Maandag 22 april 1974
Casa De João De Rosa
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Casa De João De Rosa
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
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Maandag 22 april 1974
Flower Of My Heart
Flower Of My Heart
Composer(s): Don Guess; Bobby Montgomery
Performer(s): Buddy Holly
Do you think of me darlin'
while we're many miles apart
oh please be true to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart
Many nights I've sat alone
and I've worried over you
but I'll never worry dear
if your love is true
Please come back to me my darlin'
cause I can't live while we're apart
Please come back to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart
Many nights I've sat alone
and I've worried over you
but I'll never worry dear
if your love is true
Please come back to me my darlin'
for I can't live while we're apart
come back - come back to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart
Zondag 21 april 1974
The Eagle And Me
The Eagle And Me
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Dooley Wilson
and multiple other artists
River it like to flow
Eagle it like to fly
Eagle it like to feel
Its wings against the sky
Possum it like to run
Ivy it like to climb
Bird in the tree and bumble bee
Want freedom in autumn or summertime
Ever since that day
When the world was an onion
"Twas natch'ral for the spirit
To soar and play
The way the Lawd'a-wanted it
Free as the sun is free
That's how it's gotta be
What ever is right
For bumble bee and river and eagle
Is right for me
We gotta be free
The eagle and me
Zondag 21 april 1974
Casa Bianca
Casa Bianca
((French Version: La Petite Maison Bleue (Dalida))
Composer(s): Don Backy - Detto Mariano
Performer(s): Don Backy
and multiple other artists
C'e' una casa bianca che
che mai più io scorderò
mi rimane dentro il cuore
con la mia gioventù
Era tanto tempo fa
ero bimba e di dolore
io piangevo nel mio cuore
non volevo entrare là
Tutti i bimbi come me
hanno qualche cosa che
di terror li fa tremare
e non sanno che cos'è
Quella casa bianca che
non vorrebbero lasciare
e' la loro gioventù
che mai più ritornerà
Tutti i bimbi come me
hanno qualche cosa che
di terror li fa tremare
e non sanno che cos'è
E' la bianca casa che
che mai più io scorderò
mi rimane dentro il cuore
con la mia gioventù
E mai più ritornerà
Ritornerà
Zondag 21 april 1974
Flower Lady
Flower Lady
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
Performer(s): Phil Ochs;
and various other artists
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover’s quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
It’s written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It’s over, once again
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks are you absurd?
The painter paints his brushes back
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
And they argue through the night
Black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are right
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
Washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
Complain about the present using memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out you’re old, you’re old, you’re old
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
And nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady
Zaterdag 20 april 1974
The Dying Mine Brakeman
The Dying Mine Brakeman (aka The True And Trembling Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks
Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train
See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death
Zaterdag 20 april 1974
Carve That Possum
Carve That Possum (aka "An Opposum Hunt", "Possum Meat", "Carve Dat Possum", "Possum Pie")
Composer(s): Sam Lucas
Performer(s): Uncle Dave Macon
and multiple other artists
Possum meat is good an' sweet
Carve him to de heart
I always finds it good to eat
Carve him to de heart
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Oh charve 'im to de heart!
My dog tree, I went to see
Carve him to de heart
A great big possum up dat tree
Carve him to de heart
I retch up an' pull him in
Carve him to de heart
Dat ol' possum 'gin to grin
Carve him to de heart
I tuck him home an' dressed him off
Carve him to de heart
Dat night I laind him in de' fros'
Carve him to de heart
De way I cooked dat possum sound
Carve him to de heart
I fust parboiled, den baked him brown
Carve him to de heart
I put sweet taters in de pan
Carve him to de heart
'Twas de bigges' eatin' in de lan'
Carve him to de heart
Zaterdag 20 april 1974
Flores Nocturnas
Flores Nocturnas
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Se abren las flores nocturnas de quinta avenida
para esos pobres señores que van al hotel
flores que rompen en la oscuridad
flores de guiños de complicidad
flores silbando suicidios
flores de aroma fatal
Qué jardinero ha sembrado la quinta avenida
con variedad tan precisa de nocturnidad
cuál es su especie y cuál su país
qué fino abono nutrió su raíz
dándoles tono silvestre
dónde estará su matriz
Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
flores que saben lo que no sabré
flores que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores comiendo sobras del amor
Brotan, rebotan, explotan por quinta avenida
son arrancadas y parten con aire veloz
dicen que es duro el oficio de flor
cuando sus pétalos se ajan al sol
pálidas flores nocturnas
flores de la decepción
Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
que saben lo que no sabré
que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores sin primavera ni estación
flores comiendo sobras del amor
Vrijdag 19 april 1974
The True And Trembling Brakeman
The True And Trembling Brakeman (aka The Dying Mine Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks
Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train
See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death
Vrijdag 19 april 1974
Caruso (Mireille Mathieu - Spanish Version)
Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Rafael Trabuchelli
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989
Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)
Donde brillan los mares y sopla fuerte el viento
En el viejo balcón frente al Golfo de Sorrento
Un hombre abraza a una mujer sin contener el llanto
Se despide una vez más, vuelve a empezar el canto
Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor
Una luz entre las sombras, el brillo de una estrella
Va dejando larga estela como espuma tras el barco
Una vieja melodía se escucha en el gran piano
Llena de melancolía, canción que recuerda tanto
Todo gira en torno a él, han pasado largos años
Hay lágrimas en sus ojos, vuelve a empezar el canto
Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor
Pronto llegará a su tierra, a su patria tan querida
Deja en América gloria y el eco de su voz divina
Le acompaña la mirada de unos ojos muy cercanos
Que le ayudan a olvidar ese mundo que ha dejado
Todo queda más allá, los triunfos y los fracasos
Solo sueños de un ayer, como espuma tras el barco
Todo tiene su final, pero el no quiere ya pensarlo
Ya no habrá más despedidas, vuelve a empezar el canto
Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor
Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor
Vrijdag 19 april 1974
Florecita
Florecita
French & Italian Titles:
Petite Fleur; Fiorellino
Composer(s): Sidney Bechet; B. Molar
Performer(s): Sidney Bechet
Yo arranque
del jardín del amor una pequeña flor
que en mi pecho guardé
Talismán
que me hablaba de ti, que cuidaba de mi
en el bien y en el mal, pero se marchito
y perdió su poder
porque ya tu querer murió
De ese amor, que era mi sueño azul
sólo me quedas tú, pequeña flor
Te guardaré toda una eternidad
te besaré cuando quiera otra vez soñar
pues de aquel sueño de juventud
sólo me quedas tú pequeña flor
Donderdag 18 april 1974
The Dying Californian
The Dying Californian
Composer(s): John Renfro Davis
Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
For my limbs are growing cold
And thy presence seemeth nearer
When thine arms around me fold
I am dying, brother, dying
Soon you'll miss me in your berth
For my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf
Tell my father when you see him
That in death I prayed for him
Prayed that I might only meet him
In a world that's free from sin
Tell my mother, God assist her
Now that she is growing old
That her child would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold
Listen, brother, catch each whisper
'Tis my wife I speak of now
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow
Tell her she must kiss my children
Like the kiss I last impressed
Hold them as when last I held them
Held them closely to my breast
It was for them I crossed the ocean
What my hopes were I'll not tell
But they gained an orphan's portion
Yet He doeth all things well
Tell them I have reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust
And I gained a port called Heaven
Where the gold will never rust
Donderdag 18 april 1974
Caruso (Lucio Dalla)
Caruso
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
First release by: Lucio Dalla - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)
Qui dove il mare luccica
e tira forte il vento
su una vecchia terrazza davanti al golfo di Sorrento
un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
dopo che aveva pianto
poi si schiarisce la voce e ricomincia il canto
Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint' e' vene sai
Vide le luci in mezzo al mare
pensò alle notti la in America
ma erano solo le lampare
e la bianca scia di un'elica
sentì il dolore nella musica
si alzò dal Pianoforte
ma quando vide la luna uscire da una nuvola
gli sembrò più dolce anche la morte
Guardò negli occhi la ragazza
quegli occhi verdi come il mare
poi all'improvviso uscì una lacrima
e lui credette di affogare
Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
e scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai
Potenza della lirica
dove ogni dramma e' un falso
che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica
puoi diventare un altro
Ma due occhi che ti guardano
così vicini e veri
ti fanno scordare le parole
confondono i pensieri
Così diventò tutto piccolo
anche le notti la in America
ti volti e vedi la tua vita
come la scia di un'elica
Ah si, e' la vita che finisce
ma lui non ci pensò poi tanto
anzi si sentiva felice
e ricominciò il suo canto
Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai
(2 volte)
Donderdag 18 april 1974
Flor De Un Día (Raphael)
Flor De Un Día
Composer(s): S. Marti
Performer(s): Raphael
Flor de un dia nada mas
Solo fueron para mi
Tus caricias y tus besos
En mi afan de conseguir
Todo un mundo de placer
De caprichos y deseos
Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue tu amor que alimente
Con mis locos sentimientos
Del que yo trate de huir
Sin poder lograr jamas
Apartarlo de mis sueños
Perdona mi manera de pensar
Perdona, se que todo lo hice mal
Perdona, si aun es tiempo de olvidar
Y ahora dime que si
Que a mi lado otra vez volveras
Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue el perfume de tu piel
En contacto con mi cuerpo
Una simple vanidad
Un deseo de gozar
Y apurar cada momento
Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue tu amor que alimente
Con mis locos sentimientos
Al que intento confesar
Hoy despues de tanto andar
Que es lo unico que tengo
Woensdag 17 april 1974
The Dummy Song
The Dummy Song (aka I'll Take The Legs From Some Old Table)
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Billy Rose - Ray Henderson
Performer(s): The Modernaires
and multiple other artists
Johnny got a furlough and he took it on the run
To see his little hon' and have a little fun
He found her with a sergeant, she was bouncing on his knee
And Johnny yelled, "No wedding bells for me!"
I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through,
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you
Came another furlough and he called her on the phone
He said, "Are you alone?" She said, "No, no, my own
I'm sitting with your Colonel and he's lovely company"
And Johnny cried, "Ha-ha, ho-ho, hee-hee"
I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you
Woensdag 17 april 1974
Caruso (Mireille Mathieu - French Version)
Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989
Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)
La lune brille et sur la mer souffle le vent en rafale
sur la vieille terrasse au bord du golfe de Sorrente
Un homme serre une fille très fort sans retenir ses larmes
la gorge nouée de chagrin pourtant malgré lui il chante
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Cette lumière sur la mer lui fait penser aux nuits de l'Amérique
mais ce ne sont que mirages comme un sillage de bateau
Il entend dans le lointain des guitares qui jouent des romances d'hier
et la lune à travers les nuages éclaire le golfe de Sorrente
Les yeux de l'amour au fond de la nuit lui paraissent encore plus clairs
il laisse échapper une dernière larme
pourtant malgré lui il chante
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Puissance de la musique qui fait d'un acte banal
à un coup de baguette magique un geste magistral
Le regard qu'elle jette sur lui est plein de certitude
il a oublié ce qu'il était il va quitter le sud
La vie lui paraît menaçante tout comme une nuit de l'Amérique
il a envie de s'accrocher encore au golfe de Sorrente
C'est peut-être la vie qui veut fuir
il n'entend plus que la musique
il ferme les yeux comme un enfant
sans s'interroger il chante
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Woensdag 17 april 1974
Flor De Un Día (Luis Eduardo Aute)
Flor De Un Día
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Como llegó
pasó
con la premura de quien huye
de un mal que todo lo destruye
un implacable mal
mucho peor que el más terrible
criminal
Y huye, huye
del paso del tiempo el amor
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Al recordar
el mar
un espejismo de esqueletos
desvela todos sus secretos
sólo veo volar
un batallón de buitres vigilando
el mar
Y huye, huye
del pájaro la libertad
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Para vivir
morir es algo más que su contrario
es su perfecto corolario
su dimensión fatal
la eternidad que va acercándose al
final
Y huye, huye
del corazón su palpitar
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Dinsdag 16 april 1974
The Duke Regains His Chops
The Duke Regains His Chops
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa
And you'll be my Duchess
My Duchess of Prunes
I'm looking 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 *(New Cheese!)*
Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If they are a fresh Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
Know no cheese
*(Chunka, chunka cheeky chunka)*
*(Chunka, cheesy, stinky chunka)*
And they just lie there
Taller and sickening and it just... I don't know (Lo)
And I know, I think
The love I have for you will never end (well, maybe)
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong
A prune that is true
(This is the exciting part
This is like the Supremes
see the way it builds up?
Feel it?)
(Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby)
(My Prune is yours, my love
My cheese for you, savings through and through
My baby I do
My baby I do
My baby Prunes
My baby Prunes
I love you
I love you
O baby prunes
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat)
Dinsdag 16 april 1974
Carthage
Carthage
Composer(s): Etienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Elle a les yeux couleur d'ardoise
Le teint clair obscur du lilas
Mon étrange Carthaginoise
Plus belle que la Reine de Saba
Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras
Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie
ne viendrait pas ...
Toutes les capitales de l'Europe
Se rendraient bientôt sans combat
Devant sa beauté triomphante
Si seulement elle étati là
Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras
Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie ne viendrait pas ...
Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome
Moi je tomberais dans tes bras
Moi je tomberais dans tes bras...
Dinsdag 16 april 1974
Flor De Ceniza
