Zaterdag 19 februari 1977
Roses To Reno
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Roses To Reno
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Vrijdag 18 februari 1977
Et Je M'en Vais
Et Je M'en Vais
((Adapted from: Then He Kissed Me (The Crystals) - 1963))
((Finnish Version: Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita) - 1979))
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Paul Reiman
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963
Dans ce train qui m'emmène loin
Je me demande pourquoi
Dans le bruit des roues
J'entends comme un écho de sa voix
Je sais qu'elle me mentait
Quand elle me disait qu'elle m'aimait
Et maintenant je l'ai quittée
Je m'en vais
J'avais quand je l'ai connue
Tant d'espoir dans le cœur
Mais j'ai bien compris qu'avec elle
Je n'aurais pas de bonheur
Quand l'autre soir je l'ai trouvée
Dans d'autres bras très fort serrée
Je n'ai pas pu le supporter,
Je m'en vais
Dans la vie quand on s'aperçoit
Qu'une fille ne vous aime plus
Il faut aller chercher ailleurs
L'amour qu'on a perdu
Et moi je sais que je vais découvrir
Un autre amour bien plus fort
Et si ce n'est pas pour demain
Eh bien! je chercherai encore
Tant pis si tout est gâché
Une de perdue dix de retrouvées
Moi, je reprends ma liberté
Je m'en vais
Dans ce train qui s'en va là-bas
Mes souvenirs s'éloignent de moi
Je m'aperçois que je l'oublie déjà
Vrijdag 18 februari 1977
Concrete And Clay
Concrete And Clay
Composer(s): Brian Parker; Tommy Moeller
Performer(s): Unit Four Plus Two
You to me
Are sweet as roses in the morning
And you to me
Are soft as summer rain at dawn, in love we share
That something rare
The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
All around
I see the purple shades of evening
And on the ground
The shadows fall and once again you're in my arms
So tenderly
The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
And that's the way
That's the way it's meant to be
That's the way
(that's the way it's meant to be)
Wo-oh, that's the way
That's the way it's meant to be
Vrijdag 18 februari 1977
Roses On The 4th Of July
Roses On The 4th Of July
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith
He still sends her roses on the 4th of July
They're always white roses and she never asks why
She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights
But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her
She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone
"You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song
Love is a mystery from birth 'till we die
It's cross words of a morning, by evening entwined
It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right
Love is white roses, and you never ask why
He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life
She works for a season during IRS time
Two children they've had, though their boy has now died
When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds
Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night
Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright
He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights
She still treasures those roses every 4th of July
Love is white roses every 4th of July
Donderdag 17 februari 1977
Then Came You
Then Came You
Composer(s): Philip T. Pugh - Sherman Marshall
First release by: Dionne Warwick & The Spinners - 1974
Ever since I met ya, seems I can't forgetcha
The thought of you keeps runnin' through the back of my mind
Every time I'm near ya, I get that urge to feel ya
Just touchin' you and lovin' you makes ev'rything right
(Tell me how ya feel, baby)
I never knew love before (oh no) then came you, you, then came you
I never knew love before, then came you then came you
You
Now that I've found ya, how did I live without ya?
(I don't know, baby)
It's plain to see you're all I need to satisfy me
I'm so darned proud of ya, I wanna sing about ya
(Sing it, sing it, sing it, baby)
All I know, ya made a 'fro by touchin' my hand
Oh, uh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (you), then came you, ooh
I never knew love before, then came you (ooh, ooh, ooh), then came you
Hey, hey, hey, then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh
I never knew love before, then came you, then came you
I never knew love before, then came you (you, ooh, ooh) then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh
I never knew love before, then came you (hey, hey) then came you, you
I never knew love before (hey) then came you
(With your lovin' touch) you-ooh-ooh then came (yeah)(hey, hey)
Oh, uh, no I never knew love before
(I got to hand it to you, baby) then came you
Donderdag 17 februari 1977
Concierto De Amor
Concierto De Amor
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Un concierto de amor
te despiertas dentro de mi cama y quieres jugar
Un concierto de amor
es domingo no hay que levantarse, no hay que trabajar
Tú me abrazas y me quemas será la luna nueva
Me siento como un Superman
Ven conmigo, es domingo
no hay que trabajar
Un concierto de amor
Y la radio canta en el velador
Un concierto de amor
Los latidos que se escuchan fuera de mi corazón
Estoy contento ya no hay prisa, todo me da risa
El mundo me parece mejor
Ven conmigo es domingo,
hoy no hay que ir a trabajar
Un concierto de amor
Y la radio que sigue cantando sobre el velador
Un concierto de amor
Nuestra música que vuela dentro de la habitación
Ya ha pasado un semana que no se terminaba
Hoy sólo me queda olvidar
Ven conmigo es domingo
hoy no hay que ir a trabajar
Donderdag 17 februari 1977
Roses Of Picardy
Roses Of Picardy
French Title: Dansons La Rose (aka Roses De Picardie)
Composer(s): Frederic E. Weatherly; Hayden Wood
Performer(s): John McCormack;
and various other artists
She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
And a song stirs in the silence
As the wind in the boughs above
She listens and starts and trembles
'Tis the first little song of love
Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
And the years fly on forever
Till the shadows veil their skies
But he loves to hold her little hands
And look into her sea-blue eyes
And she sees the road by the poplars
Where they met in the bygone years
For the first little song of the roses
Is the last little song she hears
Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
Woensdag 16 februari 1977
Then Came The Last Days Of May
Then Came The Last Days Of May
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
Of a rented ford
They couldn't know they weren't going far
Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far
The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadn't seen a cop around all day
They brought everything they needed
bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border's just over the bluff
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
They're ok the last days of may, I'll be breathing dry air
I'm leaving soon, the others are already there
You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here
They say the west is nice this time of year
Woensdag 16 februari 1977
Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Rosita, Juanita Lopez
Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Rosita, Juanita Lopez
Composer(s): Herbert Magidson; Jule Styne
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
Covered by multiple other artists
He was a handsome young Irish lad
She was a Mexican beauty
It was fiesta and I might add
Love was doing its duty
His Irish heart went bing-o when he saw the rose of Juarez
Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez
"Oh, you’re a lovely thing-o
For me there‘s but one girl", he said
"Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez"
Mandolins began to play
And her lips were there to kiss
As we danced I heard him say
"New Jersey was never like this!"
The bells began to ring-o
And they rode away on a mule
To prove I’m not jokin‘
If you’re in Hoboken
Drop in for a minute and you’ll
Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita O’Toole...
There’s Little Theresa, Maria, Elisa
And sure and begorry
The rest of the story is Patsy and Molly and Mike
There’s Jose and Pancho and Pedro and Sancho
To be sure when they‘re seen they‘ll be wearing the green
´Tis Tommy and Timmy and Spike
That’s right!
The bells began to ring-o
And they rode away on a mule
To prove I’m not jokin‘
If you’re in Hoboken
Drop in for a minute and you’ll
Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita O’Toole!
Woensdag 16 februari 1977
Roses In The Snow (Nico)
Roses In The Snow
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico
He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
And you know that it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
Until you feel this way
With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul
And then you go alone and with no fear
Then you will know
That it was like this before we had to go
And you will find that you were blind
Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights
He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
But you know it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow
Dinsdag 15 februari 1977
Then (The Vogues)
Then
Performer(s): The Vogues
Then, the future looked so bright
Oh then, everything was right
But now, I walk the lonely night
Thinking of you now, and then
Then, we loved without a care
Oh then, when you were always there
But now, we're only half a pair
And I'm thinking of you now, and then
Now and then I walk alone
The streets we used to walk along
And call your name
Like I did then
Then, there was no need to sigh
Oh then, there was no need to cry
But now, I feel a need to die
Thinking of you now, and then
Now and then, I walk alone
The streets we used to walk along
And call your name
Like I did then
Then, there was no need to sigh
Oh then, there was no need to cry
But now, I feel a need to die
Thinking of you now, and then
Thinking of you now, and then
Dinsdag 15 februari 1977
Concessions
Concessions
Composer(s): Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Avant que je vous fréquente
Je vivais dans un taudis
Une espèce de soupente
Où j'entassais mon fourbi
Je veux bien ma chère Estelle
Résider dans vos maisons
Vivre dans vos grands hôtels
Ou vos manoirs à la con
Mais pas dans un' forteresse
Pour décrocher tes caresses
Avant que je sois sinoque
Affolé par vos appâts
Je vous aurais dit ton vioc
Au lieu de votre papa
Je veux bien pour vous complaire
Apprendre votre jargon
Dire Monsieur votre Père
Est bête au lieu d'un peu con
Mais j'dirai pas mes hommages
En dégrafant ton corsage
Avant que je m'amourache
De votre petit chignon
Je vivais comme un apache
Je bouffais comme un cochon
Je veux bien bergeronnette
Vous faire une concession
Me servir dans une assiette
Sur une nappe à la con
Mais j'prendrai pas des pincettes
Pour enlever ta jupette
Avant que je me dévoue
Aux travaux de Cupidon
Je menais je vous l'avoue
Une vie de patachon
Je veux bien mon églantine
Changer mes fréquentations
Mais j'userai pas mes bottines
Dans tes cocktails à la con
Je mettrai pas de jaquette
Pour soulever ta liquette
Avant que je vous connaisse
Je chopinais du rouquin
Vous buviez du vin de messe
Ou du Vichy Celestins
Je veux bien ma chère amie
Sacrifier quelques canons
Mais je veux pas d'eau rougie
Ni de tisane à la con
Je ne boirai pas d'la flotte
Pour enlever ta culotte
Dinsdag 15 februari 1977
Roses In The Snow (Emmylou Harris)
Roses In The Snow
Composer(s): Ruth Franks
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris; Curtis Burch;
Fisher & Company; Kukuruza; James Reams
I met my darlin' in the springtime
When all the flowers were in bloom
And like the flowers our love blossomed
We married in the month of June
Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as a golden glow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow
Now God has taken my darlin'
And left me with a memory
A memory I will always cherish
Are these last words he said to me
Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as a golden glow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow
My darlin's buried on the hillside
Where all the wild spring flowers grow
And when winter snows start fallin'
On his grave I'll place a rose
Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as cold winds blow
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow
Maandag 14 februari 1977
Then (The Charlatans)
Then
Composer(s): Martin Blunt - Jon Brookes - Tim Burgess - Mark Collins - Rob Collins
Performer(s): The Charlatans
I wanna bomb your submarines
You don't do anything for me
You were sometimes hard to find
You were never safe to be with, then
You, you're nothing next to me
I'm a phenomena you see
You were sometimes hard to find
You were never safe to be with, then
Furious again, furious again
You don't do anything for me
We are a phenomena you see
You were sometimes hard to find
You were never safe to be with, then
Furious again, furious again
And you
You give it all to me
You never listen to a thing I said
You're furious, I'm glorious
You never hurt me that much
Maandag 14 februari 1977
Concerto Pour Une Voix
Concerto Pour Une Voix
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - Saint-Preux
Performer(s): Dalida; André Rieu
Chaque nuit
Quand l'oiseau de paradis fait sa ronde
J'ouvre la porte à mon amour
Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde
En attendant le retour
Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre
Dans la chambre nue
Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu
Chaque nuit
Nous échangeons des colliers de promesses
Nous échangeons des anneaux d'or
Des rivières et des diamants de jeunesse
Et puis nous quittons le port
Comme des mâts sur des bateaux de tendresse
Pour mille pays
Que tu fais naître de mes mains chaque nuit
Et nos yeux
Ne trouvent pas le sommeil
Comment s'endormir quand l'arbre est en feu
Devant le soleil
Dieu, que je t'aime chaque nuit
Que tu m'aimes chaque nuit
Que la route est belle chaque nuit
Chaque nuit
Quand l'oiseau du paradis fait sa ronde
J'ouvre la porte à mon amour
Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde
En attendant le retour
Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre
Dans la chambre nue
Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu
Mon amour
Je ne veux plus jamais voir le jour
Maandag 14 februari 1977
Roses In The Rain
Roses In The Rain
Composer(s): Al Frisch; Fred Wise; Frankie Carle
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
We don't mind if clouds descend or if skys are gray
Let me tell you how we'll spend this lovely rainy day
When rain drops glisten, why sit and listen
Behind our window pane
Let's stroll out yonder, so we can wander
Thru roses in the rain
We'll watch the showers, that kiss the flowers
Perhaps we'll do the same
And I am hopin', your heart will open
Like roses in the rain
Won't we be a lucky girl and fella
We'll never care how dark it seems
When we're trading in an old umbrella
For a million bright new dreams
Before the rain goes, we'll look for rain-bows
That bloom in lovers lane
Till sunlight settles, upon the petals
Of roses in the rain ...
Zondag 13 februari 1977
Then (Charles Aznavour)
Then
((French Version: Mais C'était Hier (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
We were happy then
Burning up the days, the kind of place will last so long
Busy making hay, every dizzy day, sung a summer song
Saying come what may, nothing could go wrong
We were hungry then
Sharing every crust, often halfway bust, often halfway poor
Close enough to touch, nothing mattered much, somehow we'd endure
We were both so young, we were both too sure
They had a glow, they had a shine
Those days of hope and cheap white wine
Suddenly one day, summer ebbed away, winter came to stay
Days are colder now
And the rain falls down on a lonesome town, sighing for the past
And I'm older now, wise enough to know, summers never last
We were both so blind, and we ran too fast
(Days would last forever then)
(Not too late for lovers then)
(Lots of time to breathe the ??? air)
But suddenly one day, summer ebbed away, winter came to stay
Days are colder now
And the rain falls down on a lonesome town, sighing for the past
And I'm older now, wise enough to know, summers never last
And that song we knew
Won't be sung again
For the song was you
And the time was then
Zondag 13 februari 1977
Concerto For Two
Concerto For Two
Composer(s): Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky; Jack Lawrence
Performer(s): Anne Shelton; Ted Heath; Claude Thornhill
And when we meet, music starts
Upon the strings of our hearts
And we don't keep to the song
For words are weak when love is strong
And when we kiss there's a sound
Like violins all around
And then the moment when
We kiss again
Our song becomes a thrilling
Concerto for two
For me and you
Zondag 13 februari 1977
Roses Blue
Roses Blue
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she's lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to
She's gotten to mysterious devotions
She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen
She's gotten into tarot cards and potions
She's laying her religion on her friends
On her friends, on her friends
Friends who come to ask her for their future
Friends who come to find they can't be friends
Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her
She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when
Won't say when, won't say when
When all the black cards come you cannot barter
No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr
It is her blackest spell she puts you in
Puts you in, puts you in
In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you
Inside your own self-pity there you swim
In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you
And only with your laughter can you win
Can you win, can you win
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm before you sink
To win the solitary truth you're after
You dare not ask the priestess how to think
How to think, how to think
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she's lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to
Zaterdag 12 februari 1977
(Theme From) Valley Of The Dolls
