Woensdag 21 februari 1973
My World Is Empty Without You
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My World Is Empty Without You
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Woensdag 21 februari 1973
Guerre
Guerre
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Au nom de la stupidité
Il faut haïr son prochain
Quand la colombe est blessée
La voilà qui revient
Guerre
C'est la guerre
Pour n'importe quoi la guerre
Guerre
C'est la guerre
Et même les dieux font la guerre
Et mourir pour une idée
Sans savoir si on s'est trompé
La guerre n'est qu'une putain
Pour qui l'amour n'est plus rien
Guerre
C'est la guerre
C'est n'importe quand la guerre
Guerre
C'est la guerre
C'est n'importe quoi la guerre
Je déclare une guerre
Sans merci à la guerre
Je m'engage pour me battre
Et faire la guerre contre la guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Je ferai la guerre à la guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Je ferai la guerre à la guerre
Guerre guerre
Guerre guerre
Oh! C'est la guerre
Dinsdag 20 februari 1973
That Means A Lot
That Means A Lot
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles
and multiple other artists
A friend says that your love
Won't mean a lot
And you know that your love
Is all you've got
At times things are so fine
And at times they're not
But when she says she loves you
That means a lot
A friend says that a love
Is never true
And you know that this
Don't apply on you
A touch can mean so much
When it's all you've got
When she says she loves you
That means a lot
Love can be deep inside
Love can be suicide
Can't you see you can't hide
What you feel when it's real
A friend says that your love
Won't mean a lot
And you know that your love
Is all you've got
A touch can mean so much
When it's all you've got
But when she says she loves you
That means a lot
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Can't you see, yeah
Dinsdag 20 februari 1973
My Word! You Do Look Queer
My Word! You Do Look Queer
Composer(s): Bob Weston; Bert Lee
Performer(s): Stanley Holloway
I've been very poorly but now I feel prime
I've been out today for the very first time
I felt like a lad as I walked down the road
Then I met Old Jones and he said, 'Well I'm blowed!'
My word you do look queer!
My word you do look queer!
Oh, dear! You look dreadful: you've had a near shave
You look like a man with one foot in the grave'
I said, 'Bosh! l'm better; it's true I've been ill'
He said, 'I'm delighted you're better, but still
I wish you'd a thousand for me in your will
My word, you do look queer!'
That didn't improve me, it quite put me back
Still, I walked farther on, and I met Cousin jack
He looked at me hard and he murmured, 'Gee whiz!
It's like him! It can't be! It isn't! It is!
By gosh! Who'd have thought it? Well, well, I declare!
I'd never have known you except for your hair
My word you do look queer!
My word you do look queer!
Your cheeks are all sunk and your colour's all gone
Your neck's very scraggy, still you're getting on
How old are you now? About fifty, that's true
Your father died that age, your mother did too
Well, the black clothes I wore then'll come in for you
My word! You do look queer!'
That really upset me; I felt quite cast down
But I tried to buck up, and then up came old Brown
He stared at me hard, then he solemnly said
'You shouldn't be out, you should be home in bed
I heard you were bad, well I heard you were gone
You look like a corpse with an overcoat on
'My word you do look queer!
My word you do look queer!
You'd best have a brandy before you drop dead'
So, pale as a sheet, I crawled in the'King's Head'
The barmaid sobbed,'Oh you poor fellow,' and then
She said, 'On the slate you owe just one pound ten
You'd better pay up, we shan't see you again
My word you do look queer!'
My knees started knocking, I did feel so sad
Then Brown said, 'Don't die in a pub, it looks bad'
He said, 'Come with me, I'll show you what to do
Now I've got a friend who'll be useful to you'
He led me to Black's Undertaking Depot
And Black, with some crepe round his hat said, 'Hello
'My word you do look queer!
My word you do look queer!
Now we'll fix you up for a trifling amount
Now what do you say to a bit on account?'
I said, 'I'm not dying
'He said,'Don't say that!
My business of late has been terribly flat
But I'm telling my wife she can have that new hat!
My word, you do look queer!'
I crawled in the street and I murmured, 'I'm done'
Then up came Old Jenkins and shouted, 'By gum!'
'My word you do look well!
My word you do look well!
You're looking fine and in the pink!'
I shouted, 'Am I?... Come and have a drink!
You've put new life in me, I'm sounder than a bell
By gad! There's life in the old dog yet
My word I do feel well!'
Dinsdag 20 februari 1973
Gue, Gue, Solingaie (Sweep The Dreampath Clear)
Gue, Gue, Solingaie (Sweep The Dreampath Clear)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Adelaide Van Wey
Gue-gue Solingaie
Dreamland opens here
balliez chimin-la
Sweep the dreampath clear
M'a dis li
Listen, chile
oui, m'as dis li
now listen well
Calbasse, il connain parler
What the tortoise may have to tell
Calbasse, il connain parler
What the tortoise may have to tell
Gue-gue Solingaie
Dreamland opens here
Balliez chimin-la
Sweep the dreampath clear
M'a dis li
Listen, chile
oui, m'a dis li
now listen well
Cocodril, li connain chanter
To the song of the crocodile
Cocodril, li connain chanter
To the song of the crocodile
Gue-gue Solingaie
Dreamland opens here
Balliez chimin-la
Sweep the dreampath clear
M'a dis li
Listen, chile
oui, m'a dis li
now close your eyes
Pichou, li connain trangier
In the canebreak, the wildcat cries
Pichou, li connain trangier
In the canebreak, the wildcat cries
Maandag 19 februari 1973
That Makes It Tough
That Makes It Tough
Composer(s): Buddy Holly
Performer(s): Buddy Holly; Lazy Cowgirls
Time goes by, I'll still remember you
That makes it tough- Oh so tough
When you tell me you don't love me
That makes it tough- Oh so tough- oh oh oh
When you say you don't care no more
Memories will follow me forever
Though I know my dreams will not come true
All those precious things we shared together
Time goes by I'll still remember you
And that makes it tough- Oh so tough
When you tell me you don't love me
That makes it tough- Oh so tough- oh oh oh
When you say you don't care no more
Maandag 19 februari 1973
My Wonderful One (Marty Robbins)
My Wonderful One
Composer(s): Jimmy Sweeney
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
All the islands are sad cause you're leavin' me
The Lord only knows just how lonesome I'll be
The days, the nights we shared were so much fun
My darlin', my wonderful one
My wonderful one, my wonderful one
You're sailing out to the sea
My wonderful one, my wonderful one
Oh hurry home, please hurry home to me
My wonderful one, my wonderful one
You're sailing out to the sea
My wonderful one, my wonderful one
Oh hurry home, please hurry home to me
Maandag 19 februari 1973
Gue Gue
Gue Gue
Composer(s): Dave Guard; Bob Shane; Nick Reynolds
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
Gue-gue solingaie, balliez chimin-la
Gue-gue solingaie, balliez chimin-la
M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li
Calbass' li connain parler
Calbass' li connain parler
Sleep, sleep, don't you weep
Dry your tears a-while
Dream, dream, then you'll hear
the singing crocodile
Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming
Hush, now, baby don't you cry
Sail, sail, pretty babe
while the moon is low
Through bright bayou night
the dreamboats drifting slow
Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming
Hush, now, baby don't you cry
Zondag 18 februari 1973
That Lucky Fellow
That Lucky Fellow
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Jerome Kern
Performer(s): Robert Shackleton & Grace McDonald
and multiple other artists
That lucky fellow, who gets you
Who knows you love him, and lets you
Oh, how he'll laugh when you play the clown
Oh, how he'll mope while he works in town
But with each long day behind him
The failing sunlight will find him
Back in your arms, where he wants to be
How I'd want those arms, if I were he
That lucky lady who gets you
Who knows you love her, and lets you
Oh, how she'll laugh when you play the clown
Oh, how she'll mope while he works in town
But with each long day behind her
The failing sunlight will find her
Back in your arms, where she wants to be
How I'd want those arms, if I were she
Zondag 18 februari 1973
My Wonderful One (Judy Garland & Mickey Rooney)
My Wonderful One (aka Wonderful One)
Composer(s): Ferde Grofé; Paul Whiteman;
Marshall Neilan; Dorothy Terriss
Performer(s): Judy Garland & Mickey Rooney
and various other artists
........... that I love you so
Awake or sleeping
My hearts's in your keeping
And calling to you soft and low
My wonderful one
Whenever I'm dreaming
Love's lovelight a-gleaming I see
My wonderful one
How my arms ache to hold, dear
To cuddle and fold you to me
Just you, only you
In the shadowy twilight
In silvery moonlight
There's none like you, I adore you
My life I'll live for you,
Oh, my wonderful, wonderful one
Zondag 18 februari 1973
Gudbuy T'Jane
Gudbuy T'Jane
Composer(s): Noddy Holder; James Whild Lea
Performer(s): Slade;
and various other artists
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane
She's a dark horse see if she can
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, painted up like a fancy young man
[Chorus]:
She's a queen can't you see what I mean
She's a queen
See, (see) see, she's a queen
And I know she's alright, alright, alright, alright
I say you're so young you're so young
I say you're so young you're so young
I say you're so young you're so young
I said
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane,
Get a kick from her forties trip boots
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, has them made to match up to her suits
{Chorus}
I said
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane
Like a dark horse see how she ran
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, spits on me cos' she knows that she can
{Chorus}
I say you're so young, she's alright, alright, alright, alright.
I say you're so young you're so young, alright, alright
I say you're so young ...
Zaterdag 17 februari 1973
Child Of Peace
Child Of Peace
Composer(s): Bob Farrell
Performer(s): Sandi Patti
On a night of promise long ago
When a star announced the light of hope
To a world that knew no peace before
The holy child of peace was born
But he stirred their longings deep within
For his kingdom knew no end
From a place eternal high above
The wondrous child of peace had come
Child of comfort, child of light
Hope that drowns away the night
Touch our lives from heaven above
Oh child of peace, we need your love
In a world where peace eludes us still
Where the heart exerts its will
At a time when words are not enough
Oh child of peace we need your love
Oh man of peace we need your love
God who only knows our need
Come to us, oh child of peace
Zaterdag 17 februari 1973
My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Originally performed by: Marty Robbins
Covered by various other artists
Hands that are strong, but wrinkled
Doin' work that never gets done
Hair that's lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun
Eyes that show some disappointment
And there's been quite a lot in her life
She's the foundation I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife
Everyday has been uphill
Oh, we've climbed, but we can't reach the top
I'm weak and I'm easily discouraged
She just smiles when I want to stop
Lips that are weary but tender
With love that strengthens my life
A Saint in a dress made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife
Two little babies were born in the Spring
But died when the Winter was new
I lost control of my mind and my soul
But my woman's faith carried us through
When she reaches that river
Lord, you know what she's worth
Give her that mansion up yonder
'Cause she's been through hell here on Earth
Lord, give her my share of Heaven
If I've earned any here in this life
'Cause, God, I believe she deserves it
My woman, my woman, my wife
Zaterdag 17 februari 1973
Guardian Angels
Guardian Angels
Composer(s): Gerda Beilenson; Harpo Marx
Performer(s): Mario Lanza;
and various other artists
Guardian angels around my bed
Joining me in my prayers
They hush the shadows
When they dance above
They shew away the bears
Guardian angels to comfort me
If I wake in the night
They gather all of my dreams
Their halo's are my light
They dry my tears
If I should weep
They tuck me
They rouse me from my sleep
Guardian angels around my head
Standing by till I rise
There's one with shinning wings
That holds my hand
And shows me paradise
Guardian angels to comfort me
If I wake in the night
They gather all of my dreams
Their halo's are my light
They dry my tears
If I should weep
They tuck me
They rouse me from my sleep
Guardian angels around my head
Standing by till I rise
There's one with shinning wings
That holds my hand
And shows me paradise
Vrijdag 16 februari 1973
That Lovely Weekend
That Lovely Weekend
Composer(s): Moira Heath - Ted Heath
Performer(s): Vera Lynn
and multiple other artists
I haven’t said “Thanks” for that lovely weekend
Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend
The thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain
To mark the occasion we went out to dine
Remember the laughter, the music, the wine
That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown
And breakfast next morning just we two alone
You had to go, the time was so short
We both had so much to say
Your kit to be packed, the train to be caught
Sorry I cried but I just felt that way
And now you have gone dear this letter I pen
My heart travels with you till we meet again
Keep smiling, my darling, and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet, a lifetime as sweet as
That lovely weekend
I haven’t said “Thanks” for that lovely weekend
Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend
And the thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain
And to mark the occasion we went out to dine
Do you remember the laughter, how we laughed, and the music
Harry Roy’s Band, and,and the wine, no champagne, just er just wine
Then we waited a long time for a taxi, but we got one at last
And then breakfast the next morning, just we two alone
And then I had to go, and time was so short
And we both had so much to say, and you packed my kit
And the train had to be caught, and what a train
And then I cried
And now that you’ve gone dear, this letter I pen
My heart travels with you until we meet again
So keep smiling my darling and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet as that lovely weekend
Vrijdag 16 februari 1973
My Window Faces The South
My Window Faces The South
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Mitchell Parish; Abner Silver
Performer(s): Willie Nelson
My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling
but still I can't see fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the south
and though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth
my window faces the south
My window faces the south...
My window faces the south
Vrijdag 16 februari 1973
Guantanamera (Spanish Version)
Guantanamera
Composer(s): Hector Angulo; José Marti; Pete Seeger
Performer(s): The Sandpipers; Nana Mouskouri
and various other artists
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Donderdag 15 februari 1973
That Look In Your Eyes
That Look In Your Eyes
Performer(s): Ali Campbell
Show me a girl peace and harmony in her heart
When things go wrong there will be no falling apart
One who understands, that things aren't always gonna go right and
I'll show you a man who can show you the light
Show me a boy when the burden's on his shoulder
As time goes on seems to only make him bolder
Then I met you
Something that I can't explain
This feeling that I get is like I'm going insane
It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get from the stars above me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you
Hey, I thank you baby
I thank you baby I thank you
Show me a girl that can make me feel better
With a kiss sealed inside a perfumed letter
One who understands, when the tour is six months long
And waiting with open arms, 'cos it's been too long
Show me a boy whose loving that I'm missing
Who can be there when I need someone to listen
One who keeps in mind that I should never be alone
Because I'll be there even if it's by telephone
It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get when ever you're near me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you
Yeah, I thank you baby I thank you baby
Yeah, I thank you baby
Donderdag 15 februari 1973
My Wild Irish Rose
My Wild Irish Rose
Composer(s): Chauncey Olcott
Performer(s): John McCormack
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose
They may sing of their roses which, by other names
Would smell just as sweetly, they say
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose
Donderdag 15 februari 1973
Guantanamera (French Version)
