Dinsdag 17 december 1974
C'était Hier
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C'était Hier
Composer(s): Alain Goraguer - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
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Dinsdag 17 december 1974
Freedom For The World
Freedom For The World
Composer(s): Paul Anka; Jack White
Performer(s): Paul Anka; David Hasselhoff
Look at the madness
The faces of sadness
The people who try to survive
Why is it so
The children are wondering why
We've broken the promise
The truth is upon us
Somehow we're living a lie
And why don't we start
The start being smart, you and I
Just look around, what do you see
Is this the way we want it to be
I can't believe the
way we carry on, are
we wrong
Ev'rybody all over the world
We've got to get along
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone
Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Look at tomorrow
Think of the sorrow
Think of price we'll pay
Look to your heart
And love will lead the way
People are praying
People are saying
How long can this go on
It just isn't right
To fight for the right to belong
Ev'rybody all over the world
Raise your voices in song
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone
Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody wants freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We got to have some freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody needs it for the world
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody said you got you
got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We've got to have it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
For you and me
And freedom for the world
Ev'rybody wants it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Talking 'bout freedom
for the world
Freedom for you and me
Maandag 16 december 1974
The Howler
The Howler
Composer(s): Adrian Belew - King Crimson
Performer(s): King Crimson
Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
With cigarette coiled
To stike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire
Here is the sacred face of rendevous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire...
No, no, not me
Burn, I don't wanna burn...
Maandag 16 december 1974
C'était Bien
C'était Bien ((aka Le P'tit Bal Perdu (André Bourvil) - 1960)
Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor
First release by: André Bourvil - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
C'était tout juste après la guerre
Dans un petit bal qu'avait souffert
Sur une piste de misère
Y'en avait deux, à découvert
Parmi les gravats ils dansaient
Dans ce petit bal qui s'appelait...
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant d'insouciance
Dans leurs gestes émus
Alors quelle importance
Le nom du bal perdu?
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'ils étaient heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien...
Ils buvaient dans le même verre
Toujours sans se quitter des yeux
Ils faisaient la même prière
D'être toujours, toujours heureux
Parmi les gravats ils souriaient
Dans ce petit bal qui s'appelait...
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant d'insouciance
Dans leurs gestes émus
Alors quelle importance
Le nom du bal perdu?
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'ils étaient heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien...
Et puis quand l'accordéoniste
S'est arrêté, ils sont partis
Le soir tombait dessus la piste
Sur les gravats et sur ma vie
Il était redevenu tout triste
Ce petit bal qui s'appelait
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant de lumière
Avec eux dans la rue
Alors la belle affaire
Le nom du bal perdu
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'on était heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien
Maandag 16 december 1974
Freedom Come, Freedom Go
Freedom Come, Freedom Go
Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway;
Albert Hammond; Michael Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Fortunes;
The Nils; Saragossa Band
Freedom come
Freedom go
tell me yes
and then she tells me no
freedom never stay long
freedom moving along
freedom want
freedom stay
freedom love
and then she flies away
freedem never stay long
freedom moving along.
Daddy is a doctor
mother is a debutante
pillars of society
living in a mansion
somewhere in the country
and another in Chelsea
freedom is a rich girl
daddie's little sweet girl
pretty as a sunny day
freedom never does do what
she doesn't want
to freedom never has to pay
freedom come...
Freedom is her name
and freedom is her nature
running all around the town
ev'rybody wants to
and ev'rybody tries to
but nobody can hold her down
freedom is so kind
and freedom is so gentle
freedom is a happy day
freedom what would you do
if I say love you
freedom would you
run away
freedom come...
Da da da da da da (Freedom)
Da da da da da (Freedom)
Da da da da da da da
moving along
da la la la la la
moving right on along
da da da.....
Zondag 15 december 1974
The House That Jack Built
The House That Jack Built
Composer(s): Bob Lance - Fran Robbins
First release by: Thelma Jones - 1968
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!
This was the land that he worked by hand
The was the dream of an upright man
This was the room that was filled with love
This was a love that I was proud of
This was a life of a love I planned
Of a love and a life we loved
Of the house that Jack built
Remember this house!
There was the fence that held our love
There was the gate that he walked out of
This is the heart that is turned to stone
This was the house, but it ain't no home
This is the love that I once had
In a dream that I thought was love
This is the house that Jack built
I'm gonn' remember this house!
Oh-ohh wha-a-at's the use of crying?
Because I brought it on myself
There's no denying
But it see-e-ee-ems awful funny
That I didn't understand
Was it a house of an upright man
Up on the hill
There's a big plan still
In the house that Jack built
Listen!
I got the house
I got the car
I got the rug
And I got the rack
But I ain't got Jack
And I want my Jack back!
I turned my back on Jack
He said he wasn't coming back
I turned my back on Jack
he said he wasn't coming back
Ohhh, Jack
Ohh! Come on back
Ohh Jack
Oh come on back
He wanted to use me
I didn't understand
I said, I want my upright man
Zondag 15 december 1974
Cet Homme Que Voilà
Cet Homme Que Voilà
Composer(s): Richard Cocciante - Marco Luberti
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Tu vas t'asseoir ici
Et tu vas m'écouter
La femme que j'aimais
Tu me l'as fait quitter
Et je suis devenu
Cet homme que voilà
Et te voilà perdu
Eperdu de remords
Pour n'avoir jamais su
Résister à ton corps
Tu ne le verras plus
Cet homme que voilà
Je vais laisser la place
Je plains mon successeur
Un jour quoi que tu fasses
Tu feras son malheur
Tu te rappelleras
Cet homme que voilà
Je connais ton programme
Je vois ton avenir
D'autres mains te réclament
Que tu vas faire souffrir
Tes jolis yeux sans âme
Me dégouttent à vomir
Va détruire le bonheur
Fait ton travail sur Terre
Va faire couler des pleurs
Va déclencher des guerres
Ton joli corps sans cœur
Va le vendre aux enchères
N'attends pas trop longtemps
Les rides n'attendent pas
Ce soir je voudrais tant
Que ton dernier contrat
Que ton dernier client
Soit l'homme que voilà
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na...
Que ton dernier contrat
Que ton dernier client
Soit l'homme que voilà...
Zondag 15 december 1974
Freedom (Richie Havens)
Freedom
Composer(s): Richie Havens
Performer(s): Richie Havens
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Hey…yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
When I need my brother…brother
When I need my mother…mother
Hey … yeah … etc.
Zaterdag 14 december 1974
The House Song
The House Song
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Bannard
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary
and multiple other artists
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good for you
Take the grand look now the fire is burning
Is that your reflection on the wall?
I can show you this room and some others
If you came to see the house at all
Careful up the stairs, a few are missing
I haven't had the time to make repairs
First step is the hardest one to master
Last one I'm not really sure is there
This room here once had childish laughter
And I come back to hear it now and again
I can't say that I'm certain what you're after
But in this room, a part of you will remain
Second floor, the lady sleeps in waiting
Past the lantern, tiptoe in its glance
In the room the soft brown arms of shadow
This room the hardest one to pass
How much will you pay to live in the attic?
The shavings off your mind are the only rent
I left some would there if you thought you couldn't
Or if the shouldn't that you've bought has been spent
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good for me if it's been good for you
Zaterdag 14 december 1974
Cet Anneau D'or
Cet Anneau D'or
Composer(s): P. Carrel - Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant
Performer(s): Georges Guétary
Cet anneau d'or
Que je pourrai bientôt mettre à ton doigt
Cet anneau d'or
Dira au monde entier que tu es à moi
Et que nous deux devant Dieu et les hommes
On s'est juré un éternel amour
Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux jusqu'à la fin du monde
Enchaînera nos cœurs d'une joie vagabonde
Et tu seras pour moi encore plus belle
Quand tu auras cet anneau d'or au doigt!
Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux sera la douce chaîne
Qui restera toujours dans ta main et la mienne
Il suffira pour qu'on oublie nos peines
De voir briller ce petit anneau d'or
Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux jusqu'à la fin du monde
Enchaînera nos cœurs d'une joie vagabonde
Et tu seras pour moi encore plus belle
Quand tu auras cet anneau d'or au doigt!
Zaterdag 14 december 1974
Freedom (Paul McCartney)
Freedom
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Paul McCartney
This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom
Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
Anyone tries to take it away
They'll have to answer
'Cause this is my right
I'm talkin' about freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
Everybody talkin' 'bout freedom
We're talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
Vrijdag 13 december 1974
House Of Singing Bamboo
House Of Singing Bamboo
Composer(s): Arthur Freed - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; Adolph Deutsch; Guy Mitchell
Got a place in the sun
A particular one
On a tropical avenue
Far away from it all
That I happily call
The house of singing bamboo
On the windier days
Seems an orchestra plays
On a musical breeze for you
Like a merry salute
From a heavenly flute
To the house of singing bamboo
So here I'll stay, nevermore to roam
From my new old-fashioned South Sea home
You don't have to count sheep
That's for "Little Bo Peep"
You can sleep till the sun peeks through
You can dream any dream
For you know that your dreams come true
When you live in a house
In a house of singing bamboo
Vrijdag 13 december 1974
Cet Air-Là
Cet Air-Là
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Alain Goraguer
Performer(s): France Gall; April March
Quand ils sont longs les jours de pluie
Quand je suis seule quand je m'ennuie
Que dans un rythme monotone
Au fond de moi ton nom résonne
Il me reste cet air-là
Qui vient me parler de toi
Car en chantant cet air-là
Je ne peux penser qu'à toi
Lorsque tour à tour dans ma vie
Que je n't'ai pas vu de la semaine
Que je dis comme une litanie
À mon oreiller que je t'aime
Il me reste cet air-là
Qui vient me parler de toi
Car en chantant cet air-là
Je ne peux penser qu'à toi
Sur le triste quai d'une gare
Si un jour la vie nous sépare
Ou que ton cœur change de route
Moi j'aurai le mien en déroute
Il restera cet air-là
À jamais au fond de moi
Car pour toujours cet air-là
Parlera de toi et moi
Il restera cet air-là
À jamais au fond de moi
Et je sais que cet air-là
Te ramènera vers moi
Vrijdag 13 december 1974
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman
Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker & Jeff East
Tom and Huck:
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land
Got no doors to shut us in
We got no ties that bind
Rollin' down the road to sin
Without no never mind
Huck:
Like a big fat cow
A-chewin' on her cud
Tom:
Like a cat fish grubbin'
In the bottom of the mud
Huck:
We're happy as a coot
And we don't give a hoot
Tom and Huck:
Ain't we fine?
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land
Nobody's tellin' us when to rise
Or when to sleep or eat
Nobody's here to criticize
Or whack us on the seat
Like a hog in the slime
We're wallerin' our time
Doin' what we're doin'
And it ain't no crime
We don't give a dang
Let the world go hang
Ain't life sweet?
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land
We're thick as thieves
And tough as mules
We don't know wrong from right
Got no bounds
Got no rules
We don't know day from night
We got no worries
We just don't care
Mean as a buzzard
And hungry as a bear
Better steer clear
And you better beware
We may bite!
Donderdag 12 december 1974
The House Is Haunted (By The Echo Of Your Last Goodbye)
The House Is Haunted (By The Echo Of Your Last Goodbye)
Composer(s): Billy Rose - Basil Adlam
Performer(s): Mel Tormé
and multiple other artists
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted by the mem'ries that refuse to die
I can't get away from a vision that brings
Intimate glimpses of intimate things
A voice in my heart like a torch singer sings
I wonder who's kissing her now?
The house is haunted by the echo of your fav'rite song
The place is cluttered up with mem'ries that have lived too long
Much too long
The ceiling is white, but the shadows are black
The ghost in my heart says she'll never come back
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
I'll never forget you, I'll never forget you
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
Donderdag 12 december 1974
C'est What?
C'est What?
Composer(s): Rick Davies
Performer(s): Supertramp
Yes I've been waiting
Waiting patiently and waiting
Well if you ever feeling sorry
So sorry for yourself
And they tell you not to worry
Just leave your problems on the shelf
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
That's what they tell you
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Day and night
You're on the inside looking outside
Wishing you were somewhere else
But you sit back with reservations
As you count up all your unearned wealth
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Ah they're sayin' it again
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
You know it and I know it too
Well let me tell you a story
Like the ones I used to know
'Bout love and all its glory
Well I'm sorry but it just ain't so
It took a long time just to get even
If you know just what I mean
So let's call it even Steven
In the land of broken dreams
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Ah they're at it again
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Every day and every night
I can't take it anymore
Gonna get it, don't sweat it
Don't apologize, it's all around you
Gonna get it, don't sweat it
Don't apologize, it's all around you
You may never be all that you wanna be
Deep down inside you, you know it will never be
No bed of roses or walk down the avenue
Culturally, socially, people walk over you
Get with the program and make with the attitude
Life is a dream if you face it my friend
Hey Hey
Donderdag 12 december 1974
Free Bird
Free Bird
Composer(s): Allen Collins; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can't change
Bye, bye, it's been a sweet love
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don't take it badly
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame
But, if I stayed here with you girl
Things just couldn't be the same
Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you'll never change
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can't change
Lord help me, I can't change
Woensdag 11 december 1974
You Are My Heart's Delight
You Are My Heart's Delight ((aka My Heart Is Yours Alone (Richard Tauber) - 1931))
((German Version: Dein ist mein ganzes Herz (Richard Tauber) - 1929))
Composer(s): Franz Lehár - Harry Graham
Performer(s): Richard Tauber - 1931
and multiple other artists
You are my heart’s delight
And where you are, I long to be
You make my darkness bright
When like a star you shine on me
Shine, then, my whole life through
Your life divine bids me hope anew
That dreams of mine may at last come true
And I shall hear you whisper, “I love you”
In dreams when night is falling
I seem to hear you calling
For you have cast a net around me
And ‘neath a magic spell hath bound me
Yours, yours alone
A wondrous air is your beautiful hair
Bright as a summer sky is the night in your eyes
Soft as a sparkling star is the warmth of my love
You are my heart’s delight
And where you are, I long to be
You make my darkness bright
When like a star you shine on me
Shine, then, my whole life through
Your life divine bids me hope anew
That dreams of mine may at last come true
And I shall hear you whisper, “I love you”
Woensdag 11 december 1974
C'est Vrai
C'est Vrai
Composer(s): Casimir Oberfeld - Albert Willemetz
Performer(s): Mistinguett
Oui c'est moi me voila je m'ramène
J'ai vu London j'ai vu Turin
L'Autriche-Hongrie
Mais de Vienne il fallait que j'revienne
Car je n'peux pas moi je vous l'dis
M'passer de Paris
Ce Paris qui pourtant vous chine tant et tant
On dit que j'aime les aigrettes
Les plumes et les toilettes
C'est vrai
On dit que j'ai la voix qui traîne
En chantant mes rengaines
C'est vrai
Lorsque ça monte trop haut moi je m'arrête
Et d'ailleurs on n'est pas ici à l'Opéra
On dit que j'ai l'nez en trompette
Mais j'serais pas Mistinguett
Si j'étais pas comme ça
Que c'est bon quand on vient d'Amsterdam
Et qu'on a vu pendant des mois des tas d'pays
De retrouver le macadam de Paname
Ses autobus et son métro et ses taxis
Paris et ses boulevards avec tous ses bobards
On dit que j'ai de grandes quenottes
Que je n'ai que trois notes
C'est vrai
On dit que j'aime jouer les arpètes
Les marchandes de violettes
C'est vrai
Mais ne voulant pas chiper aux grandes coquettes
Leur dame aux camélias moi j'vends mes bégonias
On dit que j'ai de belles gambettes
Mais j'serais pas Mistinguett
Si j'étais pas comme ça
On dit quand je fais mes emplettes
Que j'paye pas c'que j'achète
C'est vrai
On dit partout et l'on répète
Que j'lâche pas mes pépettes
C'est vrai
Mais si elle faisait comme moi pour sa galette
Marianne n'aurait pas un budget aussi bas
Et si l'on mettait à la tête des finances Mistinguett
On en serait pas là!
Woensdag 11 december 1974
Free To Be ... You And Me
