Vrijdag 15 december 1972
My Own True Love
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.
My Own True Love
Reageer op dit bericht
Reageer op dit bericht
Vrijdag 15 december 1972
Grease
Grease
Composer(s): Barry Gibb
Performer(s): Frankie Valli;
and various other artists
I solve my problems and I see the light
We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go to far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, It's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We start to find right now we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be wo we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion
What we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Tennessee (Carl Perkins)
Tennessee
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
First recording/First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956/1957
Now there are folks who like to brag about where they came from
But when they start that stuff I let 'em be
But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see
But if all you folks out there can remember
Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear
Well a country boy like me, I will agree
But if all you folks out there can remember
They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Wie Heeft De Sleutel Van De Jukebox Gezien
Wie Heeft De Sleutel Van De Jukebox Gezien
Performer(s): Cocktail Trio
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
He! Yup
He! Ja
Zet die plaat af! Dat kan niet
Waarom niet? De sleutel van de jukebox is weg
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Op de jukebox stond een plaatje dat bleef hangen op dat “heehee”
En de sleutel van de jukebox bleek verdwenen in dat café
Dus eenieder liep met zo’n gezicht want die jukebox zat potdicht
En de stroom uitschakelen kon niet, dat bleek ook de knop van ‘t licht
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
De kastelijn nam toen de lichtknop en zei “wie er nog wat lust
Moet ‘t voor ‘t donker maar zeggen, we krijgen tien minuten rust”
Maar zonder licht in een café, hoe komt ‘n mens op dat idee
‘t Werd me ‘n trammelant in ‘t donker, je hoorde aan alle kanten “heehee”
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
En de mensen die daar woonden, aan de zij- en overkant
Namen ook die kreet al over, he wat is daar aan de hand
Toen eenieder dol geworden was kwam er een hamer bij te pas
En daar kijk, heehee, lag de sleutel, in de scherven achter ‘t glas
Asjemenou buuuuh
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalala
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Wie heeft ‘m ergens gevonden misschien
Wie heeft de sleutel van de jukebox gezien
Want de plaat is kapot en dat ding zit op slot
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
Heehee, heehee, heehee, heehee
Donderdag 14 december 1972
Grazing In The Grass
Grazing In The Grass
Composer(s): Harry Elston; Philemon Hou
Performer(s): The Friends Of Distinction;
and various other artists
Sure is mellow grazin' in the grass
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
What a trip just watchin' as the world goes past
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
There are too many groovy things to see while grazin' in the grass
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Flowers with colours for takin', everything outta sight
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
The sun peekin' out between the leaves
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
The sun peekin' out between the leaves
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees
(grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?)
Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it
we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
(repeat and fade)
Woensdag 13 december 1972
Tengo Sed
Tengo Sed
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
"Tengo sed"
te oí decir con el aliento
apenas
Y te arrullé, como a un recién nacido
contra mis pechos ávidos
de labios tuyos
Te dí de beber
Y luego de saciarte, volviste
a repetir
"tengo sed"
sin aliento
apenas
Te arrullé, esta vez
entre mis muslos
y de nuevo
te di de beber
En la fuente de la vida
y de la muerte, sellaste
con un beso
el último suspiro
Woensdag 13 december 1972
My Own
My Own
Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Deanna Durbin
and various other artists
My own, let me call you my own
Let me make you a part of the song in my heart
Alone, I’m just living in vain
Everything that I do is depending on you
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Show me your sign of your longing for me
Say you are mine, and forever that you will be
My own, every dream I have known
Has been built of but one desire
Just to call you my own
Woensdag 13 december 1972
Grazie, Prego, Scusi
Grazie, Prego, Scusi
Composer(s): Calabrese; Massara; Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Al matinèe
del giovedì
ballo liscio
al Garden Blu
con l'orchestra Serenade
Spengono le luci
tacciono le voci
e nel buio senti sussurrar
Prego:
vuoi ballare con me?...
Grazie,
preferisco di no:
non ballo il tango col casquè
perciò...
grazie.
Prego, grazie, scusi...
tornerò
Al matinèe
del Garden Blu
richii premi
e cotillons,
fascia d'oro per la Miss
Spengono le luci
tacciono le voci
e nel buio senti sussurrar...
Non ballo il tango col casquè
perciò...
grazie.
Prego, grazie, scusi...
tornerò!
Dinsdag 12 december 1972
Aldrig Mer
Aldrig Mer
((Adapted from: Che Sarà (Ricchi E Poveri) - 1971))
((French Version: Qui Saura (Mike Brant) - 1972))
Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Nicola Greco - Franco Migliacci - Carlo Pes - Stig Anderson
Performer(s): Hootenanny Singers - 1971
Så lämnar jag den by som sett mej födas
snart sover den en evig törnrossömn
Ty borta är dess ungdom, blott de gamla lever kvar
i denna bygd som en gång blomstrat har
Aldrig mer, aldrig mer, aldrig mer!
Det finns ingen som kan ändra det som sker
Aldrig mer hörs skratt från ängen
glada röster - Ingenting
Mörk och dyster ruvar skogen runtomkring
Här sprang det nakna barn i sommarns dagar
och klövern stod så saftig och så grön
Vi badade i viken och det hördes glada skratt
från ungdom i den ljusa sommarnatt
Aldrig mer, aldrig mer, aldrig mer!
Det finns ingen som kan ändra det som sker
När de gamlas röster tystnat
då är stillheten total
Skulle någon minnas sen en öde dal?
Man måste alltid gå i takt med tiden
dum vore jag att ensam spjärna mot
Men ändå känns det som jag svikit någon gammal vän
Farväl, vi kanske aldrig ses igen
Aldrig mer, aldrig mer, aldrig mer!
Det finns ingen som kan ändra det som sker
Det finns ingen plats för tårar
ingen anledning till gråt
Det är ändå ingenting att göra åt
Dinsdag 12 december 1972
My Oriental Girl
My Oriental Girl
Composer(s): Edward Beck; Milton E. Schwarzwald
Far off where the lonely caravan winds on its way
In that distant land
Proud Sheik dreaming of his sweetheart who is waiting there
Far o'er the desert sands
He'll forget the deserts whirl
When he meets his Oriental Girl My
Night winds seem to whisper of his love so far away
Stars remind him of her eyes
Still he knows to meet her he must journey night and day
And that is why he sighs
But tho' deserts may be wide
Soon he'll see his Oriental Bride My
Oriental Girl Oriental Girl
A face that's so entrancing
And eyes with fire dancing
A form that keeps you glancing all the while
O'er the desert wide
Come to my side
Let me protect you
So no one will get you
Be my Oriental Bride
Dinsdag 12 december 1972
Grazie Roma
Grazie Roma
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Dimmi cos'è
che ci fa sentire amici anche se non ci conosciamo
dimmi cos'è
che ci fa sentire uniti anche se siamo lontani
dimmi cos'è cos'è
che batte forte forte forte in fondo al cuore
che ci toglie il respiro e ci parla d'amore
Grazie Roma che ci fai piangere abbracciati ancora
Grazie Roma, grazie Roma che ci fai vivere e sentire ancora
una persona nuova
Dimmi cos'è cos'è
quella stella grande grande in fondo al cielo
che brilla dentro di te e grida forte forte dal tuo cuore
Grazie Roma che ci fai piangere abbracciati ancora
Grazie Roma, grazie Roma che ci fai vivere e sentire ancora
una persona nuova
Dimmi chi è
che me fa sentì 'mportante anche se nun conto niente
che me fa Re quando sento le campane la domenica mattina
Dimmi che è chi è
che me fa campà sta vita così piena de problemi
e che me da coraggio se tu non me voi bene
Grazie Roma che ci fai piangere abbracciati ancora
Grazie Roma, grazie Roma che ci fai vivere e sentire ancora
una persona nuova
Maandag 11 december 1972
Tengo Que Parar
Tengo Que Parar
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
(Me encanta cantar este tema)
Como un estúpido bajo la lluvia
corriendo taxis sin saber qué hacer
nadie tiene fuego, ni siquiera un cospel
Necesito hacer esa llamada
necesito un poco de control
La cosa viene mal, la tengo que parar
Tengo que parar, tengo que parar
¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que parar!
Alguien me sigue, doy vuelta en la esquina
hay sueños que no puedo borrar
veo un negrito con un diccionario
que le cura las heridas
con la lengua a un millonario
Veo misiles en la 9 de Julio
apuntándole a mi oso peluche
Lo veo a Reagan, Jimi Hendrix y Evita
en una mesa del Sheraton
deshojando margaritas
Tengo que parar, tengo que parar
¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que parar!
Uno, dos y tres; uno, dos y tres
desnudo en el espejo
me miro una vez, me miro otra vez
y no descubro nunca quién es
¿Quién soy? ¿Quién es? ¿Quién soy? ¿Quizás?
Me desperté con la TV al mango
sin cigarrillos, ni pastillas, ni alcohol
quiero café con leche
nena no me eches
Esta noche incendiaré mi auto
tendrás que darme refugio
nadie sabrá dónde estamos
será señal que paramos
Tengo que parar, tengo que parar
¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que! ¡Tengo que parar!
Todo va mejor, todo va mejor
con un poco de amor
todo va mejor, todo va mejor
con un poquito así, así de amor
Amor...! amor...!
I love you...
Ti voglio bene...
Je t'aime...
Amor...!
I love you... oh! oh!
She loves you ¡Yea, yea, yea!
All you need is love
Tengo que parar
y tengo que empezarte a amar
Maandag 11 december 1972
Lady Lay
Lady Lay
((Adapted from: Lay Lady Lay (by Bob Dylan) - 1969)
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Pierre Groscolas
Performer(s): Pierre Groscolas - 1974
and multiple other artists
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je vous revois me sourire
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
vous, mon plus beau souvenir
Moi quinze ans vous presque une femme déjà
Et pourtant combien de fois
Souvent j'ai rêvé de vous embrasser
Au printemps dans la lumière on courrait
Puis dans l'herbe on s'allongeait
Votre coeur enfin battait près du mien
Et j'étais si bien
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je pense à vous bien souvent
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je redeviens un enfant
Son regard et ses élans de tendresse
Étaient pour moi des caresses
Je fermais les yeux et j'étais heureux
J'ai cherché depuis ce temps là sans cesse
Un autre amour de jeunesse
Mais aucun jamais n'a su remplacer
Lady Lady Lay
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je pense à vous bien souvent
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je redeviens un enfant
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je pense à vous bien souvent
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Je redeviens un enfant
Lady Lady Lay, lady lady Lady Lay, Lady lady Lady Lay
Maandag 11 december 1972
Grazie Perché
Grazie Perché
Composer(s): Sergio Bardotti;
Marc Giacomelli; Bob Seger
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi
Grazie perché
mi eri vicina
ancora prima di essere mia
e perché vuoi
un uomo amico
non uno scudo
vicino a te
grazie che vai
per la tua strada
piena di sassi come la mia
grazie perché
anche lontano
tendo la mano
e trovo la tua
Io come te
vivo confusa
favole rosa...
non chiedo più
Grazie perché
mi hai fatto sentire
che posso anch'io volare
senza di te
io mi riposo
dentro i tuoi occhi
io coi tuoi occhi
vedo di più
grazie perché
anche lontano
tendo la mano
e trovo la tua
con te ogni volta
e' la prima volta
non ho paura vicino a te
Grazie perché
non siamo soli
non siamo soli
grazie perché
vivere ancora
non fa paura
solo con te
grazie perché
oh oh oh oh
anche lontano...
tendo la mano
e trovo la tua
tendo la mano
e tu ci sei...
Zondag 10 december 1972
Tengo Mucho Que Aprender De Ti
Tengo Mucho Que Aprender De Ti
Composer(s): Ana Magdalena - Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Emmanuel
and multiple other artists
Enséñame, enséñame
A ser feliz como lo eres tú
A dar amor como me lo das tú
A perdonar como perdonas tú
Sin recordar el daño nunca más, nunca más
Anda, enséñame, enséñame
A consolar como consuelas tú
A confiar como confías tú
A repartir sonrisas como tú
Sin esperar a cambio nada más, nada más
Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor
Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor
Tu dulzura y fortaleza, tu manera de entregarte
Tu tesón por conquistarme cada día
Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor
Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor
Como olvidas los enfados
Como cumples las promesas
Como guías nuestros pasos cada día
Enséñame, enséñame
A no mentir como no mientes tú
A no envidiar como no envidias tú
A ahogar las penas como lo haces tú
A compartir la dicha como tú, al igual que tú
Zondag 10 december 1972
My One And Only Love
My One And Only Love
Composer(s): Robert Mellin; Guy Wood
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
The very thought of you makes my heart sing
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendor
My one and only love
The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night while you’re in my arms
I feel your lips so warm and tender
My one and only love
The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I’ve never known
The blush on your cheek whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own
You fill my aching heart with such desire
Every kiss sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love
Zondag 10 december 1972
Gray Morn
Gray Morn
Composer(s): George O'Neil;
J. Morris Ward; Clinton Standish
Slowly the shadows fail
slowly a silver veil floats above the hills and a robin trills
Lighter the heaven glows
brighter the morning's rose thru'
the failing gloom trembles into bloom
Gray morn has come and the sun is ascending but in the robin's
song of glad notes, sad notes blending, tell of a longing, and
hope never ending echo my heart that is still, Gray Morn
Zaterdag 9 december 1972
Tengo Miedo De Volver
Tengo Miedo De Volver
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Su sensación, su calidez
su corazón, mi palidez
Sólo una vez se puede amar
como esa vez
Sólo una vez, cerca del mar
Su sensación, mi soledad
su corazón, mi vanidad
No sé qué fue, no sé
lo que pasó
ahora yo vuelvo a ese lugar
con temor
de no sentirte una vez más
una vez más, cerca del mar
una vez más
Tal vez, pueda entender
que nuestro amor, fue sólo el mar
La sensación al regresar
Ese temor de no encontrar
su corazón, su voz, su claridad
un beso suyo junto al mar
Su sensación, su calidez
su corazón, mi palidez
No sé qué fue, no sé, lo que pasó
ahora yo vuelvo a ese lugar
con temor
de no sentirte una vez más
una vez más, cerca del mar
una vez más
Tal vez pueda entender
que nuestro amor
fue sólo el mar
Zaterdag 9 december 1972
My One And Only Highland Fling
My One And Only Highland Fling
Composer(s): Harry Warren; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
and various other artists
Fred:
Though we're called a people of serious mind
'Tis often we dance, 'tis often we sing
Ginger:
And bein' as human as all human-kind
We arrren't superior to havin' a fling
Fred:
I'm taking the fling of a lifetime
Ginger:
The fling of a husband and wife-time
Fred:
A-when I a-went rrromancing
I a-gave no thought to any wedding rrring
Every bonnie lassie was
My highland fling
A-no chance was I chancing
I' a-m not the man ya dangle on a strrring
I was canny waitin' for the
Rrreal, rrreal thing
A-though I danced each girrrl in a twist and a-twirrrl
Ney one would do
And I went a-my way 'til the fatal day
In the fling I was flung a-with you
Ohhhh....
Now my hearrrt is prancin'
A-gay as a larrrk and happy as a king
The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr
With my one and only highland fling
I thought you werrre fallin' for Andy MacPherson
Ginger:
Ney, ney. He became an impossible person
But what about you and that Connie MacKenzie?
Fred:
She talked when I putted and drrrove me to frenzie
But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal?
Ginger:
It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal
And werrren't ya daft about Megan McDerrmot?
Fred:
I tasted her cooking
T'would make me a hermit
How jealous I was of McDonald McCutcheon
Ginger:
His neck had a head on, but therrre wasn't much in
Fred:
And what about Sandy?
Ginger:
His hands were too handy
And wasn't therrre a Jenny?
Fred:
I'm not wantin' any...
I'm not wantin' any but you
Ginger:
When I went a-dancin'
No special lad I was encourrragin'
Every lackly laddie was
My highland fling
No glance I was glancin'
Well, nothin' rrreally worth a-mentionin'
Hopin', watchin', waitin' for the
Rrreal, rrreal thing
Though they spoke me soft in the moonlit oft'
Ney one would do
'Til it came to pass to this lucky lass
In a fling I was flung with you
Ohhh....
Now my hearrrt is prrrancin'
Nothin' about ya I'd be alterin'
The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr
With me one and only highland fling
Zaterdag 9 december 1972
Gravy Waltz
