Dinsdag 29 juni 1971
Marie Laveau
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Marie Laveau
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein - Baxter Taylor
First release by: Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
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Dinsdag 29 juni 1971
Gigi L'Amoroso (English Version)
Gigi L'Amoroso
German & Japanese Titles:
Gigi, Der Geliebte; Koisuru Gigi
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Maybe someday you'll come
To the village I'm from
Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli
Where each Saturday night
As the vino takes flight
We sing and dance and love of life is free
Giorgio plays the guitar
Sandro the mandolin
And me I dance and bang on the tambourine
But when Gigi appears
The hurrahs and the cheers
Come from the crowd as he begins to sing
And in between each song
They shout and sing out strong
We love you
Gigi l'Amoroso
The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
Gigi l'Amoroso
If you only knew what you make us do
With your songs of desire
For each and every one his favourite song
Volare, Come Prima, Ö Sole Mio
Everyone loved Gigi,
the baker's wife would leave her shop just to hear him sing,
the notary's wife who was a saint blessed him and made the sign of the cross every time
he opened his mouth, and the widow, the young one
tore her wigs to shreds and put on fancy lace
and on and on, everyone loved Gigi
even me, even me, but…
Came a lady one day
Rich as all USA
Who told him Hollywood wasn't very far
Oh ! he liked what he heard
And believed every word
Like Valentino he'd become a star
We were all at the boat
With a lump in our throat
To wish him well and show him how much we cared
Everyone in the crowd were all openly proud
He'd made it now beyond the village square
And when he said Goodbye
We all began to cry
We love you
Gigi l'Amoroso
The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
Gigi l'Amoroso
If you only knew what you make us do
With your songs of desire
Arrivederci, Gigi, much success
The tears you see are tears of happiness
Gigi...
We stayed 'till the boat was out of sight
and we all returned to the village, but
it wasn't the same after he left
Everything seemed different
the baker's wife refused to light the oven
the notary's wife, wouldn't even talk to her husband
she just kept counting her beads
and the widow, the young one, cried and went into mourning for a second time
And me...
Many days have gone by
Oh the years how they fly
The fountain even cried we all missed him so
Not a word, not a sign
My heart measured the time
Oh Gigi, Gigi why did you have to go?
Our performance went on
But the spirit was gone
Each song we sang was only a memory
At the end of our show
As the silence would grow
Each night I'd hear his haunting melody
If you only knew
What you make us do
With your songs of desire
Gigi...
Gigi!?
Is that you in the shadow?
It is you Gigi
come closer!
Oh let me look at you
You are crying ? But why are you crying?
Oh! l'American!
Now I understand
what do they know except Rock and Roll and "Baby, Baby, Baby"
That's not for you, you are Giuseppe, Fabrizio, Luca Santini
and you are Napoletano!
Listen Gigi, listen... that's Giorgio playing
and that, that's Sandro's mandolin
wait, Gigi, wait!
I'll get my tambourine
wait, you can't leave like that!
This is your home!
Listen... you hear them Gigi?
The whole town is coming!
They want you to sing Gigi!
To sing for them
They love you Gigi, everybody loves you
Sing Gigi! Canta! Bravo!!! Bravo!
Carmella, Carmella Carmella lo sai che é arrivato Gigi Cesarina
Cesarina scendi è arrivato Gigi da Hollywood!
Ma se te lo dico io che é arrivato scendi no
Guaglione, guaglione guaglione corri va a dire a zio Gennaro Che é arrivato lo zio
Gigi dall'America Bravo!
To each and everyone his favourite song
Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio
We love you Gigi l'Amoroso
The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
Gigi l'Amoroso
If you only knew what you make us do
With your songs of desire
To each and everyone his favourite song
Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio
We love you Gigi l'Amoroso...
Maandag 28 juni 1971
Luchín
Luchín
Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara; Inti-Illimani; Francesca Ancarola
Fragil como un volantin
en los techos de barrancas
jugaba el niño Luchin
con sus manitos moradas
con la pelota de trapo
con el gato y con el perro
el caballo lo miraba
En el agua de sus ojos
se bañaba el verde claro
gateaba a su corta edad
con el potito embarrado
con la pelota de trapo
con el gato y con el perro
el caballo lo miraba
El caballo era otro juego
en aquel pequeño espacio
y al animal parecia
le gustaba ese trabajo
con la pelota de trapo
con el gato y con el perro
y con Luchito mojado
Si hay niños como Luchin
que comen tierra y gusanos
abramos todas las jaulas
pa' que vuelen como pajaros
con la pelota de trapo
con el gato y con el perro
y tambien con el caballo
Maandag 28 juni 1971
Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John
and various other artists
And now I know
Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city
Until you’ve seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the lord there’s people out there like you
I thank the lord there’s people out there like you
While mona lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can’t and that is why
They know not if it’s dark outside or light
This broadway’s got
It’s got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I’ll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city
Subway’s no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the lord for the people I have found
I thank the lord for the people I have found
Maandag 28 juni 1971
Gigi In Paradiso
Gigi In Paradiso
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Elle va vous raconter la suite
elle va vous raconter la suite
Elle va vous raconter la suite...
Et Gigi chanta et Gigi resta
et comme on ne reviens pas d'Amérique sans avoir rien rapporté
Là bas Gigi avait appris à danser
Et notre spectacle s'améliorait, s'agrandissait
Il m'avait même dit qu'un jour on allait se marier
mais Gigi
Gigi ne savait rien refuser aux femmes
Et quand la veuve du colonel lui demanda un rendez-vous
sans hésiter il y été
Je vais vous raconter la suite si le début est un peu triste
Attendez... avant de pleurer
Un soir la veuve du colonel dans un double crime passionnel
A tirer... Gigi est tombé
Gigi moqueur, Gigi farceur
Gigi je n'entends plus ton cœur
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Le lendemain tous le village lui rendit un dernier hommage
En chantant toutes ses chansons
Gigi l'amant, Gigi l'ami, Gigi adieu, Gigi fini
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Et depuis plus rien n'était pareil
Ni le temps, ni les couleurs, ni la vie
Sandro c'est mis à boire, Gorgio quitta le pays sans rien dire
Et moi, moi je passait mes nuits chez les voyantes du village
pour essayer de communiquer avec lui
mais rien, pas un signe, pas un message, pas un mot
pas un présage, rien!
On a tellement pleurer,
Tu es fier de toi Gigi, tu es fière de
toi hein ?
On a tellement prier
Mais qu'es ce que tu avait besoin d'aller
là bas ce soir là
On a tellement pleurer
Et on va se marier, et on ne se quittera
plus jamais
Et je n'aime que toi, mais tu as été hein
On a tellement prier
Tu ne pouvais pas t'en empêcher
Et alors tant pis, tant pis pour moi
Et tant pis pour toi
Et puis, et puis qu'es ce que j'ai à te parler
comme si tu étais la haut hein?
Avec tout ce que tu as fait tu devrais en bas
en train de brûler en enfer, en enfer...
Oh! oh Gigi, Gigi pardon
Yolanda Yolanda serafino veut te parler
Serafino?
O solio de Gigi!
Tu as rêvé de Gigi?
Oui! il m'avait dit quand il est arrivé devant Saint Pierre
C'est vrai?
Oui!
Non et prenons
Joseph fabricio Luis cassantini
Age
Trente trois ans, moins un mois
Née à
Poissoni près de Napôli
Ah ! c'est toi que l'on à surnommer gigi
l'amoroso
Oeil de velours croquer d'amour
Oh Saint pierre c'est quand même un peu
exagéré !
Gigi il y a plus de prière qui m'arrive
pour toi de Pouzoli
Que de l'Italie toute entière
Mon fils tes pêcher sont les pêchers comparé aux poids de ses prières
Entre je ne peux pas te refuser au Paradis
Merci, Grazzie, Grazzie
Gigi in pardiso... Gigi in paradiso
Gigi in para... Non in Pardisco
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Gigi, Gigi entra au Paradis, déconcerté pas sûr de lui
Fallait-il seulement qu'il sourit, les Anges étaient fous de Gigi
Il donna des galas gratuits, les Saints ont chantés toute la nuit
Il leur parla de ses amis qui, un jour allaient rejoindre
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis
Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Oh, oh, oh oh
Sing your songs of long ago
Tu peux chanter en Anglais
Comme tu l'as toujours rêver
It's now or never
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis
Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Gigi visita toutes les planètes, fît de Vénus sa discothèque
Prît les étoiles comme projecteurs, chaque soir c'était le malheur
Gigi, il chante il danse jusqu'au matin, du Disco à ses vieux refrains
il est enfin devenu star, il nous attends tous les soirs
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis
une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Oh, oh oh, oh
Sing your songs of long ago
Tu peux chanter en Anglais
Comme tu l'as toujours rêver
It's now or never
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis
Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Et voilà que Giorgio revient et remplace
sa guitare par une guitare électrique,
Sandro ne joue plus de la mandoline, il joue les synthétiseurs et la tumba
Et moi... Moi j'apprend à danser
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis
une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Oh, oh, oh oh
Sing your songs of long ago
Tu peux chanter en Anglais
Comme tu l'as toujours rêver
It's now or never
"Et voilà c'était une belle
histoire, mais nous ont à envie d'y croire
Vous voyez les Napolitains aiment les choses qui finisse bien
Pour nous Gigi est toujours vivant et il nous attends"
O sole mio
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis
Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Zondag 27 juni 1971
Luche Y Luche
Luche Y Luche
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha
pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha
Pueblo unido, nunca vencido
pueblo unido, nunca vencido
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular
y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Pobre, el pobre que no luche
siempre callado nomás
Le han de robar su guitarra
nunca más ha de cantar
Qué cosas tiene mi pueblo
que no las puedo callar
Cualquiera viene y le ofende
y el calladito nomás
Pero guarda el que trampea
pero guarda el que le miente
Porque mi pueblo no es tonto
porque mi pueblo es valiente
Porque mi pueblo algún día
cuando la sangre reviente
Habrá de salir cantando
con un fusil en la frente
Y entonces no habrá más niños
durmiendo bajo los puentes
Ni obreros, ni campesinos
siempre apretando los dientes
Porque mi pueblo es de machos!
Y nadie me lo desmiente
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular
y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Zondag 27 juni 1971
Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile
Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile
Composer(s): Johnny Cunningham
Performer(s): David Allan Coe
Mona Lisa lost her smile
The painter's hands are trembling now
And if she's out there running wild
It's just because I taught her how
The masterpiece that we had planned
Is laying shattered on the ground
Mona Lisa lost her smile
And the painter's hands are trembling now
And the eyes that used to burn for me
Now they no longer look my way
And the love that used to be
Why, it just got lost in yesterday
And if she seems cold to the touch
Well there used to burn a flame
I gave too little, took too much
Till I erased the painter's name
Mona Lisa lost her smile
The painter's hands are trembling now
And if she's out there running wild
It's just because I taught her how
The masterpiece that we had planned
Is laying shattered on the ground
Mona Lisa lost her smile
And the painter's hands are trembling now
Mona Lisa lost her smile
The painter's hands are trembling now
And if she's out there running wild
It's just because I taught her how
The masterpiece that we had planned
Is laying shattered on the ground
Mona Lisa lost her smile
And the painter's hands are trembling now
Zondag 27 juni 1971
Gigi
Gigi
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Vic Damone;
and various other artists
She's a babe
Just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth
And all her baby curls
She's a tot
Just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee
I am positive that she
Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls
She's a snip
Just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile to take her from her pen
Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And on the whole a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
At least not once was she a bore
That I recall
No, not at all
Ah! She's a child
A silly child
Adolescent to her toes
And good heaven how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
She's a child
A clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape
And she doesn't have a shape
Where her figure ought to be
It is not!
Just a child
A growing child
That's so backward for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he will never call again!
She's a scamp and a brat
Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men
Of course, I must confess
That in that brand new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock in fact to me
The most amazing shock to see
The way it clung
On one, so young!
She's a girl
A little girl!
Getting older, it is true
which is what they always do
till that unexpected hour
when they blossom like a flower!
Oh no (2x)
But...but
There's sweeter music when she speaks
Isn't there?
Could I be wrong?
Could it be so?
Oh where, oh where did Gigi go?
Gigi! Am I a fool without a mind
Or have I merely been too blind to realise?
Oh Gigi! Why you've been growing up before my very eyes
Gigi! You're not at all
That funny, awkward little girl, I knew
Oh no! Over night there's been a breathless change in you
Chorus Verse:
Oh Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink
was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
Oh Gigi! Have I been standing up too close
or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire?
And your warmth become desire?
Oh what miracle has made you the way you are?
Gigi! (3x)
Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you
Oh Gigi!
Repeat Chorus Verse
Zaterdag 26 juni 1971
Luces En El Mar
Luces En El Mar
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Zas
Con el viento al lado mío
luces en el mar
como quisiera volar
hasta las luces en el mar
¿De dónde vendrán?
No hay voces
ni sonidos
pero hay respuestas
Ahora que dudamos
(Luces en el mar)
Si somos ameba o Dios
(Luces en el mar)
hacen falta manos
para quitarnos las espinas de los pies
Las palabras viejas
perdieron su significado
Oh! nene
Con el viento al lado mío
luces en el mar
como quisiera volar
hasta las luces en el mar
¿De dónde vendrán?
No hay voces
ni sonidos
pero hay respuestas
Zaterdag 26 juni 1971
Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Originally performed by: Nat 'King' Cole
Covered by various other artists
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only `cos you're lonely they have blamed you
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Zaterdag 26 juni 1971
Gidget
Gidget
Composer(s): Fred Karger; Ned Washington
Performer(s): James Darren
She acts sorta teenage, just in-between age
Looks about four foot three
Although she's just small fry, just about so-high
Gidget is the one for me
A regular tomboy but dressed for a prom
Boy, how cute can one girl be?
Although she's not king size, her finger is ring-size
Gidget is the one for me
If she says she loves you
You can bet your boots she loves you
If she says she hates you
That can also mean she loves you
It very well may be she's just a baby speaking romantically
If that's a bad feature, I'll be the teacher
Gidget is the one for me
She's not much on glamour
And she should improve her grammar
Still I sigh and stammer
And my heart beats like a little ole hammer
Strictly from Dixie, face like a pixie
Shorter than girls should be
The rest of the shipment standard equipment
Just a doll in dungarees
But Gidget is the one for me
Spoken: She's it!!
Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Luces En El Calabró
Luces En El Calabró
Composer(s): Jaime Roos
Performer(s): Jaime Roos
Era una flaca diquera
De esas que llegan al bar
Abriéndose la campera
Desanudándose el chal
Era una flaca tuquera
De las que toman coñac
De las que no usan cartera
De las que piensan de más
Luces en los ventanales
Luces en el pantalón
Luces enredando el vaso
Luces en el Calabró
Luces en los ojos rojos
Luces en el corazón
Luces cayendo a pedazos
Luces tu primer pasón
De las pelo bien largo
De las que siempre andan mal
De las que guardan cigarros
En el bolsillo de atrás
Tan triste como un murguero
Tan fina como un laúd
De las que muestran el juego
De las que ganan al pool
Luces en los ventanales
Luces en el pantalón
Luces enredando el vaso
Luces en el Calabró
Luces en los ojos rojos
Luces en el corazón
Luces cayendo a pedazos
Luces tu primer pasón
Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Mona Ki Ngi Xiça
Mona Ki Ngi Xiça
Composer(s): Barceló “Bonga” de Carvalho
Performer(s): Bonga; Ruy Mingas
Attention! I’m in mortal danger
And I’ve already warned you
She will stay here and I will go away
This child of mine
Evil people are after her
This child of mine
On a tide of misfortune
God gave me this offspring
That I brought into the world
And she will stay here
When I am gone
Vrijdag 25 juni 1971
Giddy-Up-Go
Giddy-Up-Go
Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine
Performer(s): Red Sovine;
and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander
Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains
I guess I've drove about all of them
Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home
And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, I remember the first truck I drove
I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home and show my wife and little boy
And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old enough to say too many words
He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!"
So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad
Of course, I was gone a lot
And after about six years, I got home one day
And found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened
Nobody seemed to know
So from that day on it's been me and old Giddy Up, Go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops
And some of them would kid me about my little sign
Of course, they knew where I got the name
Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66
When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig
Both stacks blowing black coal
And as he pulled around and back in front of me
A big lump came in my throat
And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy Up, Go
Well, I pushed old Giddy Up and stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup
Well, we got to talking shop and I said
"How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?"
"Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck
That's what Mom talked about a lot
You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen
And I lost all track of Pop
Mama said he got the name from me"
I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck
nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go
Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about
And, buddy, I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back on old 66
And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow
As we go roaring down the road
And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Lucas
Lucas
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Les grands magasins vont fermer
Il se fait tard il faut rentrer
Donne-moi la main pour traverser Lucas
T'es drôle avec tous tes paquets
Le p'tit Snoopy, le gros Mickey
Ils sont deux fois plus hauts que toi Lucas
Et qu'est-ce qu'il fait beau en Provence
De vivre ici t'as de la chance
C'est comme si j'étais en vacances Lucas
Puis mon Dieu comme tu lui ressembles
Rien qu'à vous regarder ensemble
J'ai le cœur qu'à moins de 20 ans
Tu dors déjà dans le taxi
Tu fais des rêves d'un paradis
Où moi je n'y vais plus jamais Lucas
Ton père et moi il y a longtemps
On s'est aimés passionnément
Je l'ai quitté pour une chanson
Sinon tout va bien
Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien
Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien
Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs
Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain
Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain
Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Tu m'admires tant et puis tu m'aimes
Dans toute ta chambre mes photos traînent
Comme celle d'une star de cinéma Lucas
Si tu savais combien de fois
J'ai voulu échanger tout ça
Contre un été seule avec toi Lucas
Tu remplacerais tous les bravos
Quand le soir tombe le rideau
Que je ne suis plus qu'une femme seule Lucas
De te serrer contre mon cœur
Avec tes rires avec tes pleurs
Etre ta mère pour quelques heures
Sinon tout va bien
Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien
Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien
Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs
Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain
Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain
Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Le taxi vient de s'arrêter
Il faudra bien te réveiller
C'est pas facile de te quitter Lucas
Ta mère nous fait signe de la main
Va, elle t'attend dans le jardin
Et moi je reprends mon chemin
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Mona
Mona
Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel
Originally performed by: Bo Diddley
Covered by various other artists
I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'll build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometimes?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'm gonna build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometime?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
Donderdag 24 juni 1971
Giddy Up A Ding Dong
Giddy Up A Ding Dong
Composer(s): Freddie Bell; Joey Lattanzi
Performer(s): Freddie Bell;
and various other artists
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
Well now, I went ridin' the other night
I picked out a horse, oh, my what a sight
The name of my horse was a Ding Dong
While I was ridin' I was singin' a song
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
We rode and we rode the whole night through
The horse was tired and I was too
I had a date with my girl at eight
Come on Ding Dong, we can't be late
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
(Instrumental Break)
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong
Giddy up, a Ding Dong
Come on horse, let's roll along
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Luba The Baroness
Luba The Baroness
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties
You had three sons
Handsome husband by your side
I flirted with everyone
Your husband, aging but vain
With the ladies was quite renowned
Author of books made famous
On his years in the French Underground
But you, Luba, the Baroness
It was really your blue blood
No one could touch you with kid gloves
And no one ever should
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ciel
The youngest son Jerome
Brighter than he could be
Preferred the darkened corners
And was even a little too young for me
Tall and shy and crafty
He was oh so scholarly then
Got married later on
Had a child by the name of Julian
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother
On Russian aristocracy
With wits like sabre through silk
He was the wisest one
Married and remarried
Had a child by the name of Sebastian
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ciel
Ah my sweet Christophe
You were only seventeen
First family dinners with the gypsies
Finger chimes and tambourines
With candlelit eyes of experience
Oh how you laughed at me
As I became rapidly foolish
Under your gaze and on red burgundy
In sixty-nine your father died
I saw you in the years between
Handsome, impetuous son of the rich
Taking care of your mother, the queen
And you are married now as well
It was inevitable
Three day wedding in the south of France
To an angel named Annabelle
Recently I was in France
I called you on the phone
Caught racing back through memories
Luba was at home
Her voice sounded quite the same
As we touched on the amenities
Suddenly it fell and shattered
Like a thousand broken tiffanies
In November Jean Francoise died
We were all there by his side
Sorry, darling, that I cried
It's hard to keep these things inside
Where are you staying and how's your son?
No, we hardly told anyone
How long are you here, are you with someone?
Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone
Ah my sweet Christophe
Same damn voice
Hell of a way to become the eldest son
It's true you had no choice
And you and Annabelle
You must take care of her
Yes, I'll be over later on
And I'll bring my guitar
While going through things afterward
A letter she wrote and never sent
A single phrase stood out to you
These are the words and how it went ...
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le père du petit Sebastian
Nous attend dans le ciel
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde
Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Isabelle Boulay
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise
Et sur ma route il y a des trous
J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'églises
Mais les plus belles étaient chez nous
Mon village est loin, à l'autre bout du monde
Et ma maison n'est plus qu'une chanson
Comme la neige, mes rêves fondent
Buvons, mes frères, les vagabonds
Des Caraïbes aux Philippines
J'ai traîné ma carcasse un peu partout
Mais les chemins qui mènent à nos collines
Avaient des pierres douces à mes pieds nus
Mes camarades à l'autre bout du monde
C'est bien justice, m'ont oublié
Je leur adresse une colombe
Buvons, mes frères, à leur santé
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise
Pourtant la chance est souvent venue
Elle est bien brave, quoi qu'on en dise
Mais il ne faut pas trop dormir dessus
La pauvreté manque parfois de charme
Mais l'herbe est douce aux malheureux
Pas de discours et plus de larmes
Venez mes frères me dire adieu
Woensdag 23 juni 1971
Gib Einem Kind Deine Hand
