Woensdag 30 november 1977
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
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Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
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Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Those Brown Eyes
Those Brown Eyes
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie - Alan Arkin - Bob Carey - Erik Darling
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
and multiple other artists
One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go"
Not one second would she wait
She kissed my cheek and left my gate
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
One night I met her on the street
I tipped my hat but I could not speak
Another man was by her side
Soon I thought she'd be his bride
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away
Six long years for me she cried
It was her brother by her side
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World
Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World
Composer(s): Johnny Clegg - Bobby Summerfield
Performer(s): Johnny Clegg & Savuka
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trush those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness
Maybe you lose hope too
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
When I feel your small body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
So few years to give you wings to fly
Show you the stars to guide your ship by
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
It's your world so live in it
Dinsdag 29 november 1977
Des Chansons Pop
Des Chansons Pop
Composer(s): F. Bernheim - G. Lajeunesse
Performer(s): Les Poppy's
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
J'ai entendu qu'il y a des garçons
Et puis de filles qui chantent des chansons
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Venez la nuit derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
Nous serons cent ou peut-être cent mille
Nous chanterons le nouvel Évangile
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Dans un grand champ ou le soleil décline
Nous pourrons dire et chanter tous en coeur
Tous réunis ce qu'on a dans le coeur
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline
Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline
Venez chanter les chants de la sagesse
Venez chanter les chants de la jeunesse
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête
Des chansons pop, musique populaire
Musique populaire
Maandag 28 november 1977
Prelude: Thoroughly Modern Millie
Prelude: Thoroughly Modern Millie
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
First release by: Julie Andrews - 1967
Millie:
There are those
I suppose
Think we're mad
Heaven knows
The world has gone
To rack and to ruin
What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable
They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able
But the fact is
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Check your personality
Everything today makes yesterday slow
Better face reality
It's not insanity
Says Vanity Fair
In fact, it's stylish
To raise your skirts and bob your hair
In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy
If the boy is kissable
And that tango dance they wouldn't allow
Now is quite permissible
Goodbye, good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Bands are gettin' jazzier
Everything today is starting to go
Cars are gettin' snazzier
Men say it's criminal
What women'll do
What they're forgetting is
This is Nineteen Twenty-Two
Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies?
Isn't it delectable?
Painting lips and pencil lining your brow
Now is quite respectable
Goodbye good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!
Maandag 28 november 1977
Cruel To Be Kind
Cruel To Be Kind
Composer(s): Nick Lowe; Ian Gomm
First release by: Stretch - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, I can´t take another heartache
Though you say oh my friend, I´m at my wit´s end
You say your love is bonafide, but that don´t coincide
With the things that you do and when I ask you to be nice
You say you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind means that I love you
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify and I want to know why
I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down
Again and again and when I ask you to explain
You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind means that I love you
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh.. ooh... ooh...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind means that I love you
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify and I want to know why
I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down
Again and again and when I ask you to explain
You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind means that I love you
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind ...
Maandag 28 november 1977
Noël 70
Noël 70
Composer(s): François Bernheim
Performer(s): Les Poppys
Pour tous les enfants de par le monde entier
Dont les pays sont en guerre plus souvent qu'en paix
Je déclare la trêve pour quelques instants
En qualité de Président des moins de vingt ans
Même si mon Etat n'a qu'un ambassadeur
Qui s'appelle l'Amour que j'ai dans le cœur
Et même si mon sceptre n'est qu'un petit hochet
Respectez-le car maintenant c'est
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Pour tous les Papas et toutes les Mamans
Pour tous les généraux et tous les présidents
Pour Jimmy Hendrix qui ne voulait pas voir
Pour les Blancs, les Rouges, les Jaunes ou bien les Noirs
Pour l'Ouest ou le Sud, ou l'Est ou bien le Nord
Pour tous les vivants qui distribuent la mort
Je demande une trêve pour que se passe en paix
Cette conférence au sommet
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Ecoutez-moi bien, je n'ai pas dans mes jouets
De radio-pirate, de journal de télé
Mais j'espère bien que j'aurai tout ça un jour
Pour ne vous parler que d'un sujet très court
En avant première la paix autour de moi
Au journal du soir la paix plus loin que ça
Pour en revenir à ce que je disais
La trêve car maintenant c'est: Noël...
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Zondag 27 november 1977
Thorn Tree In The Garden
Thorn Tree In The Garden
Composer(s): Bobby Whitlock
Performer(s): Derek & The Dominos
There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean
And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems
'Cause I miss her
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known
And no one ever shared more love than we've known
And I miss her
But it all seems so strange to see
That she'd ever turn her back on me
And leave without a last goodbye
And if she winds up walking the streets
Loving every other man she meets
Who'll be the one to answer why?
Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me
And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand
And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand
But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl
Maybe someday soon, somewhere
Zondag 27 november 1977
Crucigrama
Crucigrama
Composer(s): Luis Arcaráz
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Fuiste un crucigrama para mí
yo no comprendí tu amor
Cuerpo vertical, risa horizontal
boca que da un beso y que se va
Se cruzaron mi alma y tu mirar
como barcos en el mar
Sé que no podré nunca resolver
crucigramas del querer
Se cruzaron mi alma y tu mirar
como barcos en el mar
Sé que no podré nunca resolver
crucigramas del querer
Zondag 27 november 1977
Jazzy Retro Satanas
Jazzy Retro Satanas
Composer(s): Bernard Ilous; Gabriel Yared
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
une crooneuse à la voix d'garage
une poupée allumée au swing
une jazzwoman entre deux âges
qui rêve de r'montrer sur le ring
un premier prix de vibrato
ex-première page des magazines
qui s'déguise en reine du disco
pouvu qu'le jazz me laisse tranquille
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
ça sent l'brûlé ta cuisine
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
y a plus personne dans c'dancing
be bop a fermé sa boutique
usine à swing désaffectée
bye bye piano-bars nostalgiques
tant pis pour les fanas d'Broadway
j'entends des voix hello sisters
vous m'semblez bien désappointées
trop tard pour secouer vos shakers
je veux qu'le jazz me laisse tomber
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
n'viens pas ruiner mon feeling
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
j'peux plus stopper la machine
Zaterdag 26 november 1977
Thomas The Rhymer
Thomas The Rhymer
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Steeleye Span; Maddy Prior
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
And he beheld a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and bold
Come riding o'er the ferny brae
Her skirt was of the grass green silk
Her mantle of the velvet fine
At every lock of her horse's mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine
True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
And bowed him low down to his knee
`All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
Your like on earth I ne'er did see'
`No, no Thomas she said
That name does not belong to me
I am the queen of fair Elfland
And I have come to visit thee'
`You must go with me Thomas she said
True Thomas you must go with me
And must serve me seven years
Through well or woe, as chance may be'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
She turned about her milk white steed
And took Thomas up behind
And aye whenever her bridle rang
Her steed flew swifter than the wind
For forty days and forty nights
They rode through red blood to the knee
And they saw neither sun nor moon
But heard the roaring of the sea
And they rode on and further on
Further and swifter than the wind
Until they came to a desert wide
And living land was left behind
`Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road
So thick beset with thorns and briars?
That is the road to righteousness
Though after it but few enquire'
`Don't you see yon broad, broad road
That lies across the lily leaven?
That is the road to wickedness
Though some call it the road to heaven'
`Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road
That lies across the ferny brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland
Where you and I this night must go'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Zaterdag 26 november 1977
Crucifixión
Crucifixión
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Cuando sufres las cárceles del silencio
cuando duermes los sueños de la ignorancia
eres un crucificado
Cuando en tu sacrificio cobras desprecio
cuando mueres poco a poco cada día
eres un crucificado
Despiértate, despierta
de tu crucifixión
Cuando callas tus razones por el miedo
cuando a tus hijos ves crecer en el hambre
eres un crucificado
Cuando en vano clamas en este desierto
cuando siendo un hombre tan sólo eres sombra
eres un crucificado
Despiértate, despierta
de tu crucifixión
Zaterdag 26 november 1977
Jazzman
Jazzman
Composer(s): Carole King; Dave Palmer
Performer(s): Carole King;
and various other artists
Left me, won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean jazzman
When the jazzman's testifyin'
a faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified
Jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play
Jazzman, oh jazzman
When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low
It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near
Jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman
Vrijdag 25 november 1977
Thomas O'Malley Cat
Thomas O'Malley Cat
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Phil Harris
I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!
I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!
I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of avant garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or
Home-sweet-home in Paris
Magnifique, you all
I only got myself
And this big old world
When I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!
That's right
And I'm very proud of that
Yeah!
Vrijdag 25 november 1977
Crown Of Thorns
Crown Of Thorns
Performer(s): Lydia Lunch
Die a thousand times
A crown of thorns
Thrown off the shelf
My eyes are burnt
My cries in heat
I die for you
You try to hide
I'm hiding
Die a thousand times
For every lie you hide inside
Vrijdag 25 november 1977
Jazzin' The Blues Away
Jazzin' The Blues Away
Composer(s): Dick Heinrich; Jeff Branen
Performer(s): Rosy McHargue
Mister let me tell you this is no place to be
I just got to beat it you can take it from me
Slip on your tuxedo and grab your hat
No use hanging 'round this flat
Let's all go
Wait until you hear that moanin' groanin' trombone
Played by Alexander he can't let it alone
Crashing of them cymbals fills you with "pep"
Ev'rybody watch your step
Let's all go
Down to the hall down to that Ebony ball
That one place I always lose those doggone Indigo blues
because I'm sure to meet my Honey
the gal that gets my money
Mister Jazz and his band
They sure do make you feel grand
My goodness how they can play while with your baby you sway
They are Jazzin' the Blues away
Donderdag 24 november 1977
Les Moustaches De Thomas
Les Moustaches De Thomas
Performer(s): Fernandel
D'son grand-père et d'son père, Thomas avait hérité
Les moustaches héréditaires qu'il avait déjà bébé
A l'âge de jouer aux billes, ça lui servait pas beaucoup
Mais à l'âge de plaire aux filles, c'était un fameux atout!
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
En passant sous les arcades, chaque soir après minuit
C'est la même sérénade que l'on entend dans la nuit
C'est la même sérénade, mais jamais au même endroit
A vraiment, elles se baladent, les moustaches de Thomas
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Quand on embrasse une fille, comme c'est toujours dans le cou
Faut voir comme elle se tortille, ça lui fait des "goulou-goulou"
Et si elle appelle sa mère, ce n'est pas pour qu'elle rapplique
Ce serait plutôt l'contraire, pas besoin que j'vous explique
Mama, Mama, Aïe! Mama! Ça me chatouille, j'aime ça
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Pour son service militaire, hélas Thomas s'en alla
Et plus d'une fille regretèrent, ses moustaches, écétéra
Quand il revient au village, après avoir fait son temps
Dans la rue, sur son passage, chantait le coeur des enfants
Papa, Papa, Aïe! Papa! Criait les gosses à Thomas
Ils avaient tous, comme Thomas
Ils avaient tous, quelle splendeur! Des belles moustaches de sapeur!
Donderdag 24 november 1977
Crown Of Creation
Crown Of Creation
Composer(s): Paul Kantner
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane; Jefferson Starship
You are the Crown of Creation
You are the Crown of Creation
and you've got no place to go
Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for
in the only way that it's granted
in a place among the fossils of our time
In loyalty to their kind
they cannot tolerate our minds
In loyalty to our kind
we cannot tolerate their obstruction
Life is Change
How it differs from the rocks
I've seen their ways too often for my liking
New worlds to gain
My life is to survive
and be alive
for you
Donderdag 24 november 1977
Jazz Police
Jazz Police
Composer(s): Jeff Fisher; Leonard Cohen
Performer(s): Leonard Cohen
Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?
Nothing's happened in a million years
I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning
Wednesday morning can't believe my ears
Jazz police are looking through my folders
Jazz police are talking to my niece
Jazz police have got their final orders
Jazzer, drop your axe, it's Jazz police!
Jesus taken serious by the many
Jesus taken joyous by a few
Jazz police are paid by J. Paul Getty
Jazzers paid by J. Paul Getty II
Jazz police I hear you calling
Jazz police I feel so blue
Jazz police I think I'm falling
I'm falling for you
Wild as any freedom loving racist
I applaud the actions of the chief
Tell me now oh beautiful and spacious
Am I in trouble with the Jazz police?
Jazz police are looking through my folders ...
They will never understand our culture
They'll never understand the Jazz police
Jazz police are working for my mother
Blood is thicker margarine than grease
Let me be somebody I admire
Let me be that muscle down the street
Stick another turtle on the fire
Guys like me are mad for turtle meat
Jazz police I hear you calling
Jazz police I feel so blue
Jazz police I think I'm falling
I'm falling for you
Woensdag 23 november 1977
This Year's Kisses
