Maandag 25 december 1972
My Prayer
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My Prayer
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Maandag 25 december 1972
Green Dolphin Street
Green Dolphin Street
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & Joe Pass
Lover, one lovely day
Love came planning to stay
Green Dolphin Street supplied the setting
The setting for nights beyond forgetting
And through these moments apart
Memories live in my heart
When I recall the love I found on
I could kiss the ground on
Green Dolphin Street
Maandag 25 december 1972
Green Door
Green Door
Composer(s): Bob Davie; Marvin Moore
Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens;
and various other artists
Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Uuh, Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Knocked once
Tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed!
Hospitality's thin there
Wonder
Just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Zondag 24 december 1972
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1975
Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you can't find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, that's all
I'm running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
I'm stranded in the jungle
Taking all the heat they was giving
The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright
And lined with the light of the living
From a tenement window a transistor blasts
Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast
She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
And I'm all alone, I'm all alone
And kid you better get the picture
And I'm on my own, I'm on my own
And I can't go home
When the change was made uptown
And the Big Man joined the band
From the coastline to the city
All the little pretties raise their hands
I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half
With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out...
Zondag 24 december 1972
Un'estate Fa
Un'estate Fa
Dutch & French Titles:
Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un Beau Roman; Une Belle Histoire
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Fugain; F. Califano
Performer(s): Mina
and various other artists
(Originally performed by: Michel Fugain)
Un'estate fa la storia di noi due
era un pò come una favola
ma l'estate va e porta via con sè
anche il meglio delle favole
La tua strada è là ma ci dividerà
la mia strada della vacanza
segnerà la tua lontananza
Un'estate fa non c'eri che tu
ma l'estate somiglia a un gioco
è stupenda ma dura poco
Torno a casa mia e torni pure tu
sono cose che succedono
un'estate in più che mi regalerà
un autunno malinconico senza te
E finice qui la storia di noi due
due amanti che si perdono
Un'estate fa la storia di noi due
era un pò come una favola
Zondag 24 december 1972
Green Acres
Green Acres
Composer(s): Victor Mizzy
Performer(s): Flatt & Scruggs;
and various other artists
Green acres is the place for me
Farm livin’ is the life for me
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside
New York is where I’d rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue
The chores
The stores
Fresh air
Times Square
You are my wife
Good bye, city life
Green Acres we are there!
Zaterdag 23 december 1972
Tenterfield Saddler
Tenterfield Saddler
Composer(s): Peter Alan
Performer(s): Peter Alan; Olivia Newton-John; Todd McKenny
The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street and lived on Manners
Fifty two years he sat on his verandah
And made his saddles
And if you had questions about sheep, or flowers or dogs
You'd just ask the saddler, who lived without sin
They're building a library for him
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough
Went off and got married and had a way baby
Something was wrong and it's easier to drink then go crazy
And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
Well George had no answers about why a son
Ever has need of a gun
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The Grandson of George has been all round the world
And lives no special place
Changed his last name and he married a girl
With an interesting face
He'd almost forgotten them both
Because in the life that he leads
There's nowhere for George and his library
Or the son with his gun to belong
Except in this song
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Oh time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler
Make your bed
Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
Oh time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
Zaterdag 23 december 1972
My Pony Boy
My Pony Boy
Composer(s): Charlie O'Donnell; Bobbie Heath
Performer(s): Lillian Lorraine
Way out west, in a nest from the rest
dwelt the bestest little Bronco Boy
He could ride, he could glide o'er the prairies like an arrow
Every maid in the glade was afraid
he would trade his little heart away
So each little peach made a nice little speech of love to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy?
Don't say no, here we go off across the plains
Marry me, carry me right away with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa!
My Pony Boy
Till one day, out that way, so they say, came to stay a fluffy ruffle girl
She made eyes, she surprised, and he found his heart was lassoed
When he thought he was caught, how he fought, but she taught this pony boy to love
But he balked when she talked of a trip to New York, so she sang to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy?
Don't say no, here we go off across the plains
Marry me, carry me right away with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa!
My Pony Boy
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whooooooa!
My Pony Boy
Zaterdag 23 december 1972
Great Speckled Bird
Great Speckled Bird
Composer(s): Roy Carter; Guy Smith
Performer(s): Roy Acuff;
and various other artists
What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird
Remember her name is recorded
On the pages of God's Holy Word
All the other birds are flocking 'round her
And she is despised by the squad
But the great speckled bird in the Bible
Is one with the great church of God
All the other churches are against her
They envy her glory and fame
They hate her because she is chosen
And has not denied Jesus' name
Desiring to lower her standard
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teachings
But really they find no mistake
She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up in the sky
In the presence of all her despisers
With a song never uttered before
She will rise and be gone in a moment
Till the great tribulation is o'er
I am glad I have learned of her meekness
I am proud that my name is on her book
For I want to be one never fearing
The face of my Savior to look
When He cometh descending from heaven
On the cloud that He writes in His Word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of that great speckled bird
Vrijdag 22 december 1972
Tentando A Diana
Tentando A Diana
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos - Alejadro Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ella dijo que no
volvió a casa sin llorar
él le pidió perdón
mandó rosas
en signo de paz
A ella no le alcanzó
y los dos se dejaron de ver
pasado un mes
escuchar su voz
en el contestador
el mismo mensaje
una y otra vez
solo el cielo sabe que pasó
y es que algo esta
y es que algo esta
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ella dijo que si
y propuso
hora y lugar
él se porto muy bien
y lo hicieron sin hablar
jóvenes cuerpos
en la fábula del amor
Volvió a casa
Subió corriendo a su habitación
mamá y papá no la vieron llegar
y ella guardó su secreto en el mar
una generación mas
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Vrijdag 22 december 1972
Une Belle Histoire
Une Belle Histoire (aka Un beau roman)
Dutch & Italian Titles:
Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un'estate Fa
Composer(s): Michel Fugain; Pierre Delanoë
Originally performed by: Michel Fugain
Covered by various other artists
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main
Un cadeau de la providence
Alors pourquoi penser au lendemain
Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé
Se laissant porter par les courants
Se sont racontés leurs vies qui commençaient
Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants
Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Qui cueillir le ciel aux creux de leurs mains
Comme on cueille la providence
Refusant de penser au lendemain
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était fini le jour de chance
Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin
Saluèrent la providence en se faisant un signe de la main
Il rentra chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle est descendue là-bas dans le midi
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Vrijdag 22 december 1972
Great Mid-West
Great Mid-West
Composer(s): John Cougar
Performer(s): John Cougar
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice
Come back home cook out in the backyard
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where the cornfields row and flow
They're all 5 years ahead of their time
Or 25 behind, I just don't know
All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives
And how much money they're gonna make on Friday night
And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends
Hey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fight
And they call this the Great Midwest
Sure make a hell of a car
And the old hearts, they race their way through the night
The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's just about all of this whole world
That any of us get to see, get to know
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where you sacrifice your body and soul
And no one really wants to get even
Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go
Don't get me wrong I ain't complaining
I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame
That's just the way things are around here
And there's a future carryin' my name on it
Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it
If you're gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good friends
Well I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
So I can't talk about the big city life
But if you wanna talk about bein' bored and runnin'
Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky
Donderdag 21 december 1972
Tennessee Wig Walk
Tennessee Wig Walk
Composer(s): Larry Coleman - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Bonnie Lou; Dan Zanes
I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I’m broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And we’ll always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I’m broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And we’ll always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Donderdag 21 december 1972
Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje
Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje ((aka Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) - 2003;
Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno) - 2003))
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Jack Bulterman
Performer(s): Willy Alberti & Willeke Alberti - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Ces Mots Stupides (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
Ik zoek naar mooie zinnen, over liefde en beminnen
Als ik denk aan jou
Ik droom van blauwe zeeen, van de mooiste orchideen
En van eeuwige trouw
Ik maak voor jou gedichten, waar je zeker voor zal zwichten
Als ik ze zeggen zou
Maar dan verberg ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"
Op hetzelfde ogenblik, begrijp ik dadelijk vol schrik
Ik heb je droom verstoord
Op het spannendste moment, wanneer je heel dicht bij me bent
Geef ik geen enkel woord
Ik zou heel veel willen zeggen, om je duidelijk uit te leggen
Hoeveel ik droom over jou
Maar alle mooie woorden, die je duizend maal al hoorde
Klinken toch veel te flauw
Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer
Wat ik je zeggen wou
En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"
Lalala
Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer
Wat ik je zeggen wou
En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou
Donderdag 21 december 1972
Great Men Repeat Themselves
Great Men Repeat Themselves
Composer(s): Buddy Starcher;
John Hartford; Joe Holcomb; Sheb Wooley
Performer(s): Ben Colder
You've all heard it said that history repeats itself
Did you know that great men repeat themselves also
I repeat myself a lot, repeat myself a lot
repeat myself a lot
Do you think that it's a coincidence that the name Lyndon contains six letters
That the name Batman contains six letters also
At batman's side stands the boy wonder, Robin
At Lyndon's side stands the wonder boy Hubey
And the names Robin and Hubey each contain five letters
The names Gotham City and Washington each contain ten letters
The names Mr Robert S. McNamara and Commissioner Gordon
Both contain eighteen letters and that's a bunch of 'em
The names Riddler and Degaule each contain seven letters
That is if you spell Degaule with one L
On the other hand they contain eight letters
If you spell Degaulle with two L's and riddler with three D's
Now Batman's Batmobile is in reality an experimental model Lincoln Continental
And Lyndon's Lincoln Continental is in reality an experimental model Batmoblie
You didn't know that
Behind a cape crusader stands a young bird named Robin
Behind the tall Texan stands a lady crusader named Byrd
There are fifty-two weeks in a year, you knew that
Seven days in a week, add two for the number of beegle hounds in the
family and you get nine
The square root of nine is three
Divide this by a wife and two daughters and you get one
And there is only one Batman
On the other hand you take one and divide by five and you get a fifth
You get a fifth and I'll get a fifth and we'll get on with it
Besides that, the name Superman and Fred Flintstone
Both contain seven, eight, no that's not going to work out
But the name Huckleberry Hound contains sixteen letters all by itself
And that's pretty unusual for a dog don't you think
If you need more proof that great men do repeat themselves
In October 1965 batman said and I quote, "To the Batmoblile Robin"
And in July he said, and I quote again, "To the Batmoblie, Robin"
Of course that was on a re-run
And as farther proof that great men do indeed repeat themselves
Uh, repeat themselves, uh, repeat themselves
Woensdag 20 december 1972
Tennessee Saturday Night
Tennessee Saturday Night
Composer(s): Billy Hughes
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists
Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar
They do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev'rybody does his best to act just right
'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night
Woensdag 20 december 1972
My Pledge Of Love
My Pledge Of Love
Composer(s): Joe Stafford
Performer(s): Joe Jeffrey Group;
Paul Ansell; Kingfish
I woke up this mornin', Baby
I had you on my mind
I woke up this mornin', Baby
You know that I felt so fine
You know I need you
You know that I love you
This is my pledge of love to
My pledge of love
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you
Yeah, to you, yeah
I woke up this mornin', Baby
I had you on my mind
I felt so much love this mornin'
Little girl, little girl, you feel so fine
You know I need you
You know that I love you
Darling, this is my pledge of love
My pledge of love
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you
Oh yeah, to you, yea-yeah
Sky's gettin dark above me
Baby, I need your lovin'
Got to have all of your lovin'
Baby, I want your lovin'
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
I woke up this mornin', Baby
Yes, and I called your name
I felt so much love this mornin'
Little girl, little girl, for shame
You know I need you
You know that I love you
And this is my pledge of love to
My pledge of love, hey
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you, yeah
Oh, got to have your lovin'
Baby, you know I want your lovin'
Ooooooh, need your ...
Woensdag 20 december 1972
Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy)
Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy)
Composer(s): Terry Allen
Performer(s): Terry Allen; The Country Gazette
He was a panhandle prince…ahhh
Schoolboy football king
They told him "Hi" in the halls
'Cause he could run them balls
But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean
He dated high-tone girls
With frosty pom-pom curls
But he never gave out his ring
He was the best of the best
He met the grid-iron test
An there ain't nothin…as American
And clean
He was the pride of the backfield
Ahhh the hero of his day
Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue
They won District Triple-A
An his name made all the papers
As the best they'd ever had
Yeah so nobody understood it
When the Great Joe Bob went bad
First he lost his scholarship
To Texas Tech
For drinking during training
And breaking the coach's neck…yeah
Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene
Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy
Daughter of the Dean
So…
He took up with a waitress
Named Loose Ruby Cole
While she was a-hoppin' tables
Down at the Hi-D-Ho
And he met her on the sly
When her daddy weren't around
Yeah but he stopped making yardage
When he started messin 'round
(chorus)
Yeah it spread like a country wildfire
That something big had gone all strange
Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback
Was actin half-deranged…ahhh
He'd been seen out with this woman
Gettin drunk and havin fun
Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer
And said, "Football days is done"
Then…
He and old Loose Ruby
Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store
And had a run-in with the law
When they's runnin out the door
And Joe Bob's fate was sealed
For the next century
Yeah he traded in the pigskin
For the penitentiary
(chorus)
Dinsdag 19 december 1972
Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll
Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll
Composer(s): Irving Reid - Larry Coleman
Performer(s): Bobby Helms
Oh, I went down to Tennessee
Yes, I went down to Tennessee
What did I see in Tennessee?
I saw a place where dancers meet
I swear I saw the dancingest feet
You never heard a wilder beat
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
The caller called: "Let's promenade!"
The fiddling man looked gone as he played
The old square dance had been remade
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Then all at once, before I knew
I joined in with the Hullaballoo
I dug the beat and did it too
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Dinsdag 19 december 1972
My Pet
