Zondag 15 november 1970
Milonga Sentimental
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Zondag 15 november 1970
Our Love Runs Deep
Our Love Runs Deep
Composer(s): Wayne Lewis
Performer(s): Barbara Weathers
Oh, my dear love has been stolen
He has been fooled by disguise
In a trance, he thought he saw beauty
Surrounded by an overwhelming light
But it was a lie, the thief who came at night
She has come from darkness
Now I must go to his rescue
I'll never leave him alone ever
I hear him calling
Oh, but ever softly does he weep
But he'll never die for I will find him soon
All because our love runs deep
I feel the pain of his heart aching
Just as I know he feels mine
For our hearts beat at the same time
And one should never separate this kind
Of love you cannot find except for deep inside
That very good and special place
And the beat of his heart grows weaker
By each and every hour
Yet and still, I hear him calling
Oh, but ever softly does he weep
But he will never die for I will find him soon
All because our love runs deep
Oh and now I must go to his rescue
I'll never leave him alone ever
I hear him calling
Oh, but ever softly does he weep
I know that he needs me by his side
But he'll never die for I will find him soon
All because our love runs deep
Zondag 15 november 1970
On A Slow Boat To China
On A Slow Boat To China
(Danish Version: I En Robåd Til Kina - 1966)
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
First recording/First release by: Benny Goodman - 1947/1948
Covered by multiple other artists
I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to my self alone
Get you to keep you in my arms evermore
Leave all your lovers (lovelies)
Weeping on the faraway shore
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shinny
Melting your heart of stone
I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to my self alone
Zaterdag 14 november 1970
Milonga De Gauna
Milonga De Gauna
Performer(s): Jaime Roos
El dolor se le fue
Como por artimaña
Vaya uno a saber
Si es así o se engaña
Su sonrisa final
Vaya uno a saber
Lo que quiso Gauna
Dicen que su canción
Ya estaba cantada
Quién pudiera decir hoy
Si sabía Gauna
Que en aquel carnaval
Cumpliría su rol
Misterios del alma
Emilio Gauna
Murió en Palermo
En una noche de carnaval
Acuchillado en un mano a mano
Que se arrastraba de años atrás
Una duda resultó
Ser mucho más fuerte
Una duda que enterró
El miedo a la muerte
En su ciego puñal
Una duda murió
En su cuerpo inerte
El valor le llegó
Cuando era debido
El coraje que pidió
Le fue concedido
Encontró a su rival
Ni perdió ni ganó
Se marchó tranquilo
Emilio Gauna
Murió en Palermo
En una noche de carnaval
Acuchillado en un mano a mano
Que se arrastraba de años atrás
Zaterdag 14 november 1970
Our Love Is On The Fault Line
Our Love Is On The Fault Line
Composer(s): Reece Kirk
Performer(s): Crystal Gayle
Well, I…
Hear it comin'
I can…
Feel it in my bones
And it's
Weighin' heavy on me…
Like a…
Sack full of stones!
And I…
See it in your eyes, baby
Each time we meet…
And I…
Sense somethin' movin'
Underneath our feet!
Baby, our love is on the fault line!
And You're sayin' that the fault's mine!
I can't believe that you're so blind…
Can't believe…can't believe!
You've been stirrin' up an earthquake!
You've been cookin' up a heartbreak
And I hope it ain't too late…
For our love…
For our love!
Now there's a…
Chilly wind a blowin'
And it's…
whippin' up a gale!
Storm clouds are brewin'
And I…
Know it's gonna hail!
And I…
See it in your eyes, baby
Each time we meet…
And I…
Sense somethin' movin'
Underneath our feet!
Baby, our love is on the fault line!
And You're sayin' that the fault's mine!
I can't believe that you're so blind…
Can't believe…can't believe!
You've been stirrin' up an earthquake!
You've been cookin' up a heartbreak
And I hope it ain't too late…
For our love…For our love!
I feel it in my bones…
I see it in your eyes…
Comin' up behind…
Here it comes…
Hold on tight!
You've been stirrin' up an earthquake!
You've been cookin' up a heartbreak
And I hope it ain't too late…
For our love…
For our love!
Our love is on the fault line!
And You're sayin' that the fault's mine!
I can't believe that you're so blind…
Can't believe…can't believe!
You've been stirrin' up an earthquake!
You've been cookin' up a heartbreak
And I hope it ain't too late…
For our love…
For our love!
Our love is on the fault line!
And You're sayin' that the fault's mine!
I can't believe that you're so blind…
Can't believe…can't believe!
Vrijdag 13 november 1970
Millworker
Millworker
((French Version: La Fabrique (by Francis Cabrel) - 1984))
Composer(s): James Taylor
First release by: James Taylor
Covered by multiple other artists
Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
I can ride home in the evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label
it be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my life
Donderdag 12 november 1970
Million Dollar Bash
Million Dollar Bash
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Originally performed by: Bob Dylan & the Band
Covered by various other artists
Well, that big dumb blonde
With her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of theirs
With his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk
With his cheese in the cash
They're all gonna be there
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Ev'rybody from right now
To over there and back
The louder they come
The harder they crack
Come now, sweet cream
Don't forget to flash
We're all gonna meet
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Well, I took my counselor
Out to the barn
Silly Nelly was there
She told him a yarn
Then along came Jones
Emptied the trash
Ev'rybody went down
To that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Well, I'm hittin' it too hard
My stones won't take
I get up in the mornin'
But it's too early to wake
First it's hello, goodbye
Then push and then crash
But we're all gonna make it
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Well, I looked at my watch
I looked at my wrist
Punched myself in the face
With my fist
I took my potatoes
Down to be mashed
Then I made it over
To that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Donderdag 12 november 1970
Our Love Affair (Vic Damone)
Our Love Affair
Composer(s): Harold Adamson;
Hugo Friedhofer; Leo McCarey; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Vic Damone
Our love affair is a wondrous thing
That we'll rejoice in rembering
Our love was born with our first embrace
And a page was torn out of time and space
Our love affair may it always be
A flame to burn through eternity
So take my hand with a fervent prayer
That we may live and we may share
A love affair to remember
Woensdag 11 november 1970
Miller's Cave
Miller's Cave
Composer(s): Jack Clement
Originally performed by: Hank Snow
Covered by various other artists
Way down in the state of Georgia
Through the swamps and the everglades
There's a big ol' hole in Tiger Mountain
God help the man who gets lost in Miller's Cave
I had me a girl in Waycross, Georgia
But she had unfaithful ways
She made me feel I wasn't wanted
Like the bats and the bears in Miller's Cave
I couldn't stand the way she did me
Couldn't take her low down ways
Before I'll stay with a cheatin' woman
I'll go and live with the bears in Miller's Cave
Caught her out, Sunday morning
With some guy they call big Dave
The meanest man in Waycross, Georgia
I'd rather fight a mountain lion in Miller's Cave
I said: "You'll pay both you and Davey
"I'm gonna see you in your grave"
They laughed at me and then I shot 'em
I took their cheating, scheming bones to Miller's Cave
That woman made me feel unwanted
But I guess I showed her I was brave
The most wanted man in the state of Georgia
But they're never gonna find me `cause I'm lost in Miller's Cave
Woensdag 11 november 1970
Our Love Affair (Frank Sinatra)
Our Love Affair
Composer(s): Roger Edens; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
Our love affair will be such fun
We'll be the envy of everyone
Those famous lovers we'll make them forget
From Adam and Eve to Scarlett and Rhett
When youth has had its merry fling
We'll spend our evenings remembering
Two happy people who say on the square
Wasn't ours a lovely love affair
Dinsdag 10 november 1970
Mille Lire
Mille Lire
Performer(s): Sergio Endrigo
Ragazzina che mi salti addosso
in agguato al semaforo rosso
per mille mi offri due rose
fazzoletti di carta e mille cose
e io distratto e stanco di guidare
senza volere mi metto a ricordare
mille lire del tempo che fu
molto prima che nascevi tu
mille lire mille lire di una volta
la prima volta che le ho viste tutte intere
ho capito che la vita era a una svolta
che mi aprivano tutte le frontiere
mille lire mille lire avventuriere
mille lire colorate rosso e paglia
mille lire grandi come una tovaglia
un lenzuolo da piegare in otto
una coperta per stare caldi sopra e sotto
mille lire mille lire un terno al lotto
E volare felice in aeroplano
con la tua squadra andare su a Milano
in tribuna come un pascià
e la Triestina militava in serie A
mille lire almeno mille lire al mese
era un sogno, il sogno piccolo borghese
ma per chi ha sempre avuto il culo sul velluto
era uno scherzo bruciarle in minuto
mille lire mille lire e ti saluto
in tribuna come un pascià
e la Triestina militava in serie A
Ragazzina il ricordo si perde
nella bagarre del semaforo verde
per mille lire ti compro le rose
mille lire di carta pidocchiose
mille lire e sei già in bolletta
compri il giornale e qualche sigaretta
mille lire e poi che ci fai?
oggi al cinema neanche ci vai
mille lire e ci compravi anche luna
belle donne e velociferi a motore
ma non la gloria gli amici la fortuna
non si compra con la borsa il primo amore
mille lire mille lire traditore
mille lire mille lire che bellezza
ma si doveva cantare giovinezza
a dire il vero io ero appena nato
però mi basta quello che mi hanno raccontato
mille lire mille lire e sei fregato
Dinsdag 10 november 1970
Our Lodger's Such A Nice Young Man
Our Lodger's Such A Nice Young Man
Performer(s): Vesta Victoria
At our house not long ago a lodger came to stay
At first I felt as if I'd like to drive him right away
But soon he proved himself to be so very good and kind
That, like my dear mamma, I quite made up my little mind
He made himself at home before he'd been with us a day
He kissed mamma and all of us, 'cos papa was away
Before he goes to work he lights the fires and scrubs the floor
And puts a nice strong cup of tea outside ma's bedroom door
At night he makes the beds and does the other little jobs
And if the baby hurts itself he really cries and sobs
On Sunday when ma's cooking and papa is at the club
He takes the kids and baths us all inside the washing tub
We usually go to Margate, in the sea to have a splash
This year Pa said, "I'm busy!" but I think he had no cash
The lodger took us down instead, mamma and baby too
And never charged Pa anything- now there's a pal for you!
Our lodger's such a nice young man, such a good young man is he
So good, so kind, to all our family!
He's never going to leave us
Oh dear, oh dear no!
He's such a good, goody, goody man
Mamma told me so
Maandag 9 november 1970
Mille Giorni Di Te E Di Me
Mille Giorni Di Te E Di Me
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Io mi nascosi in te poi ti ho nascosto
da tutto e tutti per non farmi più trovare...
e adesso che torniamo ognuno al proprio posto
liberi finalmente e non saper che fare...
Non ti lascia un motivo, né una colpa
ti ho fatto male per non farlo alla tua vita....
tu eri in piedi contro il cielo ed io così
dolente mi levai "imputato alzatevi"...
Chi ci sarà dopo di te
respirerà il tuo odore
pensando che sia il mio....io e te..
che facemmo invidia al mondo
avremmo vinto mai
contro miliardi di persone...
e una storia va a puttane...
sapessi andarci io...
Ci separammo un po' come ci unimmo
senza far niente e niente poi c'era da fare
se non che farlo lentamente noi fuggimmo
lontano dove non ci si può più pensare...
Finimmo prima che lui ci finisse
perché quel nostro amore non non avesse fine
volevo averti e solo allora mi riuscì...
quando mi accorsi che ero lì per perderti ...
Chi mi vorrà dopo di te..
si prenderà il tuo armadio
e quel disordine...che tu
hai lasciato nei miei fogli andando via così
come la nostra prima...scena...
solo che andavamo via di schiena incontro a chi...
insegneremo quello che...noi due imparammo insieme
e non capire mai...cos'è...se c'è stato per davvero...
quell'attimo di eterno che non c'è...
Mille giorni di te e di me....
Ti presento, un vecchio amico mio...
il ricordo di me... per sempre
e per tutto quanto il tempo, in quest'addio...
io m'innamorerò...di te...
Maandag 9 november 1970
Our Lips Are Sealed
Our Lips Are Sealed
Composer(s): Jane Wiedlin; Terry Hall
Performer(s): The Go-Go's;
and various other artists
Can you hear them
They talk about us
Telling lies
Well that's no surprise
Can you see them
See right through them
They have no shield
No secrets to reveal
It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Our lips are sealed
Careless talk
Through paper walls
We can't stop them
Only laugh at them
Spreading rumors
So far from true
Dragged up from the underworld
Just like some precious pearl
It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Our lips are sealed
Pay no mind to what they say
It doesn't matter anyway
Our lips are sealed
There's a weapon
We must use
In our defense
Silence
When you look at them
Look right through them
That's when they'll disappear
That's when you'll be feared
Hush, my darling
Don't you cry
Quiet, angel
Forget their lies
Zondag 8 november 1970
Our Last Summer
Our Last Summer
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA;
and various other artists
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day, worries far away
Zaterdag 7 november 1970
Mille Colombes
Mille Colombes
Composer(s): Ch. Bruhn; Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
L'hiver est là sur les toits du village
Le ciel est blanc, et j'entends
La chorale des enfants
Dans la vieille église, sur un orgue
Aux couleurs du temps
Que la paix soit sur le monde
Pour les cent mille ans qui viennent
Donnez-nous mille colombes
A tous les soleils levants
Donnez-nous mille colombes
Et des millions d'hirondelles
Faites un jour que tous les hommes
Redeviennent des enfants
Demain c'est vous, et demain plus de guerre
Demain partout, les canons
Dormiront sous les fleurs
Un monde joli est un monde
Où l'on vit sans peur
Que la paix soit sur le monde
Pour les cent mille ans qui viennent
Donnez-nous mille colombes
A tous les soleils levants
Donnez-nous mille colombes
Et des millions d'hirondelles
Faites un jour que tous les hommes
Redeviennent des enfants
Zaterdag 7 november 1970
Our Last Song Together
Our Last Song Together
Swedish Title: Vi Har Hunnit Fram Till Refrängen
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Howard Greenfield)
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka;
Bo Donaldson & The Heywoods;
Bobby Sherman; Glenn Yarbrough
Days of devils, kings and clowns
Angel songs and birthday tunes
Valentines and wishing wells
Magic stairways, moods, and Junes
Silly rhymes and monkeyshines
Pictures on a stage
Round and round the records go
Time to turn the page
This will be our last song together
Words will only make us cry
This will be our last song together
There's no other way to say good-bye
Misty faces, far off places
Came and danced across the stage
Sha na na's and Doo be down's
The sounds that chased away the blues
Yesterday is yesterday
The past is dead and gone
Nostalgia just gets in the way
Let's stop hanging on
This will be our last song together
Words will only make us cry
This will be our last song together
There's no other way to say good-bye
Now we go our separate ways
And the world we used to know
Scratchy worn out 45's
An echo on the radio
Tra la days are over now
Those days of you and me
Now we know that breaking up is
Really hard to do
This will be our last song together
Words will only make us cry
This will be our last song together
There's no other way to say good-bye
Vrijdag 6 november 1970
Milkshake
Milkshake
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People
My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like "It's better than yours"
Damn right, It's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I know you want it...
The thing that makes me
What the guys go crazy for
They lose their minds
The way I whind
I think it's time
(La-La-La-La-la)
Warm it up
(La-La-La-La-la)
The boys are waiting
The boys are waiting
La-La:
Boys wanna know how my milkshake taste
Damn, fantasize when they look in my face
Want a slice of my ice cream cake
Cream in the middle
(How many licks will it take?)
How you want it?
My flavor last hours
Once you had mine your girl will seem sour
Let me feel that candy cane
See if you can make my candy rain
Throw it back and your girl won't budge
All over me like a cup of hot fudge
I'm your pepermint patty, want a scoop?
Boy, let me satisfy your sweet tooth
I can see you're on it...
You want me to teach the
Techniques that freaks these boys
It can't be bought
Just the thieves get caught
Watch if you're smart
(La-La-La-La-la)
Warm it up
(La-La-La-La-la)
The boys are waiting
The boys are waiting
My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like "It's better than yours"
Damn right, It's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Oh, Once you get involved
Everyone will look this way so
You must maintain your charm
Same time, maintain your halo
Just get the perfect blend
Plus what you have within
Then next his eyes are squint
Then he's picked up your scent
(La-La-La-La-la)
Warm it up
(La-La-La-La-la)
The boys are waiting
The boys are waiting
My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like "It's better than yours"
Damn right, It's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Vrijdag 6 november 1970
Our Joe Won't Be With Us Much Longer
Our Joe Won't Be With Us Much Longer
Composer(s): Marriott Edgar
Performer(s): Al Read
When Joe was first wed he was only nineteen
And he said to his wife "Listen Flo
You don't ask me 'Where the hell have you been?'
And I won't tell you where to go!"
He's lived by this maxim for eighty-five years
That makes him a hundred and four
And now we've found out why he's always in tears
He can't chase the girls any more
Our Joe won't be with us much longer
Might be a week or a day
He said to the Vicar "I can't come no quicker
So just put your hymn book away!"
Last Friday we all thought he'd snuffed it
Heard our Jack say to our Lil
"He looks healthy and good" Says our Max "So he should"
He's just had a fortnight at Rhyl
Our Joe won't be with us much longer
The Doctor said "Don't make a row
He's asleep full of dope, but we musn't lose hope
But d'you think you could pay my bill now?"
The insurance man called and said "Joseph
You've been out when your premiums were due
But it wipes the slate clean, if you know what I mean
You'll be out when we call to pay you!"
Our Joe won't be with us much longer
It looks like his bolt has been shot
It's the love life he's led, there's been three that he's wed
And at least half a dozen he's not
I won't say it's the boozing that's done it
But where you've got blood, Joe's got gin
You can tell, last October, Our Joe came home sober
And his dog wouldn't let him come in!
Our Joe won't be with us much longer
"Get best oak" says our Joe, "Some good stuff
And see when I go, I'm on top of our Flo
She's been on top of me long enough!"
We've made the arrangements for Friday
With the lilies they've started to call
And if he's not gone by a quarter to one
The hearse goes without him
That's all!
Donderdag 5 november 1970
Milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet
