Dinsdag 16 april 1974
Carthage
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Carthage
Composer(s): Etienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
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Dinsdag 16 april 1974
Flor De Ceniza
Flor De Ceniza
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Dime, amor, cómo se atiza
una brasa en su penúltimo estertor...
Dime, amor, cuánto se atiza
para que renazca el brote de una flor
de una flor ... de la ceniza
flor de ceniza
Maandag 15 april 1974
The Duke Of Prunes
The Duke Of Prunes
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If it is a real prune
Knows no cheese
*(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)*
And stands *(Oh no!)*
Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
And I know the love I have for you
Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong
A prune that is true
Maandag 15 april 1974
Cartes Postales D'Alabama
Cartes Postales D'Alabama
((Adapted from: Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd) - 1974))
Composer(s): Ed King - Ronnie Van Zandt - Gary Rossington - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1983
Des fleurs de coton qui bougent
S'envolant dans un ciel bleu
Me rappellent que le blues
Est né sous des jours heureux
Des jours heureux
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisés d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
J'ai vu tout ça dans des films
Aux couleurs qui font rêver
Scarlett O'Hara éprise
D'un Red Buttler méprisé
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisers d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
Ku Klux Klan tu m'étonnes
Tu resurgis du passé
Cagoulé pour cacher l'homme
Blanc raciste, preux chevalier
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Sous ton visage lache masqué
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Pouvoir blanc et croix brûlées
Et croix brûlées
Majorité silencieuse
Démocratie déguisée
Moralité religieuse
Cheesburger et thé glacé ...
Maandag 15 april 1974
Flor De Azalea
Flor De Azalea
Composer(s): Manuel Esperón; Gómez Urquiza
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
Como espuma que inerte lleva el caudaloso río
Flor de Azalea la vida en su avalancha te arrastró
pero al salvarte hallar pudiste protección y abrigo
donde curar tu corazón herido por el dolor
Tu sonrisa refleja el paso de las horas negras
tu mirada la más amarga desesperación
hoy para siempre quiero que olvides tus pasadas penas
y que tan sólo tenga horas serenas tu corazón
Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor
Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor
Zondag 14 april 1974
Drover's Wife
Drover's Wife
Performer(s): Tex Morton
A drover's wife I chanced to meet
A friend of days gone by
I asked about her husband Bill
She softly started to cry
She held her baby to her breast
Slowly raised her head
Her big sad eyes looked into mine
Broken-hearted she said
Six years ago I married Bill
Though so poor were we
I loved him as I loved my life
Bill, I know he loved me
But now he's got six hundred pounds
I know that he wants to part
For Bill's in love with someone else
It's nearly breaking my heart
Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face
Bill, Bill, I love you
Before you got rich like you did
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids
I stuck by you when times were hard
When we had not a cent
I even pawned my wedding ring
To pay our bit of rent
She'll love you while your money lasts
I swear by God above
I don't want your money, Bill
I only want your love
Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face
Bill, Bill, I loved you
Before you came into your quids
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids
Zondag 14 april 1974
Carte Postale
Carte Postale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Gérald De Palmas
Allumés les postes de télévision
Verrouillées les portes des conversations
Oubliés les dames et les jeux de cartes
Endormies les fermes quand les jeunes partent
Brisées les lumières des ruelles en fête
Refroidi le vin brûlant, les assiettes
Emportés les mots des serveuses aimables
Disparus les chiens jouant sous les tables
Déchirées les nappes des soirées de noce
Oubliées les fables du sommeil des gosses
Arrêtées les valses des derniers jupons
Et les fausses notes des accordéons
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale
Goudronnées les pierres des chemins tranquilles
Relevées les herbes des endroits fragiles
Désertées les places des belles foraines
Asséchées les traces de l'eau des fontaines
Oubliées les phrases sacrées des grands-pères
Aux âtres des grandes cheminées de pierre
Envolés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale
Envolées les robes des belles promises
Les ailes des grillons, les paniers de cerises
Oubliés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
Allumés les postes de télévision
Zondag 14 april 1974
Flor Da Paisagem
Flor Da Paisagem
Composer(s): Robertinho de Recife; Fausto Nilo
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Teus zói a flor da paisagem
Sereno fim da viagem
Teus zói é a cor da beleza
Sorriso da natureza
Azul de prata meu litoral
Dois brincos de pedra rara
Riacho de água clara
Roupa com cheiro de mala
Zoinho assim são mais belos
Que renda branca na sala
Quem vê não enxerga a praia
Nós num lençol de cambraia
Teus zói no fim da vereda
Amor de papel de seda
Teus zói clareia o roçado
Reluz teu cordão colado
Zaterdag 13 april 1974
The Drinking Man's Diet
The Drinking Man's Diet
Composer(s): Neal Hefti
Performer(s): Allan Sherman
Oh, I'm on The Drinking Man's Diet
It came from a book I was loaned
It's really terrific
And quite scientific
And I'm half stoned
For breakfast some corn flakes and vodka
But corn flakes have carbohydrates
So I don't eat those fattening corn flakes
I eat the vodka straight
Drink, drink, everyone drink
It's not as bad as we used to think
With every Manhattan
Your stomach will flatten
So drink, drink, drink
The Air Force invented this diet
A fact which they hotly deny
Of course they'd deny it
'Cause this is the diet
That got the Air Force high
For lunch you can have three martinis
What better lunch is there than that?
But caution: do not eat the olives
'Cause olives make you fat
Drink, drink, everyone drink
It's not as bad as we used to think
If pounds you would burn off
Then turn on your Smirnoff
And drink, drink, drink
For dinner a nice scotch and soda
Now that oughta help you to lose
No whipped cream, no butter
Just lay in the gutter
And booze, booze, booze
Suppose you should meet a policeman
Who says you've been quenching your thirst?
You just tell him it's physical fitness
And health comes first!
Drink [hic] drink [hic] booze everywhere
Pass that decan'er of bourbon, there
I'm fatter than ever
But here's what's so clever
It's I... Don't... Care...!!!
Zaterdag 13 april 1974
Carta Para Mi Desde El 2086
Carta Para Mi Desde El 2086
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Me puse la ropa
no supe que hacer
como Julio Sosa
cien años después
Arreglé mis cosas
fui hasta el cabaret
fui, cante Malena
no recuerdo bien
Y allí mismo en el mismo lugar
del amor voy tratando de estar
con mi corazón
ya pasaron las bombas
el hambre y el tren
aquí en Baires las cosas no marchan bien
Zaterdag 13 april 1974
Flor Da Idade
Flor Da Idade
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Vanessa Bumagny
A gente faz hora, faz fila na vila do meio-dia
Pra ver Maria
A gente almoça e só se coça e se roça e só se vicia
A porta dela não tem tramela
A janela é sem gelosia
Nem desconfia
Ai, a primeira festa, a primeira festa, o primeiro amor
Na hora certa, a casa aberta, o pijama aberta, a família
A armadilha
A mesa posta de peixe, deixe um cheirinho da sua filha
Ela vive parada no sucesso do rádio de pilha
Que maravilha
Ai, o primeiro copo, o primeiro copo, o primeiro amor
Vê passar ela, como dança, balança, avança e recua
A gente sua
A roupa suja de cuja se lava no meio da rua
Despudorada, dada, à danada agrada andar seminua
E continua
Ai, a primeira dama, o primeiro drama, o primeiro amor
Carlos amava Dora que amava Lia que amava Léa que amava Paulo
Que amava Juca que amava Dora que amava Carlos que amava Dora
Que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava
Carlos amava Dora que amava Pedro que amava tanto que amava
a filha que amava Carlos que amava Dora que amava toda a quadrilha
Vrijdag 12 april 1974
The Drifter
The Drifter
Composer(s): Paul Williams - Roger Nichols
Performer(s): Steve Lawrence
Once again
There's a feeling inside of me
Nothing new
I've felt it before
Like the voice of hunger
Inside of me crying out
There's got to be more
I'll put my faith
In the arms of an open road
And you can come along
If you choose
'Cause there's places
That I've never been to
Sunsets to be ridden into
Not a lot I can do
But give in to the drifter
There's a drifter in me
Though I've tried it
I'm just not a settler
And nine to five
Don't make it with me
Why deny it
It makes me feel better
To come alive
And prove that I'm free
I wear no chains
And I carry no heavy load
So much to gain
And nothing to lose
'Cause there's places
That I've never been to
Sunsets to be ridden into
Not a lot I can do
But give in to the drifter
There's a drifter in me
Vrijdag 12 april 1974
Carta De Un León A Otro
Carta De Un León A Otro
Composer(s): Chico Novarro
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; Lissette; Julia Zenko
Perdón, hermano mio, si te digo
que ganas de escribirte no he tenido
No se si es el encierro
no se si es la comida
o el tiempo que ya llevo
en esta vida
Lo cierto es que el zoológico deprime
y el mal no se redime con cariño
si no es por esos niños
que acercan su alegria
sería más amargo, todavía
A ti te irá mejor, espero
viajando por el mundo entero
aunque el domador, según me cuentas
te obligue a trabajar mas de la cuenta
Tu tienes que entender, hermano
que el alma tiene de villano
al no poder mandar a quien quisieran
descartan su poder sobre las fieras
Muchos humanos, son importantes
silla mediante, látigo en mano
Pero volviendo a mí, nada ha cambiado
aqui desde que fuimos separados
hay algo, sin embargo
que noto entre la gente
parece que miraran diferente
Sus ojos han perdido algún destello
como si fueran ellos los cautivos
yo se lo que te digo
apuesta lo que quieras
que afuera tienen miles
de problemas
Caimos en la selva, hermano
y mira en que piadosas manos
su aire está viciado de humo y muerte
y quién anticipar
puede su suerte
Volver a la naturaleza
sería su mayor riqueza
allí podrán amarse libremente
y no hay ningún zoológico de gente
Ciudate hermano, yo no se cuando
Pero ese dia, viene llegando
Vrijdag 12 april 1974
Flop Eared Mule
Flop Eared Mule
(Traditional)
Mule mule Flop eared mule
Flop eared flop eared flop eared mule
Flop eared mule flop eared mule
Flop eared flop eared mule
Mule mule mule mule
Flop eared flop eared flop eared mule
Mule mule mule mule
Flop eared flop eared mule
Real world real world real real real world
Real world real world real real world
World world world world real real real world
World world world world real real world
Donderdag 11 april 1974
The Dream I Had Last Night
The Dream I Had Last Night
Composer(s): Cardigan - Brennan - Story
Have you ever discovered the reason why
The moment you close your sleepy eye
there's something always comes and sets you dreaming
And you think you're the son of a millionaire
And you're the sole surviving heir
And how to spend his money you are scheming
Last night I fell asleep upon the hay pile
And in the mean-while
This hay pile went floating thru the air
To a place I don't know where
But I saw a world of wonders there
Did you ever wake up with a funny grin
And sit with your hands up on your chin
and wish that you were back again in Dream land
In that wonderful land when you're in so strong
Where all is right and nothing's wrong
And everybody's giving you the glad hand
When I'm asleep I like to dream of money
Now ain't it funny how money will follow you it seems
When you're wrap'd in idle dreams
But it leaves you when the morning beams
I was the guest of honor of a millionaire
Kings were there a swell affair
Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough
All of a sudden things began to fade away
And what I saw gave me an awful fright
I was all alone in swimmin' with a hundred thousand women
That's the dream I had last night.
I was the guest of honor of a millionaire
Kings were there a swell affair
Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough
All of a sudden things began to fade away
And what I saw gave me an awful fright
I was perched upon a steeple throwing money to the people
That's the dream I had last night
Donderdag 11 april 1974
Carta Ao Tom 74
Carta Ao Tom 74
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Vinícius de Moraes
and multiple other artists
Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete
Você ensinando pra Elizeth
As canções de cancão,do amor demais
Ipanema era só felicidade
Era como se o amor doesse em paz
Nossa famosa garota
Nem sabia a que ponto a cidade turvaria
Esse rio de amor que se perdeu
Mesmo a tristeza da gente era mais bela
E além disso se via da janela
Um cantinho do céu e o Redentor
É meu amigo só resta uma certeza
É preciso acabar com essa tristeza
É preciso inventar de novo o amor
Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete
Eu saio correndo do pivete
Tentando alcançar o elevador
Minha janela não passa de um quadrado
A gente só vê Sérgio Dourado
Onde antes se via o Redentor
É meu amigo só resta uma certeza
É preciso acabar com a natureza
É melhor lotear o nosso amor
Donderdag 11 april 1974
Floobie Doobie Doo
Floobie Doobie Doo
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
As I walked down to Bishop Street
I met a girl with a smile so sweet
Now she was young and pretty, too
And on a string, she walked
With a thing called a Floobie Doobie Doo
Oh, a Floobie Doobie Doo
Now what is that?
It ain't no dog and it ain't no cat
It's nine feet tall with eyes of blue
I never seen such a thing
As a thing called a Floobie Doobie Doo
It had one tooth and five purple toes
Sixteen elbows and a twelve foot nose
You'll never see one in the zoo
I mean a thing like a thing
On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo
I told that girl "Lemme take you home ...
And maybe we can be alone" (Ha - ha, Ha - ha)
She said, "I'd love to go home with you
But I'd have to bring my thing
On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo"
Well, I took her home that very night
We talked a while and I dimmed the light
She cuddled close and the next thing I knew
Just as soon as it seen us
In between us jumped the Floobie Doobie Doo!
It stayed all night
It stayed all year
I never got to hold her near
I said "Sweet Baby, I wanna cling to you
But you wanna cling to a thing
On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo"
Oh, a Floobie Doobie Doo
Now what is that?
It ain't no dog, it ain't no cow and it ain't no cat
It's nine feet tall with eyes of blue
You just can't swing with a thing
On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo
Well, she cried a cry
She wiped her eye
She said, "Farewell, so long, goodbye
For though I love you, yes I do
I can't reveal the love that
I feel for the Floobie Doobie Doo!"
I never see her anymore
She never knocks upon my door
And every night alone and blue
I sit and I swing about a string on a thing
I mean I sit and I think about a swing on a thing
I mean I sit and I sing about a thing
On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo!
Woensdag 10 april 1974
Dream (Shirley Temple)
Dream
Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Samuel Pokrass
Performer(s): Shirley Temple
Your highness please forgive me
But something has gone amiss
There is an angry woman outside
To report a stolen kiss
Tell her she must go away
Come around some other day
I have told her, but she won't
You must see her, if you don't
She'll scream her head off
Tell her to hush
She won't be hushed
Then tell her to shush
I'm afraid she won't be shushed
I won't be shushed, I won't be hushed
I know my rights, I know the law
And I know also what I saw
What did you see
I saw him
You saw who, I mean whom
I saw that lad steal a kiss
From that shameless little miss
Don't be fooled by all their shyness
Their a wicked pair your highness
There's a law I understand
Against kissing in this land
There is a law that reads like this
No one is to steal a kiss
Ah but Princess I've a feeling
This is not a case of stealing
Silence fool, I know the law
What I say I saw I saw
What I saw
She's on a see-saw
I saw you saw he saw she saw
On a see saw on a see saw
I saw you saw he saw she saw
What she tells us may be true
And if it is what can we do
If you ask me we should listen
To the lad who did the kissin'
I object t'would not be wise
He would only tell you lies
Let him speak, come lad this way
Now then what have you to say
Please your highness, I confess
When I saw such loveliness
It was too much to resist
I just thought she should be kissed
So I kissed her, kissed her twice
It was very very nice
So he kissed her, kissed her twice
It was very very nice
There you see, he broke the law
What I say I saw I saw
Please don't start all that again
But he stole a kiss that's plain
Yes it looks as if its true
And I'll have to punish you
No please, let me say a word
It is not the way you heard
Please, he did not steal a kiss
I gave it to him, just like this
There you see, I had a feeling
This was not a case of stealing
I'm not sure, its not quite plain
Could I see that kiss again
You were right, I have a feeling
This was not a case of stealing
Right the law has been abused
This lad has falsely been accused
He is hers and she is his'n
That old witch should go to prison
Your a very wicked woman
Princess I am only human
Listen to the old grand mommy
Your a nasty peeping tommy
Banish her from here forever
Never show your face here never
Banish her from here forever
Never show your face here never
What I say I saw I saw
I know my rights, I know the law
Come, and sit beside me here
Your kiss has made things very clear
Thank you Princess
Don't thank me
It was that kiss that set you free
Now we're through with this arrangement
Let us have some entertainment
Bring the dancers bring the singers
Bring the good old welting ringers
The new ballerina, she pleases you
She's a very good dancer
She looks familiar too!
Woensdag 10 april 1974
Carta A New York
Carta A New York
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Querido New York tu vas a perdonar lo que voy a decir
existe un lugar tan lejano de ti que no puedo olvidar
y salgo a caminar como una sombra que va sola en el viento
es mi corazón, amarrado está a un viejo puerto
Perdóname New York
Perdona esta canción
que me hace recordar...
Veo la ciudad desde un alto balcón casi en el cielo
Puedo divisar en el fondo de mí un sentimiento
El que me hace volar mas allá del neón y del cemento
El que me hace soñar con mi vieja ciudad de mar y cerro
Perdóname New York
Perdona esta canción
que me hace recordar...
Querido New York mis huesos y mi voz están contigo
Y mi corazón alejándose va, no está conmigo
Perdóname New York
Perdona esta canción
que me hace recordar
Perdóname New York
Perdona esta canción
Que me hace recordar...
Woensdag 10 april 1974
Floating Down The River ('Cause It's Moonlight Now In Dixieland)
