Woensdag 8 december 1976
Romance (Mario Lanza)
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Romance
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Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Wild Side Of Life
Wild Side Of Life
Composer(s): William Warren - Arlie A. Carter
First release by: Jimmy Heap - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
The glamour of the gay night-life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
Yes it hurt me to know that you don't love me
Though I know that our love's forever gone
And it's killed my soul and pride, Dear, inside me
When I saw you in that stranger's arms so long
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
I'll just live my life alone with mem'ries of you
And dream of kisses traded for my tears
And no-one will ever know how much I love you
And I pray that you'll be happy through the years
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life
Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Comment Tuer L'amant De Sa Femme Quand On A Été Élevé Comme Moi Dans La Tradition
Comment Tuer L'amant De Sa Femme Quand On A Été Élevé Comme Moi Dans La Tradition
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; G. Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans la religion?
Il me faudrait du temps
Et du temps j'en ai pas
Pour elle je travaille tout l'temps
La nuit je veille de nuit
Le jour je veille de jour
Le dimanche je fais des extras
Et même si j'étais moins lâche
Je touve que ce serait dommage
De salir ma réputation
Bien sûr je dors dans le garage
Bien sûr il dort dans mon lit
Bien sûr c'est moi qui fait l'ménage
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?
Comment tuer l'amant de sa femme
Quand on a été comme moi élevé
Dans les traditions?
Il y a l'arsenic ouais
C'est trop long
Il y a le révolver
Mais c'est trop court
Il y a l'amitié
C'est trop cher
Il y a le mépris
C'est un péché
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Quand on a reçu comme moi
La croix d'honneur
Chez les bonnes sœurs?
Comment tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Moi qui n'ose même pas
Le lui dire avec des fleurs?
Comme je n'ai pas l'courage
De l'insulter tout l'temps
Il dit que l'amour me rend lâche
Comme il est en chômage
Il dit en me frappant
Que l'amour le rend imprévoyant
Il croit que c'est amusant
Pour un homme qui a mon âge
Qui n'a plus de femme et onze enfants
Bien sûr je leur fais la cuisine
Je bats les chiens et les tapis
Le soir je leur chante "Nuit de Chine"
Mais qui n'a pas ses p'tits soucis?
Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'sa femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est un peu vérolé?
Pourquoi tuer l'amant d'ma femme
Puisque c'est à cause de moi
Qu'il est péniciliné?
Dinsdag 7 december 1976
Romance (Chico Buarque)
Romance
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Te seqüestrei
Vou te reter pra sempre
Na minha idéia
No teu lugar, talvez
Fique alguma tonta, uma dublê
Uma mulher alheia
Na minha idéia
Vives plenamente
És a pessoa
Com todas as canções
Os momentos bons e as horas más
Que a memória coa
Nas horas à toa
Às vezes ando a cismar
Serei eu mesmo
Este cantor confuso
Que te rodeia
Ou estarei feliz
Sendo eternamente o que já fui
Dentro da tua idéia
Maandag 6 december 1976
The Wild Rover
The Wild Rover
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dropkick Murphys
and multiple other artists
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
Maandag 6 december 1976
Comment Trouvez-Vous Ma Soeur?
Comment Trouvez-Vous Ma Soeur?
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Toutes les femmes sont jolies
Enfin, plus ou moins jolies, jolies
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
Celle-ci, bien sûr, est charmante
Celle-là est ravissante
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
N'est-elle pas à la hauteur
Pour qui cherche un souffre-douceur?
Toutes les femmes sont à prendre
Enfin, y en a qui peuvent attendre
Yes Sir, yes Sir
Mais comment trouvez-vous ma sœur?
Maandag 6 december 1976
Roman Guitar
Roman Guitar
((Italian Version: Chitarra Romana (Claudio Villa))
Composer(s): Eldo Di Lazzaro - Daniele Bruno - Andre DeBadet - Marjorie Harper
Performer(s): Lou Monte
Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu
Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Senza casa e senza amore
Mi rimani solo tu
Purple shawdows are creeping
And the fountain is weeping
Hear the trees gently sigh
While the wind's murming by
As they ride from afar
All my memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Se la voce è un po' velata
Accompagnami in Sordina
La mia bella fornarina al balcone non c'è più
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Zondag 5 december 1976
Wild Places
Wild Places
Composer(s): Duncan Browne
Performer(s): Duncan Browne
and multiple other artists
La prima donna slipped into her leather
But she was restless, she knew it in her heart of hearts
She said 'tonight you'd better pull yourself together
Because tonight I'm going to pull myself apart'
Out on the streets everyone is searching for a thrill
But she's the only one that's out there really dressed to kill
And she said 'listen to me, it's not a tragedy
This time I'm getting through and now there's something
You can do for me and ohhhh...
Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
'Cause I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I don't want to see your eyes across a dancing floor...
TV angel with her eyes full of smoke
Gazing at the hero, he's do mucho macho
He shrugs, he says 'this must be some kind of joke'
As she pulls on his cigarette and loves him to distraction
But she cries 'I don't want to feel like a machine
I'm not the only one who wants to feel the in-between
That's why I'm deep into this fatal fascination
That's why I've lost the art of conversation
And ohhh...
Take me to the wild places
If you want to see what's really in my soul
But you better keep your eye on where my pretty face is
'Cause in the heat of the moment
I just lose control
I just lose control
Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades
The sad tension, reek of Patchouli
Even the jokers are dealing in spades
It's one dimension, it's all so passé
Just then a voice said 'honey
It's too late to change your mind'
Her face tightened, I could see she'd found a new design
And she said 'listen to me, it's just a fantasy
This time I'm coming through and now
There's something you can do for me
Ohh... Take me to the wild places
And let me show you what the night is for
And I don't want to dream
I want to set the wheels in motion
I want to see your eyes across the dancing floor
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
Ooh, lover set the wheels in motion
In the heat of the moment I just lose control..
Zondag 5 december 1976
Comment T'es Devenu Riche?
Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Adapted from: If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell / Walter Bishop / Norman Friedman
Performer(s): Eddy Paris Mitchell - 1985
Tu m'fais le coup de l'attaché de presse
Cigare, attaché case
Tu fais très star
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tu brasses plus de vent que d'affaires
T'as pas le pétrole mais l'désert
Si t'es pas star, dis-moi
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Tes ardoises dans les restos
Me font froid dans le dos
Mais toi, tu saurais vendre un frigo
Même à un esquimau
T'as tous les looks chébran, macho
Mais j'peux pas tomber dans le panneau
Toi t'es pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Laisse moi deviner, t'es dans le porno?
Non, pirate en vidéo, non?
T'as rien d'une star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
T'es pas dealer, t'es pas show-biz
Tu sais même pas ce que c'est la crise
T'es même pas star, alors
Comment t'es devenu riche?
Je crois qu'tu roules, qu'en t'es fait de trop
Avoue, t'as plus de boulot
Là, j'dois reconnaître que tu portes beau
Mais dis-moi, t'es mal dans ta peau
Moi, je n'en t'en veux pas, t'as essayé
Mais on ne peut pas toujours gagner
Oh, je n'achète rien, je ne suis pas riche
Et si je te mens alors là c'est moi qui triche
Les nouveaux pauvres ne sont pas d'anciens riches
Zondag 5 december 1976
Romagna Mia
Romagna Mia
Composer(s): Raul Casadei
Performer(s): Raul Casadei;
and various other artists
Sento la nostalgia d'un passato
ove la mamma mia ho lasciato
Non ti potrò scordar casetta mia
in questa notte stellata
la mia serenata io canto per te
Romagna mia, Romagna in fiore
tu sei la stella, tu sei l'amore
Quando ti penso, vorrei tornare
dalla mia bella al casolare
Romagna, Romagna mia
lontan da te non si può star!
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
The Wild One, Forever
The Wild One, Forever
Composer(s): Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
Well the moon sank as the wind blew
The street lights slowly died
They call you the wild one, said stay 'way from her
Said she could love no one if she tried
But then somethin' I saw
In your eyes told me right away
That you were gonna have to be mine
When the strangest feeling came over me
Down inside no matter what it takes
I'll never get over how good it felt
When you finally held m e
I'll never regret
Baby those few hours
Will grow in my head
Forever
Well it's too bad, but I want you
To know I understand
Yeah, it's been a long time but I don't mind
Yeah, it's all right I understand
Beca use somethin' I saw
In your eyes told me right away
That you were gonna have to be mine
When the strangest feeling came over me
Down inside I knew right away
I'll never get over how good it felt
When you finally kissed me
I'll never regret
Baby those few hours
Will grow in my head
Forever
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich?
If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich? - 1951
French Title: Comment T'es Devenu Riche? - 1985
Composer(s): Walter Bishop; Norman Friedman
First release by: Louis Jordan - 1951
You' braggin all about the things you can do
Every time you make a pitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You claim to have picked every horse that won
'Cause you know just which is which
Yes, if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?
Henry built the Ford and made his pile
Woolworth used his five and ten
Rockerfeller's wealth came from Standard Oil
And Waterman's came from a pen
You claim it all came from consultin' you
Isn't that a brand new switch?
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
Mention work and you go berserk
'Cause you hate to do a stitch
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
You're out for a ride on the road to fame
Yet you wind up in a ditch
Mmm-hmm - if you're so smart
Tell me, how come you ain't rich?
Hershey started with a chocolate bar
Wrigley with a stick of gum
Planters took his peanuts and travelled far
Now tell me - what'you doin', chum?
I' been hearin' all about all your big ideas
Since you started
What's the hitch?
You never made ten dollars yet
You say you can balance the national debt
If you're so smart
How come you ain't rich?
Zaterdag 4 december 1976
Roma Roma
Roma Roma
Composer(s): Bardotti; F. Latini;
G. Scalamogna; Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
che fai sospirà
Roma Roma Roma
lassace cantà
da stà voce nasce un core
so centomila voci che hai fatto nammorà
Roma Roma bella
t'ho dipinta io
gialla come er sole
rossa come er core mio
Roma Roma mia
nun te fa cantà
tu sei nata grande
e grande hai da restà
Roma Roma Roma
core de stà città
unico grande amore
de tanta e tanta gente
ch'hai fatto nammorà
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
The Wild Colonial Boy
The Wild Colonial Boy ((aka Jack's Heroes (The Pogues & The Dubliners) - 1990))
((Danish Version: Familiens Sorte Får (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
(Traditional - 1881)
Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Maken - 1962
and multiple other artists
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was, the wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy
He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
Comment T'en Apercevoir
Comment T'en Apercevoir
Performer(s): France Gall
Le monde est là qui vient qui va
Et qui tourne sans toi
Mais tu sais il n'attendra pas
Un signe de toi
Donner c'est mieux que recevoir
Essaie un peu pour voir
Pour mieux supporter les heures du soir
Les heures de cafard
De désespoir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir
Quand tu vois tous ces gens passer
Sans les regarder
Sans même un jour avoir l'idée
D'aller leur parler
Tu sens le froid de l'hiver passer
Et tu restes enfermée
Tu voudrais rire ou bien danser
Et ne plus penser
Quand dehors c'est l'été
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule dans le noir
Comment, comment t'en apercevoir
Si tu restes toute seule devant ton miroir
Vrijdag 3 december 1976
Roma Capoccia
Roma Capoccia
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti; Claudio Villa
Quanto sei bella Roma quand'e' sera
quando la luna se specchia
dentro ar fontanone
e le coppiette se ne vanno via
quanto sei bella Roma quando piove
Quanto sei bella Roma quand'e' er tramonto
quando l'arancio rosseggia
ancora sui sette colli
e le finestre so' tanti occhi
che te sembrano dì: quanto sei bella
Oggi me sembra che
er tempo se sia fermato qui
vedo la maestà der Colosseo
vedo la santità der cupolone
e so' piu' vivo e so' più bbono
no nun te lasso mai
Roma capoccia der mondo infame
na carrozzella va co du stranieri
un robivecchi te chiede un po'de stracci
li passeracci so'usignoli
io ce so'nato Roma
io t'ho scoperta stamattina
Donderdag 2 december 1976
Jack's Heroes
Jack's Heroes
(Adapted from: The Wild Colonial Boy - 1881)
((Danish Version: Familiens Sorte Får (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Pogues & The Dubliners - 1990
They wear green
And they are beautiful
And their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lily
And as gentle as the dove
They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked & sore
But there is no doubt
You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score
Too-ra-loo Too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
They'll come from Dublin
And from Cork, from dear old Donegal
From London, Boston, & New York
From anywhere at all
From Parramatta to Fermoy
Strabane to Skibereen
(And will) the shout go up
When the World Cup
Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes it will)
And when we're there in Italy
On Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see
The boys you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore
Donderdag 2 december 1976
Comment Te Dire Adieu?
Comment Te Dire Adieu? - 1968
Adapted from: It Hurts To Say Goodbye - 1966
Swedish Title: Så Synd Du Måste Gå - 1969
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Arnold Goland; Jack Gold
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 1968
Covered by various other artists
Sous aucun pretexte
Je ne veux
Avoir de reflexes
Malheureux
Il faut que tu m'expliques
Un peu mieux
Comment te dire adieu
Mon coeur de silex
Vite prend feu
Ton coeur de pyrex
Resiste au feu
Je suis bien perplexe
Je ne veux
Me resoudre aux adieus
Je sais bien qu'un ex amour n'a pas de chance, ou si peu
Mais pour moi un explication voudrait mieux
Sous aucun pretexte
Je ne veux
Devant toi surexposer mes yeux
Derrière un kleenex
Je saurais mieux
Comment te dire adieu
Comment te dire adieu
Tu as mis a l'index nos nuits blanches, nos matins gris-bleu
Mais pour moi un explication voudrait mieux
Sous aucun pretexte
Je ne veux
Devant toi surexposer mes yeux
Derrière un kleenex
Je saurais mieux
Comment te dire adieu
Comment te dire adieu
Comment te dire adieu
Donderdag 2 december 1976
Roly Poly (Stamford Bridge)
Roly Poly
Performer(s): Stamford Bridge
Two-twenty-pounds is a lot to carry 'round
You could even say that she's fat
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
She's such a gas, 'bout the size o' Mama Cass
Ev'rything she does is where it's at
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Though she's quite a size, still she hypnotises me
Like a big balloon, she'll be floating soon to me
Oh, if she were thin and without a double chin
There wouldn't be so much for me to love
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Though she's quite a size, still she hypnotises me
Like a big balloon, she'll be floating soon to me
If she were thin and without a double chin
There wouldn't be so much for me to love
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Roly Poly
Roly Poly...........
Woensdag 1 december 1976
Wild Boys
