Woensdag 24 oktober 1973
Can't Buy Me Love
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Can't Buy Me Love
((French Version: Je Ne Peux L'acheter (by Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
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Woensdag 24 oktober 1973
Fernand
Fernand
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Patrick Bruel;
Michel Jonasz; François Rauber
Dire que Fernand est mort
Dire qu'il est mort Fernand
Dire que je suis seul derrière
Dire qu'il est seul devant
Lui dans sa dernière bière
Moi dans mon brouillard
Lui dans son corbillard
Moi dans mon désert
Devant y a qu'un cheval blanc
Derrière y a que moi qui pleure
Dire qu' a même pas de vent
Pour agiter mes fleurs
Moi si j'étais l'Bon Dieu
Je crois qu'j'aurais des remords
Dire que maintenant il pleut
Dire que Fernand est mort
Dire qu'on traverse Paris
Dans le tout p'tit matin
Dire qu'on traverse paris
Et qu'on dirait Berlin
Toi, toi, toi tu sais pas
Tu dors mais c'est triste à mourir
D'être obligé d'partir
Quand Paris dort encore
Moi je crève d'envie
De réveiller des gens
J't'inventerai une famille
Juste pour ton enterrement
Et puis si j'étais l'Bon Dieu
Je crois que je ne serais pas fier
Je sais on fait ce qu'on peut
Mais il y a la manière
Tu sais je reviendrai
Je reviendrai souvent
Dans ce putain de champ
Où tu dois te reposer
L'été je ferai de l'ombre
On boira du silence
À la santé d'Constance
Qui se fout bien d'ton ombre
Et puis les adultes sont tellement cons
Qu'ils nous feront bien une guerre
Alors je viendrai pour de bon
Dormir dans ton cimetière
Et maintenant bon Dieu
Tu as bien rigolé
Et maintenant bon Dieu
Et maintenant j'vais pleurer
Dinsdag 23 oktober 1973
Prove It By The Things You Do
Prove It By The Things You Do
Composer(s): Doris Fisher - Allan Roberts
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
It's easy to say you love me
Easy to say you're true
Easy to say those words to me
But prove it by the things you do!
It's easy to say you miss me
When you're alone and blue
Easy to say you care for me
But prove it by the things you do!
Don't hold my hand when there's company
Don't kiss me when folks can see
Just do those things when we're alone
They mean so much more to me!
It's easy to fool a sweetheart
Who has so much faith in you
You don't have to say "I love you!"
If you prove it by the things you do!
Baby, you'd better stop holdin' my hand in crowds
Don't kiss me when there's company
Just do those things when we're alone
They mean so much more to me!
Baby, easy to fool a sweetheart
'specially when she has so much faith in you
You don't have to say "I love you!"
If you prove it
(how you gonna prove it?
By the things you do!
(prove it by the things you do!)
Dinsdag 23 oktober 1973
Can't Believe You Wanna Leave
Can't Believe You Wanna Leave
Composer(s): Lloyd Price
First release by: Little Richard - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
I can't believe you wanna leave
When you know it'd hurt me so
And on bending knees
I beg you please not to go
Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now you know you wanna leave
Don't you know that it'd drive me mad
My life
My heart
My love in your hands
And now you want to leave me
You wanna leave me for another man
Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now - you wanna leave
Now, don't you know that would drive me mad
My heart
My love
My life is in your hands
And now - you want to leave me
You wanna leave me for another man
Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now you know you wanna leave
Now, don't you know that would drive me mad
Dinsdag 23 oktober 1973
Fermín
Fermín
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
Por su temple y su valor y por su arte verdadero
todos dicen que armillita es un maestro de cuerpo entero
Ídolo de la afición por el arte y el embrujo
con su capote de lujo la tierra hispana lo consagró
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla
esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla
Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla
que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: ¡olé!
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla
esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla
Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla
que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: olé
Maandag 22 oktober 1973
Really And Truly
Really And Truly
Composer(s): Jack Popplewell - Michael Carr
Performer(s): Vera Lynn
Constant for ever, my love for you
As the blue of a tropic lagoon
As the flight
Through the night
Of the moon
Really and truly I love you
No-one I cherish above you!
Even the light of a star
Fades at the sight of the dream that you are!
Really and truly my poor heart
Bows in surrender to your heart
I love no other but you
Oh really and truly I do!
Really and truly my poor heart
Bows in surrender to your heart
I love no other but you
Believe me darling
Really and truly I do!
Maandag 22 oktober 1973
Canoítas Tristes
Canoítas Tristes
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany - Ciro Rodolfo Ovejero
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Llanto que se va en la tarde
buscando dónde anidar
lleva río abajo el canto
de esta pena vieja de mi Litoral ...
Guitarreando una esperanza
sauce y viento llevaran
galopando, la nostalgia
del gurí dolido de tanto remar!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Liñador del alma, el viento
quiere ser un pescador
y arrojar sobre la pena
del mudo ranchito, su pesca mayor
Despeinando su tristeza
camalotales en flor
aguas arriba, cantando
alzarán un día su ardiente verdor!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Maandag 22 oktober 1973
Ferme Tes Jolis Yeux
Ferme Tes Jolis Yeux
Composer(s): Virgile Thomas; René de Buxeuil
Performer(s): Berthe Sylva;
and various other artists
Dans son petit lit blanc et rose
Suzette jase en souriant
Elle babille mille choses
A sa douce et chère maman
Mais, chut, il faut dormir bien vite
Nous avons assez bavarde
Faites dodo chère petite
Car petit père va gronder
Et tout en berçant la gamine
La mère lui chante câline
{Refrain:}
Ferme tes jolis yeux
Car les heures sont brèves
Au pays merveilleux
Au beau pays du rêve
Ferme tes jolis yeux
Car tout n'est que mensonge
Le bonheur n'est qu'un songe
Ferme tes jolis yeux
Dans sa chambre de jeune fille
Suzette devant son miroir
A l'heure où l'étoile scintille
Vient se contempler chaque soir
Elle admire sa gorge ronde
Son corps souple comme un roseau
Et dans sa tête vagabonde
Naissent mille désirs nouveaux
Laisse là tes folles idées
Gentille petite poupée
{au Refrain}
Enfin c'est le bonheur suprême
L'instant cher et tant désiré
Avec le fiancé qu'elle aime
Suzon vient de se marier
Et le soir dans la chambre close
Quand sonne l'heure du berger
Elle laisse, pudique et rose
S'effeuiller la fleur d'oranger
Puis elle écoute avec tendresse
Son époux chanter plein d'ivresse
{au Refrain}
Zondag 21 oktober 1973
Scrub Me Mama With A Boogie Beat
Scrub Me Mama With A Boogie Beat
Composer(s): Don Raye
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
In Harlem there's a little place where everyone goes
To see the way a washerwoman washes her clothes
If you like boogie woogie rhythm, she's got a beat
Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!
On every afternoon at one the sessions begin
And all the boys from all the bands come down and sit in
They sit around and knock each other out when they play
While the boogie woogie washerwoman washes all day
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she rubs
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she scrubs
Rubbley-ub-dub, she wears out all her dubs
She rubs and rubs her knuckles right down to the nubs!
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's how she kicks it off
Rubbley-ub-dub, she keeps it nice and soft
Rubbley-ub-dub, till someone hollers on
"Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!"
You really ought to visit there if you've never been
It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in
If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you'll get a treat
Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you the beat!
Rub rub rub rub, a-rubbin' all day
She's a-scrubbin' a boogie woogir rhythm all day!
Scrub, rub, a-washin' all day
Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Scrub me mama, scrub me clean
And let me dream till
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's the way she scrubs
Rubs rubs rubs, rubbib' along
Singin' a baloogie woogie song
Toot-toot-toot-doodley-ah-dah!
That's how she kicks it off
Ti-diddley-ah-hah!
She keeps it nice and soft
Ti-diddley-ah-hah!
To someone, all is all
Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
You really ought to visit there if you've never been
It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in
If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you will get a treat
Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!
Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Zondag 21 oktober 1973
Cannonball
Cannonball
Barrelin' down the highway
Wheelin' right along
Hear the tires hummin'
Hummin' out a song
The rumble of the diesel
The shiftin' of the gears
The rhythm when he's rollin'
It's music to his ears
Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
Any kind of weather
Any time of day
When the rig is ready
He'll be on his way
He'll carry any cargo
He'll go anywhere
Name the destination
And brother, he'll be there
Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
Zondag 21 oktober 1973
Feriantes
Feriantes
Composer(s): Sellés; Portolés
Performer(s): Raphael
Otra vez la carreta siguio su andar
Muy atras el pueblito quedo
Otra vez el silencio y la soledad
En el alma la niña sintio
Otra vez las estrellas la ven llorar
Y callar su secreto de amor
En el barro del camino
Se mancho su corazon
Y mañana tendra que reir
Y a otros pueblos sus cantos llevar
Y de noche a su carro
De nuevo a llorar
Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
The Boogie Man
The Boogie Man
Composer(s): Kinky Friedman - Panama Red
Performer(s): Kinky Friedman
Oh the boogie man, gonna get you an'
Snatch you up and whip you off to Boogie land
If you don't watch out
He'll make you scream and shout
He's gonna have them ants crawlin' in your pants
With them creatures in your seat
you're gonna get up on your feet
You know you gotta dance
To the Boogie Man
He the Boogie Man
Well the boogie man got a little piece of land
Got a mean ol lady keep him gentle as a lamb
Got a dog named Frog and a VW van
And the neighbors all think he's a insurance man
But when the stars come out, the kids all shout
Hey bring him out, bring him out
He picks up his guitar and there's a change inside
From the good Doctor Jekyll to the B-a-d Mr Hyde
Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
Cannibals
Cannibals
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler
Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
He holds on to his daddy's hand
His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy
You're gonna be a big strong man
And they go play catch they go play ball
They go take a walk along the sand
Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
Living in a big strong land
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I have a dinosaur
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming
The little boy climbs the stairs
And all along the levee all the people come running
And the little boy's saying his prayers
And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy
And he's asking for his G.I. Joe
And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin
And says my little one I love you so
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Leave a light outside the door
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Lay down your head now don't get out of bed
Don't you let the bedbugs bite
It's time to go to sleep now not another peep
And I'll see you in the morning light
And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying
The hurricane had blown away
And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy
And he was singing at the break of day
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I be a warrior
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy why do people go to war
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Zaterdag 20 oktober 1973
Fensch Vallée
Fensch Vallée
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
Viens petite girl in red blue jean
Viens c'est la descente au fond de la mine
Viens donc grand shootée du désespoir
Viens donc visiter mes laminoirs
Viens donc chevaucher les grands rouleaux
Et t'coincer la tête dans un étau
Viens petite femme de St-Tropez
Nous on fume la came par les cheminées
Et si le bonheur n'est pas en retard
Il arrive avec son gros cigare
Viens dans ce pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite bourgeoise demoiselle
Visiter la plage aux de Wendel
Ici pour trouver l'Eldorado
Il faut une shooteuse ou un marteau
La vallée d'la Fensch ma chérie
C'est l'Colorado en plus petit
Y a moins de chevaux et de condors
Mais ça fait quand même autant de morts
Ma belle femelle de métal
Je t'invite dans mon carnaval
Ici la cadence c'est vraiment trop
Ici y a pas d'place pour les manchots
Viens dans mon pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Tu ne connais pas, mais t'imagines
C'est vraiment magnifique une usine
C'est plein de couleurs et plein de cris
C'est plein d'étincelles surtout la nuit
C'est vraiment dommage que les artistes
Qui font le spectacle soient si tristes
Autrefois y avait des rigolos
Ils ont tous fini dans un lingot
Le ciel a souvent des teintes étranges
Le nom des patelins s'termine par ..ange
C'est un vieux pays pas très connu
Y a pas de touristes dans les rues
Viens dans mon pays
Viens voir où j'ai grandi
Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
Sont tatoués sur ma peau comme tout ce décor
Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
Viens petite girl in red blue jean
Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
The Bonnie Blue Flag
The Bonnie Blue Flag
Composer(s): Harry McCarthy
Performer(s): Douglas Jimerson
and multiple other artists
We are a band of brothers
Native to the soil
Fighting for the property
We gained by honest toil
And when our rights were threatened
The cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
As long as the Union
Was faithful to her trust
Like friends and brethren
kind were we, and just
But now, when Northern treachery
Attempts our rights to mar
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
First gallant South Carolina
Nobly made the stand
Then came Alabama
And took her by the hand
Next, quickly, Mississippi
Georgia, and Florida
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Ye men of valor gather round
The banner of the right
Texas and fair Louisiana
Join us in the fight
Davis, our loved President
And Stephens statesmen are
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star
And here's to brave Virginia
The Old Dominion State
With the young Confederacy
At length has linked her fate
Impelled by her example
Now other States prepare
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Then here's to our Confederacy
Strong we are and brave
Like patriots of old we'll fight
Our heritage to save
And rather than submit to shame
To die we would prefer
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag
That bears a single star
Then cheer, boys, cheer
Raise a joyous shout
For Arkansas and North Carolina
Now have both gone out
And let another rousing cheer
For Tennessee be given
The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag
Has grown to be eleven!
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
Canned Music
Canned Music
Composer(s): Dan Hicks
Performer(s): Dan Hicks; Nick DeCaro
Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio
Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it doesn't go
Favorites on the jukebox are only half the show when it's
Canned music, canned music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
She said I feel like dancin', She feel like stepping out
I took her with the van, where the band was on the stand, playin'
Live music live music
She got us on the dance floor, to me it was a sight
I never seen my baby movin', like the moves she made on me that night
I did not have a chance the way that music made me dance, it was ah
Live music, live music
The rhythm was all around us, we was really steppin' out
My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all about
She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl
It's just some live music, live music
And that was the night she left me, danced herself into my memory
My baby had to leave me for the drummer, I guess I'll never solve that mystery
I think I've learned my lesson just don't get too near the band when it's
Live music, live music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
She said she feel like dancin', she feel like steppin' out
Vrijdag 19 oktober 1973
Fennimores Lied
Fennimores Lied
Composer(s): Georg Kaiser; Kurt Weill
Performer(s): Ute Lemper
Ich bin eine arme Verwandte
und gehöre zu andern dazu
Ach, wenn sich doch keiner um mich kümmern wollte!
Doch das tuen Onkel und Tante
und nichts freut sie, was ich auch tu'
Das ist kein Leben, das ist nur verdruß
den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Ich hab' einen Koffer voll Habe
den schleppe ich überall hin
Ach, wenn ich mich doch seiner entledigen könnte!
Weil ich mir die Finger wund schabe
und auch nicht die Kräftigste bin
Und nirgends will man mich behalten
weil ich nirgends gern geseh'n bin
Am liebsten möchte ich einfach weglaufen
und mein bißchen Dasein verwalten
nach meinem eigenen Sinn!
Denn das ist kein Leben, das ist nur Verdruß
den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Manchmal könnt' ich das träumen
ich wäre gar nicht verwandt
Und keiner dürfte mich holen und schicken
ich müßte mich nicht mehr ducken und bücken
ich drückte dem Nächsten freudig die Hand
ich bin ja nicht mit ihm verwandt
Ach, das wär ein Leben, das wär ein Genuß
wenn man vergessen könnte, daß man verwandt sein muß
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
The Bombardier Song
The Bombardier Song
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Well give us a little ride
The pilot said to the navigator
Why don't you slide inside
The navigator he looked around and said to the engineer
Ah your hands are dirty
your pants are dirty
you're dirty behind the ear
Said the bombardier to the gunner
well how are we fixed for lead
The pilot said to the radioman
how's the weather ahead
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Hand us that pretty crate
5 degrees to the right'll make it
Just as sure as fate
The ship belonged to the bombardier
who opened his little bag
He saw the target and locked the target
and suddenly (bombs away)
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Call it a day, and then
the pilot said to the radioman
say we done it again
The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we shall see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
Canned Goods
Canned Goods
Composer(s): Greg Brown
Performer(s): Greg Brown
Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow
I'm as warm as a July tomato
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Well there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch your head now, and down we go
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Well maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Oh, she got magic in her, you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her beans
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
What with the snow and the economy and everything
I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
When I go down to see Grandma, I gain a lot a weight
With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate
She cans the pickles, sweet and dill
And the songs of the whippoorwill
And the morning dew and the evening moon
I really gotta go down and see her soon
Cause the canned goods that I buy at the store
Ain't got the summer in 'em anymore
You bet Grandma as sure as you're born
I'll take some more potatoes and a thunder storm
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
Supper ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Grandma put it all in jars
Donderdag 18 oktober 1973
Fenesta Che Lucive
