Maandag 7 februari 1972
Mr. Ed
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Mr. Ed
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Maandag 7 februari 1972
Gli Amici Miei
Gli Amici Miei
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
In questa storia che diventa tempo
in questo tempo che diventa amore
ho conosciuto ragazze ridenti fuggenti
nel giro di poche ore
e con due ali di cera mi sono permesso
di andare a toccare il sole
qualche sorriso di madre fa
crescere in fretta
fa bene alla pelle e al cuore
che è tutto da dimostrare
ho ereditato la terra che aveva mio padre
ovvero le sue parole
e guardo l'alba che insegue il tramonto
che insegue la notte per far l'amore
e sento te che mi riempi la stanza
e la vita
ché niente può farmi male
e penso
Dove saranno gli amici miei
quelli del tempo che c'era lei?
come vorrei... cosa darei...
dove saranno gli amici miei?
amore, amore, tienimi forte la mano
e aiutami a ricordare
io sono un piccolo uomo sotto un
piccolo vetro
che non si può più spezzare
vorrei mandare in frantumi
memoria, pensieri, almeno per un saluto
e avere ancora vent'anni, ancora
tutto da dire per un minuto
E chiudo gli occhi più forte del tempo
però tu non mi lasciare
e all'improvviso li vedo
lontani, vicini
gli stessi di mille sere
e sento tutte le voci
la dolce, l'acuta, la tenue la disperata
e devo chiedere scusa a qualcuno
ricordo... ma forse è una puttanata
stasera
Tornano tutti gli amici miei
forse non sono partiti mai
erano qui dentro di me
e non l'avevo capito mai
tornano tutti gli amici miei
noi non ci siamo lasciati mai
e sono qui dentro di me
tornano tutti gli amici miei
Zondag 6 februari 1972
The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Pizzicato Five)
The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy
((Adapted from: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1966))
((French Version: C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) - 1967))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Yasuharu Konishi
Performer(s): Pizzicato Five - 1985
Iki o hisomete
Mimi mo to de sasayaite
Yoru ga sukoshi demo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy
Jikan o kakenakya
Sutekina koto ni wa
Yoru ga sukoshi de mo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy
Yoppi de asobou yo
Yoru wa kimi no kiss mitai sa
Shinzou ga tomaru hodo
Amai kiss
Always groovy
Iki hisomete
Mimi mo to de sasayaite
Yoru ga sukoshi demo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy
Zondag 6 februari 1972
Mr. Dream Merchant
Mr. Dream Merchant
Composer(s): Jerry Ross; Larry Weiss
Performer(s): Dusty Springfield;
Madeline Bell; Jerry Butler
Hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Everything depends on you
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true
When I said goodbye
To my love
I didn't mean to make him cry
I didn't realise that I had love
Now I need him by my side
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Everything depends on you
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true
You should have told this fool
To stop it
You should have made this blind girl see
I got my pride back in my pocket
Won't you bring him back to me?
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Everything depends on you
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Can't you make him see
We need each other?
I'm no good alone
I really really, really love him
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Can't you make him see
We need each other?
I'm no good alone
I really, really love him
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true
Zondag 6 februari 1972
Gli Altri Siamo Noi
Gli Altri Siamo Noi
English Title: We Are All The Same
Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; Umberto Tozzi
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Non sono stato mai più solo di così
è notte ma vorrei che fosse presto lunedì
con gli altri insieme a me per fare la città
con gli altri chiusi in se che si aprono al sole come fiori quando
si risvegliano, si rivestono quando escono, partono, arrivano
ci somigliano, angeli avvoltoi
come specchi gli occhi nei volti
perché gli altri siamo noi
I muri vanno giù al soffio di un'idea
Allah come Gesù in chiesa o dentro una moschea
e gli altri siamo noi, ma qui sulla stessa via
vigliaccamente eroi, lasciamo indietro i pezzi di altri noi
che ci aspettano e si chiedono perché nascono e subito muoiono
forse rondini, foglie d'Africa, ci sorridono di malinconia
tutti vittime di carnefici
tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi
Quando cantano, quando cadono, gli altri siamo noi
In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi
Quando nascono, quando muoiono, gli altri siamo noi
Gli altri siamo noi
Noi che stiamo in comodi deserti
di appartamenti e di tranquillità
lontani dagli altri, ma tanto prima o poi
gli altri siamo noi
In questo mondo piccolo oramai
gli altri siamo noi
Si gli altri siamo noi
fra gli Indios e gli Indù
ragazzi in farmacia che ormai non ce la fanno più
famiglie di operai licenziati dai robot
e zingari dell'est in villette di periferia
siamo tutti vittime dei carnefici
tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi
In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi
Quando sparano, quando sperano, gli altri siamo noi
In questo mondo piccolo oramai
gli altri siamo noi
In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi
Zaterdag 5 februari 1972
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel)
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri)
1985 - The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Japanese Version) (Pizzicato Five)
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobble stones
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Hello lamppost
What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo
Feelin' groovy
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy
Zaterdag 5 februari 1972
Mr. Dieingly Sad
Mr. Dieingly Sad
Composer(s): Don Ciccone; The Critters
Performer(s): The Critters;
Lou Christie; Albert Garcia
Just a breeze will muss your hair
But you smile away each little care
And if the rain should make you blue
You say tomorrow is anew
Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair
You realize beyond a care
Life's in a hurry, but
You've got no worry, you're
So mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
And when the leaves begin to fall
Answering old winter's call
I feel my tears, they fall like rain
Weeping forth the sad refrain
Blue, dark, and dim it may seem
You mark a grin, a moonbeam
Brightens your smile, pray tell me
How all the while you can be
So mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
You say "take my hand and walk with me
Wake this land and stop the sea
Show me love, unlock
All doors
I'm yours"
Then the tide rolls up to shore
I whisper low, "I love you more
More than even you could know"
Adore me do so I could show
I'm so mystifyingly glad
Not Mr. Dieingly Sad
(Mr. Dieingly Sad) Mr. Dieingly Sad
Zaterdag 5 februari 1972
Glendora
Glendora
Composer(s): Ray Stanley
Performer(s): Perry Como;
and various other artists
I'm in love with a dolly named Glendora
She works in the winda' of a big department store-a
Eyes of blue, hair like gold
Never been young, but she'll never get old
Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
She's so shy that I don't know how I found her
With three big body guards always working around her
One just nods, and two just grins and three's got a mouth full of safety pins
Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
(You, more of you
Oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
More of you)
I stand left, and I stand right
Out of my head, 'cause I'm out of sight
Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Late last night at the store they did some changin'
And I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin'
She lost her wig, she lost her arms
And when they got through
She lost all of her charms
Oh, Glendora, what did they do to you
(What'd they do
What'd they do
What'd they do
Oh, oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora
Or, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you
What'd they do
What'd they do
What'd they do
Oh, oh, Glendora
Oh, oh, Glendora
Oh, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you
Do to you
Oh, what did they do to you)
Oh, Glendora, what did they do to you
Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Sunny & The Sunglows)
Talk To Me
Performer(s): Sunny & The Sunglows
Talk to me
Talk to me
Ooo I love the things you say
Talk to me
Talk to me
In your own
Sweet gentle way
Let me hear
Tell me dear
Tell me oooo
You love me so
Talk to me
Talk to me
Tell me what
I want to know
The many ways
You speak of love
I've heard before
But it sounds so good
Everytime
Please say the one part
I love once more
Talk to me
Talk to me
Hold me close
Whisper low
Talk to me
Baby can't you see
Oh darling I
I love you so
Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Mr. Custer
Mr. Custer
Composer(s): Fred Darian; Al DeLory; Joseph Van Winkle
Performer(s): Larry Verne; Charlie Drake
(That famous day in history)
(The men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on)
(And from the rear a voice was heard)
(A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "Attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
(Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
Look at them bushes out there, they're movin'
And there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer, you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
Hey Charlie, Duck Yer Head!!
(Sound of arrow whizzing by)
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Whooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory
(The men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard)
(That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair
A coward I've been called, cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
(Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see....friend.....kemo sabe, that's it
Kemo Sabe!, Hey Out There, Kemo Sabe!
No, that itn't it
Look at 'em out there
Runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians, heh-heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
Vrijdag 4 februari 1972
Glaub An Mich
Glaub An Mich
((French Version: Sur Ma Vie (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Bader
Performer(s): Dalida
Glaub an mich ein ganzes leben lang
Und vertrau auf mich ein ganzes leben lang
Sagtest du zu mir und ich glaubte dir
Und ich habe dir alles gegeben
Jeder tag war wie ein neues glück
Jede stunde war voll liebe und musik
Doch der traum zerrann
Der so schön begann
Warum hast du mir so wehgetan
Tausend mal hab ich gefragt
Und du hast mir gesagt
Nur du kannst mich verstehn
Tausend mal versprach dein blick
Ich weiss das grosse Glück
Kann nie zu ende gehen
Ich bin dein trotz allem was geschah
Denn ich gab mein wort bin immer für dich da
Und ich liebe dich
Und ich glaub an dich
Nur an Dich ein ganzes leben lang
Ich bin dein an jedem neuen tag
Ich bin dein solang ich deinen namen trag
Ja-ich liebe dich
Darum warte ich
Wenn auch mancher schöne traum versank
Nur auf dich ein ganzes leben lang
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes)
Talk To Me
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes
Well every night I see a light up in your window
But every night you won't answer your door
But although you won't ever let me in
From the street I can see your silhouette sittin' close to him
What must I do
What does it take
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me
Well late at night I hear the music that you're playing soft and low
Yes and late at night I see the two of you swayin', so close
I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to
Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm down on my bended knees
I'm just asking darling please won't you
Talk to me
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Mr. Charlie
Mr. Charlie
Composer(s): Robert Hunter; Ron McKernan
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
and various other artists
I take a little powder
I take a little salt
I put it in my shotgun
and I go walking out
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
I won't take you life
Won't even take a limb
Just unload my shotgun
and take a little skin
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Well you take a silver dollar
Take a silver dime
Mix em both together
in some alligator wine
I can hear the drums
Voo-doo all night long
Mr. Charlie tellin me
I can't do nothin wrong
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Now Mr. Charlie told me
Thought you'd like to know
Give you a little warning
before I let you go
Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Lookin high
Lookin low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so
Donderdag 3 februari 1972
Glass Securit
Glass Securit
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Tequila aquavit
Un glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit
Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit
Je recherche Aphrodite
Froideur explicite
Ouais j'y vais sans hésit-
Ation mais pas d'excit-
Ation climax exit
Tequila aquavit
Que de langues sodomites
De doigts troglodytes
Des plombes que je te visite
Absence de coït
O.Kay on est quitte
Toi tu l'prends comme un rit-
Uel un plan habit-
Uel plus rien ne t excite
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit-
Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit
Mon verre securit
Eclate en petites
Particules j'évite
De les mettre en orbite
Sur ta chrysalide
Tequila aquavit
Plus de glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
Je ne sais ce que nécessitent
Ton con et ton clit
Je suis perdu j'hésite
Oh et puis merde je quitte
Tes muqueuses shit
J'ouvre mon lexique
Mallarmé dixit
Je cite
Et dans ses jambes où la victime se couche
Levant une peau noire ouverte sous le crin
Avance le palais de cette étrange bouche
Pâle et rose comme un coquillage marin
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Talk To Me (Frank Sinatra)
Talk To Me
Composer(s): Stanley Kahan - Eddie Snyder - Rudy Vallee
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Your magical kiss can take me just so far
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Don't leave me like this -- dangling from a star
You set me all aglow, and it's so pleasin'
Sure would be a shame if you were only teasin'
So my Love, before you go
Turn the lights way down low
And talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Mr. Businessman
Mr. Businessman
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Originally performed by: Ray Stevens
Covered by various other artists
Itemize the things you covet
As you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses
Term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evenings with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan
analyst, he's high upon your list
You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame
Heaven knows you're not to blame
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Before it's too late and you throw your life away
Did you see your children growing up today
And did you hear the music of their laughter
As they set about to play
Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul,
Brighten up your day
Do you qualify to be alive
or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive
Hey yeah.....
Spending counterfeit incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing value on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
You can wheel and deal the best of them
And steal it from the rest of them
You know the score, their ethics are a bore
Eighty-six anesthetic crutches prop you to the top
Where the smiles are all synthetic
And the ulcers never stop
When they take that final inventory,
Yours will be the same sad story everywhere
No one will really care, no one more lonely than
This rich important man, let's have your autograph
Endorse your epitaph
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Woensdag 2 februari 1972
Glass Onion
Glass Onion
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the walrus and me, man
You know that we're as close as can be, man
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus is Paul
Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah
Looking through a glass onion
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the fool on the hill
I tell you man he's living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me
Fixing a hole in the ocean
Tryin' to make a dovetail joint
Looking through a glass onion
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Talk That Talk
Talk That Talk
Composer(s): Al Kasha - Hank Hunter - Sidney Wyche
Performer(s): Jackie Wilson; Louie & the Ambassadors
Shooby do do wop do
Shooby do do wop do
You ought to see my baby
Walking down the isle with me
Arm and arm with me
It's a beautiful sight to see
You ought to hear my lovin baby
Whisper in my ear
Tender words she knows I love to hear
Man, you ought to see her
Walk that walk
Gives me fever when she
Talks that talk
My baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me... woooo
Here she come now
Walk that walk
C'mon baby talk that talk
My baby just walks that walk
Talks that talk for me
She sets my soul on fire
When ever she talks that talk
She's so doggone fine
When she tells me she's mine all mine
I want the world to see my baby
Maybe they will understand
That she's my love
I'm her lovin man
Man, watch her
Walk that walk, c'mon baby
talk that talk, my baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me
Woooo Here she comes now
walk that walk, c'mon woman
talk that talk my baby just
walks that walk talks that talk for me
Here she comes
Don't you Love It
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Composer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker
Originally performed by: Jerry Jeff Walker
Covered by various other artists
I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Pushed back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
Dinsdag 1 februari 1972
Glad To Be Unhappy
