Maandag 29 januari 1973
My True Love
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My True Love
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Maandag 29 januari 1973
Groove Juice Special
Groove Juice Special
Composer(s): Slim Gaillard
Performer(s): Slim Gaillard
The groove juice special keeps rolling along
the groove juice special it's the night clubbers' song
You're out at night, and art feelin' tight
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
Z for ziskey is the word you'll say
When the bottles start comin' your way
You'll be hoppin' like hades a poppin'
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
You'll feel mellow, just a cello
you'll feel fine
just like wine, and I ain't lyin'
The groove juice special keeps rolling along
the groove juice special it's the night clubbers' song
You'll feel great like a P38
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
Zondag 28 januari 1973
Texas Trilogy: Bosque County Romance
Texas Trilogy: Bosque County Romance
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1969
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl just seventeen or so
When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago
Not even out of high school, folks said it wouldn't last
But when you grow up in the country, you grow up mighty fast
They married in a hurry in March before school was out
Folks said that she was pregnant, "Just wait and you'll find out"
It came about that winter, one gray November morn
The first of many more to come, a baby boy was born
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Now Billy kept what cattle his father could afford
Bouncing across the cactus in a 1950 Ford
The cows were sick and skinny and the weed was all that grew
But Billy kept the place alive, the only thing he knew
And Mary cooked the supper and Mary scrubbed the clothes
And Mary busted horses and blew the baby's nose
And Mary and a shotgun kept the rattlesnakes away
How she kept on smiling no one could ever say
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Now the drought of fifty-seven was a curse upon the land
No one in Bosque county could give Bill a helping hand
The ground was cracked and broken and the truck was out of gas
And cows can't feed on prickly pear instead of growing grass
Well, the weather got the water and a snake bite took a child
And a fire in the old barn took the hay that Bill had piled
The mortgage got the money and the screw worm got the cows
The years have come for Mary, she's waiting for them now
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Zondag 28 januari 1973
My Town
My Town
Performer(s): Patty Smyth
I took a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge
The new graffiti says that life's a bitch
And now I hear this bridge is fallin' down
Someone will steal it 'fore it hits the ground
Now, I wanna go out walkin' in my own neighborhood
Where I was just a little girl and life was good
But the boys around the corner gonna f--k with me
I'm gonna keep on walkin', they don't see
This is my town
I was born and raised on these streets
This is my town
Oh, yeah
Oh oh, yeah
My town
Too many people are on the streets tonight
It's way too hot, someone's lookin' for a fight
What a mess of faces in an endless sea
I'm gettin' tired of all this energy
And I guess I could just pick it up
And move outside of town
And listen to the crickets when the sun goes down
But then we couldn't hear them plain' down at S.O.B.'s
Where my friend, Lincoln can get us in for free
And this is my town
I grew up too fast on these streets
Hey, this is my town
Oh, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
This is my town
Ooh ooh, yeah
And tonight the rain is fallin'
Fallin' down
The lights outside are changin' without a sound
Oh, yeah
Now, lets' just take a train down into China Town
Passed a house of candles, you know they burned it down
Tomorrow is the Puerto Rican Day parade
They'll be dancin' in the street
Come to carry me away
And this is my town
I was born and raised on these streets
This is my town
I'm walkin' down these mean streets
It's a big, bad town
This is my town
Hey, yeah yeah yeah
This is my
Oh, oh, my town
I said yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Zondag 28 januari 1973
Grim Reaper Of Love
Grim Reaper Of Love
Composer(s): Al Nichol; Chuck Portz
Performer(s): The Turtles;
The Folkswingers; The Shamen
Movin' on slowly, sittin' forlornly
Looks through her window, clouds hide the sun
She thinks of her love, gone like the wild ones
She knows he'll never return
Chorus:
Grim reaper of love, grim reaper of love
Grim reaper of love, grim reaper of love
Killing the living and living to kill
Grim reaper of love thrives on pain; people, beware
Missed her sadness of the loss of his loaning
But in his past thinking, love can't last
We were so happy, peaceful and dear
But now his life's a little miser
(chorus)
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
Composer(s): Jim Morrison - John Densmore - Ray Manzarek - Robby Krieger
Performer(s): The Doors
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate"
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
My Tani
My Tani
Composer(s): John Avery Noble; Richard Gump; August Goupil
Performer(s): The Brothers Four;
The Ray Conniff Singers;
The Charles "Kaipo" Miller Serenaders
Farewell, my Tani, child of a coral sea
We dreamed of heaven, but you've forgotten me
I loved you dearly, why did we have to part?
Now I am lonely, here with a broken heart
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
Gricel
Gricel
Composer(s): José María Contursi; Mariano Mores
Performer(s): Fito Paez (Argentina);
and various other artists
No debí pensar jamas
en lograr tu corazón
y sin embargo te busque
hasta que un día te encontré
y con mis besos te aturdí
sin importarme que eras buena
Tu ilusión fue de percal
se rompió cuando partí
pues nunca mas te vi
oh, que amarga fue mi pena
No te olvides de mi
de tu Gricel
me dijiste al besar
el Cristo aquel
y hoy que vivo enloquecido
porque no te olvide
ni te acuerdas de mi
Gricel, Gricel
Me falto después tu voz
y el calor de tu mirar
y como un loco te busque
pero ya nunca te encontré
y en otros besos me perdí
mi vida toda fue un engaño
Que será de ti Gricel
se cumplió la ley de Dios
ah, ah, que amarga fue mi pena
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
tanta sangre que se llevo el río
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
no será tan fácil, ya se que pasa
no será tan simple como pensaba
como abrir el pecho y sacar el alma
una cuchillada del amor
luna de los pobres siempre abierta
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
como un documento inalterable
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y uniré las puntas de un mismo lazo
y me iré tranquilo, me iré despacio
y te daré todo, y me darás algo
algo que me alivie un poco mas
cuando no haya nadie, cerca o lejos
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
cuando los satélites no alcancen
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y hablo de países y de esperanza
hablo por la vida, hablo por la nada
hablo de cambiar esta nuestra casa
de cambiarla por cambiar nomás
quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Composer(s): Carol Hall
Performer(s): Dom De Luise
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Watch dog protects you, he's out on the prowl
Guards and checks the best he can, watch dog is a fighting man
Watch dog will throw, he's beam of light around
If some folks don't toe the line, watch dog's light will shine
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust
Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Dancing going on inside it, don't you see they gone
I inquired no one denied it, now I think I'm getting riled
Bodies close together, arms and legs all rearranged
And the sheriff does not close him down
That's very strange
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Does not close him down, that's very strange
Mean eyed juiced up brillitene honkytonk cowboys
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Mixing with green eyed thin lipped hard as nails peroxide blonds
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Not to mention some types, that you never guess would venture near
I can all depraved and loose and wild, ninety miles from here
And now our own Melvin P Thorp Sangers
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
I'll not let this scandal fade
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
All uprooting , our crusade
I can smell corruption, and I'll fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on
And it must stop
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Stop this copulation
Stop that copulation
Loveless copulation
Stop that copulation
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Llord have mercy on our souls
Watch dog smell corruption and will fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on, going on, going on, going on, going on, going on
Don't touch that dial
This is Melvin P Thorp saying I'll be back, with new and revealing information about this and other cases
Watch dog never sleeps
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
And it must stop
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
My Sweetie Went Away
My Sweetie Went Away
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Lou Handman
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
and various other artists
I've got a lovesick tale to tell to you
Though it ain't no affair of mine
It's 'bout a gal named Sue and a boy named Lou
They were fighting all the time
Sue came home one afternoon
And found an empty dining room
Without a word her turtledove had flown
She began to moan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
Oh, bid me goodbye
I'm blue as I can be
I know he loved another one but he didn't say who
He didn't say when, he didn't say what
His mama has got
That took my sweetie from me
I'm like a little lost sheep
And I can't sleep
But I keep trying to forget
My trifling papa has left his mama all alone, I groan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
I know I'll die
Why don't he hurry home
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Greenwood Creek
Greenwood Creek
Composer(s): Tom Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
See the woman
She's down on her knees
She own some land, and a good crop she seeks
down along the banks of Greenwood Creek
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dog's cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
far away in that promised land
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dog's cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
far away in that promised land
I can hear that south-bound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
Texas Across The River
Texas Across The River
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
Texas across the river
Where my wandrin' days I'll bid goodbye
Just the sound of Texas
Gits me "boom" in the solar plexis
It's enough to make a grown man cry!
Texas across the river
Don't need signs to tell ya where you're at
Ain't a trace of shade there
Seems the only real shade that's made there
Is the shade that's underneath your hat!
Texas across the river
Where your name is Tex or Sam or Slim
I just got to ride there
Gotta git to the other side there
I just hope 'n' pray my horse can swim!
Texas across the river
Where they treat a stranger fair and square
They may rob and loot me
They can stab me or even shoot me
I'll be smilin' if they plant me there!
'Cross the river to Texas
'Cross the river to Texas
And I'll nevermore roam
Makin' Texas my home!
Makin' Texas my home!...
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
My Sweetie
My Sweetie
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Irving Berlin; Ian Whitcomb
I never felt so happy before
A little rascal knocked at my door
It's Cupid that I'm speaking of
I'm in love
So in love
I must confess that right from the start
I went and lost my heart [Refrain:]
Wait till you see me with my sweetie
Showing her off to the crowd
Looking so dreamy at my sweetie
Feeling so terribly proud
She makes a specialty
Of looking good to me
She ought to be right in Tiffany's window
She's a jewel, I know that you'll agree
Wait till I'm married to my sweetie
How happy I'll be
I've got the bungalow paid for
I've had it 'specially made for
My sweetie
Sweetie, eetie, eetie
My sweetie and me
You've seen an exhibition where they
Charge you a large admission to stay
I mean the paintings that they show
Fine, I know
But don't go
I've got a picture and it's a treat
You needn't buy a seat
Donderdag 25 januari 1973
Green-Eyed Lady
Green-Eyed Lady
Composer(s): Jerry Corbetta; J.C. Phillips; Dave Riordan
Performer(s): Sugarloaf;
and various other artists
Green Eyed Lady, lovely lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun
Green eyed lady ocean lady
Soothing every wave that comes
Green eyed lady, passion's lady
dressed in love she lives for life to be
Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting suns and lonely lovers free
Green eyed lady, windswept lady
moves the night the waves the sand
Green eyed lady ocean lady
child of nature, friend of man
Green eyed lady passions lady
dressed in love she lives for life to be
Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting sons and lonely lovers free
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
Texas
Texas
Composer(s): Chris Rea
Performer(s): Chris Rea
Catch a sight of long lost summers
Catch a dream inside your hands
Take me where that lady comes from
Take me to that far off distant land
Rain comes pouring past my window
Turns my sky from blue to grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day
When Texas smiles around my bedroom
Who could ever turn her down
Tears of joy roll down my pillow
While cold north winds are blowing all around me
But I don't care, my dream is westbound
Far across that sky so grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day
She's my little Texas
My little Texas
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
My Sweet Virginia
My Sweet Virginia
Composer(s): Raymond Klages; Jack Meskill; Vincent Rose
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
My sweet Virginia, I'm sending you a line
To say I'm lonesome as that lonesome pine
My sweet Virginia, give me a word or sign
And take this blue ridge from this heart of mine
Nobody has your sunny personality
Make me the one to share your heart, fatality
Until I win ya, the sun will never shine
My sweet Virginia please say you'll be mine
Woensdag 24 januari 1973
Greenbacks
Greenbacks
Composer(s): Ray Charles; Renald Richard
Performer(s): Ray Charles;
and various other artists
As I was walking down the street last night
A pretty little girl came into sight
I bowed and smiled and asked her name
She said, "Hold it bud, I don't play that game"
I reached in my pocket, and to her big surprise
There was Lincoln staring her dead in the eyes
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
She looked at me with that familiar desire
Her eyes lit up like they were on fire
She said, "My name's Flo, and you're on the right track
But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back
So if you want to have fun in this man's land
Let Lincoln and Jackson start shaking hands"
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
I didn't know what I was getting into
But I popped Lincoln and Jackson, too
I didn't mind seeing them fade out of sight
I just knew I'd have some fun last night
Whenever you in town and looking for a thrill
If Lincoln can't get it, Jackson sure will
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
We went to a nightspot where the lights were low
Dined and danced, and I was ready to go
I got out of my seat, and when Flo arose
She said, "Hold on daddy, while I powder my nose"
I sat back down with a smiling face
While she went down to the powder place
With my greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
The music stopped and the lights came on
I looked around and saw I was all alone
I didn't know how long Flo had been gone
But a nose powder sure didn't take that long
I left the place with tears in my eyes
As I waved Lincoln and Jackson a last goodbye
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Tête De Bois
Tête De Bois
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît masqué
Comment deviner qu'ils s'aiment?
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils ne se sont jamais dit
le plus petit mot d'amour
Ils se baladent dans la vie
en copains de toujours
Ils pensent que c'est démodé
de se l'avouer qu'ils s'aiment
Ils ont des joues de gamins
mais leur cœur est déjà loin
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils vont tous les jours, tous les jours au cinéma
quand ils sortent du ciné, ils prennent un Coca Cola
Et comme des habitués ils écoutent la machine qui fait...
Elle s'habille comme lui
d'un pantalon, d'un blouson
Quand on les rencontre la nuit
on dirait deux garçons
Leur visage paraît figé
mais moi, je le sais qu'ils s'aiment
Ils jouent des jeux dangereux
C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils se jettent dans la nuit
en écrasant les chemins
à grands coups de phares et de bruit
la nuit leur appartient
Mais quand ils se retrouvent au jour
la route est toujours la même
C'est parce qu'ils n'ont presque rien
qu'ils voudraient tout à la fois
C'est le temps des n'importe quoi
âge tendre et tête de bois
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
My Sweet Lord
My Sweet Lord
Composer(s): George Harrison
Originally performed by: Billy Preston
Covered by various other artists
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)
Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet lord (Hare Rama)
(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Dinsdag 23 januari 1973
Greenback Dollar
