Zaterdag 15 februari 1975
Change In The Weather
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Change In The Weather
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: John Fogerty - 1986
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Zaterdag 15 februari 1975
Froggie Went A-Courtin'
Froggie Went A-Courtin'
(Traditional)
Composer(s): Bob Dylan;
and various other artists
Frog went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
Frog went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
Frog went a courtin' and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door
Gave three loud raps, and a very big roar, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Said Miss Mouse, are you within, uh-huh
Said Miss Mouse, are you within, uh-huh
Said Miss Mouse, are you within
Miss Mousie said, I sit and spin, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Took Miss Mousie on his knee, uh-huh
Took Miss Mousie on his knee, uh-huh
Took Miss Mousie on his knee,
Said Miss Mousie, will you marry me, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-huh
Without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-huh
Without my Uncle Rat's consent,
I wouldn't marry the President, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides, uh-huh
Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides, uh-huh
Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides
To think his niece would be a bride, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uncle Rat went running downtown, uh-huh
Uncle Rat went running downtown, uh-huh
Uncle Rat went running downtown
To buy his niece a wedding gown, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be
Way down yonder in the hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
What shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
What shall the wedding supper be, uh-huh
What shall the wedding supper be
Fried mosquito and a black-eyed pea, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
First to come in was a flyin' moth, uh-huh
First to come in was a flyin' moth, uh-huh
First to come in was a flyin' moth
She layed out the table cloth, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was a juney bug, uh-huh
Next to come in was a juney bug, uh-huh
Next to come in was a juney bug
She brought in the water jug, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was a bumbly bee, uh-huh
Next to come in was a bumbly bee, uh-huh
Next to come in was a bumbly bee
Sat mosquito on his knee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was a broken back flea, uh-huh
Next to come in was a broken back flea, uh-huh
Next to come in was a broken back flea
Danced a jig with the bumbly bee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, uh-huh
Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, uh-huh
Next to come in was Mrs. Cow
She tried to dance but she didn't know how, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh
Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh
Next to come in was a little black tick
She ate so much it made her sick, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was the big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was the big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was the big black snake
Ate up all of the wedding cake, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
Next to come in was the old gray cat
Swallowed the mouse and ate up the rat, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke, uh-huh
Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke, uh-huh
Mr.Frog went a-hoppin up over the brooke
A lily white dove came and swallowed him up, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh-huh
Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh-huh
Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf
If you want anymore you can sing it yourself, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Vrijdag 14 februari 1975
The Kissin' Game
The Kissin' Game
Composer(s): Jerry Vance - Terry Phillips
Performer(s): Dion
Every kiss I ever kissed you
Darlin', came from my heart
But your love was just a play
And the things I heard you say were all a part...
Of the kissin' game
The kissin' game
Yeah, the game, Baby
Where you just played at love
Oh, you never really loved me
Though you kissed me each night
You were lookin' for some fun
And I guess just anyone to hold you tight
In the kissin' game
Umm, the kissin' game
Get out of the game, Baby
Where you just played at love
Don't you know you shouldn't go with some guy
Just because he looks good to the crowd
Use his love for a steppin' stone
Baby, don't feel proud
Because some day you're gonna cry
When you meet someone who
Will pour water on your flame
And play the kissin' game, umm, with you
Don't you know you shouldn't go with someone
Just because he looks good to the crowd
Use his love for a steppin' stone
Baby, now don't you feel proud
He'll pour water on your flame
And play the kissin' game with you
Will pour water on your flame
And play the kissin' game with you
Ah, that kissin' game
The kissin' game
Ah, that kissin' game
That Kissin' game
Ah, that kissin' game
Oh, that kissin' game
That kissin'...
Vrijdag 14 februari 1975
Change In Louise
Change In Louise
Composer(s): Joe Cocker - Chris Stainton
First release by: Joe Cocker - 1969
Still taking pictures of people at rest
smiling at men who are never impressed
always working hard down on bended knee
who else but me can see the change in Louise?
Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
I'll take you any place you wanna go, (yes I will)
Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
and I'll show you all the things you want to know (if I can)
Livng her life at a speed all her own
talking to people where ever she goes
always working hard she won't disagree
who else but me can see the change in Louise?
Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
I'll take you any place you wanna go, (yes I will)
Ride Louise, ride (yeah) let me be your guide
and I'll show you all the things you want to know (if I can)
Vrijdag 14 februari 1975
Frogg
Frogg
Composer(s): Bob Flick;
Dick Foley; Mike Kirkland; John Paine
Performer(s): The Brothers Four
Spoken:
This is a story about a hip frog
And we're gonna pick up on it now and
he's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'
You'll be able to tell right away that he's a big mover
Singing:
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go
To the Coconut Grove for the midnight show, un-huh un-huh un-huh
Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo
(spoken: he knew it all the time)
Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo
Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl
He thought he'd give this chick a whirl, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo
He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh
(spoken: the direct approach)
He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh
When he got up to Mollie Mouse's side
He whispered "Mollie will you be my bride?" un-huh un-huh un-huh
Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh
(spoken: her uncle wrestles on TV)
Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh
Not without my Uncle Rat's consent
I wouldn't marry the President, uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, farewell"
"That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye"
"That's it, Clyde, better hit the road"
"You ain't no frog you're a horned toad, farewell, goodbye, adios"
Farewell, goodbye, adios
(spoken: You know, I believe that, uh)
any more verses to this song would be anticlimactic
think we ought to end it
Farewell, goodbye, adios
(spoken: Hey, ain't you gonna let me finish up?)
Farewell, goodbye, adios
(spoken: Aw, shut up, I'm your leader)
(spoken: No, no hands, no hands)
(spoken: Auf Wiedersehen)
Farewell, goodbye, adios
Farewell, goodbye, adios
Donderdag 13 februari 1975
The Kiss Of Kathleen Turner
The Kiss Of Kathleen Turner
Composer(s): Rob Bolland - Ferdi Bolland - Falco
Performer(s): Falco
Train sounds and coughing I always take the 7:30 am train
Going to Brasil city
Well, at this hour of the day, I’m not too well humored
’cause life doesn’t show any pity
You’re always complaining ’bout yourself
And putting things down in the world
Just take a good look at Kathleen Turner
Now there’s one heck of a girl
I’ve been to hell and back but I’m alright Jack
Now I know what love is about
Under the seven moons
I made a solemn vow
I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now
I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now
Smack! in the middle
Female voice on telephone: hello?
Oh it’s me, I know it’s late
But I just had to call you
I’ll be over real soon
Male voice: Kathleen Kathleen
Is this a dream, or is it real
Is this really happening to me
Or is this just fantasy?
In this world there’s only one woman
Who can make my dreams my dreams come true
And that woman Kathleen
It’s you
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
He wants a kiss
Not just one, I want lots of kisses
He wants a kiss
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
He wants a kiss
Hallelujah, he’s in love
Hallelujah, glory, glory
Issos
Cannae
Katalaunische Felder
Mount greek
Austerlitz
Waterloo
Verdun
Stalingrad
Hiroshima
Nagasaki
Harrisburg
Brokdorf
Zwentendorf
Cattenom
Wackersdorf
Tschernobyl
Kathleen, can you hear me babe
Kathleen, do you know what I’m talking about
I’m just talking about
Not the first kiss of my life
I’m talking about... our planet
... Kathleen!
Donderdag 13 februari 1975
Change De Docteur
Change De Docteur
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Toi tu essaies comme les autres fous
D'arrêter le temps, de le briser d'un seul coup
Et tu plantes tes ongles aux pierres de sa vie
Il t'emporte avec lui
Au moment où tu penses être enfin le plus fort
C'est trop tard, tu dors
Alors tu rêves d'être le prêtre hindou
Qui encense le soir le ciel de Diên Biên Phu
Mais sa voix est trop grave
Mais tu as peur des croix
Qui terminent ses bras
Viens, change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
Change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
Qui coule au fond de toi
Alors tu prends des grains de sucre roux
Et tu deviens la star des flashs, des interviews
Mais tes mots sont trop hauts
Et les mecs des journaux
Ne les comprennent pas
Leurs crayons sont trop fins
Leur soleil est trop bas
Et tout se brise et tu tombes aux genoux
D'une horde de rats
Les princes des égouts
C'est leur chef qui le dit
Je peux sauver ta vie
Si tu couches avec moi
Viens, change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
Change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
Qui coule au fond de toi
Disons qu'un jour il n'y ait plus de tabous
Qu'il n'y ait plus d'interdits
Ni de prêtres jaloux
Juste un grain dans la foule
Une pierre qui roule
Et tout le monde s'en fout
Viens, change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça
Change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
Qui coule au fond de toi
Viens, change de docteur
Viens, j'en connais un meilleur
Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi
Qui coule au fond de toi
Donderdag 13 februari 1975
Fritt Fram
Fritt Fram
Composer(s): Ola Magnell; Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Lill Lindfors
Du får höra lätta steg i din sovalkov
Och du säjer "förlåt, men se jag låg och sov"
Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Du försöker vara vänlig, tuff ändå
Men han gör ingen min av att vilja gå
Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Du har sett så många misstag och svikna hopp
Och hur svårt det kan vara att säja stopp
Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst
När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Valentino går iväg innan natten flyr
Till en vänare nymf och nya äventyr
Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus
Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Fy skam, ibland är det synd
När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen
Fy skam, ibland är det synd
När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen
Woensdag 12 februari 1975
The King's New Clothes
The King's New Clothes
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Danny Kaye
and multiple other artists
This is the story of the King's new clothes
Now there was once a king who was absolutely insane about new clothes
and one day, two swindlers came to sell him what they said was a magic suit of clothes
Now, they held up this particular garment and they said, "Your Majesty, this is a magic suit"
Well, the truth of the matter is, there was no suit there at all
But the swindlers were very smart, and they said
"Your Majesty, to a wise man this is a beautiful raiment but to a fool it is absolutely invisible"
Naturally, the King not wanting to appear a fool, said
"Isn't it grand! Isn't it fine! Look at the cut, the style, the line!
The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether
The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen
These eyes of mine at once determined
The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green
Somebody send for the Queen"
Well they sent for the Queen and they quickly explained to her about the magic
suit of clothes. And naturally, the Queen not wanting to appear a fool, said
"Well, isn't it oh! Isn't it rich! Look at the charm of every stitch!
The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether
The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen
These eyes of mine at once determined
The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green
Summon the court to convene"
Well the court convened, and you never saw in your life as many people as were at that court
All the ambassadors, the dukes, the earls, the counts, it was just packed with people
and they were all told about the magic suit of clothes
And after they were told they naturally didn't want to appear fools and they said
"Isn't it ohhh! Isn't it ahhh! Isn't it absolutely wheee!
The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether, it's altogether
The most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made
Now quickly, put it altogether
With gloves of leather and hat and feather
It's altogether the thing to wear in Saturday's parade
Leading the royal brigade"
Now Saturday came and the streets were just lined with thousands and thousands and thousands of people
And they all were cheering as the artillery came by, the infantry marched by, the cavalry galloped by
And everybody was cheering like mad, except one little boy
You see, he hadn't heard about the magic suit and didn't know what he was supposed to see
Well, as the King came by the little boy looked and, horrified, said
"Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the King, the King, the King!
The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether
He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born
The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether
It's altogether the very least the King has ever worn"
Summon the court physician! Call an intermission! His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scorn
The King is in the altogether, but all together, the altogether
He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born
And it's altogether too chilly a morn!
Woensdag 12 februari 1975
Chandernagor
Chandernagor
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Elle avait elle avait
Un Chandernagor de classe
Elle avait elle avait
Un Chandernagor râblé
Pour moi seul pour moi seul
Elle découvrait ses cachemires
Ses jardins ses beau quartiers
Enfin son Chandernagor
Pas question
Dans ces conditions
D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait
Deux Yanaon de cocagne
Elle avait elle avait
Deux Yanaon ronds et frais
Et moi seul et moi seul
M'aventurais dans sa brousse
Ses vallées ses vallons
Ses collines de Yanaon
Pas question
Dans ces conditions
D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait
Le Karikal difficile
Elle avait elle avait
Le Karikal mal luné
Mais la nuit j'atteignais
Son nirvana à heure fixe
Et cela en dépit
De son fichu Karikal
Pas question
Dans ces conditions
D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait
Un petit Mahé fragile
Elle avait elle avait
Un petit Mahé secret
Mais je dus à la mousson
Eteindre mes feux de Bengale
M'arracher m'arracher
Aux délices de Mahé
Pas question
Dans ces conditions
De faire long feu dans les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait
Le Pondichéry facile
Elle avait elle avait
Le Pondichéry accueillant
Aussitôt aussitôt
C'est à un nouveau touriste
Qu'elle fit voir son comptoir
Sa flore sa géographie
Pas question
Dans ces conditions
De revoir un jour les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Woensdag 12 februari 1975
Frim Fram Sauce
Frim Fram Sauce
Composer(s): Joe Ricardel; Redd Evans
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
I don't want French fried potatoes
Red ripe tomatoes
I'm never satisfied
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken
My appetite inside
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side
Now a person's really got to eat
And a person should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side
A person's really got to eat
And a person should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side
(I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
with cha fafa, cha fafa, cha fafa, on the side
P-leazzze!)
Nat's ending (no melody):
Now if you don't have it, just bring me a check for the water
Dinsdag 11 februari 1975
The Kingdom
The Kingdom
Performer(s): Milow
Where I'm from there are no mountains
And time is standing still
Where I'm from there's barely space left
Still they're running up a hill
Where I'm from they don't like changes
Even if alarm bells ring
Where I'm from they have a princess
Where I'm from they have a king
Where I'm from they don't like dreamers
They are told to shut their mouth
Where I'm from they're divided
Between the North and the South
Where I'm from it's like a long night
That never turns to day
Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling
Where I'm from they've lost the way
Sing it loud today
Sing it loud today
I'm singing it loud today
I am the one that got away
Where I'm from they just keep rooted
Heads are always hanging low
Where I'm from the Congo River
Never got nowhere to go
Where I'm from words are repeated
But they never really rhyme
Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling
Where I'm from they're losing time
Where I'm from there's a lack of heroes
Both in politics and song
Where I'm from the more they fix it
The faster everything goes wrong
Where I'm from I still remember
So I will sing it every day
That this kingdom is still my kingdom
It's encoded in my DNA
Dinsdag 11 februari 1975
Chandelle
Chandelle
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Elle, elle sort tout droit d'une aquarelle
Avec ses dentelles d'autrefois
Elle est belle comme un chemin de croix
Elle, les enfants l'appellent Chandelle
Parce qu'elle tremble à chaque pas
Mais le prisonnier c'est moi
Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent
Et se serrent sans bruit
Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
Je suis le premier qui l'appelle
Le premier qui lui ouvre les bras
Comme si chez nous elle n'existait pas
Et d'elle, je reçois quelques nouvelles
Par les oiseaux qu'elle m'envoie
Je suis loin, mais ne t'inquiète pas
Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent
Et se serrent sans bruit
Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi
Mais chacun de ses silences est mortel
Chacun de ses mots de porte au ciel
Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois
Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi
Toi qui cours pour que ton corps soit transparent
Toi qui pleures que la vie te prend tout ton temps,
Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois
Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi
Chandelle, c'est ma chanson pour toi
Ma chanson pour toi
Chandelle, c'est toujours le soir de Noël
Quand elle revient vers chez moi
Et même je ne suis pas sûr qu'il ait fait nuit
Entre hier et aujourd'hui
Dinsdag 11 februari 1975
Fritiof Och Carmencita
Fritiof Och Carmencita
Composer(s): Sven-Bertil Taube
Samborombon, en liten by förutan gata
den ligger inte långt från Rio de la Plata
nästan i kanten av den blåa Atlanten
och med Pampas bakom sig många hundra gröna mil
dit kom jag ridande en afton i april
för jag ville dansa tango
Dragspel, fiol och mandolin
hördes från krogen och i salen steg jag in
där på bänken i mantilj och med en ros vid sin barm
satt den bedårande lilla Carmencita
Mamman, värdinnan satt i vrån
hon tog mitt ridspö, min pistol och min manton
Jag bjöd upp och Carmencita sa
'Si gracias señor
Vamos á bailár este tango'
Carmencita lilla vän, håller du utav mig än?
Får jag tala med din pappa och din mamma
jag vill gifta mig med dig, Carmencita!
Nej, don Fritiof Andersson
kom ej till Samborombon
om ni hyser andra planer när det gäller mig
än att dansa tango
Ack, Carmencita gör mig inte så besviken
jag tänker skaffa mig ett jobb här i butiken
sköta mig noga, bara spara och knoga
inte spela och dricka, men bara älska dig
Säg, Carmencita, det är ändå blott med mig
säg, som du vill dansa tango
Nej Fritiof, ni förstår musik
men jag tror inte ni kan stå i en butik
och förresten sa min pappa just idag att han visste
vem som snart skulle fria till hans dotter
En som har tjugotusen kor
och en estancia som är förfärligt stor
Han har prisbelönta tjurar
han har oxar, kor och svin
och han dansar underbar tango
Carmencita, lilla vän, akta dig för rika män!
Lyckan den bor ej i oxar eller kor
och den kan heller inte köpas för pengar
Men min kärlek gör dig rik
skaffa mig ett jobb i er butik
Och när vi blir gifta söta ungar skall vi få, som kan dansa tango
Maandag 10 februari 1975
King Of Hollywood
King Of Hollywood
Composer(s): Don Henley - Glenn Frey
Performer(s): Eagles
Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet
When he thinks he wants a closer look
he gets out his little black telephone book
(He's calling, calling, calling
He's calling, calling, calling
He's calling ,calling, calling
He's calling)
"Come sit down here beside me, honey
Let's have a little heart to heart
Now look at me and tell me, darlin'
how badly do you want this part?
Are you willing to sacrifice?
And are you willing to be real nice?
All your talent and my good taste
I'd hate to see it go to waste"
"We gon' get you an apartment, honey
We gon' get you a car
Yeah, we're gonna take care of you, darlin'
We gon' make you a movie star
For years I've seen 'em come and go"
He says, "I've had 'em all, 'ya know
I handled everything in my own way
I made 'em what they are today"
After 'while nothin' was pretty
After 'while everything got lost
Still, his Jacuzzi runneth over
Still he just couldn't get off
He's just another power junky
Just another silk scarf monkey
You'd know it if you saw his stuff
The man just isn't big enough
Maandag 10 februari 1975
Chandelier Of Stars
Chandelier Of Stars
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson
When m' travellin' days are done
Will you still be with me?
When all the songs have been sung
Standin' right beside me
Watchin' the grandkids grow
I've got everything but nothing without you
I've got mountains, I've got rivers
I've got a chandelier of stars
Got blossoms on the Bloodwoods
Friends all 'round the country
And a heart as good as new
I've got everything but nothing without you
Too much time for thinking
It's gonna drive me mad
I walk along the river
I watch a motel movie
But lovers make me sad
I've got everything but nothing without you
So when this life that binds me
Turns me loose
Lets me rest on m' laurels
Will you put y' head on m' shoulder
And share the peaceful years
I've got everything but nothing without you
Maandag 10 februari 1975
Friggin' In The Riggin'
Friggin' In The Riggin'
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols; Showcase Showdown
There was a bunch of roadies
And this here is their story
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The captains name is Rick
Whose "Bozo-do" is slick
He really thinks he knows it all
He's just a Jersey hick
Wanking, cranking, Georgie
He always finds an orgy
He rubs his balls and picks his nose
He's horny Georgie porgie
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The kind of sleaze is Ring
Polaroid's his thing
He whipped it out, her teeth fell out
And now it's in a sling
From LA we have Troy
His fetish is Playboy
A smelly trout, he'll eat it out
Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
John Tempesta is The Joker
The Adams apple choker
Sandra Bernhard is his twin
He'd probably even poke her
The B-boy was John Rooney
He was a fuckin' loony
He does a rap, he thinks he's black
He's soft like Gerry Cooney
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
Yo my name is Bill
Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh
Smoke ten packs and use my plaque
Duh, with my breath I'll kill
Thursby is the lard ass
The monitors are his task
The sound they made when the band played
Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The photobug is Ambo
He'll fill up any hairy hole
We'll blindfold you with dental floss
You burnt out fuckin' bimbo
The bottom line is Z
Oh please don't sit on me
Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt
You 1960's hippie!
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
This here was the story
About our fuckin' roadies
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
Zondag 9 februari 1975
King Of Clowns
King Of Clowns
((French & German Versions: Je L'attends (Dalida); Hello Boy (Dalida))
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Here I come, the king of clowns
As I hide behind this smile and paint the town
Though I cry since you're gone
You'll never know because the show must go on
I've been sad (I've been sad) I've been blue (I've been blue)
Ever since the day that you found someone new (someone new)
I pretend but you can't tell
With my broken heart I play my part so well
Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns
As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down
I make believe with a smile
But the king of clowns is crying all the while
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Here comes the king of clowns
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Here comes the king of clowns
There are tears (there are tears) you'll never see (never see)
No you'll never see my tears and pity me (pity me)
Though I'm hurt, still I'm proud
Always laughing as I walk among the crowd
Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns
As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down
I make believe with a smile
But the king of clowns is crying all the while
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Here comes the king of clowns
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Here comes the king of clowns
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo
Here comes the king of clowns...
Zondag 9 februari 1975
'Chand D'habits
'Chand D'habits
Composer(s): Emil Stern - R. Alfred
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Orch. Emil Stern
Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits
N'as-tu pas trouvé
Parmi le lot de mes vieilles défroques
Que, ce matin, je te vendis à regret
'Chand d'habits, parmi elles
N'as-tu trouvé, tout en loques
Triste, lamentable, déchiré
Un douloureux cœur abandonné?
Rends-moi, je t'en prie, mon ami
Cette chose meurtrie...
C'est mon pauvre cœur... j'en ai besoin...
Crois-tu, mon vieux, que c'est bête!
Quand tu est venu à mon appel
Faire l'emplette
Je croyais bien n'y pas tenir autant...
Quand tu partis chargé de ton triste fardeau
Tout mon passé suivit, et je pleure...
Je pleure mes soucis, mon enfance
Mes chers amours qui ne sont plus que souvenance...
Rends-moi mon pauvre cœur
Triste objet périmé...
Revends-moi la joie qui m'a quittée...
Dis! 'chand d'habits!...
Cette pauvre chose, c'était pour l'oubli...
C'est toute ma vie...
Oui...
Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits
Parmi mes défroques
N'as-tu pas trouvé mon pauvre cœur en loques? ...
Zondag 9 februari 1975
Friendship Train
