Donderdag 20 maart 1975
Chanson Pour Mes Amis
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Chanson Pour Mes Amis
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
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Donderdag 20 maart 1975
Frozen Orange Juice
Frozen Orange Juice
Composer(s): Peter Sarstedt
Performer(s): Peter Sarstedt
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
On this fantastic day
We'll walk the sunny hills of Madrid
Laughing all the way
And if you feel you wanna run down the beach
A place that no one else has ever seen before
Well, I'll pick a flower from the road and
And place it in your heart
We will hold our breath together
We shall never part
You rescue me, I rescue you
You rescue me, I rescue you, yes I do
And you'll be the song, ahh
La la la la la...etc
And in the morning when we wake up
I'll be on my way
Echoes ringing in my head
of this fantastic day
You rescue me, I rescue you
You rescue me, I rescue you, yes I do
And you'll be the song, ahh
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice...etc.
Woensdag 19 maart 1975
The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
((French Version: La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll (Hugues Aufray) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face, for now's the time for your tears
Woensdag 19 maart 1975
The Last Ten Years (Superman)
The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Composer(s): Tommy Conners - D. Vincent Williams
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers
Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite a trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare with the panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostrodamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, mmmm
Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight, you see
An' I hate to say we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I Am
We even lost Superman, mmmm
Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years
In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison, John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris...
Woensdag 19 maart 1975
Chanson Pour Lily
Chanson Pour Lily
Composer(s): Michael Mallory
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Elle avait honte de m'aimer
Elle que l'on achetait
Lily, Lily
Elle ne savait pas pleurer
Quelque chose s'était brisé
Lily, Lily
Elle a découvert l'amour
Comme un enfant voit le jour
Lily, Lily
Je ne suis pas plus pur que toi
Je ne suis pas meilleur que toi
Et Marie-Madeleine aussi
A bien pu changer sa vie
Lily, Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Mon amour ma fille de rien
Toi tu m'as montré le chemin
Elle s'est perdue dans la nuit
Comme pour sauver ma vie
Lily, Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Woensdag 19 maart 1975
Fronteras
Fronteras
Composer(s): Domínguez; Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
No cuento más que fronteras
hacia cualquier dirección
Mi estrella fue de tercera
no mi sol
Mi cuerpo reta mil leyes
para cambiar de lugar
Mi sueño, rey entre reyes
echa a andar
Tengo un paraíso de fantasía
sin embargo prescindo del mundo en que vivo
Cada confín es un agravio a mi visión, mi verso, mi sangre
Fronteras de tierra
fronteras de mares
fronteras de arena
fronteras de aire
Fronteras de sexo
fronteras raciales
fronteras de sueños
y de realidades
Fronteras famosas
fronteras quemantes
fronteras de fastuosas
fronteras de hambre
Fronteras de oprobio
fronteras legales
fronteras de odio
fronteras infames
Mi país es pobre, mi piel mejunje
mi gobierno proscrito, mis huestes utópicas
Mi voz no cuenta en las campanas de información
por no ser globable
Fronteras de rejas
y de libertades
fronteras de bienes
que a veces son males
Lo mismo perpetuas
que provisionales
me envuelven fronteras
por todas mis partes
Dinsdag 18 maart 1975
The Last Shot
The Last Shot
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): Lou Reed
The last shot should have killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall
With my fall, fall, fall; fall, fall, fall
Gimme a double, give yourself one too
Gimme a short beer, and one for you, too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
Whiskey, Burbon, Vodka, Scotch
I don't care what it is you got
I just wanna know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit feeling good
See, this here's where I chipped my tooth
Shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a Quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot
Here's a toast to all that's good and
Here's a toast to hate
An' here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting
When I say I'm getting straight
When I say I'm getting straight
'Cause when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
Dinsdag 18 maart 1975
Chanson Pour L'Éthiopie
Chanson Pour L'Éthiopie
Performer(s): France Gall
Ils n'ont jamais vu la pluie
Ils ne savent même plus sourire
Il n'y a même plus de larmes
Dans leurs yeux si grands
Les enfants d'Éthiopie
Embarqués sur un navire
Qui n'a plus ni voiles, ni rames
Attendent le vent
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Mais à chaque enfant qui tombe
Qui meurt loin des yeux de l'Occident
Notre ciel devient plus sombre
Et notre avenir moins grand
Sur cette terre de sécheresse
Ne fleurissent que les tombes
Malgré toutes nos richesses
Leur soleil nous fait de l'ombre
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Donnons leurs des lendemains
En échange de rien
Donnons leur la vie
Seulement la vie
La vie
Chez nous la forêt succombe
Là bas, le désert avance
Plus vite que la colombe
Dans un ciel d'indifférence
Les enfants du Tiers-monde
N'ont que l'ombre d'une chance
Chaque jour, chaque seconde
Faisons taire le silence
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu
Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu
Rien qu'une chanson pour eux...
Dinsdag 18 maart 1975
Frontal Lobotomy Blues
Frontal Lobotomy Blues
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
Performer(s): Steven Fromholz
Well, there must be a potion, a lotion
A poultice that I could apply
A spell I could cast or a hex that would last
Or a pill I could buy
I've been to brujos in shacks, I've seen charlatan quacks
And I called on a wizard I knew
But the sorcerer said I'd be better off dead
Said, "There's nothin' we wizards can do"
So....
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Any old doctor will do
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you
I'm gonna get me a bottle in front of me
Any old whiskey will do
I'm gonna get me a bottle in front of me
Drink 'til the drinkin' and the thinkin' are through
'Cause thinkin' 'bout you is all that I do
I'm goin' crazy, Baby, thinkin' 'bout you
I talked to my preacher, my second grade teacher
And a prominent priest
Well, I consulted the eight-ball, a friend who's a shrink
And my aunt who's deceased
And I've been to Bombay, to the ashram to pray
And to sit with the holy Hindu
But the Baba just smiled, said, "God loves you my child
But there's nothin' we gurus can do"
So....
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Probably gonna take two
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Bibbity, bobbity, boo
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you
'Cause thinkin' 'bout you is all that I do
I'm goin' crazy, Baby, thinkin' 'bout you
Maandag 17 maart 1975
The Last Roundup
The Last Roundup
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and multiple other artists
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup
To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky
Where the strays are counted and branded there go I
I'm heading for the last roundup
I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup
There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A-riding in the last roundup
Maandag 17 maart 1975
Chanson Pour Les Demoiselles
Chanson Pour Les Demoiselles
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Je vous dois depuis l'école toutes mes folies
Des journées entières à rêver de vos paradis
Cette envie que j'ai de mourir dans vos bras
Pourquoi pas?
Deux ou trois chagrins qui traînent
Mais j'avoue que j'y pense à peine
Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
Je vous dois des nuits d'ivresse à chanter sous la pluie
Des matins pleins de tendresse et quelques insomnies
Ce besoin de vous qui ne me lâche pas
Pourquoi pas?
Et j'aurai le regret sans doute
De ne pas vous avoir eues toutes
Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Dansez, ne pensez qu'à ça
(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Dansez la vie n'attend que ça
Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra..
Maandag 17 maart 1975
From Us To You
From Us To You
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles
Da da da da da dum dum dum
Da da da da da dum dum dum
Da da da da da dum dum dum
If there's anything that you want
If there's anything we can do
Just call on us and we'll send it along
With love from us to you
To you
To you
To you
Zondag 16 maart 1975
The Last Ride
The Last Ride
Composer(s): Hank Snow - Ted Daffan
Performer(s): Hank Snow
and multiple other artists
In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron beast
While ten cars back in the murky dust
A boxcar door swung wide
And a hobo lifted his pal aboard
To start on his last long ride
A lantern swung and the freight pulled out
The engine, it gathered speed
The engineer pulled the throttle wide
And clucked to his fiery steed
Ten cars back in the empty box
The hobo rolled uphill
The flare of the match showed his partner's face
Stark white and deathly still
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still white form
His pal for many a year
For a mighty long time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a home
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern route
And the cops on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek
We drifted down thru sunny Cal
On the rails of that old S.P.
And of all you had, thru good and bad
A half always belonged to me
You made me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you cashed in
To take you back to the old church yard
And bury you there with your kin
You seemed to know I would keep my word
'Cause you said that I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight
I haven't the money to send you there
So, I'm takin' you back on the fly
It's the decent way for a 'bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a worn-out bum
As the train rolled over its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails ahead
While ten cars back in the empty box
A lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his last long ride
Zondag 16 maart 1975
Chanson Pour L'Auvergnat
Chanson Pour L'Auvergnat ((aka Merci Brimin Des Coups (Julos Beaucarne) - 1973))
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'Auvergnat qui sans façon
M'as donné quatre bouts de bois
Quand dans ma vie il faisait froid
Toi qui m'as donné du feu quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
M'avaient fermé la porte au nez
Ce n'était rien qu'un feu de bois
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un feu de joie
Toi l'Auvergnat quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel
Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'hôtesse qui sans façon
M'as donné quatre bouts de pain
Quand dans ma vie il faisait faim
Toi qui m'ouvris ta huche quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
S'amusaient à me voir jeûner
Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de pain
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un grand festin
Toi l'hôtesse quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel
Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'étranger qui sans façon
D'un air malheureux m'as souri
Lorsque les gendarmes m'ont pris
Toi qui n'as pas applaudi quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
Riaient de me voir emmener
Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de miel
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un grand soleil
Toi l'étranger quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel
Zondag 16 maart 1975
From Today
From Today
((French & Italian Versions: Désormais (Charles Aznavour); Oramai (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
From today I never more will say "I love you"
From today my road will take a different turning
So many chances are behind me
So many words I cannot mend
From today our journey to the stars is over
From today our castles in the air are burning
The dream that all began so sweetly
Has brought us to the bitter end
Chorus:
From today, never more will our
Song be sung, as it was when the world was young
And our love was new and splendid
From today, as the memories
Start to fade, all the miracles we have made
Are now ended, from today
From today I try to live without confusion
From today I try forgetting all about you
Too many words remain unspoken
Now there is nothing left to say
From today I'll walk away from disillusion
From today I'll wander through the world without you
Our little house of cards is broken
I have no numbers left to play
Repeat chorus
From today
Zaterdag 15 maart 1975
The Last Rebel
The Last Rebel
Composer(s): Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant - Robert White Johnson - Michael Lunn
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
There's a grey horse standin' still
As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride
The rain pours off his hat
You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes
Now the cannons are silent
His friends are all gone, gotta put it all behind him
If he ever wants to find his way home
He's the last rebel on the road
Just a boy with his old guitar
Keeps to himself, but everybody takes him wrong
But he carried on, got a dream that will never die
Can't change him
No use in staying where you don't belong
Now he's rollin' down the highway
Gone too far too fast
No one will ever find him
He'll never look back
'Cause he's the last rebel
And he's all alone, he's the last rebel
His friends are all gone
He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
There'll never be another like him
He's the last of a dyin' breed
Ain't no use tryin' to change him
'Cause he's the last rebel
And he's all alone, he's the last rebel
His friends are all gone
He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
Zaterdag 15 maart 1975
Chanson Pour Consoler
Chanson Pour Consoler
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall
Souris-moi et dis-moi
Est-ce que tu rêves de moi
Quand je ne suis pas là
Souris-moi et dis-moi
Regarde, regarde-moi
Est-ce que tu me trouves jolie comme ça
Je sais tu est fâché contre moi
Mais ça va passer
Quand ça passera
Souris-moi et dis-moi
Tu veux que je chante quoi
Moi je veux bien n'importe quoi
Souris-moi et dis-moi
Ne fais pas cette tête-là
Écoute, je chante pour toi
Souris-moi et dis-moi
Si je siffle, tu riras
Tu sais bien que je n'y arrive pas
Zaterdag 15 maart 1975
From This Moment On
From This Moment On
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists
From this moment on
You for me dear
Only two for tea dear
From this moment on
From this happy day
No more blue songs
Only hoop-de-doo songs
From this moment on
You've got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
From this moment on
You and I babe
We'll be ridin' high babe
Every care is gone
From this moment on
You've got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
From this moment on
You and I babe
We'll be ridin' high babe
Every care is gone
From this moment
From this moment
This very moment
This moment on
Vrijdag 14 maart 1975
The Last Picasso
The Last Picasso
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond
The last Picasso, the last Picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and Don Quixote
Well Don Quixote the old man's rhyme has lost its reason
which only reminds me have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty
would seem so empty, the last Picasso
Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
The last Picasso, the last Picasso may gather dust amid the ruins
and Don Quixote, Well Don Quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes
but I still have you and I will have you when everything else is gone and done with
We'll be like one with the last Picasso
Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
Oh, me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
Oh, me and you --we, we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
Oh, me and you
Vrijdag 14 maart 1975
Chanson Ouverte
