Zaterdag 14 april 1973
Cachorrito
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Cachorrito
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
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Zaterdag 14 april 1973
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)
Composer(s): Steve Cropper; Otis Redding
Performer(s): Otis Redding;
and various other artists
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all
Sad songs is all I know
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all
Sad songs is all I know
It has a sweet melody tonight
Anybody can sing it any old time
What in your heart puts you in a groove
And when you sing this song
It'll make youre whole body move
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
I'll turn Your turn, now
All my life I've been singing these sad songs
Trying to get my message to you
But this is the only song [y'ALL] I can sing
And when I get to singing my message to you
It goes
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
It's a lovely song
It's just alive
It tells a story
You've got to get your message
A strong message
I'm worried alive
I'm worried alive [Watch me]
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Your turn
Everybodys turn
Everybodys turn
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
One more time
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Worried alive
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
That's My Home (The Band)
That's My Home
Composer(s): Levon Helm - Rebennack
Performer(s): The Band
You how long I've waited
I waited for so long
It needs a place I'm going
That's my home
Princie, how do you do?
They all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home
It matters a difference
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that
And we got blues that match the sky
And love hurts like a fly
Until the day I die
That's my home
It matters a difference
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that
And friends say, "How do you do?"
We all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home
That's my home
That's my home
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
Cachito, Campeón De Corrientes
Cachito, Campeón De Corrientes
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco; Ismael Serrano
Desde Corrientes a Buenos Aires un señor lo vino a buscar
cuando estacionó su auto vino el barrio a saludar
Chau Cachito chau vas a ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión oyoyo oyoyo oyoyo
En la noche del debut Corrientes estaba prendido
y un solo grito se oyó cuando el correntino entró
Vamos Cachito vamos debes ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión
El correntino saltarín mostraba su inocencia
y entre las cuerdas se vió sangrar sus redondas cejas
Que pensará mi madre ay, ay si que pensará
que pensará mi barrio ay, ay si que pensará
Que me estará pasando que no lo puedo parar
este me está matando de verdad
Como estará mi madre ay, ay si como estará
como estará mi pueblo ay, ay si como estará
Llora Corrientes llora la derrota de su campeón
el jueves llega Cachito en el micro de las dos
Y ese señor del auto no aparece por Corrientes
porque dice que es suficiente el dinero que ganó
Vrijdag 13 april 1973
Fado Tropical
Fado Tropical
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists
Oh, musa do meu fado
Oh, minha mãe gentil
Te deixo consternado
No primeiro abril
Mas não sê tão ingrata
Não esquece quem te amou
E em tua densa mata
Se perdeu e se encontrou
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental
Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo
Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar
Meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''
Com avencas na caatinga
Alecrins no canavial
Licores na moringa
Um vinho tropical
E a linda mulata
Com rendas do Alentejo
De quem numa bravata
Arrebato um beijo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Meu coração tem um sereno jeito
E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto
De tal maneira que, depois de feito
Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito
É que há distância entre intencão e gesto
E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito
Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta
Ostento a aguda empunhadura à proa
Mas o meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta
Mais que depressa a mão cega executa
Pois que senão o coração perdoa''
Guitarras e sanfonas
Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes
Sardinhas, mandioca
Num suave azulejo
E o rio Amazonas
Que corre Trás-os-Montes
E numa pororoca
Deságua no Tejo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Donderdag 12 april 1973
Blue Pacific Blues
Blue Pacific Blues
Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Jo Ann Greer
I'm gettin' the blue pacific blues
The feelin' ya get from real bad news
I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains
I get in this mood whenever it rains
I'm gettin' the blues
Alone in the dark and sultry night
Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right
To add to the fact your feelin' so bad
the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad
I got the blues
Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin'
and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more
That devil rain continues poundin' at your window
And the tropic winds, keep howlin' at your door
Because of all the rain and mud
The feel of the place gets in your blood
But deep in the night there comes unawares
the terrible thought that nobody cares
Your back with the blues-again
To be even more specific
You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues
Donderdag 12 april 1973
Cachito
Cachito
Composer(s): Consuelo Velázquez
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Cachito, Cachito, Cachito mio
Pedazo de cielo que Diós me dió
Te miro y te miro y al fin
Bendigo bendigo la suerte de ser tu amor
Me preguntan por que eres mi cachito
Y yo siento muy bonito al responder
Por que eres de mi vida un pedazito
Que yo quiero como a nadie he de querer
Cachito ... cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de mamá ... y de papá
Cachito ... Cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de papá ... y de mamá
A tu lado yo no sê lo que es tristeza
Y las horas se me pasan sin sentir
Tu me miras y yo pierdo la cabeza
Y lo único que puedo es repetir
Donderdag 12 april 1973
Fado
Fado
Composer(s): Michele Vendome; Henri Decker
Performer(s): Dalida
Fado, fado
Le Portugal te doit ces nuits blanches
Quand on fond de l'ombre tu te penches
Offrant ta fraîcheur sous le ciel chaud
Fado, fado
Le soir sur la place on se rassemble
Et dés que ta voix ce fait entendre
Toutes les mères rythment le fado
Tous les cœurs
Te confis leurs espoirs et leurs peines
Le bonheur ce confond enfin avec les pleurs
Grâce au
Fado, fado
Quand la femme au châle noir te chante
C'est tout un monde que l'on invente
Rien que pour un refrain de fado
La la la
Fado, fado
Pour deux étrangers venus t'entendre
Le bonheur ne s'est pas fait attendre
Car l'amour aime bien le fado
Fado, fado
On s'est regardé sans rien ce dire
Aussitôt tu fleuris en sourire
Nos cœurs ce sont compris sans un mot
Dans ma main
En tremblant il pose sa main douce
Et soudain pour nos deux cœurs
Il ne dit plus rien
Que le
Fado, fado
Rythmons cet amour devenu notre
Nous sommes partis l'un contre l'autre
Tandis que s'éloigne le fado
Fado, fado, fado
Woensdag 11 april 1973
That's My Home (Louis Armstrong)
That's My Home
Composer(s): Ben Ellison - Leon Rene - Otis Rene
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
When sunset in the sky
And flowers never die, yeas
And friends don't pass you by
Because that's my home
Oh where the folks say howdedo
And they really mean it too
Where mama's love is true
Because that's my home
I'm always welcomed back
No matter where I roam
Just a ltttle old shack to me
Is home sweet home
Where the swanny river flows
Where the shady pine trees grow
Then I know that's my home
Woensdag 11 april 1973
Caché Derrière Mes Poings
Caché Derrière Mes Poings
Composer(s): Giles Thibaut - Jean Renard
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'ai, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu Joe Les Grandes Dents
Monsieur 120 pour cent
Caché au premier rang
Ses cent kilos tassés
Dans une place à 1000 francs
Quand il a vu ma droite
Il a jeté son cigare
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Des valises de dollars
J'ai vu qu'il me fallait
Gagner ce soir
Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu madame la foule
Avec monsieur les gens
M'insulte au bord des gants
Prêt à me faire souffrir
Ou bien à m'applaudir
À moitié fossoyeur
Et à moitié vampire
Et dans leurs yeux j'ai vu
J'ai vu des mises à mort
J'ai vu qu'il me fallait
Gagner ce soir
Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu l'homme à abattre
On était frères ennemis
Si c'est pas moi c'est lui
Et j'étais l'ascenseur
Et lui le toboggan
Quand y a un homme qui monte
Y en a un qui descend
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Un loup devenir chien
Et j'ai vu que j'allais
Gagner ce soir
Mesdames, mesdemoiselles, messieurs
Ce soir au célèbre Palais des Sports de Paris
Grand combat international de poids moyen
En dix reprises de trois minutes
À ma droite
Directement venu d'Amérique
Et candidat au titre de Champion du Monde
Le bombardier noir de New-York
Lesther Wilson
À ma gauche
72 kilos 500
L'actuel Champion du Monde des poids moyens
Johnny Hallyday
Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu au troisième rang
Une fille qui s'en allait
Comme un fou j'ai crié
Alors elle s'est retournée
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Ce qu'elle pensait de moi
Un homme sans foi ni loi
Qui à la mort aux doigts
J'ai vu
Que j'avais
Perdu ce soir
Woensdag 11 april 1973
Faded Love
Faded Love
Composer(s): Bob Wills; Johnnie Lee Wills
Performer(s): Patsy Cline;
and various other artists
As I look at the letters
That you wrote to me
It's you that I'm thinking of
As I read the lines
That to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love
I miss you, darling
More and more, every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
I think of the past
And all the pleasures we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love
I miss you, darling
More and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
Dinsdag 10 april 1973
That's My Girl
That’s My Girl
Composer(s): Duke Ellington - Ray Ellington - Barbara Tobias
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
That’s my girl, Take a look at her she belongs to me
Yes that’s my girl, hand off, don’t touch
She looks just like an angel
But she’s human all the same
So I’m not taking chances
I won’t tell her address or even her name
‘Cos that’s my girl
I’m adding her to my family
And I love that girl and everything’s fine
So until the day that she says “Yes”
I’m keeping my fingers crossed
‘Cos that’s my girl, and she’s gonna stay mine
That’s my girl, you hear me
I’m adding her to my family
And I love that girl and everything’s fine
So until the day that she says “Yes”
I’m keeping my fingers crossed
‘Cos that’s my girl and she’s gonna stay mine
She’s all mine, every curve and line
And even those dark brow curls
Now lay off... that’s my girl
Dinsdag 10 april 1973
Caçada
Caçada
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Bebel Gilberto; Mestre Ambrósio
Não conheço seu nome ou paradeiro
Adivinho seu rastro e cheiro
Vou armado de dentes e coragem
Vou morder sua carne selvagem
Varo a noite sem cochilar, aflito
Amanheço imitando o seu grito
Me aproximo rondando a sua toca
E ao me ver você me provoca
Você canta a sua agonia louca
Água me borbulha na boca Minha presa rugindo sua raça
Pernas se debatendo e o seu fervor
Hoje é o dia de graça
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
Eu me espicho no espaço feito um gato
Pra pegar você, bicho do mato
Saciar a sua avidez mestiça
Que ao me ver se encolhe e me atiça
Que num mesmo impulso me expulsa e abraça
Nossas peles grudando de suor
Hoje é o dia da graça
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
De tocaia fico a espreitar a fera
Logo dou-lhe o bote certeiro
Já conheço seu dorso de gazela
Cavalo brabo montado em pelo
Dominante, não se desembaraça
Ofegante, é dona do seu senhor
Hoje é o dia da graça
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
Dinsdag 10 april 1973
Factory Girl
Factory Girl
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones;
and various other artists
Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl
Maandag 9 april 1973
That's My Desire
That's My Desire
Composer(s): Helmy Kressa - Carroll Loveday
First release by: Russell Wooding's Red Caps - 1931
Covered by multiple other artists
To spend one night with you
In our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you
That's my desire
To meet where gypsies play
Down in that dim café
And dance till break of day
That's my desire
We'll sip a little glass of wine
And I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips
Pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low
Just when it's time to go
"Cherie, I love you so"
"You're my desire"
To hear you whisper low
Just when it's time to go
"Cherie, I love you so"
"You're my desire"
"You're my desire"
Maandag 9 april 1973
Cable A Tierra
Cable A Tierra
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez; Abel Pintos
Si estas entre volver no volver
si ya metiste demasiado en tu nariz
si estas como cegado de poder
tirate un cable a tierra
y si tu corazón ya no va mas
si ya no existe conexión con los demás
si estas igual que un barco en alta mar
tirate un cable a tierra
y yo estoy acercándome hasta vos
bajo la luna, bajo la luna
las cosas son así
tengo el teléfono del freak
que esta deseoso de volarte la cabeza
en un par de minutos sale el sol
si ya no hay nada que anestesie tu dolor
si no llegas, si no alcanzas a verme
tirate un cable a tierra
no creas que perdió sentido todo
no dificultes la llegada del amor
no hables de mas, escucha el corazón
ese es el cable a tierra
Maandag 9 april 1973
Factory
Factory
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
Arizona Smoke Revue; Kevin Kinsella;
Melissa McClelland; The Mighty Echoes
Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear
through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking
through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy
somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Zondag 8 april 1973
That's Me Without You
That's Me Without You
Composer(s): J.D. Miller
First release by: Lou Millet & His Melody Ramblers - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
A night with no moonlight
A day with no sun
A plane with no pilot
A watch that won't run
A tree with no branches
A rose with no dew
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you
A train with no whistle
A car with no gas
A well with no water
A show with no cast
A love with no future
A sky with no blue
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you
A bank with no money
A top that won't spin
A book with no story
A love I can't win
A chair with no bottom
A rig with no crew
A song with no music
That's me without you
A train with no whistle
A car with no gas
A well with no water
A show with no cast
A court with no jury
A church with no pew
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you
Zondag 8 april 1973
Cabin On The Hill
Cabin On The Hill
Composer(s): Bolivar Lee Shook
Performer(s): The Mullins Family
and multiple other artists
There's a happy childhood home in my mem'ry I can see
Standing out upon the hill neath the shadow of the tree
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
But the saddest of it all, I can never more return
To that happy childhood home, matters not how much I yearn
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Zondag 8 april 1973
Facing The Wind
