975
Rakkauden Jälkeen
Rakkauden Jälkeen
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Kari Tuomisaari
Performer(s): Carola - 1968
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)
Ei väli pöytien lie pitkäkään
vaan pöydän viereisen mä tuskin nään
Sun kanssas’ jakaa sen nyt toinen voi
Mä yksin kuuntelen, kun kaukaa soi
Kun hänet tanssimaan sä pyydät noin
niin hetkeen seuraavaan mä nähdä voin
Sun sanas’ uskoo hän ja unelmoi
Mä tiedän enemmän, nyt teille soi
Sä olit elänyt jo mua ennenkin
Etkä tiennyt kuinka pelkäsin
sä että vertaisit mua muihin
Mutta näin, mä syliin toisen sua työnsin sylistäin
Niin selvin sanoin sain mä kuulla sen
nyt että oisin vain - se entinen
Mä sua ymmärrän - en mitään voi
Nään teidän lähtevän, ja vielä soi
On tyhjää pimeää, vain jossain soi
Zondag 26 oktober 1975
Chuck E.'s In Love
Chuck E.'s In Love
Composer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones; Kymaera
How come he don't come and PLP with me
Down at the meter no more?
And how come he turn off the T.V.
And he hang that sign on the door?
Well we call and we call
How come, we say
Hell, what could make a boy behave this away
Yeah, well he learned all of the lines now
And everytime he don't a s-stutter when he talks
And it's true, it's true
He sure has acquired this kinda cool
And inspired sort of jazz when he walks
Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans?
Hey, if this ain't healthy it is some kinda clean
Fact is that
Chuck E.'s in love
Yeah, yeah
Chuck E.'s in love
No, no, no
Chuck E.'s in love
Ah, ah
That Chuck E.'s in
Well, I don't believe what you're saying to me
This is something, I've got to see
Is he here?
I look for him in the pool hall
Well is he here?
I look in the drug store
Well is he here?
No, he don't come here no more
Well I tell you what I saw him
He was sitting behind us down at the Pantages
And whatever it is that he's got up his sleeve
Well, I hope it isn't contagious
What's her name?
Is that her there?
Oh Christ, I think he's even combed his hair
And is that her
Well then what's her name?
Oh, it's never gonna be the same
That's not her
I know what's wrong
Cause Chuck E.'s in love
With the little girl singing this song
And don't you know
Chuck E.'s in love
Yeah, yeah
Chuck E.'s in love
No, no, no
Chuck E.'s in love
Ah, ah
Chuck E.'s in
Chuck E.'s in love
Chuck E.'s in love
He's in love
No, ho, no
With me
Zondag 26 oktober 1975
Reflections
Reflections
Composer(s): Brian Holland;
Lamont Dozier; Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me
Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me
Oh, I'm all alone now
No love to shield me
Trapped in a world
That's a distorted reality
Happiness you took from me
And left me alone
With only memories
Through the mirror of my mind
Through these tears that I'm crying
Reflects a hurt I can't control
'Cause although you're gone
I keep holding on
To the happy times
Oh, when you were mine
As I peer through the window
Of lost time
Looking over my yesterdays
And all the love I gave all in vain
(All the love) All the love
That I've wasted
(All the tears) All the tears
That I've tasted
All in vain
Through the hollow of my tears
I see a dream that's lost
From the hurt
That you have caused
Everywhere I turn
Seems like everything I see
Reflects the love that used to be
In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust
After all the nights
I sat alone and wept
Just a handful of promises
Are all that's left of loving you
Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me
In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust...
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1975
The Music Of The Night
The Music Of The Night
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Richard Stilgoe - Charles Hart
First performance by: Michael Crawford - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1975
The Music Of The Night
The Music Of The Night
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Richard Stilgoe - Charles Hart
First performance by: Michael Crawford - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1975
Chronique Pour L'an 2000
Chronique Pour L'an 2000
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Peuple de l'an 2000
Je viens, braves gens
De la nuit des temps
Parler d'un passé
Peut-être oublié
Mais très excitant
Les hommes sur la Terre
S'aimaient comme des frères
Et leur seul but sacré
S'appelait tiercé
Qu'ils répudiaient parfois
Pour un beau porte-clés
C'est au milieu
De cette joie tranquille
Que se déclencha
La grande bataille
Qu'on appela terrible
Et qui opposa
Deux de nos idoles
Nommées dans le vent
Qui pour une mèche de cheveux
Aux poudres mirent le feu
Partageant la planète
En deux clans très curieux
Beatniks et antis
Tels étaient leurs slogans
Guitares et ciseaux
Leurs seules armes
Du moment
Moi qui n'était que bon enfant
Je fus nommé sur le champ
Arbitre pour ce match sanglant
Rejetant mes conseils
Maintes fois prodigués
La lutte a continué
Ils préféraient se battre
Refusant de penser
Que venant les années
À quarante ans leurs crânes
Seraient désertés
Mais ils me rétorquaient
"Toi reste dans ton coin
Et laisse-nous profiter
De cette publicité"
Beatniks et antis
Tels étaient leurs slogans
Guitares et ciseaux
Leurs seules armes
Du moment
Les Casques Bleus furent débordés
Les lois de la guerre renversées
Oui, le Monde fut bouleversé
La morale de cette chronique
Est simple à constater
Les cheveux sont ingrats
À quoi bon les chanter?
Braves gens de l'An 2000
Je ne vous souhaite pas
Cette guerre civile
Terrible qui un jour nous arriva!
Zaterdag 25 oktober 1975
Reflected
