Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
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Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
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Donderdag 1 december 1977
Those Good Old Days Back Home
Those Good Old Days Back Home
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Jimmie Monaco
I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train
I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again
I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams
mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam
you could live around the city years or more
and never get acquainted with the folks next door
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'"
I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb
(I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing
hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay
that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam
you could live around the city years or more
and never even know the folks that live next door
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'"
I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb
(I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Donderdag 1 december 1977
Cruisin' (Lucy And Ramona And Sunset Sam)
Cruisin' (Lucy And Ramona And Sunset Sam)
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): Michael Nesmith
Lucy and Ramona cruisin' thru the jungles of L.A.
Hopin' to promote a dream somewhere along the way
(They're) Rollin' thru the streets looking for a disco
Passin' up the treats from a kid named Cisco
Trying to make connections
With their blemish-free complexions
And just as fate would have it
They ended up with Sunset Sam
Sam was sellin' watches from a suitcase on a TV tray
And Lucy and Ramona were tryin' to figure out if he was gay
The three of them were standing staring at each other
When the light behind their eyes blew each other's cover
The ancient code was branded
And each of them was handed
A ticket to their kingdom
'Cause they saw their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy was from Compton and she met Ramona at a zoo
Ramona was from Brooklyn, but she left when she was twenty-two
Sam was a native of the Arizona desert
But he split when he was slated for some governmental make-work
Their differences subsided when the common bond was sighted
They were all from the same place
That made the famous Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
(Yes it is) Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam
People on the streets tryin' to find a plan
People on the streets just lookin' for the land
Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Donderdag 1 december 1977
L'École Est Finie
L'École Est Finie
English Title: School's Out
Composer(s): André Salvet;
Jacques Hourdeaux; Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila; Les Poppys
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Nous irons danser ce soir peut-être
Ou bien chahuter tous entre amis
Rien que d'y penser j'en perds la tête
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
J'ai bientôt dix-sept ans un cœur tout neuf
Et des yeux d'ange
Toi tu en as dix-huit mais tu en fais dix-neuf
C'est ça la chance
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
La cloche a sonné ça signifie
La rue est à nous que la joie vienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Donne-moi ta main et prends la mienne
Nous avons pour nous toute la nuit
On s'amusera quoi qu'il advienne
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Au petit matin devant un crème
Nous pourrons parler de notre vie
Laissons au tableau tous nos problèmes
Mais oui
Mais oui l'école est finie
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Meet Me On The Corner (Lindisfarne)
Meet Me On The Corner
Composer(s): Rod Clements
First release by: Lindisfarne - 1971
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
You won't have met me
So soon you'll forget
So don't mind me tugging at your sleeve
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Lay down your bundles
Of rag and reminders
And spread your wealth on the ground
Well I got time if you deal them mine
I'm just hanging around
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Cruisin' (Billy Connolly)
Cruisin'
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of blue
I don't know what I'm doin'
Can't keep my mind off you
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of green
I don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I've been
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of grey
It doesn't matter what I try, these feelings won't go away
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river of black
I'm cruisin', I'm on a river so black
The only thing I'm sure of, don't think I'll ever be back
Woensdag 30 november 1977
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre
English Title: No, I Don't Want To Make War
Composer(s): G. Péram; A. Iser
Performer(s): Les Poppys
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
America, mystère, fantôme, à Cuba, tout est okay
Oh, Calcutta, U.S. go home!
Je refuse, je vous connais
Et je m’amuse, et ça me plait
Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, s’il vous plait
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Bonsoir tristesse, adieu boing!
Où sont le loup et l’agneau?
Je vous comprends monsieur Yarring, mais la fleur a besoin d’eau
Et je suis un petit idiot
Mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, mais j’ai dix ans, et c’est beau
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Non, non, je ne veux pas
Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
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
