Vrijdag 24 juni 1977
Jackie Wilson Said
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Jackie Wilson Said (I'm In Heaven When You Smile)
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Donderdag 23 juni 1977
Stivaletti Rossi
Stivaletti Rossi ((aka Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano) - 1984))
((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): Dalida - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen)
1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)
Stai attento
Non va bene sempre
Non poi far di me cio che vuoi
Hai combinato i pastici che hai voluto
Non pensare che perdoni sempre te
Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
Ma per andarme de ne a te
Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
Ma per andarme de ne a te
Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
Io non sono comme tutte le altre
Stare sai e non vedrai
Non mantiene quelle cose che prometi
Non, ora piangerai
Le stivaletti rossi che piaciono poco a te
Io me le meterò
Ma per andarmene da te
Con la amore no devi giocare
Forse pensi che ormai io me ne andro
Io gia pensato
E ho deciso que un giorno
Tutto quanto finirà le stivaletti rossi che piaciono ma per andarmene da
Stivaletti rossi
Ce ne andiamo
Stivaletti rossi, ce ne andiamo
Donderdag 23 juni 1977
Coucher De Soleil
Coucher De Soleil
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Dans les eaux de la mer
On voit des reflets d'or
Quand le soleil s'endort
Dans les bras de la mer
Et le ciel se repose
La mer est un miroir
Où son bleu devient noir
Et ses nuages roses
Quand le soleil s'éteint
Les étoiles de la mer
Font un ciel à l'envers
Où dorment les dauphins
Dans les eaux de la mer
On voit des reflets d'or
Quand le soleil s'endort
Dans les bras de la mer
Donderdag 23 juni 1977
Jackie Blue
Jackie Blue
Composer(s): Steve Cash; Larry Lee
Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils;
Ron Dante; R. Stevie Moore; The Smashing Pumpkins
Oo, Jackie Blue
Lives her life from inside of her room
Hides a smile when she's wearin' a frown
Oo, Jackie you're not so down
You like your life in a free-form style
You'll take an inch but you'd love a mile
There never seems to be quite enough
Floating around to fill your lovin' cup
Oo, Jackie Blue
What's a game girl, if you never lose?
Ask a winner and you'll probably find
Oo, Jackie they've lost at sometime
Don't try to tell me
That you're not aware of what you're doing
Ant that you don't care
You say it's easy, just a natural thing
Like playing music, but you never sing
Oo, Jackie Blue
Making wishes that never come true
Going places where you've never been
Oo, Jackie Blue, you're going again
Oo, Jackie Blue
Lives her life from inside of her room
Makes you think that her life is a drag
Oo, Jackie, what fun you have had
Oo, Jackie, oo Jackie, oo, Jackie
Oo, Jackie.................
Woensdag 22 juni 1977
Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher
Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher
((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Eileen
Performer(s): Eileen - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida)
1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano)
1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)
Quand tu me dis que tu n'as pas de fille
Je sais parfaitement que tu mens
Tout le monde sait que tu me trompes souvent
Alors méfie-toi, je t'avertis vraiment
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Tu mens tellement que c'est plus fort que toi
Et tu n'sais jamais où est la vérité
Comme tous les enfants, tu crois être un homme
Mais toi, dans ma vie, tu ne m'as rien donné
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Toi, tu joues avec le feu et tu t'amuses
Mais un jour viendra où tu vas te brûler
Un autre a pris ta place et moi je l'aime
Et ce qu'il est, tu ne le seras jamais
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
Et tu vas l'regretter
Car je mettrai ces bottes
Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Woensdag 22 juni 1977
Cotton Picker
Cotton Picker
Composer(s): J. Capehart; Eddie Cochran
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran
Oh, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
(Bom-bom-bom)
No, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
(Bom-bom-bom)
You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
Shake the stars right out of the sky
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
You can make a-me sweat, make a-me steam
You can make a-me rock-rock-rock till I scream
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
Make a-me roll-roll-roll till I die
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
You can make a-me poor, make a-me rich
Make a-me want the seven-year-itch
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
You can make a-me sing, make a-me dance
Make a-me rock right out of my pants
But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
(Hey, hey you cottonpickers, right everybody, back to work)
Woensdag 22 juni 1977
Jack-Ass
Jack-Ass
Composer(s): Beck;
John King; Michael Simpson
Performer(s: Beck; Dr. Lonnie Smith;
South Austin Jug Band
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
Dinsdag 21 juni 1977
These Arms Of Mine
These Arms Of Mine
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning for mortiying you
And if you
Would let them
Hold you Oh how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning for mortiying you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you
And if you
Would let them hold you
Ohh how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman (yeah)
Just be my lover I need somebody
(Somebody to treat me right)
(Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight
And I need you tender lips too
Hold me, hold me
Dinsdag 21 juni 1977
Cotton Mill Man
Cotton Mill Man
Composer(s): Joe Langston
Performer(s): Jim & Jesse
I was born in the shadow
Of a cotton mill smoke stack
Down in Alabama's bottom land
Where my grand pappy broke his back
Pullin' on a cotton sack
To raise my pa to be a cotton mill man
I've got lots of memories
Government commodities
Probably need payment again
While the boss man on the hill
Bought his stake and then the field
Called up on to clean his mill
The cotton mill man
Lord don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man
I grew up in the gloom
Of a cotton mill weave room
With weaver's gluin' calluses
All over my hands
I didn't have a honeymoon
I couldn't leave my cotton loom
I swore my son would never
Be a cotton mill man
I watched my woman cry
When our baby daughter died
Why the doctor never came
We lacked the money but the fame
And I cussed the day
I became a cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man
The company taught us all the rules
On how to work with spinnin' spools
So the bosses son could drive a big black sedan
The company owned the houses
And the company owned the grammar school
You'll never see an educated cotton mill man
They figure you don't need to learn
Anything without you earn
The money that you pay a phone ammends
To the general store they own
Or else they'll take away your home
And give it to some other only cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man
Dinsdag 21 juni 1977
Jack The Ripper (Screaming Lord Sutch)
Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Bob Haggenbush;
Simmonds; Charles Stacey; Clarence Stacey
Performer(s): Screaming Lord Sutch
Ah-ha-ha, aaah!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With a little black bag that's oh-so tight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
He's got a big black cloak hangin' down his back
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
That's one big cat I just hate to fight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When she walks down the streets, he's never far behind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With his little black bag and his one track mind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, he really catches up when the lights go down
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
'Cause that's the time he starts his dirty chop-around
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Scotland Yard will never catch him, he's too clever
He's much too clever
But if they do, man they'll catch: The Ripper!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, the streets of London kinda never safe
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Whenever Jack The Ripper shows his face
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
So, you pretty little girlies, take a-my advice
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
And don't walk the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Oh yes, Mary! Where are you Mary?
I'm after you Mary, ha-ha-ha
With my knife Mary!
Ah-ah, sure, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Where are you?
Ha-ha-ha
Aaaah!
Maandag 20 juni 1977
These Are The Things I Love
These Are The Things I Love
Composer(s): Harold Barlow - Lewis Harris
Performer(s): Della Reese; Dizzy Gillespie; Sam Butera
The glow of sunset in the summer skies
The golden flicker of the fireflies
The gleam of lovelight in your loving eyes
These are the things I love
A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees
A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze
The look you give in answer to my pleas
These are the things I love
Once I thought that life was just a winter thing
My heart was cold, and then
You came to me and like a breath of spring
You turned the silver snow to gold!
A robin's serenade when day is through
A bubbling brook beside our rendez-vous
Your sweet voice whisp'ring darling, I love you
These are the things I love
Maandag 20 juni 1977
Cotton Jenny
Cotton Jenny
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Anne Murray
and multiple other artists
There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In a valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name
And she wakes him up when the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
When the new day begins, he goes down to the cotton gin
And he makes his time worth while to then
Then he climbs back up again
And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he's sore
And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels go round
Wheels go round
Love go round
Love go round
Love go round
Maandag 20 juni 1977
Jack The Ripper (Nationalteatern)
Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Anders Melander; Peter Wahlqvist
Performer(s): Nationalteatern
Det är nån som våldtar din mamma
på storvaruhusets golv
det är nån som kidnappar små små barn
och torterar dem med tuggummivåld
Han slipar sin kniv
sen tar han ditt liv
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper
det går en mördare lös
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper
vem vågar vittna när blodet frös
Han sliter hjärtat ur bröstet
på en ensam pensionär
han sätter en sil i en trasig själ
som förslavas av sitt eget begär
han smyger omkring på fabriken
och lemlästar din kropp
han hackar din hjärna i små små bitar
och krossar ditt sista hopp
Han slipar sin kniv
sen tar han ditt liv
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper,
det går en mördare lös........
I besvikelsens iskalla tystnad
han håller oss i sin hand
förgiftar vårt blod med lystnad
att långsamt förgöra varann
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper.....
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper.....
Zondag 19 juni 1977
These Are Not My People
These Are Not My People
Composer(s): Joe South
Performer(s): Joe South
and multiple other artists
Well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school
Never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool
With a credit card and your good name
You were drawn like a moth to a flame
To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass
These are not my people no
These are not my people
And it looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend
Well you find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
And you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died
Now you're rebels that have got no cause
Lord, you're tigers that have got no claws
Well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
Oh, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine
But you know I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean
'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
There gonna throw you away like last week's magazine
Zondag 19 juni 1977
Cotton Fields
Cotton Fields
Composer(s): Leadbelly
First recording by: Leadbelly - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
Zondag 19 juni 1977
Jack Of Speed
Jack Of Speed
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan; Phil Upchurch
Teddy's rolling now most every night
Skatin' backwards at the speed of light
He's changed - in a thousand little ways
He's changed - yes indeed
You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's
Hanging tight with the Jack of Speed
Sheena's party - there's a case in point
That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint
He's gone - he walks through the old routines
But he's gone - guaranteed
He may be sittin' in the kitchen, but he's
Steppin' out with the Jack of Speed
You maybe got lucky for a few good years
But there's no way back from there to here
He's a one way rider
On the shriek express
And his new best friend is at the throttle more or less
He can't hear you honey - that's alright
Pack some things and head up into the light
Don't stop - he'll be callin' out your name
But don't stop when you hear him plead
You better move now little darlin' or you'll be
Trading fours with the Jack of Speed
Zaterdag 18 juni 1977
There's Yes! Yes! In Your Eyes
There's Yes! Yes! In Your Eyes
Composer(s): Lester Santly - Cliff Friend
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch. - 1924
and multiple other artists
You fooled me, dear, now for a year
My heart you tantalize
But without a doubt, I have found out
The secret in your eyes
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I never knew just what to do
You had me fooled somehow
You made me guess, but I confess
I know your secret now
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
Zaterdag 18 juni 1977
Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cotton-Eyed Joe
(Traditional)
First recording and first release by: Dyke's Magic City Trio - 1927
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't you remember, don't you know
Don't you remember Cotton-eyed Joe?
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
What did make you treat me so?
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
He was de man dat sarved me so
Tuck my gal away fum me
Carried her off to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!
His teeth was out an' his nose was flat
His eyes was crossed, - but she did n't mind dat
Kase he was tall, and berry slim
An' so my gal she follered him
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!
She was de prettiest gal to be found
Anywhar in de country round
Her lips was red an' her eyes was bright
Her skin was black but her teeth was white
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!
Dat gal, she sho' had all my love
An' swore fum me she'd never move
But Joe hoodooed her, don't you see
An' she run off wid him to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!
Zaterdag 18 juni 1977
Jack Of Many Trades
Jack Of Many Trades
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Down in the Manpower office I was lookin' for work
When along comes a fellah in a big white shirt
He said "You'll have to state your occupation, Son"
He broke the lead of his pencil when I said "Which one?"
I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all
I'm a Fisherman, a Fireman, Repairman, a Cowboy
Roof Thatcher, Dog Catcher, Paymaster, Bellboy
Giant Killer, Diamond Driller, Pig Swiller, Milkman
Gas Pumper, Coal Dumper, Bounty Hunter, Bakerman
Surveyor, Bricklayer, Hockey Player, DeeJay
High Rigger, Grave Digger, Cotton Picker, Chess Player
I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all
I'm a Farmer, Snake Charmer, Doctor, a Lawyer
Muleskinner, Catskinner, Poker Player, Sawyer
Floor Sweeper, Meter Reader, Miner, Bum and Roamer
Moss Ligger, Ticker Tacker, Lumberjack, Astronomer
Blood Donor, Matador, Stevedore, Gunslinger
Pub Singer, Bell Ringer, Bookmaker, Dry Cleaner
I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all
I'm a Blacksmith, Junkman, Factory Worker, Lawman
Bus Driver, Cab Driver, Truck Driver, Weatherman
Squid Jigger, Babysitter, Carpenter, Psychiatrist
Body Man, Serviceman, Tailor, Archaeologist
Homemaker, Lawbreaker, Leaf Raker, Paperboy
A Busboy, a Water Boy, Black Boy, Loverboy
I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all
I'm an Oil Man, Train Man, a Garbage Collector
Mechanic, Professor, Teacher, Movie Director
Shoemaker, Cocainer, Bartender, Veterinary
Plumber, Tobacco Man, Barber and Plate Setter
Recorder, Salesman, Postman, Jailerman
Storeman, Butcher Man, Hydro Man, Potato Man
I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all
And if you have a job around, Sir
I'd be the man to call, Sir
I'd be the man to call
Vrijdag 17 juni 1977
There's Two Sides To Every Story
