Dinsdag 6 december 1977
Je Change Un Peu De Vent
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Je Change Un Peu De Vent
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Maandag 5 december 1977
Those Oldies But Goodies (Remind Me Of You)
Those Oldies But Goodies (Remind Me Of You)
Composer(s): Paul Politti - Nick Curinga
Performer(s): Little Caesar & The Romans; Nino & the Ebb Tides
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
I always remember the first night we met
The songs they were playing I never will forget
I always will treasure them so close to my heart
They always will haunt me although we're apart
Each time that I hear them a tear's bound to fall
For I love those memories that I, I-I recall
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do?
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of... you
(Oldies but goodies reminds me of you)
"Yes, dear, they are playin' our songs
And they will always remain our songs
And each time you hear them, I hope you, too, will cherish the wonderful memories that our love once knew
For these songs are just a symbol of the love that I had for you"
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do?
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of... you
(Oldies but goodies reminds me of you)
Maandag 5 december 1977
Crumbling Land
Crumbling Land
Composer(s): David Gilmour; Nick Mason; Roger Waters; Richard Wright
Performer(s): Pink Floyd
In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high
On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
drinking in the clear blue well
back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line
Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
screaming, dealing, movie man
Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
gliding high into the sky
By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
upon the finger of the king
on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun
Maandag 5 december 1977
Crumbling Land
Crumbling Land
Composer(s): David Gilmour; Nick Mason; Roger Waters; Richard Wright
Performer(s): Pink Floyd
In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high
On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
drinking in the clear blue well
back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line
Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
screaming, dealing, movie man
Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
gliding high into the sky
By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
upon the finger of the king
on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun
Maandag 5 december 1977
Je Bois À Sa Santé
Je Bois À Sa Santé
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Eh! Barman
S'il vous plait!
Il est tard
Oui, je le sais
Et elle ne viendra pas
Mais tant pis
Je bois à sa santé
Les filles, je le sais trop
C'est comme les métros
Une autre passera dans ma vie
Je bois à sa santé
Hé, mais soudain
Oui, la voilà
Non, je ne rêve pas
Mais pourquoi sont-elles trois
Bah, tant pis!
Je bois à leur santé
Zondag 4 december 1977
Those Magic Changes
Those Magic Changes
Composer(s): Warren Casey - Jim Jacobs
First release by: Sha-Na-Na - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
What's that playing on the radio?
Why do I start swaying to and fro?
I have never heard that song before
But if I don't hear it anymore
Still familiar to me sends a thrill right to me
Plus those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to
Those magic changes
My heart arranges
A melody that's never the same
A melody thats calling your name
And betcha please come back to me
Please return to me
Don't go away again or make them play again
The music I want to hear at once again
You whisper in my ear oh my darling
I'll be waiting by the radio
You'll come back to me some day I know
Been so long since our last goodbye
But I'm singing as I cry
While the bass is sounding while the drums are punding
Beating of my broken heart will rise to first place in the charts
Oh my heart arranges
Oh those magic changes
Zondag 4 december 1977
Crumblin' Down
Crumblin' Down
Composer(s): G.C. Green - John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp
Some people ain't no damn good
You can't trust 'em
You can't love em
No good deed goes unpunished
And I don't mind being their whipping boy
I've had that pleasure
For years and years
No, no I never was a sinner
Tell me what else can I do
Second best is what you get
'Til you learn to bend the rules
Time respects no person
And when you lift up must fall
They're waiting outside
To claim my crumblin' walls
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don't want to treat me the same
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy
That I'm uneducated
And my opinipn means nothin'
But I know I'm a real good dancer
Don't need to look over my shoulder
To see what I'm after
Everybody's got their problems
Ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble
You've been having for years
Don't confuse the problem
With the issue, girl
It's perfectly clear
Just a human desire
To have you come near
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down
When the walls
Come (tumblin' down)
When the walls
Come (rumblin', rumblin')
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Down
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me
You can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
When the walls
(When the walls)
Come tumblin' down
When the walls
Come crumblin', crumblin'
When the walls
Come tumblin', tumblin'
Crumblin', tumblin'
Down
Zondag 4 december 1977
Je Bois
Je Bois
English & Italian Titles:
I Drink; Io Bevo
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je bois pour oublier mes années d'infortune
Et cette vie commune
Avec toi mais si seul
Je bois pour me donner l'illusion que j'existe
Puisque trop égoïste
Pour me péter la gueule
Et je lève mon verre à nos cœurs en faillite
Nos illusions détruites
A ma fuite en avant
Et je trinque à l'enfer qui dans mon foie s'impose
En bouquet de cirrhose
Que j'arrose en buvant
Je bois au jour le jour à tes fautes, à mes fautes
Au temps que côte à côte
Il nous faut vivre encore
Je bois à nos amours ambigus, diaboliques
Souvent tragi-comiques
Nos silences de mort
A nos unions ratées, mesquines et pitoyables
A ton corps insatiable
Roulant de lit en lit
A ce serment, prêté la main sur l'Évangile
A ton ventre stérile
Qui n'eut jamais de fruit
Je bois pour échapper à ma vie insipide
Je bois jusqu'au suicide
Le dégoût la torpeur
Je bois pour m'enivrer et vomir mes principes
Libérant de mes tripes
Ce que j'ai sur le cœur
Au bonheur avorté, à moi, à mes complexes
A toi, tout feu, tout sexe
A tes nombreux amants
A ma peau boursouflée, striée de couperose
Et à la ménopause
Qui te guette au tournant
Je bois au lois bénies de la vie conjugale
Qui de peur de scandale
Poussent à faire semblant
Je bois jusqu'à la lie aux étreintes sommaires
Aux putes exemplaires
Aux froids accouplements
Au meilleur de la vie qui par lambeaux nous quitte
A cette cellulite
Dont ton corps se dépare
Au devoir accompli comme deux automates
Aux ennuis de prostate
Que j'aurais tôt ou tard
Je bois à en crever et peu à peu j'en crève
Comme ont crevé mes rêves
Quand l'amour m'a trahi
Je bois à m'en damner le foie comme une éponge
Car le mal qui me ronge
Est le mal de l'oubli
Je m'enivre surtout pour mieux noyer ma peine
Et conjurer la haine
Dont nous sommes la proie
Et le bois comme un trou qu'est en tout point semblable
A celui que le diable
Te fait creuser pour moi
Je bois mon Dieu, je bois
Un peu par habitude
Beaucoup de solitude
Et pour t'oublier toi
Et pour t'emmerder toi
Je bois, je bois
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin'
You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
You'll wish that summer could always be here
You'll wish that summer could always be here
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Cruising Down The River
Cruising Down The River
Composer(s): Eily Beadell - Nell Tollerton
Performer(s): Russ Morgan
and multiple other artists
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
With one you love, the sun above
Waiting for the moon
The old accordian playing
A sentimental tune
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
The birds above, all sing of love
A gentle sweet refrain
The winds around, all make a sound
Like softly falling rain ...
Just two of us together
We'll plan our honeymoon
Cruising down the river
On a Sunday afternoon
Zaterdag 3 december 1977
Je Blijft Me Lief
Je Blijft Me Lief
Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos
Refrein:
Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je vrij, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan je bent vrij man
Maar komt terug,… zo nu en dan
Ik weet het wel, jij wilt geen al te vaste band
Jij houdt de liefde in de hand
Ik weet het wel jij leeft van dag tot dag, tot dag
Je gaat niet zomaar over stag
Refrein:
Ik weet het wel, jij vind dat ik weer spoken zie
Als ik je vraag waar of je was en met wie
Ik weet het wel, ik zie het niet zo erg reëel
Misschien wil ik, wel, veel te veel
refrein
Ik weet het wel, je bent me lang niet altijd trouw
En toch hou ik alleen van jouw
Ik weet het wel, je hebt het mij al vaak gezegd
Je bent toch erg, aan, mij, gehecht
Refrein:
Je blijft me lief men leven lang
Ik laat je gaan, wees maar niet bang
Ik laat je gaan op jouw advies
Dan ben ik bang ... dat ik je zo verlies
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Those Days Are Over
Those Days Are Over
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Edward P. Moran - Harry Von Tilzer
Let's take a look in memry's book back to the days of yore
Back to the school old swimmin' pool wel'll just be kids once more
Let's wander back where we used to sit and dram
Down by the old mill stream
Let's climb the hill down by the mill pile on the old bob sled
Coasting we'll go roll in the snow until our cheeks grow red
Oh for the days of the olden golden pas
They were too good to last
Where are the days of long ago?
Those days are over those days are over all over
Where is the barefoot bashful beau? the one who wrote "I love you so"
Oh! Sweet childhood days so dear to you and me
Sweet wildwood ways are just a memory
Gee! but it makes me sad some how
Those days are over over now
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Cruisin' (Smokey Robinson)
Cruisin'
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson - Marvin Tarplin
First release by: Smokey Robinson - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Baby let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so
Let the music take your mind, ooh
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're goin' my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Baby tonight belongs to us
Everything's right, do what you must
And inch by inch we get closer and closer
To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So
Let the music take your mind
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruise with me baby
Cruise
Baby let's cruise
Let's flow, let's glide
Ooooh let's open up, and go inside
And if you want it you got it forever
I can just stay there inside you
And love you baby
Let the music, take your mind
Just release and you will find
You're gonna fly (away)
Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way
I love it, when we're cruisin together
The music is played for love
Cruisin' is made for (love)
I love it, I love it, I love it
You're gonna fly away
Yeah, glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together
(The music is played for love)
It's love music
(Cruisin' is made for love) ...
Vrijdag 2 december 1977
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Une rue sans joie où les sbires
Tout seuls ne s'aventurent pas
Un coupe-gorge et même pire
La venelle où traînaient mes pas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et cett' rue je l'ai traversée
Comm' l'avenue des Champs-Élysées
{Refrain:}
Je bivouaque au
Pays de Co
cagne depuis
Que j'ai bouté
La vérité
Au fond du puits
Beauté du diable et qui n'inspire
Pas l'envie d'aller en sabbat
Epouvantail et même pire
La fille m'offrant ses appas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et j'ai changé cette petite
En une Vénus Aphrodite
{Refrain}
Quatre anges déchus qui soupirent
Si peu qu'on ne les entend pas
Jamais étreinte ne fut pire
Jamais amour vola si bas!
Mais j'avais mangé du poète
Je marchais un peu sur la tête
Et quittant doucement la terre
Je fus à bon port à Cythère
{Refrain}
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
