Woensdag 15 maart 1972
Ms. Pinky
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Ms. Pinky
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Woensdag 15 maart 1972
God
God
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon
God is a concept
By which we can measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we can measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You just have to carry on
The dream is over
Dinsdag 14 maart 1972
Tango Italiano
Tango Italiano
Performer(s): Caterina Valente
Lalalila...
De tango Italiano
De mooiste tango
Klonk heel zacht op een maanlichte nacht
Aan het meer van Lugano
Die tango Italiano
Speelt door mijn dromen
Want daardoor is het liefdesgeluk
In mijn leven gekomen
Dit lied heeft toen op die nacht
Onverwacht ja met mij de zorg gebracht
Ik heb na die keer telkens weer
Dag en nacht slechts aan jou nog net gedacht
De tango Italiano
De mooiste tango
Heeft mijn wens in vervulling doen gaan
Ik wil met jou nu het leven voortaan
Dat heeft alles die tango gedaan
Tango Italiano
Lalalila...
De tango Italiano
De mooiste tango
Heeft mijn wens in vervulling doen gaan
Ik wil met jou nu het leven voortaan
Dat heeft alles die tango gedaan
Tango Italiano
Tango Italiano
Dinsdag 14 maart 1972
Mrs. Wan
Mrs. Wan
Composer(s): Yves Jaget; William Sheller
Performer(s): Nicoletta
Par le boulevard Ghan-Ghis-Khan
Vers la cité mandarine
Est passé dans New-Beijing
À bord d'une flying-o-Nine
Une ombre en qui l'on devine
Troublante et longue et divine
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in...
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Vous bénirez votre sort
De n'être pas la victime
De son fascinant holding
Le parfum des dragons d'or
Et les passions clandestines
Sont à l'honneur du standing
De Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in...
De Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, evil woman, ni-hao, get in
Elle ne laissera dans le ciel
Dessous la lune sanguine
Que son image assassine
Cent mille étoiles en pixels
D'une vidéo-mangazine
Qui tourne au long des buildings
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in...
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in...
Mrs. Wan. Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Mrs. Wan, Suzy-lee-wan, money woman, wan shang hao, come in...
Mrs. Wan. Suzy-lee-wan, devil woman, ni-hao, get in
Dinsdag 14 maart 1972
Gocemos Nuestra Vida
Gocemos Nuestra Vida
Composer(s): Miguel Martínez
Performer(s): Javier Solis
No quiero que te vayas todavía
espera que amanezca vida mía
No sé hasta cuando vuelvan
mis brazos a estrecharte
mis labios a besarte con loca pasión
Recuesta tu cabeza aquí en mi pecho
y quédate dormida corazón
Gocemos nuestra vida y el mundo que se acabe
abrázame muy fuerte te ruego por favor
Recuesta tu cabeza aquí en mi pecho
y quédate dormida corazón
Gocemos nuestra vida y el mundo que se acabe
abrázame muy fuerte te ruego por favor
Maandag 13 maart 1972
Tango Do Covil
Tango Do Covil
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Garganta Profunda
Ai, quem me dera ser cantor
Quem dera ser tenor
Quem sabe ter a voz
Igual aos rouxinóis
Igual ao trovador
Que canta os arrebóis
Pra te dizer gentil
Bem-vinda
Deixa eu cantar tua beleza
Tu és a mais linda princesa
Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser doutor
Formado em Salvador
Ter um diploma, anel
E voz de bacharel
Fazer em teu louvor
Discursos a granel
Pra te dizer gentil
Bem-vinda
Tu és a dama mais formosa
E, ouso dizer, a mais gostosa
Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser garçom
Ter um sapato bom
Quem sabe até talvez
Ser um garçom francês
Falar de champinhom
Falar de molho inglês
Pra te dizer gentil
Bem-vinda
És tão graciosa e tão miúda
Tu és a dama mais tesuda
Aqui deste covil
Ai, quem me dera ser Gardel
Tenor e bacharel
Francês e rouxinol
Doutor em champinhom
Garçom em Salvador
E locutor de futebol
Pra te dizer febril
Bem-vinda
Tua beleza é quase um crime
Tu és a bunda mais sublime
Aqui deste covil
Maandag 13 maart 1972
Mrs. Thursday
Mrs. Thursday
Composer(s): Davies; Dymond; Harman
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
Shall I return at six o'clock as usual my lady?
Yes James, that would be lovely
Mrs. Thursday came to tea at the same locality
as she did last week, and the week before
There was a band who were grand on the stand playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Have you heard that misses Payne is expecting once again
How man' is that now?
I think it's seven
Seven? Seven?
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Who's that knockin at the door?
It's the reverend of the law, he's late as usual, but just in time
to hear the band who were grand on the stand, keep on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Tea and cottage on the lawn, Mrs. Thurday gives a yawn and thinks sadly
It's time to go but the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Talked and talked and talked ...
Maandag 13 maart 1972
Go, Mississippi
Go, Mississippi
Composer(s): Houston Davis
States may sing their songs of praise
With waving flags and hip-hoo-rays
Let cymbals crash and let bells ring
'Cause here's one song I'm proud to sing
Go, Mississippi, keep rolling along
Go, Mississippi, you cannot go wrong
Go, Mississippi, we're singing your song
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, you're on the right track
Go, Mississippi, and this is a fact
Go, Mississippi, you'll never look back
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, straight down the line
Go, Mississippi, ev'rything's fine
Go, MIssissippi, it's your state and mine
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, continue to roll
Go, Mississippi, the top is the goal
Go, Mississippi, you'll have and you'll hold
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Go, Mississippi, get up and go
Go, Mississippi, let the world know
That our Mississippi is leading the show
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Tango Delle Rose
Tango Delle Rose
Composer(s): Aldo Bottero - Carol Raven - Filippo Schreier
Performer(s): Connie Francis
and multiple other artists
Là, là tra le rose e i fior
l'idillio incominciò
e furon baci
carezze audaci
poi le follie della passion
"T'amo", ella sussurra
e un bacio ardente la fa tremar
Ed al suo dolce amor
sussurra ognor così
"Amami! Baciami con passione!
Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor!
Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore
presto fiorisce e presto muore
E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Ma, ma venne un triste dì
e il loro amor finì
come una rosa
dal gelo uccisa
la sua bellezza presto sfiorì
Folle, nel giardin di rose
si strugge invano nel suo dolor
Piange e come allor
canta al perduto amor
"Amami! Baciami con passione!
Prendimi! Stringimi con ardor!
Coglimi! La mia vita è come un fiore
presto fiorisce e presto muore
E'sol per te il mio cuor!"
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter
Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter
Composer(s): Trevor Peacock
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter
Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare
But it's sad, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
She wants to return those things I bought her
Tell her she can keep them just the same
Things have changed, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud
If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter (lovely daughter)
Zondag 12 maart 1972
Go, Jimmy, Go
Go, Jimmy, Go
Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Jimmy Clanton;
Alton Ellis; Bob Marley; Del Shannon
I told her when it comes to talking
I'm the sweetest sweet-talker in the world
She said you better start talking if you want me to be your girl
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
I told when it comes to dancing
I'm the best young dancer in the land
Well, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes
And then she took my hand
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
I told her when it comes to kissing
I ain't nothing but a kissing fool
She started to giggle when I told her that I'd teach her
Things she'd never learn in school
And she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
She said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
Well, I talked her off the floor when she said, "Go, Jimmy, go"
"Go, Jimmy, go"
"Go, Jimmy, go"
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Tango De Nancy
Tango De Nancy
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edu Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quem sou eu para falar de amor
Se o amor me consumiu até a espinha
Dos meus feijos que falar
Dos desejos de queimar
E dos beijos que apagaram os desejos que eu tinha
Quem sou eu para falar de amor
Se de tanto me entregar nunca fui minha
O amor jamais foi meu
O amor me conheceu
Se esfregou na minha vida
E me deixou assim
Homens, eu nem fiz a soma
De quantos rolaram no meu camarim
Bocas chegavam a Roma pasando por mim
Ela de braços abertos
Fazendo promessas
Meus deuses, enfim!
Eles gozando depressa
E cheirando a gim
Eles querendo na hora
Por dentro, por fora
Por cima e por trás
Juro por Deus, de pés juntos
Que nunca mais
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Mr. Zero
Mr. Zero
Composer(s): Bob Lind
Performer(s): The Yardbirds
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down
Trains with white letters on black iron sides
And white rushing water that all rolls away
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay
Everyone's moving, with places to go
And Mr. Zero, he sadly stands still
As the water goes one way, the train goes another
Mr. Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness
The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn
Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone
Fast moving cars disappear down the highway
With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb"
Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the curb
Morning has faded, and shadows have grown
And Little Miss Someone is on her way home
Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies above
And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday
And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall
They all die in the air like a soft minor chord
A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board
Mr. Zero is wrapping his jacket around him
Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago
But Little Miss Someone does not want to know
The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf
Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to himself
It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed
The charades are all done, Mr. Zero has lost
Zaterdag 11 maart 1972
Go Your Own Way
Go Your Own Way
Composer(s): Lindsey Buckingham
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac;
and various other artists
Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do
If I could
Baby I'd give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
go your own way
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Tango Caribe
Tango Caribe
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
No me gusta pararme en las esquinas
ni me gusta que me apunten con el dedo
No me gusta que me saquen de la fila
ni pelear para llegar siempre primero
No me gustan lo refugios antiaéreos
ni me gusta ver el cielo, de rodillas
No me gusta que fabriquen cementerios
esos hombres que prometen pesadillas
Y si a usted señor
no le ha gustado esta confesión
fúmese un puro bébase un ron
no tenga miedo a esta reflexión
Porque en la vida siempre hay para elegir
una paloma vale menos que un misil
dos niños negros valen por un Rin tin tin
la Coca Cola mucho más que el porvenir
Pero en la vida siempre hay para elegir
un cigarrillo vale mas que el corazón
pájaro en mano mucho más que la ilusión
una moneda vale más que el que la usó
Yo valgo igual que vos
Yo valgo igual que vos
No me gustan los cerebros programados
porque creo en el milagro de lo humano
No me gusta ver el mundo en telediarios
pues parece una manzana con gusanos
No me gustan los programas recortados
las ideas no se cortan con tijeras
No me gusta ver sufrir a mis hermanos
ni apretarse el cinturón por deuda ajena
Y si a usted señor
no le ha gustado esta confesión
fúmese un puro bébase un ron
no tenga miedo a esta reflexión...
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Mr. Wonderful
Mr. Wonderful
Composer(s): Jerry Bock; George David Weiss; Larry Holofcener
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
and various other artists
Why this feeling, why this glow
Why the thrill when you say "Hello"
It's a strange and tender magic you do
Mister Wonderful, that's you
Why this trembling when you speak
Why this joy when you touch my cheek
I must tell you what my heart knows is true
Mister Wonderful, that's you
And why this longing to know your charms
To spend forever here in your arms
Oh, there's much more I could say
But the words keep slipping away
And I'm left with only one point of view
Mister Wonderful, that's you
One more thing, then I'm through
Mister Wonderful, Mister Wonderful
Mister Wonderful, I love you
Vrijdag 10 maart 1972
Go Where You Wanna Go
Go Where You Wanna Go
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas;
The 5th Dimension; The Overlanders
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand
That a girl like me can love just one man
Three thousand miles, that's how far you'll go
And you said to me "Please don't follow"
'cause you got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand
That a girl like me can love just one man
You' been gone a week, and I tried so hard
Not to be the crying kind
Not to be the girl you left behind
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
With whoever you want to do it with
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Tango (Michel Fugain)
Tango
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
C'est comme un coup au ventre
La nuit qui entre
Et fait battre le sang
Comme un volcan
À l'heure où dans les rues
Les pas perdus
cherchent l'ivresse ou l'inconnu
Je veux traîner encore
Là, dans le décor
De ces histoires
Du fond des bars
Sur un air de bandonéon
Et les yeux dans les néons
Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango
Quand j'entends cette voix
Qui cogne au cœur, là
Qui compte les temps
Par quatre ou par trois
Je sens brûler la flamme
Contre mes hanches
D'un corps de femme
Qui se déhanche
Je veux chanter la plainte
Où l'amour suinte
De chaque note, à chaque pas
À l'heure où se confondent encore
Et l'Amour, et la Mort
Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Mr. Walker, It's All Over
Mr. Walker, It's All Over
Composer(s): Gene Crysler
Performer(s): Billie Jo Spears; Lynn Anderson
I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket
And a yen to see New York
I typed eighty words a minute
So your corporation let me go to work
I fetch paper clips and coffee
Even help you dodge your domineering wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
In this building there's a crowd o' guys
With old familiar thoughts upon their minds
Yeah, an' that's a lot of hands a-reaching out
To grab the things that I consider mine
And the president persues me
Even though he's old and hair a-turnin' white
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village
That I took because the subway wasn't far
Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs
And below me there's a jumpin' all night bar
And to frost the bitter cake
I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Your sweetheart in personnel
Said I should give her written notice like the rest
So I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick
Right across her big expensive desk
You'd better call the Times and tell 'em
Put your wanted ad right back in classified
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a Greyhound at the station
And a Mom at home with open arms for me
Garden City's looking better every minute now
Since I have learned to see
And the boy next door don't know it
But come June he's gonna gain himself a wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Eah-oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Mr. Walker ...
Donderdag 9 maart 1972
Go West
