Maandag 5 november 1973
Can't Get My Motor To Start
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Can't Get My Motor To Start
Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden
Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden
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Maandag 5 november 1973
Fever (Elvis Presley)
Fever
Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Ev’rybody’s got the fever
that is something you all know
Fever isn’t such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I’m gonna treat you right
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie baby, you’re my flame
Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I’m afire
Fever, yea I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said Daddy-o don’t you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I’m his Missus,
Oh daddy, won’t you treat him right
Now you’ve listened to my story
Here’s the point that I have made
Cats were born to give chicks fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Zondag 4 november 1973
The Bowery
The Bowery
Composer(s): Percy Gaunt - Charles H. Hoyt
Performer(s): Mantovani; Richard Perry
Oh! The night that I struck New York
I went out for a quiet walk
Folks who are "on to" the city say
Better by far that I took Broadway
But I was out to enjoy the sights
There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights
I had one of the devil's own nights
I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
I had walked but a block or two
When up came a fellow and me he knew
Then a policeman came walking by
Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?"
"Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he
Said I, "He never laid hands on me!"
"Get off the Bow'ry, you yep!" said he
I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
I went into an auction store
I never saw any thieves before
First he sold me a pair of socks
Then said he, "How much for the box"?
Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three"
He emptied the box and gave it to me
"I sold you the box, not the socks," said he
I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
I went into a concert hall
I didn't have a good time at all
Just the minute that I sat down
Girls began singing "New Coon in Town"
I got up mad and spoke out free
"Somebody put that man out," said she
A man called a bouncer attended to me
I'll never go there anymore
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
I went into a barber shop
He talked till I thought he would never stop
I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood
Clipped down my hair just as close as he could
He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin
Took off my whiskers and most of my chin
That was the worst scrape I ever got in
I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
I struck a place that they called a "dive"
I was in luck to get out alive
When the policeman heard my woes
Saw my black eyes and my battered nose
"You've been held up!" said the copper fly!
"No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I
Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why!
I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more
Zondag 4 november 1973
Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd
Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd
((Adapted from: Can't Get It Out Of My Head (by Electric Light Orchestra) - 1974))
((Italian Version: Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patti Pravo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Dirk Blanchart
Performer(s): Dirk Blanchart - 1998
Schreeuwen van de daken
Het lijkt wel onder water
Had ik je maar nooit gekend
Alle blikken afgewend
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
't Regent alle dagen
In mijn woestijn zonder water
Drank vloeit er in overvloed
Niet dat het er veel toe doet
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee nee nee
Alles op zijn kop, zelfs de snelheid
Van het licht verandert
Alles op zijn tijd
Alles op zijn tijd
Had ik je maar nooit gekend
Was ik maar in Dixieland
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
(Uit mijn lijf, uit mijn ziel
Jij bent veel te veel promille
Voor een vent die naar de sterren staart)
Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Oh nee
Alles op zijn kop en alles op zijn tijd
Zondag 4 november 1973
Fever (Aerosmith)
Fever
Composer(s): Joe Perry; Steven Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
I got a rip in my pants
and a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze
chorus: I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Yeah they threw me outta jail I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse
And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?
chorus
Fever gives ya lust with an appetite
It hits ya like the fangs from a rattlesnake bite
We're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
We can't run away from trouble
There ain't no place that far
But if we do it right at the speed of light
There's the back seat of my car, caviar
I was feelin' so high I forgot what day
Now I'm feelin' low down even slow
Seems way to fast And now the booze don't work
'Cause the drugs ran out of gas
chorus
The buzz that you be gettin' from the
Crack don't last
I'd rather be O.D.in' on the
Crack of her ass
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
All there tonight
My first time ever lover
We fell asleep out on the lawn
And when I woke up I was all alone
Makin' love to the Crack of Dawn
So yo, I beg yo pardon sir,
The gangster of love rides again
You know I gotta chill
It gimme such a thrill
Like a burnin' plague
Yeah get outta my way
Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear
As long as I'm in heaven honey I don't care
You look so good baby look so fine
I tell you you're the image of a perfect crime
You get so tired holdin' on so tight
If you think you're goin' crazy
Well you may be right
chorus
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
All there that's right
Zaterdag 3 november 1973
Bottle Let Me Down
Bottle Let Me Down
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over
Not feeling any pain at closing time
But tonite your memory found me much too sober
Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind
Tonite the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought I'd found
Tonite the bottle let me down
I've always had a bottle I could turn to
And lately I've been turning every day
But the wine don't take effect the way it used to
I'm hurtin' in that old familiar way
Tonite the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought I'd found
Tonite the bottle let me down
Zaterdag 3 november 1973
Can't Get It Out Of My Head
Can't Get It Out Of My Head
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patty Pravo)
1998 - Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd (by Dirk Blanchart)
I saw the ocean's daughter
Walking on a wave she came
staring as she called my name
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head
Breakdown on the shoreline
can't move, it's an ebbtide
Morning don't get here till night
searching for her silver light
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
Bank job in the city
Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, they don't envy me, yeh
Sitting till the sun goes down
in dreams the world keep going round and round
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
No, I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no
Zaterdag 3 november 1973
Feuilles-O
Feuilles-O
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang
Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
Willie works as the garden man
He plants trees, he burns leaves
He makes money for himself
Often I stop with his words on my mind
Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang
Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin ye oh, dans mizé moin yé oh
Vrijdag 2 november 1973
The Bottle
The Bottle
Composer(s): Pat Green
Performer(s): Pat Green
Now women and whiskey, they ain't the answer
Lord, I just know that this is true
But the way that I'm feeling, I just might be thinking
Lord, tonight they just might have to do
I've spent a lot of long and lonely nights in honky tonk taverns
I was two fisted drinking, fighting back against the wall
And I know it's a problem, a now-win situation
But I can't seem to resist that old whiskey bar
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Now me and my buddies, we got a lot in common
We all wish that we could take time and just turn it around
Take us back to the good lod days, hard work and cowboy ways
Take us to a swingin' door saloon, this is what I'm gonna say
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle
Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone
And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman
I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Vrijdag 2 november 1973
Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
Covered by multiple other artistsCan't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
Composer(s): Barry White
First release by: Barry White - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
I’ve heard people say that
Too much of anything is not good for you, baby
But I don’t know about that
As many times as we’ve loved
We’ve shared love and made love
It doesn’t seem to me like it’s enough
There’s just not enough, baby
There’s just not enough
Oh, oh, baby
Uh-uh
My darling, I
Can’t get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why
I can’t get enough of your love, babe
Oh, some things I can’t get used to
No matter how I try
It’s like the more you give, the more I want
And baby, that’s no lie, oh, no, babe
Tell me, what can I say, what am I gonna do
How should I feel when everything is you
What kind of love is this that you’re givin’ me
Is it in your kiss or just because you’re sweet
Girl, all I know
Is every time you’re here
I feel the change
Somethin’ moves
I scream your name
Look what you got me doin’
Darling, I
Can’t get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
I can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, no, babe
Girl, if I can only make you see
And make you understand
Girl, your love for me is all I need
And more than I can stand, oh, well, babe
How can I explain all the things I feel
You’ve given me so much, girl, you’re so unreal
Still I keep loving you more and more each time
Girl, what am I gonna do because you’re blowin’ my mind
I get the same old feelin’
Every time you’re here
I feel the change
Somethin’ moves
I scream your name
Look what you got me doin’
Darling, I
Can’t get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
I can’t get enough of your love, babe
Oh, my darling, I
Can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, babe
Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why
I can’t get enough of your love, babe
Darling, I
Can’t get enough of your love, babe
Vrijdag 2 november 1973
Feuille Vole
Feuille Vole
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Autrefois, les feuilles ne volaient jamais
elles jalousaient les oiseaux qui passaient
Elles dirent au soleil: "Vous qui êtes si fort
donnez-nous l'audace de prendre enfin notre essor"
Une brise douce aussitôt se leva
De sa branche une imprudente s'envola
d'autres la suivirent dans les airs tourbillonnants
Les feuilles dansaient heureuses, libres maintenant
Feuille, vole, vole, danse avec le vent
dans la farandole des joyeux vivants
Va vers la lumière comme les oiseaux
loin de nos poussières plus haut
Mais le vent volage s'en alla bientôt
Les feuilles abandonnées tombaient de haut
Quand on n'est pas un oiseau, du ciel on redescend
Voici pourquoi les feuilles mortes tombent ensembl'
Cette histoire vraie n'est pas vraiment morale
tous les jours je vole vers mon idéal
et moi, j'aime cette feuille qui voudrait voler
car qui ne veut pas voler est déjà enterré
Feuille, vole vole, tombe, tombe aussi
Pauvre feuille folle, merci!
Donderdag 1 november 1973
Chiribiribin
Chiribiribin
((English, French, & Italian Versions:
Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis); Ciribiribin (Grace Moore))
Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza
Performer(s): Willy & Willeke Alberti
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
In Spanje vond ik een liedje
Ik hoorde 't langs 't strand
Het was of dit melodietje
Lag te zonnen in 't zand
't Kriebelde aan je benen
Het zat ergens op je rug
Het kroop langs je blote tenen
Langs je hand en dan weer terug
Ergens in de branding zong een meneer
Lalalalalala lalalala
En op een terrasje, daar klonk alweer
Lalalalalala lalalala
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Ik lag aan de Costa Brava
Ik at lekker in Madrid
De kok zei "voor de paella
Ken je dit, dit wordt een hit"
Dit liedje is heel bijzonder
Dit liedje dat maakt je blij
Nu hoor je het in de poleder
In de stad en langs de wei
Als je 't niet gelooft zing 't dan maar na
Lalalalalala lalalala
Zelfs een pessimist zegt nog lachend "ja"
Lalalalalala lalalala
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Chiribiribin pom pom pom pom
Donderdag 1 november 1973
Can't Get Enough Of You
Can't Get Enough Of You
Composer(s): Eddy Grant
Performer(s): Eddy Grant
Just sit down in the back row
If you wanna play in my game
Guess you won't have to worry
'cause all films look the same
Just put your arms around me
And I'll make you sing out of tune
Won't nobody watch you
'cause we're lovers in the same room
Oh wah
a one
two
three
Put your sweet lips closer to me
This is not F One two three
And this is not back row anymore
I can't get enough of you
Can't get enough love
Can't get enough of you
I can't get enough of your love
Can't get enough of you
Sit yourself beside me now
And imagine that we're one and not two
I don't wanna shock you
But
Baby
I'm in love with you
Sit yourself beside me now
You better close your pretty eyes when I say
Oh wah
a one
two
three
Oh
just one knock on my door
Baby
And when your people ask you
At home if you enjoyed the show
Did you like Clark Gable
Say "l think so but I don't know"
Oh
say you saw a sweet guy
Oh
can't remember his name
And the way that he kissed was
Like Clark Gable the same
Oh wah
a one
two
three
Donderdag 1 november 1973
Festa Do Interior
Festa Do Interior
Composer(s): Morais Moreira; Abel Silva
Performer(s): Gal Costa
Fagulhas, pontas de agulhas
Brilham estrelas de São João
Babados, xotes e xaxados
Segura as pontas meu coração
Bombas na guerra-magia
Ninguém matava, ninguém morria
Nas trincheiras da alegria
O que explodia era o amor
Nas trincheiras da alegria
O que explodia era o amor
Bis
E ardia aquela fogueira
Que me esquenta a vida inteira
Eterna noite sempre a primeira
Festa do Interior
Bis
Tatarata tata tata...
Woensdag 31 oktober 1973
The Boston Rag
The Boston Rag
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
Any news was good news
And the feeling was bad at home
I was out of mind and you
Were on the phone
Lonnie was the kingpin
Back in nineteen sixty-five
I was singing this song
When Lonnie came alive
Bring back the Boston Rag
Tell all your buddies
That it ain't no drag
Bring back the Boston Rag
You were Lady Bayside
There was nothing that I could do
So I pointed my car down
Seventh Avenue
Lonnie swept the playroom
And he swallowed up all he found
It was forty-eight hours til
Lonnie came around
Woensdag 31 oktober 1973
Can't Get Enough
Can't Get Enough
((Finnish Version: Älä Härnää (by Kirka) - 1975))
Composer(s): Mick Ralphs
First release by: Bad Company - 1974
Well I take, whatever I want
And baby, I want you
You give me something I need
Now tell me I got something for you
Come on, come on, come on and do it
Come on, and do what you do
I can't get enough of your luva, huh
I can't get enough of your luuva
I can't get enough of your luuuva
Listen!
Well it's late and I want love
Love that's gonna break me in two
Gonna hang me up in the doorway
Gonna hang me up like ya do yeah!
Come on, come on, come on and do it
Come on
Come on do what you do
Woah!
I can't get enough of your luva
I can't get enough of your luuva huh
I can't get enough of your luuuva what I say now
I can't get enough of your luva, ow!
I can't get enough of your luuva
Aah!
I can't get enough of your luuuva say it again?
Uh huh
I can't get enough of your luva
I can't get enough of your luuva
Ooh!
I can't get enough of your luuuva
And I gotta tell you baby that
I love you so much I can't get enough of your love
I love you so much I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
You know what I'm saying baby
I can't get enough of your luva
I can't get enough, enough of your luv
I can't get enough, enough of your luv hah
I can't get enough of your luuuva
Yeah this one this one
Woah!
O come on baby come on my little child lover
Ooooooh
Woensdag 31 oktober 1973
Festa Da Natureza
Festa Da Natureza
Composer(s): Gereba; Patativa do Assaré
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Chegando o tempo do inverno
Tudo é amoroso e terno
No fundo do pai eterno
Sua bondade sem fim
Sertão amargo esturricado
Ficando transformado
No mais imenso jardim
Num lindo quadro de beleza
Do campo até na floresta
As aves lá se manifestam
Compondo a sagrada orquestra
Da natureza em festa
Tudo é paz tudo é carinho
No despertar de seus ninhos
Cantam alegres os passarinhos
O camponês vai prazenteiro
Plantar o seu feijão ligeiro
Pois é o que vinga primeiro
Nas terras do meu sertão
Depois que o poder celeste
Mandar a chuva pro nordeste
De verde a terra se veste
E corre água em borbotão
A mata com seu verdume
E as fulô com seu perfume
Se enfeita com vagalumes
Nas noites de escuridão
Nesta festa alegre e boa
Canta o sapo na lagoa
O trovão no ar reboa
Com a força desta água nova
O peixe e o sapo na desova
O camaleão que se renova
No verde-cana que cor
Grande cordão de borboletas
Amarelinhas brancas e pretas
Fazendo tanta pirueta
Com medo do bentiví
Entre a mata verdejante
Seu pajé extravagante
O gavião assartante
Que vai atrás da jurití
Nesta harmonia comum
Num alegre zum zum zum
Cantam todos os bichinhos...
Dinsdag 30 oktober 1973
The Boss
The Boss
Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford - Valerie Simpson
Performer(s): Diana Ross
Fancy me
Thought I had my degree
In life and how love
Ought to be a run
I had a one step plan to prove it
Guide in my pocket for fools
Folly and fun
Love had to show me one thing
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
I'd defy
Anyone who claimed that I
Didn't control whatever moved in my soul
I could tempt
Touch delight
Just because you fell for me
Why should I feel uptight
Love had to show me one thing:
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
Love taught me
Taught me
Taught me
Taught me
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
Dinsdag 30 oktober 1973
Can't Get By Without You
Can't Get By Without You
Composer(s): Michael Denne - Ken Gold
Performer(s): The Real Thing
No way - no way - no way
When I leave your door
when we say good-night
It hurts me more and more
'cause girl
it just ain't right
To end the day like this with no more than a kiss
And spend the night just dreaming of the things
we're gonna miss
If I have my way girl
we'd be together more and more each day
We'd go on forever
lovers hand in hand
can't you understand
Girl
you've got to be my woman
I've got to be your man!
'Cause I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
The way I feel about you leaves nothing more to say
'Cause I love you girl
I need you
And I can't get by without you - no way!
It's a sad affair
wasting precious time that you and I could share
Girl
it's such a crime to hear you call my name
it's a crying shame
When we're not together then there's only time to blame
There will come a day girl
I do believe
It's not too far away when I can say good-night
And still be by your side to dry the tears you cried
And I'll have all the love I need to keep me satisfied
'Cause I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
Can't get by without you - can't get by without you
Can't get by without you
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
Dinsdag 30 oktober 1973
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