Vrijdag 18 januari 1974
Car Jamming
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Car Jamming
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Vrijdag 18 januari 1974
È Tutto Un Attimo
È Tutto Un Attimo
Composer(s): Franco Ciani - Umberto Smaila - Adelio Cogliati
First release by: Anna Oxa - 1986
Io che scambio l'alba col tramonto
Poi mi sveglio tardi nei motel
Sbadiglio sopra un cappuccino
E pago il conto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo
Io che firmo il nome come viene
Dormo spesso accanto al finestrino
Mi trucco il viso più deciso
E vivo il tempo più vicino
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io che scambio amori fino in fondo
Solo nei momenti miei con te
Immaginando anche un bambino
Chiedo il resto al mio destino
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
E un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
Io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua
Che un'altra dentro non ci sta
Questa vita siete voi
Questo cuore immenso che
Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima
La mia vita siete solo voi...
Siete voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori
io vivo dentro e vivo fuori
È tutto un attimo
Voi... solo voi
Voi... solo voi
Donderdag 17 januari 1974
The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key)
The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key)
Composer(s): Melanie Safka - Brendan O'Shaughnessy)
Performer(s): The Wurzels
I drove my tractor
Through yur 'aystack last night (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
I threw me pitchfork at yur dog
To keep quiet (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh)
Now somethin's tellin' me
That you'm avoidin' me
Come on now, darlin'
You've got somethin' I need
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
She made I laugh, ha-ha
I'll stick by you
I'll give you all that you need
We'll 'ave twins and triplets
I'm a man built for speed
And you know I'll love you, darlin'
So give me yur hand
But what I want the most
Is all they acres of land
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Ooh-aah, she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all
For seven long years
I've been alone in this place
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen
It's a proper disgrace
Now if I cleaned it up
Would you change your mind
I'll give up drinkin' scrumpy
And that lager and lime
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Who loves ya, baby, ha
Weren't we a grand couple
At that last wurzel dance
I wore brand new gaters
And me cordouroy pants
In your new Sunday dress
With your perfume smellin' grand
We had our photos took
An' us holdin' hands
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Now that we'me both past our fifties
I think that you and me
Should stop this galavanting
And will you marry me
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Aahh, yu're a fine lookin' woman
and I can't wait to get me 'ands on yur land
Donderdag 17 januari 1974
Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a great dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can't be beat
'Cause we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
When you drive away
You'll really hear us say
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!
And as your on your way
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
Reprise by Wilma and Betty
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried fried fried
Our burgers can't be beat
Because we grind our own meat
grind grind grind grind grind
If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble
Think that they're not in a lot of trouble
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
Donderdag 17 januari 1974
E Tu Come Stai
E Tu Come Stai
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Ho girato e rigirato senza sapere dove andare
Ed ho cenato a prezzo fisso seduto accanto ad un dolore
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
E mi fanno compagnia quaranta amiche... le mie carte
Anche il mio cane si fa forte e abbaia alla malinconia
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come vivi, come ti trovi
Chi viene a prenderti chi ti apre lo sportello
Chi segue ogni tuo passo chi ti telefona
E ti domanda adesso... Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Ieri ho ritrovato le tue iniziali nel mio cuore
Non ho più voglia di pensare e sono sempre più sbadato
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu cosa pensi come cammini
Chi ti ha portato via chi scopre le tue spalle
Chi si stende al tuo fianco chi grida il nome tuo
Chi ti accarezza stanco...
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Non è cambiato niente no
Il vento non è mai passato tra di noi, tu come stai?
Non è accaduto niente no,
Il tempo non ci ha mai perduto
Come stai? Tu come stai?...
Woensdag 16 januari 1974
The Colour Of Love
The Colour Of Love
Composer(s): Barry J. Eastmond - Billy Ocean - Jolyon Skinner - Wayne Brathwaite
Performer(s): Billy Ocean
Ooh ooh ooh
If I had to paint a pictures
To show the world how love can really be
I would use the brightest colours
To create a vision of harmony
It would be a reality
'Cause its only what's inside of my heart
You would see I've always loved you right from the very start
Tell me what is the colour of love?
What do you see?
Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me
I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect painting of love forever true
The colours of the rainbow turn grey whenever you're so far away
It changes like the seasons
You're the reason it happens that way
What you see are colours of emotion
Reflecting what I feel deep inside
Now I'd like to take a look at emotions that you hide
Tell me what is the colour of love?
What do you see?
Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me
I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect painting of love forever true
And oh though many may try to keep us apart
Oh the colours that I see in you will shine a light to see us through
No matter what the world will do I'll always love you Ooh ooh ooh
Oh what is the colour of love oh tell me tell me
Oh I wanna know I wanna know - when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect paining of love forever true
Woensdag 16 januari 1974
Car Cette Chanson-Là
Car Cette Chanson-Là
Composer(s): Yanni Spanos - Pierre Louki
Performer(s): Esther Ofarim; Jean-Claude Pascal
Le soir quand tout se tait par delà ma fenêtre
il est une chanson qui s'éveille à cent tours
Il est une chanson qui malgré moi pénètre
car cette chanson-là racontait mes amours
Je ne sais plus très bien comment elle commence
je sais qu'on y parlait de roses et de lilas
C'était un peu idiot, c'était un peu romance
Souvent tu répétais tralalala lala
J'entends ta voix encore qui me poursuit sans cesse
Ta bouche s'est enfuie, mais l'heure est toujours là
Qu'importe sa valeur, qu'importent ses faiblesses?
Car cette chanson-là, tu la chantais pour moi
Alors, si par hasard tu passes dans la rue
dis-toi que ta chanson dort chez moi chaque nuit
Tous les matins partis, tous les soirs revenus
tu peux les retrouver si le cœur te le dit
Tu peux les retrouver, mes larmes, mes sourires
Je sais qu'elle parlait de roses et de lilas
Mais toi, qui chantais mal, toi seul pourrais me dire
ce qu'il y avait après tralalala lala
Woensdag 16 januari 1974
E Tu
E Tu
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni / Antonio Coggio)
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Michéal Castaldo; Marco Carta
Accoccolati ad ascoltare il mare
Qanto tempo siamo stati
Senza fiatare...
Seguire il tuo profilo con un dito
Mentre il vento accarezzava piano
Il tuo vestito...
E tu
Fatta di sguardi tu
E di sorrisi ingenui tu
Ed io
A piedi nudi io
Sfioravo i tuoi capelli io
E fermarci a giocare
Con una formica
E poi chiudere gli occhi
Non pensare più
Senti freddo anche tu
Senti freddo anche tu
E nascoste nell'ombra della sera poche stelle
Ed un brivido improvviso
Sulla tua pelle...
Poi correre felici a perdifiato
Fare a gara per vedere
Chi resta indietro...
E tu
In un sospiro tu
In ogni mio pensiero tu
Ed io
Restavo zitto io
Per non sciupare tutto io
E baciarti le labbra
Con un filo d'erba
E scoprirti più bella
Coi capelli in su
E mi piaci di più
E mi piaci di più
Forse sei l'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...
E per gioco noi siam caduti coi vestiti in mare
Ed un bacio e un altro e un altro ancora
Da non poterti dire
Che tu
Pallida e dolce tu
Eri già tutto quanto tu
Ed io
Non ci credevo io
E ti tenevo stretta io
Coi vestiti inzuppati
Stare li a scherzare
Poi fermarci stupiti
"Io vorrei... cioè..."
Ho bisogno di te
Ho bisogno di te
Dammi un po' d'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...
Dinsdag 15 januari 1974
Coldest Days Of My Life
Coldest Days Of My Life
Composer(s): Eugene Record - Carl Davis
First release by: Walter Jackson - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Hmm...hmm...
Mmm...mmm...
I remember, oh, yeah
The signs of springtime
There were birds, music everywhere
Everywhere
Some of us played, oh, yeah
And some of us cried
Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
The tears in my eyes
And what I had dreamed of, oh...Lordy (What I had dreamed of)
I thought it was him
10 feet tall, oh...
I was ridin’ so high
With eyes of a child, oh... (Eyes of a child)
Shinin’ so bright, yes, they were
Coldest days of my life
They were the coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
Lord, take away (Take it) the pain (Take it)
Oh, you know, you know that it was (Take it, take it)
And it couldn’t be (Take it) much worse
Down low, down low
Down the low
Down the low
It just couldn’t be that bad
Ooh...down the low
It just couldn’t be that bad
Ooh...down the low
Oh, down, down
Down the low
Here all alone, yeah
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...down the low
Ooh...ooh...
I remember, ooh, yeah, yeah
The signs of springtime
I’m trying to keep the past behind me
But voices suddenly remind me
That she’s gone
She’s what I had dreamed, oh... (What I had dreamed of)
She’s all that I think of
Coldest days of my life
They were the coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coldest days of my life
Coldest days of my life
Dinsdag 15 januari 1974
Car 67
Car 67
Composer(s): Paul Phillips - Peter Zorn
Performer(s): Driver 67
(Car 67, car 67, where are you?)
(Come in 67, 67, can you hear me?)
Hey Control, this is 67 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah
Control, this is 67 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah
(Good morning 67, good morning
Bit of a late start, isn't it?)
Is there something that you want me to do-ooh, yeah
(Yes, we have a job for you)
You know I'm only here to please you-ooh
(We want you to pick up a young lady at 83 Royal Gardens)
Control have mercy on me
I don't wanna do the pick-up, isn't anybody else free?
Stuck in a jam in a one-way street
Why don't you tell her she'd be quicker if she used her feet, yeah
(You must be joking 67)
(Now, come on I must have a time for the pick-up)
The best that I can do
Is tell you tomorrow, yeah
'Cause if I do the job
It's gonna cause me sorrow-ooh
(Oh, really 67, you're putting me in a bad position)
(This is too bad, too bad)
(I must have a time for the pick-up)
(What's you're problem?)
(What's wrong 67?)
To tell you the truth
I had a bad, bad night
My girl left home
In the middle of a fight
(Sorry about that 67, sorry to hear that)
Controller have mercy on me
I don't wanna do the pick-up at number 83
And the girl of my dreams left me all alone
And at number 83 is where she made her home
(Ah-hah, I see 67, I understand your problem)
Is there something else you want me to do-ooh, yeah
(Yes, you can have another job 67)
You know I'm only here to please you
(Stand by all cars, stand by)
(Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens)
(First call for 83 Royal Gardens)
(Can somebody give me a time for the pick-up?)
(Stand by 67, we'll have an other job for you shortly)
(Calling all cars, calling all cars)
(Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens)
(First call to 83 Royal Gardens)
(Somebody give me a time)
(Can you do it car 23?)
Dinsdag 15 januari 1974
E Tu Strafai
E Tu Strafai
((French Version: Tu Exagères (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Calabrese - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
E tu strafai e in verità
Esattamente mai nessuno saprà
Se è un brutto vizio
Oppure una qualità
Fra l'uno e l'altra si confonde
Cosa vuoi mai, tu vieni e vai
E ti affatichi sempre più che tu puoi
Io sono un figlio e non un uomo per te
La tirannia infondi su di me
E tu strafai ancor di più
Per i pranzetti che mi elabori tu
E ti commuovi se per te mando giù
Pantagrueliche portate
Se dico no per sobrità
Diventi triste, io non insisterò
Sapendo che ne piangeresti sennò
Mangio da capo finché mi strozzerò
E tu strafai, non c'è perché
Nel lucidare tutti i giorni i parquets
Tenendo pronte le pattine per me
Che mi fan perder l'eqiilibrio
A spolverar, a lucidar
Ti dai da far. Se non so dove star
E vado a letto per lasciarti sfogar
Togli i cuscini che sono da cambiar
E tu strafai, che assurdità
Se solo un colpo o due di tosse darò
A letto zitto e buono mi troverò
Con le ventose sulla schiena
Come un buldog sorvegli me
Con il termometro a portata di te
E che lo voglia o no mi fai buttar giù
Quella schifezza che hai preparto tu
E tu strafai, tu strafai
E io non vedo quando la smetterai
Perché è per questo che ti amo
Le tue virtù, la tua allegria
E la freschezza che nascondi per me
Non danno un attimo di noia con te
E se tu esageri, e se tu esageri
È anche vero che piaci a me
Maandag 14 januari 1974
Cold Hard Facts Of Life
Cold Hard Facts Of Life
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Porter Wagoner; Ferlin Husky; Stonewall Jackson
I got back in town a day before I'd planned to
I smiled and said I'll sure surprise my wife
I don't think I'll phone I'll just head on home
For I didn't know the cold hard facts of life
I passed a little winestore on the corner
I pictured big champagne by candle light
I stopped the car right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said I'll take two bottles of your best
Her husband's out of town and there's a party
He winkled as if to say you know the rest
I left the store two steps behind the stranger
From there to my house his car stayed in sight
But it wasn't till he turned into my drive that I learned
I was witnessing the cold hard facts of life
I drove around the block till I was dizzy each time the noise came louder from within
And then I saw our bottle there beside me
And I drank a fifth of courage and walked in
Lord you should've seen their frantic faces
They screamed and cried please put away that knife
I guess I'll go to hell or I'll rot here in the cell
But who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Maandag 14 januari 1974
Car 54, Where Are You?
Car 54, Where Are You?
Composer(s): Ned Hiken - J. Strauss
There's a hold up in the Bronx
Brooklyn's broken out in fights
There's a traffic jam in Harlem
That's backed up to Jackson Heights
There's a scout troop short a child
Kruschev's due at Idlewild
Car 54, Where Are You?
Maandag 14 januari 1974
Frevo Diabo
Frevo Diabo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Edú Lobo
É bom, é brabo, é o frevo
Diabo no corpo, torto, corpo
Pára mais não
Fogo no rabo de qualquer cristão
Solta o frevo diabo e adeus procissão
Pelo sinal da santa cruz pandemônio
No dia da padroeira
Não tem romeira, tem, são morenas
Não tem novenas, diabo, a gente é feliz
Não tem sermão, tem não, tem orquestra
E cana, e briga, e fogo, e festa
Na matriz
É o barro, o berro na garganta
Olha a ginga da santa
Devagar com o andor
Meu corpo já não sabe o que faz, Satanás
Diz pra parar, que eu já não posso mais
Diz pra parar, faz um pouco mais
Faz o Diabo
Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão
É para pular, não, para parar, para bulinar
Não, para parar, para arrebentar
Frevo diabo
Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão
Maandag 14 januari 1974
E Ti Vengo A Cercare
E Ti Vengo A Cercare
Composer(s): Franco Battiato
First release by: Franco Battiato - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists
E ti vengo a cercare
Anche solo per vederti o parlare
Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza
Per capire meglio la mia essenza.
Questo sentimento popolare
Nasce da meccaniche divine
Un rapimento mistico e sensuale
Mi imprigiona a te
Dovrei cambiare l'oggetto dei miei desideri
Non accontentarmi di piccole gioie quotidiane
Fare come un eremita
Che rinuncia a sé
E ti vengo a cercare
Con la scusa di doverti parlare
Perché mi piace ciò che pensi e che dici
Perché in te vedo le mie radici.
Questo secolo oramai alla fine
Saturo di parassiti senza dignità
Mi spinge solo ad essere migliore
Con più volontà
Emanciparmi dall'incubo delle passioni
Cercare l'Uno al di sopra del Bene e del Male
Essere un'immagine divina
Di questa realtà
E ti vengo a cercare
Perché sto bene con te
Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza
Zondag 13 januari 1974
The Cold Cold Coast Of Greenland
The Cold Cold Coast Of Greenland
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Farewell and adieu love
I'm bound for to sail
To the cold coast of Greenland
To capture the whale
And there'll be no temptation
To tarry there long
For the wind and the snow love
Will sing us their song
It's a hard sea to travel
Through the storm and the gale
And there's no compensation
But to hunt for the whale
With our oilskins and slickers
And our boots to the knee
We will roll and we'll pitch
Through the cold Greenland sea
Oh the prize that we seek love
Is as bold and as fine
As the fastest of steeds
Or the finest of wine
He could easily send us
With the power of his tail
To a watery grave
Ah the great Greenland whale
Farewell and adieu love
I'm bound for to sail
To the cold coast of Greenland
To capture the whale
And there'll be no temptation
To tarry there long
For the wind and the snow love
Will sing us their song
Zondag 13 januari 1974
Capullito De Alelí
Capullito De Alelí
Composer(s): Rafael Hernández
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Lindo capullo de alelí
Si tú supieras mi dolor
Correspondieras a mi amor
Y calmaras mi sufrir
Porque tú sabes que sin tí
La vida es nada para mí
Tú bien lo sabes
Capullito de aleli
No hay en el mundo para mí
Otro capullo de alelí
Que yo le brinde mi pasión
Y que le dé mi corazón
Porque tú eres la mujer
A quien he dado mi querer
Y te juré lindo alelí
Fidelidad hasta morir
Por eso yo te canto a tí
Mi capullito de alelí
Dame tu aroma seductor
Y un poquito de tu amor
Porque tú sabes que sin tí
La vida es nada para mí
Tú bien lo sabes
Capullito de alelí
Zondag 13 januari 1974
É Só Me Pedir
É Só Me Pedir
Composer(s): Astrud Gilberto
Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto
Eu tenho amor para dar
(eu tenho amor para dar)
E uma casa no mar
(e uma casa no mar)
E qualquer coisa que voce desejar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Seja no topo do céu
Ou lá no fundo do mar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar
P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
Eu faço seja o que for, seja o que for
P'ra conquistar seu amor
Meu amorzinho me diz
(me diz, me diz)
Como te fazer feliz
E qualquer que voce desejar
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Seja no norte ou no sul
Seja vermelho ou azul
É só me pedir, é só me pedir
Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar
Pr'a te fazer feliz, pr'a te fazer feliz
Pr'a te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
Zaterdag 12 januari 1974
The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil)
The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Dick Miles
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists
(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffee Down In Brazil)
Way down among the Brazillians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
"Cause they've got to sell their quota
And the way things are I guess they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
"Cause the planters down in Santos all say No! No! No!
A politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fineda great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Zaterdag 12 januari 1974
Captured By The Moment
