Vrijdag 11 februari 1972
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only.
All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Mr. Heartache
Reageer op dit bericht
Reageer op dit bericht
Vrijdag 11 februari 1972
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me
Performer(s): Buck Owens & Roy Clark
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt
And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts
'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared
How was we to know they meant the way she was built
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Talk To You
Talk To You
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott
Performer(s): The Small Faces
Listen
It's been three months
Since I was last with you
Ha
So many people trying to
Stop me geting through
Heah
The doorman he just laughed
But I don't want no autograph
Now, listen to me baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Ha
You know I didn't stop you doin'
Things you wanted to do
But now it's gone too far
It looks like I'm losing you
Heah
But I don't want sympathy
No, no, no
But please don't turn your back on me
Listen, baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Heah
I gotta talk to you
I gotta try to make you see
Just how very, very much
You mean to me
Yep, yep, yeah, ha
Would it be too much
To try and jog your memory?
You remember me, baby, ha
I hope that I'm still
Part of your history, heah
Now I don't want to share your car
No, no, no
Or stop you being a star
Ha
All I want to
All I want to do
You know what I got to do
Ha
Got to keep on trying
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Mr. Goldstone
Mr. Goldstone
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Bette Middler
and various other artists
Herbie:
Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone
Momma Rose
Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair
Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone
Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork
Put your feet up
Feel at home
Have a smoke, have a Coke
Would you like to hear a joke?
I'll have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone
Have a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer
Santa Claus is sitting here
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce
Have a cookie, have a few!
What's the matter, Mr. G?
Have another pot of tea
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Herbie
There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones
and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them
Rose:
There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones
All:
but Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones
There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue
But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do!
Moon stones, sun stones
We all scream for one stone
Mr. Goldstone we love you!
Goldstone!
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Glöm Honom
Glöm Honom
English Title: Forget Him
Composer(s): D. Zimmerman; Agnetha Fältskog
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Du går omkring rastlös och sur, varför det?
Trodde du att han skulle stanna kvar hos dig?
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
För han har nog redan en ny igen
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Du är inte ensam
Så glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh...
Woensdag 9 februari 1972
Talk To Ya Later
Talk To Ya Later
Composer(s): David Foster - Steve Lukather - The Tubes
Performer(s): The Tubes
I met her on a strip
It was another lost weekend
The band was too slick
And the people were twisted
So I asked her for a date
She reluctantly agreed
Then we went to my place
And she never did leave
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
It’s been six months
She hasn’t shut up once
I’ve tried to explain
She’s driving me insane
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around
Get out
I’m telling you now
Do you catch my drift
What could be plainer than this
Nothin’ more to be said
Write me a letter instead
I don’t mean to be cruel
But I’m finished with you
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
That’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around
Woensdag 9 februari 1972
Mr. Gallagher And Mr. Shean
Mr. Gallagher And Mr. Shean
Composer(s): Ed Gallagher; Al Shean
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Johnny Mercer
and various other artists
(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, (Yeah) Oh Mr. Crosby (Ask me son)
All the orchestras are swinging it today
And I wanted to find out what the noise is all about
Do you really think that swing is here to stay
(BC)
Now I’m glad you asked me
Now Mr. Mercer (Yeah) oh Mr. Mercer (I’m listening)
Swing is really much too ancient to condemn
(You don’t say)
In the jungles they would play in that same abandoned way
(JM)
On the level Mr. Crosby
(BC)
No, on the down beat Mr. M.
(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, (uh huh) now Mr. Crosby
(So happy to oblige)
I’ve been reading in the latest magazine (Yes)
That a jiving jitterbug blows his top and cuts a rug
Will you tell me what that language really means
(BC)
Ohhh
Mr. Mercer (Yeah,Yeah) Oh-ho-ho Mr. Mercer
(Tell me, tell me tell me)
As a student of the slang they use pro tem (Pro what?)
That just means a solid gait cuts a murderisitc plate
(JM)
That’s amazing Mr. Crosby
(BC)
That’s elementary Mr. M.
(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, dear Doctor Crosby
Is it true that swing’s another name for jazz
And the first place it was played
Was a New Orleans parade
And the southern Negro gave it all it had
(BC)
Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer
I believe that it’s foundation came from them
(Are you positive?)
Yes they just slowed the tempo down,
And then they really went to town
(JM)
Allegretto Mr. Crosby?
(BC)
Alligators Mr. M
(BC)
Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, (Yeah) Mr. Mercer (uh huh)
Well I trust that I have made the matter clear
(It’s really too clear)
So if someone plays a thing
You’re gonna understand the swing
And appreciate the rhythm that you hear
(JM)
Ohh Mr. Crosby (Oh hear me talking to you)
No Mr. Crosby,
I’m afraid that type of rhythm’s not for me
I prefer my music played A La Schubert Serenade
(BC)
Sorta retardo Mr. Mercer
(JM)
Sorta Lombardo Mr. C.
Woensdag 9 februari 1972
Gli Zingari
Gli Zingari
((Dutch, English, & French Versions: De Zigeuners (Corry Brokken); The Gipsies (Dalida); Les Gitans (Dalida))
Composer(s): Pierre Cour - Hubert Giraud - Chiozzo
Performer(s): Dalida
Zingaro chi sei
Figlio di Bohemia
Dimmi tu perchè
Sei venuto qui
Quando mi stancai
Dell'Andalusia
E tu vecchio dimmi come fu
La mia terra ormai non esiste più
I cavalli son stanchi nell'umida sera
Ma la folta criniera
Sembra il vento invocar
Stan gli zingari attorno alle fiamme splendenti
Destan ombre giganti
Nel chiarore lunar
Palpita allor la canzon più bizzarra
Nasce nel cuor quel vibrar di chitarra
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera
E l'ardente preghiera del gitano che và
Dimmi deve vai
Tornero in Bohemia
Me ne andro lontan
Per mai più tornar
E tu dove vai
Nell'Andalusia
E tu perchè piangi cosi
Io son vecchio ormai e rimango qui
O gitano perchè non rimani stasera
Per la nuova avventura puoi domani partir
Resta ancora a cantar nella notte stellata
Finchè l'alba spietata
Faccia il sogno svanir
Canta che un di il gran re di Cuccagna
Ti regalo un castello in lspagna
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera
E l'ardente preghiera
Del gitano che và
Dinsdag 8 februari 1972
Talk To The Animals
Talk To The Animals
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
First performance by: Rex Harrison & Ginny Tyler - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
... [missing] thinks what do you means
I could talk to the animals, just imagine it
Chattin' with a chimp in chimpanzee
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting with a cheetah
What a neat achievement it would be!
If we could talk to the animals, learn all their languages
Maybe take an animal degree
I'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea!
I would converse in polar bear, python
And I would curse in fluent kangaroo
If people ask me "can you speak rhinocerous?"
I'd say "of courserous! Can't you?"
I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal
Think of the amazing repartee
If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals
And they could talk to me!
If I consulted with quadrupeds
Think what fun we'd have asking over crocodiles for tea!
Or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses and sea lions
What a lovely place the world would be!
If I spoke slang to orangutans
The advantages any fool on earth could plainly see!
Discussing Eastern art and dramas
With intellectual llamas
That's a big step forward you'll agree!
I'd learn to speak in antelope and turtle
My Pekinese would be extremely good
If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus
I'd say "whynotamous?" and (I) would!
If I could parlay with pachyderms
It's a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson and Grimm
A man who walks with the animals, talks with the animals
Grunts and squeaks and squawks with the animals
All an easy just think of it and they could talk to me!
Dinsdag 8 februari 1972
Mister Five By Five
Mister Five By Five
Composer(s): Don Raye; Gene DePaul
Performer(s): Ella Mae Morse
and various other artists
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifty chins and a line of jive
He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat
He be Mister Five by Five
That man
Can really jump it for a fat man
The only trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's slightly plump on his butter side
He don't shake it no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
That man [my, my!]
Can really jump it for a fat man [fat man!]
Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do ...
From side to side ...
Mister Five by Five
Dinsdag 8 februari 1972
Gli Inesorabili
Gli Inesorabili
((French Version: La Joie D'aimer (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): Dalida
Inesorabile come il destino
Inesorabile come sei tu
E' il nostro amor più dolce del suono
Di queste note che ascolti con me
Ed anche a quelli che senza perdono
Il mondo danna ad un cupo dolor
La vita sempre riserba in dono
Lacarità d'un po d'amor
Altro del creato
Fuor dell'amore non c'è
Quello che ho sognato
Rivive con te per te
Ci chiude il cielo il suo cuore di stelle
Che pare intriso di lacrime d'or
Ci parlan tutte le cose più belle
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Ci parlan tutte le cose piu belle
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Maandag 7 februari 1972
Talk To Me Of Mendocino
Talk To Me Of Mendocino
Composer(s): Kate McGarrigle - Anna McGarrigle
First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
I bid farewell to the state of old New York
My home away from home
In the state of New York I came of age
When first I started roaming
And the trees grow high in New York State
And they shine like gold in the autumn
Never had the blues from whence I came
But in New York State I got 'em
Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
Rise up over the Rockies
And down on into California
Out to where but the rocks again
And let the sun set on the ocean
I will watch it from the shore
Let the sun rise over the redwoods
I'll rise with it till I rise no more
Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me
Maandag 7 februari 1972
Mr. Ed
Mr. Ed
Composer(s): Ray Evans; Jay Livingston
Performer(s): Jay Livingston; Earl Sykes
A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed
Go right to the source and ask the horse
He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse
He's always on a steady course
Talk to Mr. Ed
People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mister Ed will never speak unless he has something to say
A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this
I am Mister Ed
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
