Maandag 27 augustus 1973
Canadian Sunset
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Canadian Sunset
Composer(s): Eddie Heywood
First release by: Hugo Winterhalter And His Orch. with Eddie Heywood - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
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Maandag 27 augustus 1973
F.D.R. Jones
F.D.R. Jones
Composer(s): Harold Rome
Performer(s): Judy Garland;
and various other artists
I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones' household
(Yes siree, yes siree) That's what I am told
I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old
(Yes siree, yes siree) Worth his weight in gold
Come right in and meet the son
Christening's done, time to have some fun
(Yes Siree, yes siree) yes siree-e-e-e
(Yes siree, yes siree-e)
It's a big holiday everywhere
For the Jones Family has a brand new heir
He's a joy heaven sent, and we proudly present
Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones
When he grows up he never will stray
With a name like the one that he got today
When he walks down the street
Folks will say "pleased to meet
Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones"
What a smile, and how he shows it
He'll be happy all day long
What a name, I bet he knows it
With that handle how can he go wrong
And the folks in the town all agree
He'll be famous, as famous as he can be
How can he be a dud
Or a stick-in-the-mud
When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones
Go to sleep my baby, and maybe
You'll balance the budget by and by
Oh you're a lucky baby
With Franklin D. for your name
Mrs. Jones' baby boy is a welcome resident
Give him a fishing rod for a toy
He's the future president
When this rascal goes to school
ABCs wont matter
Teach him plain old `rithmetic
And of course the fire side chatter
My friends, my friends, let's all shout "Hooray"
We'll be proud to affirm when he serves his fourth term
Just you wait and see, he'll make history
`Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones
Zondag 26 augustus 1973
The Best
The Best
((Dutch Version: De Beste (Liliane Saint-Pierre) - 1998))
Composer(s): Holly Knight - Mike Chapman
First release by: Bonnie Tyler - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists
I call you when I need you
And my heart's on fire
You come to me, come to me
Wild and wired
You come to me, give me everything I need
You bring a lifetime of promises
And a world of dreams
You speak the language of love
Like you know what it means
And it can't be wrong
Take my heart and make it strong
'Cause you're simply the best
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone
Anyone I ever met
I'm stuck on your heart
I hang on every word you said
Tear us apart
Baby I would rather be dead
Deep in your heart
I see the start
Of every night and every day
And in your eyes I get lost
I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place
'Cause you're simply the best
Zondag 26 augustus 1973
Canadian Railroad Trilogy
Canadian Railroad Trilogy
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1967
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all
And when the young man's fancy was turnin' in the spring
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
And many a fortune won and lost and many a debt to pay
For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land
All up through the seaports and into their hands
Look away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away
We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done
We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done
So over the mountains and over the plains
Into the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe
Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead
Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
O'er the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops and our toil
For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real
Zondag 26 augustus 1973
Fauve D'Amazone
Fauve D'Amazone
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Je suis un grand fauve d'Amazone
Je vis
Dans la banlieue de Chinatown
La nuit
Au milieu des néons qui glissent
Jusqu'au soleil entre mes cuisses
Tu vivras quand je serai mort
Quand on aura brûlé mon corps
Quand la folie t'aura choisie like me
Je suis un grand fauve d'Amazone
Je crie
Si fort que je suis aphone
A la vie
J'aime le sang bleu des métisses
Et le triangle entre leurs cuisses
Je cherche une femme de chair
Une chaleur pas ordinaire
Une sauvage sans abri like me
Je suis un grand fauve d'Amazone
Traqué
Par du papier et par des ondes
Truquées
Je cherche un amour infaillible
Un courant irrésistible
C'est un grand désir primitif
Un acte d'amour collectif
Tu danses sur la galaxie like me
Tu es un grand fauve d'Amazone
Caché
Quelque part dans les chromosomes
Glacés
Viens te chauffer à la musique
Sors, sors un peu de ton flip
Tu vivras quand je serai mort
Quand on aura brûler mon corps
Quand la folie t'aura choisie like me
Zaterdag 25 augustus 1973
The Bells Of St. Mary's
The Bells Of St. Mary's
Composer(s): A. Emmett Adams - Douglas Furber
Performer(s): Frances Alda
and multiple other artists
The bells of St. Mary's
Ah! hear they are calling
The young loves, the true loves
Who come from the sea
And so, my beloved
When red leaves are falling
The love bells shall ring out
Ring out for you and me
The bells of St. Mary's
At sweet even time
Shall call me, beloved
To come to your side
And out in the valley
In sound of the sea
I know you'll be waiting
Yes, waiting for me
At the porch of St. Mary's
I'll wait there for you
In your soft wedding dress
With its ribbons of blue
In the church of St. Mary's
Sweet voices shall sing
For you and me, dearest
The wedding bells ring
Zaterdag 25 augustus 1973
Canadian Pacific
Canadian Pacific
Composer(s): Ray Griff
Performer(s): George Hamilton IV; Chet Atkins; Hank Snow
I rode your ocean liner to Newfoundland
Where I made a living in an iron mine
When I got my fill I went to Nova Scotia
And I fished the salty waters for a time
Passing thro' Prince Edward Island & New Brunswick
I could see the rocks and cliffs of solid stone
Listening to the seagulls calling to each other
Made me miss my darling and my distant home
Canadian Pacific, carry me 3,000 miles
Through the valleys and the forests
To the sunshine of her smile
'Cross the plains and the rugged mountains
Keep this wandering boy from harm
Canadian Pacific, take me to my baby's arms
The Atlantic disappeared on the horizon
And Quebec lay waiting for me down the track
For a while I drove a truck to keep from starving
In Ontario I was a lumberjack
Manitoba and Saskatchewan then followed
Where the wheat fields and the old Red River flowed
In the quiet hours your whistling on the praire
Touched my heart and set my memories aglow
I could feel the nearness of her warm, sweet kisses
When you rolled into Alberta westward bound
I worked on an oil rig to make some money
For a ticket to the sweetest girl around
Pushing on past Lake Louise in all it's splendor
Where the trees and Rockies touch the sky above
I got to British Columbia and heaven
On your track I made it back to my true love
Canadian Pacific, carry me 3,000 miles
Through the valleys and the forests
To the sunshine of her smile
'Cross the plains and the rugged mountains
Keep this wandering boy from harm
Canadian Pacific, take me to my baby's arms
Zaterdag 25 augustus 1973
Faut-Il Que Je T'Aime
Faut-Il Que Je T'Aime
Composer(s): J. Datin; M. Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall
L'autre soir je t'attendais
Quand un garçon s'est approché
Il a vu que je pleurais
Il a voulu me consoler
Tout le temps qu'il me parlait
C'est à toi que je pensais
C'était lui qui me parlait
Mais c'était toi que j'entendais
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Il était tellement gentil
Vive les vacances et c'est parti
On a été au karting
Au driving et au bowling
Tout le temps qu'on s'amusait
C'est à toi que je pensais
C'était toi qui étais là
C'était lui qui n'y était pas
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Quand il m'a raccompagné
Il aurait voulu m'embrasser
Mais je lui ai expliqué
Que j'étais presque fiancée
Juste un baiser sur la joue
Bonne nuit merci beaucoup
C'était lui que je quittais
Mais c'était toi qui me manquais
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Mon Dieu faut-il que je t'aime
Faut-il que je t'aime
Pour te dire ça
Vrijdag 24 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Rhymney
The Bells Of Rhymney
Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Idris Davies
First release by: Pete Seeger - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
O what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney
Is there hope for the future
Cry the brown bells of Merthyr
Who made the mine owner
Say the black bells of Rhondda
And who robbed the miner
Cry the grim bells of Blaina
They will plunder willy-nilly
Cry the bells of Caerphilly
They have fangs, they have teeth
Say the loud bells of Neathe
Even God is uneasy
Say the moist bells of Swansea
They will plunder willy-nilly
Say the bells of Caerphilly
Put the vandals in court
Say the bells of Newport
All would be well if, if, if
Cry the green bells of Cardiff
Why so worried, sisters, why
Sang the silver bells of Wye
And what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney
Vrijdag 24 augustus 1973
Doris Day
Doris Day
Composer(s): Henny Vrienten
Performer(s): Doe Maar
Ik ken 'n heel leuk tentje
Daar speelt een prima bandje
En iedereen die kent je
Hou je mond nee niets te maren
Poets je schoenen kam je haren
Hé!
Er is geen bal op de tv
Alleen 'n film met Doris Day
En wat dacht je van net twee
Ein Wiener operette
Nee!
Er zit een knop op je TV
Die helpt je zo uit de puree
Druk 'em in en ga maar mee
De bloemen buiten zetten
Bah Bah wat 'n misère
Als Marco staat te blèren
Of 'n documantaire
Kan dan niemand ons bevrijden
Van Willem Duys en Van der Meyden
En hoor ze nou es slissen
In spelletjes en kwissen
'N mens kan zich vergissen
Maar dit is toch al te lullig
Imbeciel en onbenullig
Hé!
Er is geen bal op de tv
Alleen 'n film met Doris Day
En wat dacht je van net twee
Ein Wiener operette
Nee!
Er zit een knop op je TV
Die helpt je zo uit de puree
Druk 'em in en ga maar mee
De bloemen buiten zetten
Vrijdag 24 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Qu'Il Se Figure
Faut Pas Qu'Il Se Figure
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que je vais me jeter dans ses bras
Sitôt qu'il va venir vers moi
Et lui crier: "Je suis à toi"
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que je vais rester médusée
Sitôt qu'il va me regarder
Pour essayer de m'impressionner
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Que moi je n'attendais que lui
Pour lui avouer tout épanouie
"Tu est mon ciel, tu es ma vie..."
Faut pas qu'il se figure
Qu'il fera toujours ce qu'il voudra
Qu'il a gagné quand il est là
Et qu' j' suis perdue s'il n'est pas là...
...Mais qu'est-ce qu'il fait, il est en retard!
V'là l'ascenceur... premier... deuxième... troisième... quatrième...
Et s'il v'nait pas?...
Non! Ça j' crois pas!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il fait? Trois heures et quart!...
Ah! L'ascenceur... premier... deuxième... troisième...
Ça y est...On va sonner...
On a sonné... Il a sonné... Tu as sonné...
Enfin! Je savais bien...
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que soudain, depuis qu'il est là
Je sens que je lutte contre moi
Pour pas me jeter entre ses bras
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que j' fais semblant de plaisanter
Et que je n'ose pas le regarder
Parce que mon cœur va éclater
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que j' suis heureuse à en mourir
Et que je sais plus d'vant son sourire
Si j' dois pleurer ou si j' dois rire
Faut pas qu'il s'aperçoive
Que je ferai toujours ce qu'il voudra
Que j' suis perdue s'il n'est pas là
Faut pas... Faut pas... Faut pas...
Oh! Mon amour!
...Si tu savais...
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Hell
The Bells Of Hell
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Oh grave, thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
Canadian Capers (Cuttin' Capers)
Canadian Capers (Cuttin' Capers)
Composer(s): Guy Chandler - Bert White - Henry Cohen
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
I heard you call for an all-star band
It's something new for the music stand
It's on the way, but before we start
A-cuttin' capers around your heart
You're gonna cheer when you hear this band
There's never been a better crew
And when you hear the drummer
Lawdy, how the joint'll hum
A-cuttin' capers just for you
You'll never pick about or pick a quarr'l
With Mister Krupa or with Frankie Carle
You'll never dig a list of bigger names
A-cuttin' capers with Harry James.
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorsey's in it, too
Alvino Rey will star
A walkin' talkin' steel guitar
A-cuttin' capers just for you
Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it's Papa Benny Goodman
And he's showin' ya quick
How the proper lic'rish stickin's done
(Too-root-dah-roo-ta-doo-doo)
Listen to that fiddle player slap, slap, slap
Boy, he plays it, he really lays it, in your lap, lap, lap
Say, I'll bet before they're through
You'll be cu-u-u-u-u-u-tin' capers, too
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-roo-doo)
(Do-rah-do)
Cuttin' capers 'cause I'm out with you
Nothin' else that I'm about to do
My heart begins to flutter like a dove
I even stutter (Guess it's love)
I'm cuttin' capers so you'll notice me
When we're together, can't you see
I'm only blowin' off
A-talkin' big, a-showin' off
A-cuttin capers 'cause it's true
Dee-dah-dee-dah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Baby, I'm in love (Baby I'm in love)
Baby, I'm in love with (Baby, I'm in love with)
Baby, I'm in love with you!
Donderdag 23 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Faire De La Peine À John
Faut Pas Faire De La Peine À John
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Sarcelles a ses marlous, Bercy a ses clochards
Saint-Germain-des-Prés a Big John Le Tatoué
Qui touche sa bille au billard
Il est grand et con comme la Tour Montparnasse
Et un peu plus costaud qu'un percheron
Et dans tous les bars les loubards quand il passe
Laissent la place et l'appellent patron
Precaution, et ils disent:
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John
Un jour du fond de sa brousse
Vint un cul-terreux
Qui nous dit je cherche un nommé John
Je suis un as du billard
Mon nom est Jacques Izambar
Mais pour les intimes c'est Tom
Ouais, je cherche un genre de mac
Qui roule sa caisse en Cadillac
Qui ......... à cent sacs
Qui m'a piqué mon flouze
Et j'arrive de Toulouse
Pour lui faire passer le goût de l'arnaque
Et tout le monde lui dit:
Jacques, fais pas le braque
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à John
Un silence de mort
Dans la salle de billard
Lorsque John a tombé le gilet
Mais après la bagarre
La seule partie du malabar
Qu'a pas saigné
C'était sa plante des pieds
Deux cent cinquante et quelque estafilades
Et deux trois balles par ci par là
Et je vous prie de croire
Qu'on a changé de sérénade
En voyant John les bras en croix
On chantait tous
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom
Ce qui est pour vous apprendre
Qu'il ne faut jamais arnaquer
Des gens que vous ne connaissez pas
Meme si vous roulez en Cadillac fraise écrasée
Avec des chaussures assorties
On casse pas le moral à Zorro
On dit pas merde à Capone
On tire pas le masque à Fantomas
Et faut pas faire de la peine à Tom
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Gethsemani
The Bells Of Gethsemani
Composer(s): Joan Baez - Thomas Merton
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers on your tomb
And if I cannot eat my bread
My fasts shall live like willows where you died
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler
Come, in your labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head
Brother, take my life and bread
And buy yourself a better bed
Take my breath and take my death
Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
When all the men of war are killed
And flags have fallen into dust
Your cross and mine will tell men still
He died on each for both of us
That we might become the brothers of God
And learn to know the Christ of burnt men
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain
He weeps in the ruins of my spring
The money of whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand
And buy you back to your own land
The silence of whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb
Hear them and come, they call you home
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Yes, if they had been there
They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair
And stayed for a while in that place of despair
Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there
And he's ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
Can't We Talk It Over?
Can’t We Talk It Over?
Composer(s): Ned Washington - Victor Young
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
We were so in love the day love started
Who would think that we would soon be parted
I just can’t believe it’s true
I make this appeal to you
Can’t we talk it over,
Let’s talk it over
Before you tell me you’re through
Can’t we sit together
And figure whether
This is the right thing to do
I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known
Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear
I hate the thought of spending nights all alone
Missing the thrill of nights that we’ve known
Can’t we talk it over
Before it’s over
Before you whisper
Goodbye for ever
Let’s talk it over dear
Woensdag 22 augustus 1973
Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
(Adapted from: Singing the Blues - 1956
Composer(s): Melvin Endsley; Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1980
Titles In Other Languages:
1957 - Et Smil Og En Sang
1980 - Ik Zing De Blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Mon banquier m'a dit
Que mon unique ami
Est mort aujourd'hui
Adieu mon pauvre crédit
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Planté devant ma télé
J'vois le Tiers-Monde s'écrouler
Dans mon salons, sur ma p'louse
Et faudrait pas avoir le blues
Manquerait plus que tu partes
Pour que la boucle soit bouclée
Un impôt sur l'Amour
Ils vont sûrement y penser
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Je le jure depuis que j'suis né
C'est les mêmes tronches politisées
Qui m'disent "laisse faire j'm'occupe de tout"
Et faudrait
Qu'en plus j'aime le blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise
Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler
Qu'c'est la fin du monde
Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée
Mais... Faut pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Faudrait pas...
Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
The Bells Of Christmas (Julie Andrews & André Previn)
The Bells Of Christmas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Julie Andrews & André Previn
The bells of Christmas are ringing
For Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'
They ring, how they ring
This glorious Christmas morn'
They sing, how they sing
For Jesus the Saviour is born
The bells of Christmas are ringing
Good Jesus the Saviour is born
And choirs of angels are singing
As the Sun greets a glorious morn'
They sing, how they sing
To tell us that Christ was born
They ring, long may they ring
The bells of Christmas morn'
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Barbelle
When the circus came to town
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown bought himself a ticket to the show
Passed by all the acrobats
all the clowns in funny hats went to see the animals below
saw a "tamer" put his head into a lion's mouth
waited till the "tamer man" was through
shook his hand and said "at taming wild one's you're a bird
but just one thing I'd like to ask of you"
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown gave the crowd the up and down
saw a woman edging t'ward the cage
there she is he yelled in fright, there she is
she's wild all right, wilder than a tiger in a rage
Mister "Tamer" man he whispered in a trembling voice
tell me did you ever have a wife
you can tame the wildest beast I know
but listen please, there's only one thing now can save my life
Can you tame wild wimmen?
Can you tame wild wimmen?
You made a tiger stand and eat out of your hand
you made the hippo do the flippo, honest it was grand
but can you tame wild wimmen
so they'll always lead a sweet and simple life?
with a wild ferocious glance that pierced him like a lance
you made the grizzly bear get up and do the "Hula dance"
but can you tame wild wimmen?
if you can please, tame my wife
Dinsdag 21 augustus 1973
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