Vrijdag 12 mei 1972
Mutual Admiration Society
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Vrijdag 12 mei 1972
Golden Ring
Golden Ring
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists
In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display
She smiles and nods her head
As he says: "Honey that's for you
"It's not much, but it's the best
"That I can do"
Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding chapel
Later on that afternoon
An old upright piano
Plays that old familiar tune
Tears roll down her cheeks
And happy thoughts run through her head
As he whispers low
"With this ring, I thee wed"
Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a small two room apartment
As they fought their final round
He says: "You won't admit it
"But I know you're leavin' town"
She says: "One thing's for certain
"I don't love you any more"
And throws down the ring
As she walks out the door
Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display
Golden ring
Donderdag 11 mei 1972
Paper Heart
Paper Heart
((French Version: C'est Un Coeur De Papier (Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): T. Pobers - Joe Dassin - Jean-Michel Rivat
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
You got a paper heart
You're in a cardboard world
Baby, your paper heart
Makes you a nowhere girl
Paper heart, paper heart…
Each day the wind that blows
Changes the way you feel
You got a paper heart
Baby, you're so unreal
Paper heart, paper heart…
You laugh when I cry
You dance when I'm blue…
So baby good-bye
This time went through
One day you'll play with fire
And burn 'ere your paper heart
Leavin' me only ashes
Ashes of your paper heart
Paper heart, paper heart…
Donderdag 11 mei 1972
Mütterlein
Mütterlein
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico
Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei Dir Sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit
Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei Dir Sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit
Die Wiege ist Dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben Deine Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt Dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein
Die Wiege ist Dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben Deiner Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt Dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein
Donderdag 11 mei 1972
Golden Ribbons
Golden Ribbons
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina
Performer(s): Loggins & Messina
Listen to the people crying
Hoping for the day they'll be free
I don’t have to tell you we're (they're) dieing
Just wake up, take a look, what do You see?
I see young men my own age in coffins
And mothers in tears for their sons*
And sweethearts and wives
Alone with their memories
And golden ribbon’s those fortunes of war
Thousands and thousands
Shall gather together
To seek and find the Way we all need
And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together
Hallelujah
and rid ourselves of the pain we all see
We see young men our own age in coffins
And Mothers in tears for their sons
And Sweetheart’s and wives
Alone with their memories
And golden ribbon’s those fortunes of war
What does it to avail a man
To gain fortune
And lose his soul?
Woensdag 10 mei 1972
Tausend Rosarote Pfeile
Tausend Rosarote Pfeile
Performer(s): Caterina Valente
Weißt du schon, was man fühlt
wenn da jemand auf dich ziehlt?
Und man ahnt schon irgendwie
wenn er dich trifft, hast du verspielt
Weißt du auch wie das ist
wenn da jemand auf dich schießt?
Na, das sind vielleicht Momente
die man nicht so schnell vergißt
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt
und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören
wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Er schießt kreuz, er schießt quer
hat er keine Pfeile mehr
nimmt er einfach seinen Bogen
und wirft ihn noch hinterher
Er visiert jeden an
und man weiß nicht einmal wann
Er schafft's immer, daß am Ende
man noch happy enden kann
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt
und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Vor dem Trick sei hier nochmals gewarnt
manchmal steht er als Denkmal getarnt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile sind die Garantie dafür
daß ihr alle so verliebt seit, so verliebt genau wie wir
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Woensdag 10 mei 1972
Mutiny In The Nursery
Mutiny In The Nursery
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman
and various other artists
There's mutiny in the nursery
There's mutiny in the nursery
Mother Goose is on the loose
Her kids are swingin' out
There's mutiny in the nursery
And music in the nursery
Mother Goose is on the loose
You ought to hear them shout
If you could see miss Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones
If you could see miss Jenny Jones you'd find her swinging lightly
And lately Mary won't get up, she won't get up, she won't get up
She stays out too late nightly
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
You and I and everyone knows how
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
How they do it, I don't know
But if you hand me my horn
I promise I won't blow no corn
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep but she knows just where to find them
For they all stand around the bend waggin' their tails behind them
One little, two little, three little jittterbugs
Four little, five little, six little jittterbugs
Seven little, eight little, nine little jittterbugs
Ten little jitterbug boys
Ten, nine, eight little jitterbugs
Seven, six, five little jitterbugs
Four, three, two little jitterbugs
One little jitterbug girl
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny
Swing out, kids, swing out
There was mutiny in the nursery when they all got loose
They began to yell for old Mother Goose
Get on down, all together
Get on down, take a gander
Get on down, struck on home
Don't miss the jamboree
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny...
In the nursery!
Woensdag 10 mei 1972
Golden Opportunity
Golden Opportunity
Composer(s): Kenny Lee Lewis; Gary Mallaber
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band
Watching the hands strike midnight
Reading the writing on the wall
Just in time to chase your dream
You got a chance to make it
You got a chance to take it all
Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n
Slippin', slide'n
Wastin' time
You been there before
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
You got a hometown sweetheart
She's got love that won't stop
She's so satisfied to be right by your side
And if you both believe it
You know you can achieve it all
Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n
Slippin', slide'n
Wastin' time
I've been there before
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Dinsdag 9 mei 1972
Tatuaje Falso
Tatuaje Falso
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez
Napoleon y su tremendamente emperatriz
Los Shocklender, Noy y sus ojos
y un animal que esta aprendiendo a sangrar
beben mas y pasaran al cuarto de salida
Maldición lo que perdemos
lo volvemos a amar
Rita Baila en Rosario Norte
y los muchacho quieren verla bailar
para que salir de aquí
si tengo mi par de ligas
y el mundo se esfuma
y este amor no es de verdad
siguen comiendo la luna
los hombres de Alcatraz
tatuaje falso
Dinsdag 9 mei 1972
Mustapha Dupont
Mustapha Dupont
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Mustapha Dupont
Il est né entre Constantine
Et Joinville-Le-Pont
Dupont Mustapha
C'est un bon Français
Comme toi et moi
Mohamed Durand
Il a vu le jour entre Fez
Et Clermont-Ferrand
Durand Mohamed Français cent pour cent
De A... à Z...
Abdou Mamadou
Son père est tombé en '44
En plein mois d'août
Mamadou Abdou il est bien d'chez nous
Comme toi, comme nous
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France
Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence
Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais
Un Rital un peu polonais
C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu
Indigo, violet
Mustapha Dupont
Quand il allait à la commune de Bécon
Il disait comm' ça,
Mes ancêtres s'appelaient les Gaulois
Abdou Mamadou
Diplômé des universités
D'un peu partout
Mamadou Abdou de notre
Ambassade de Moscou
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France
Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence
Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais
Un Rital un peu polonais
C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu
Indigo, violet
Et moi au milieu
Qui ne sais pas très bien
Où sont enterrés mes aïeux
Et moi au milieu
Mon sang est-il rouge
Ou blanc ou bleu
P' t' êt' les trois, Mustapha
Dinsdag 9 mei 1972
Golden Oldies
Golden Oldies
Composer(s): Alan Hull
Performer(s): Alan Hull; Lindisfarne
Do you remember back in 64
when Johnny Lennon opened every door
and Bobby Dylan sung a song for you
there was nothing better to do
And it was easy to say I love you
the melody was clean and true
and in the morning it did not deserve to you
you could still recall another two
Chorus:
Tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what went wrong
tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what happened to your song
I suppose we have to carry on
the world is waiting for another song
and in the meantime what has been and done
sure was a whole lot of fun
Chorus:
Tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what went wrong
tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what happened to your song
Chorus: repeat 3 x
Maandag 8 mei 1972
Tatuagem
Tatuagem
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem
Que é pra te dar coragem
Pra seguir viagem
Quando a noite vem
E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava
Que você pega, esfrega, nega
Mas não lava
Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina
Que logo se alucina
Salta e te ilumina
Quando a noite vem
E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço
Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta
Morta de cansaço
Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas coisas
Que te retalha em postas
Mas no fundo gostas
Quando a noite vem
Quer ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva
Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo
Em carne viva
Corações de mãe
Arpões, sereias e serpentes
Que te rabiscam o corpo todo
Mas não sentes
Maandag 8 mei 1972
Mustapha (Corry Brokken)
Mustapha
Performer(s): Corry Brokken
Onder de manen schijnende platanen
Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
Wat kunnen jou goud en juwelen schelen?
In de Sahara kun je spelen met kamelen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
Hij is van origine een Arabier
Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Hele kisten vijgen heb ik in depot
Alles kan je krijgen, alles geef ik je cadeau
Als je maar van mij wilt houen, en terzijnertijd wilt trouwen
Gaan we een oase bouwen, en een Arabiertje brouwen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
Hij is van origine een Arabier
Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Wat moet je in dit kouwe kikkerland?
In de Sahara heb je enkel zon en zand
Wat moet je in zo'n zebrapadenstad?
Wij hebben echte zebra's en geen paden, schat
Onder de manen schijnende platanen
Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
Hier is een ring, een dure, dus bewaar hem
In 't laatje links van de penantkast, in de harem
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
Hij is van origine een Arabier
Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
En wil je uit, dan zeg je "lieve man,
Kom doe je tulband en je beste kaftan aan"
Dan nemen wij de vroege karavaan
En komen 's avonds laat bij onze buren aan
Onder de manen schijnende platanen
Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
'k Heb 16 vrouwen thuis, da's aardig veel ja
Maar jij wordt 17de, jij wordt hun akela
Dat zegt mijn vriendje, Mustapha
Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
't Is best een nette en correcte vent
Maar vriend, hij heeft geen centje temperament
Maandag 8 mei 1972
Golden Feather
Golden Feather
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson
Performer(s): Robbie Robertson;
Luka Bloom; Michel Montecrossa
I think I'm going back to Shenandoah
she said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road
I jump start my old Ford
I'm heading for the pow-wow
follow red path that leads to you
I gave my love a golden feather
I gave my love a heart of stone
and when you find a golden feather
it means you'll never lose your way back home
Should I paint my face
should I pierce my skin
does this make me a pagan
sweating out my sins
we ate the sacred mushroom
and waded in the water
howling like coyotes
at the naked moon
I gave my love a golden feather
I gave my love a heart of stone
and when you find a golden feather
it means you'll never lose your way back home
In the autumn night
when there's no wind blowin'
I could hear the stars falling in the dark
when you find what's worth keeping
with a breath of kindness
blow the rest away
I gave my love a golden feather
I gave my love a heart of stone
and when you find a golden feather
it means you'll never lose your way back home
Zondag 7 mei 1972
Tattooed Millionaire
Tattooed Millionaire
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson - Janick Gers
Performer(s): Bruce Dickinson
Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess you're in
Front page news, you can share your views
With a population that wants to be like you
Out on the strip, out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child
Ex mud Queen of Miami
In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back
With a CD player and his bottle of Jack
L.A. dudes, L.A. attitude
Laid back selfish and getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other, running for cover
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
Zondag 7 mei 1972
Mustapha (Bob Azzam)
Mustapha
Composer(s): Bob Azzam; Eddie Barclay
Performer(s): Bob Azzam; Los Carayos
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila attaarim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Thala aya Mustapha yaémil quélam
Hénéal quamé bémane avénéal quélam
Where my live oh guest oh guest, yes my love
Oh guest oh guest {2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Quand je t'ai vu sur le balcon
Tu m'as dit monte et ne fait pas d' façon
{2x}
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Tu m'as allumé avec une allumette
Et tu m'as fait perdre la à tête
{2x}
Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
como la salsa de pomodoro
{2x}
Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
Anavaé badia Mustapha
Ça va chérim faila atha harim
Éronquérim matché éma hatchim
Zondag 7 mei 1972
Golden Earrings
Golden Earrings
Composer(s): Victor Young; Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She (he) belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few
But if you wear those golden earrings
Love will come to you
By the burning fire, they will glow with ev'ry coal
You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul
So be my gypsy
Make love your guiding light
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Tattoo
Tattoo
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother"
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Mustang Sally
Mustang Sally
Composer(s): Sir Mack Rice
Originally performed by: Sir Mack Rice
Covered by various other artists
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
You've been runnin' all over the town now
Oh guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground
Chorus
Listen, All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
All you want to do is ride around Sally
Ride Sally ride
One of these early mornings baby
Gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes
I bought you a brand new mustang
'bout nineteen sixty five
Now you come 'round, signifying a woman baby
you don't wanna let me ride.
Mustang Sally
Guess you better slow your mustang down
You've been runnin' all over the town now
Got to put your flat feet on the ground
Zaterdag 6 mei 1972
Golden Days
