Donderdag 27 januari 1977
Rose And The Thorn
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Rose And The Thorn
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Woensdag 26 januari 1977
The Yip! Song
The Yip! Song
Composer(s): Robyn Hitchcock
Performer(s): Robyn Hitchcock
The old man, he was flesh - they wheeled him in upon a trolley
Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
Draw a window on his skin
This old man, he was next - blindfolded to face the volley
Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
Love will come of all our sins
Painted on my tail fin now Vera Lynn
This old man preserved - in his mind he lay with Molly
Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
Septicemia always wins
Cleanse us with your healing grin now
Vera Lynn
Coma high, coma low
Blood is precious, yes or no?
I believe in surgery - and that's a fact
I believe in making it easy
I believe in surgery, but I never act
I believe in making it easy
Easy...
This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorry
Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
Down I spiral, down I spin
Forces sweetheart, I'm your twin now
Vera Lynn
Yip
Woensdag 26 januari 1977
Con El Sol De La Mañana
Con El Sol De La Mañana
Composer(s): Bebu Silvetti
Performer(s): Raphael
Hoy quiere llorar mi amor
Este es mi dolor por ti
Grita con mi corazón tu voz
Por volver a aquel ayer
Y así siento con mi ansiedad tu piel
Jugar con la soledad y yo
Sin poderte olvidar
Sin lograr ser como fui
Que vagaba sin pensar
Que reía del amor y de la vida
Si con el sol de la mañana
Llega el día y tengo ganas de vivir
Ya no canto viejas melodías
Que contigo compartí
Y yo no sé mirar lo hermoso de este mundo
Si conmigo tú no estás
Porque tu recuerdo a mí me lastima
Y por ti quiero llorar
Woensdag 26 januari 1977
Rose
Rose
Composer(s): Rod McKuen
Performer(s): Rod McKuen
I married Rose in Twenty-One
we got a little farm
the first year out
the barn burned down
I broke my good right arm
From then on in things got bad
I guess they could have been worse
but seeing Rose in rags all day
made me wanna curse
That's okay Rose'd say
don't you worry none
we'll have good times by and by
next fall when the work's all done
I watched her hands grow rough and red
from pickin' in the fields
putting up in Mason Jars
what little crops they'd yield
I'd find what jobs there were in town
most times there were none
but Rose'd still have supper a waitin'
at night when the day was done
That's okay Rose'd say
don't you worry none
we'll have good times by and by
next fall when the work's all done
Our first-born had a face like Rose
and I guess a temper like mine
she'd sleep all day and cry all night
but she grew up and married fine
Our only son went off to fight
in Nineteen Forty and Four
a year went by and a telegram said
he ain't comin' home no more
One winter night in Fifty Nine
Rose took a terrible chill
she went to sleep and she didn't wake up
I guess she's sleeping still
But sometimes when the wind is singing
high up in the Chinaberry tree
it seems it not the wind at all
but Rose singing to me
That's okay Rose'd say
don't you worry none
we'll have good times by and by
next fall when the work's all done
That's okay Rose'd say
don't you worry none
we'll have good times by and by
next fall when the work's all done
Dinsdag 25 januari 1977
The Ying Tong Song
The Ying Tong Song
Composer(s): Spike Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons
Tenor: There's a song that I recall My mother sang to me
Sprigs: Oh!
Tenor: She sang it as she tucked me in
When I was ninety-three
Sprigs: I diddle, I
Who was that bum?
Bluebottle + Sprigs: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong (Bluebottle drops behind)
Ying tong iddle I po
Sprigs: Keep lad up
Keep
Bluebottle: Keep up lad up
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Sprigs: lad
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po (lad)
Iddle I po (lad)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong
(Sprigs: iddle)
(Bluebottle: ying tong)
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong iddle
Bluebottle: Ying tong iddle I po!
Both: Oh! Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po!
Bluebottle: Ying
Ying tongy tongy
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong iddle I po
(Secombe under this: What a lovely lovely boy!)
Ying ying ying tongy tongy
(Milligan: Get out the rifle, sir) Yeeeng
Ying tong ying tong d'gy-n'o
Ying tong d'ga
(Secombe: Get away) D'g d'g d'ga
Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: Hear that crazy rhythm
Driving me insane
Strike your partner on the bonce
Eccles: Ooh
I felt no pain
Seagoon, Bluebottle and Eccles: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying...
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna...
Bloodnok: Ohhhhh!
Eccles: Oh!
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna, where the...
Seagoon, Sprigs and Bluebottle: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(Sprigs: keep going lad)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: Look Out!
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong...
Goons: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po
One: Ying! Tongy tongy tongy
Yiddy diddy diddy da daaa
Ying diddy
Ying tong diddle
Yiddada boo
All: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po
Bluebottle?: Whoooooh!
Dinsdag 25 januari 1977
Con Diez Años De Menos
Con Diez Años De Menos
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Si fuera diez años más joven, qué feliz
y qué descaminado el tono de decir
cada palabra desatando un temporal
y enloqueciendo la etiqueta ocasional
Los años son, pues, mi mordaza, oh mujer
sé demasiado me convierto en mi saber
Quisiera haberte conocido años atrás
para sacar chispas del agua que me das
para empuñar la alevosía y el candor
y saber olvidar mejor
Esta mujer propone que salte y me estrelle
contra un muro de piedras que alza en el cielo
y como combustible me llena de anhelos
de besos sin promesa y sentencias sin leyes
Esta mujer propone un pacto que selle
la tierra con el viento, la luz con la sombra
invoca los misterios del tiempo y me nombra
Esta mujer propone que salte y me estrelle
sólo para verle
sólo para amarle
sólo para serle
sólo y no olvidarle
Con diez años de menos, no habría esperado
por sus proposiciones y hubiera corrido
como una fiera al lecho en que nos conocimos
impúdico y sangriento, divino y alado
Con diez años de menos, habría blasfemado
con savia de su cuerpo quemaría los templos
para que los cobarde tomaran ejemplo
Con diez años de menos, hubiera matado
sólo para verle
sólo para amarle
sólo para serle
sólo y no olvidarle
Maandag 24 januari 1977
The Yellow Rose Of Texas/The Eyes Of Texas
The Yellow Rose Of Texas/The Eyes Of Texas
Composer(s): Wise - Starr - Sinclair - Lance
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love
Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go
I'll remember her forever because I love her so
There are so many roses that bloom along the way
But my heart's in Amarillo and that's where it will stay
With the yellow rose of Texas so I'd better get there fast
'Cause I know I was her first love and I want to be her last
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love
Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go
I'll remember her forever because I love her so
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day
The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away
Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn
The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day
The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away
Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn
The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day
The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away
Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn
The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
Maandag 24 januari 1977
Comunque Bella
Comunque Bella
Composer(s): Mogol-Battisti
Performer(s): Lucio Battisti
Tu vestita di fiori o di fari in città
con la nebbia o i colori
cogliere le rose a piedi nudi e poi
con la sciarpa stretta al collo bianca come mai
ma eri bella bella comunque bella
quando l'arcobaleno era in fondo ai tuoi occhi
quando sotto al tuo seno l'ira avvelenava il cuore tuo
tu vedevi un'altra donna avvicinarsi a me
prima ancora che io capissi e riscegliessi te
tu eri bella bella comunque bella
anche quando un mattino tornasti vestita di pioggia
con lo sguardo stravolto da una notte d'amore
"siediti qui" "non ti chiedo perdono perché tu sei un uomo"
coi capelli bagnati "so che capirai" con quei segni sul viso
"mi spiace da morire, sai" coi tuoi occhi arrossati
mentre tu mentivi e mi dicevi che
ancor più di prima tu amavi me
tu eri bella bella, comunque bella
Maandag 24 januari 1977
Rosarita (Tom Jans)
Rosarita
Performer(s): Tom Jans
She was the darkest light
That I'd ever known
Razed in an endless night
And made out ofstone
I met her in a mission
She said "The beams are made of bone"
Stories she told made me feel so all alone
And I would follow her
As she walked in the hills
Drinking the silence there
Until she had her fill
I wanted to take her
But I guess I never will
Rosarita your journey is my own
They say that your lover is not made of blood and bone
The dust from the El Camino upan your face
Your mother's in the mansion
And your father's in disgrace
One evening I followed her down to the sea
Blue eyes and brown body dancing gracefully
Voice. in the shadows I was ready for a fight
She said remember what you learn tonight
And in the moonlight I could see her smile
She said you can take me
But only for a little while
You see my lover has gone so many more miles
Somebody said they saw her running in the wind
With tearful eyes never to return again
I never was her lover
And I never was her friend
Zondag 23 januari 1977
The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried
It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did
Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around
I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me
Never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see
Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand
I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band
Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away
There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave"
I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues
When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do
But it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too
Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Zondag 23 januari 1977
Computer Liebe
Computer Liebe
Performer(s): Kraftwerk
Computer Liebe, Computer Liebe
Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein
Stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm, stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm
Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Ich wähl die Nummer, ich wähl die Nummer
Rufe Bildschirmtext, rufe Bildschirmtext
Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Zondag 23 januari 1977
Rosarita (Neil Sedaka)
Rosarita
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Dara Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Nine sharp, here in the dark
And my dream girl's struttin' again
Back in to my fantasy world
She's a vision in red
Wild eyes, long hair
And a body hard to describe
Don't care what the people might say
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
One stolen night in her arms
And for sure my body's on fire
One touch and I'm needin' her more
My lips are filled with desire
They say I'll get over you
But the feelin' continues to grow
Here comes the burnin' again
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
I think I love you, you woman child
You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough
Don't you know that you're my dream lover
I know that you've been around
But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy
Rosarita, make me crazy
Got to be my baby
I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine
You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
Rosa Rosarita
Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita
Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita...
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
The Year Of Our Love
The Year Of Our Love
Composer(s): Davie - Moore
Performer(s): Tommy Leonetti
Skies and skates and in January
Fireside dates in February
March winds when our hearts were flyin' high
Higher then a kite up in the sky
The year of our love
Strolls we took in April showers
Sundays when we picked May flowers
Moonlight and the midnight swim in June
Wond'rin' how it got so late so soon
The year of our love
July, and those holidays apart
August, you hurried back to ease my aching heart
September, the plans we made
October saw them fade
You denied it in November
Tried to hide it thru December
Then you taught me how a heart can grow
When you said goodbye on New Year's Eve
The year of our love
The year of our love
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
Computer Age
Computer Age
Performer(s): Sweet Comfort Band
She does aerobics to start the day
But you can find her playing video games
On her home computer screen
She's the best you've ever seen
She keeps appointments, she's never late
Only goes out on computer dates
Made on answering machines
She's the all-American teen
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
She's a product of society
Completely lacking personality
She was brought into the world
As a test tube baby girl
Her name is Debbie, or Cathy, or Sue
Maybe you know her
Maybe it's you
She's become like all the rest
Who've been programmed for success
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
She's got American Bandstand
To show her how to dance
She's got cable movies
To tell her about romance
But she won't dream of Mr. Right
Electric blankets keep her warm at night
She's growing up in the computer age
Her mind's in gear
Her heart's been disengaged
The future's clear
It's all been pre-arranged
She's growing up in the computer age
Growin' up, growin' up
She's got an IBM
That's the apple of her eye
She doesn't think for herself
Leads an automated life
Growin' up
Zaterdag 22 januari 1977
Rosanna (Toto)
Rosanna
Composer(s): David Paich
Performer(s): Toto;
and various other artists
All I want to do when I wake up in the morning
is to see your eyes
Rosanna, Rosanna
Never thought that a girl like you could ever
care for me
Rosanna
All I want to do in the middle of the evening
is to hold you tight
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know you were looking for more than
I could ever give
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
I can see your face still shining through the
window on the other side
Rosanna, Rosanna
I didn't know that a girl like you could meke
me feel so sad
Rosanna
All I want to tell you is that no one will
never ever have to compromise
Rosanna, Rosanna
I've never thought that losing you could ever
hurt so bad
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Not quite a year since she went away
Rosanna, yeah
Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Meet you all the way
Rosanna, yeah
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Yankee Doodle Boy
Yankee Doodle Boy
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
First performance by: George M. Cohan - 1904
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm the kid that's all the candy
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
I'm glad I am, So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
Made my name and fame and boodle
Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony
I love to listen to the Dixie strain
"I long to see ther girl I left behind me!"
And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh
Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria
Yanks through and through. Red, White and Blue
Father was so Yankee hearted, When the Spanish war was started
He slipped in his uniform and hopped upon a pony
My mother's mother was a Yankee free
My father's father was a Yankee too
And that's going some, For the Yankees by gosh
Oh, say can you see Any thing about my pedigree that's phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Comptine Pour Clementine
Comptine Pour Clementine
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat; Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Qui frappe à coups redoublés
À ta porte verrouillée
Sans s'occuper des voisins
Qu'aiment pas le tambourin
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
C'est le méchant loup ma mie
C'est le méchant loup
La clé fait deux petits tours
Entrez monsieur mon amour
Entrez mon printemps joli
Mon oiseau de paradis
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Voilà le muguet ma mie
Voilà le muguet
Pour ta si cruelle absence
Faudra faire pénitence
Un pater c'est bien le moins
Et trois ave sur mon sein
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
À ta volonté ma mie
À ta volonté
Dieu nous donne le charbon
Au diable tous tes jupons
Accroche au clou tes dentelles
Et cisaille tes ficelles
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Tirons le rideau ma mie
Tirons le rideau
Oublions les hypocrites
Les fabricants d'eau bénite
Voilà le premier baiser
Que tu dois apprivoiser
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Comme un papillon ma mie
Comme un papillon
Il n'y a pas de morale
Dans ma chanson de cigale
Il n'y a c'est instinctif
Qu'un petit cri subversif
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Merde à la fourmi ma mie
Merde à la fourmi
Vrijdag 21 januari 1977
Rosanna (Gordon Lightfoot)
Rosanna
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Rosanna makes my day begin
With kisses for a king
And coffee on a silver tray
She sees the shape I'm in
And if she should ever break away
I'd follow close behind her
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna knows the times I keep
A fire softly glows
And the shadows lick the walls
She knows when I'm asleep
The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time
And all is well by nine
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna moves across the floor
Her perfume fills the air
As she walks beside my easy chair
I touch her hand once more
And I may never sleep again
I like the bag she put me in
Rosanna knows the ways of a man
But not the way I feel
I don't really care what happens now
It's catch me if you can
For no matter what occasion should arise
She likes to sympathize
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rosanna, Rosanna
Rules my heart
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
The Yam
The Yam
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
and multiple other artists
Any Yams today? Any Yams today?
Come on and hear the Yam and cry
"Any Yam today?"
The sweet potatoes that he'll fry
Will be Yam today
The little step that you see him do
With every yam that he sells to you
Is something that you ought to try
Come and yam today!
Come get what I've got
It will hit the spot
Get your sweet and hot
Yam....
Raise your hand and sway
Like you hold a tray
When you're on your way
Yam....
Come on shake your depression
And let's have a yam session
There's that long note, one-two-three
Yam...
Every orchestra
In America
Will be doing the
Yam...
I didn't come to do the Charleston
I didn't come to ball the jack
I didn't come to do the Suzie Q
Or do the bottom they call black
I didn't come to do big apple
I didn't come to do the shag
But honey here I am to do the yam
Because the yam is in the bag
Donderdag 20 januari 1977
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