Vrijdag 9 mei 1975
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Charlotte Ou Sarah
Composer(s): Pierre Louki - Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
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Vrijdag 9 mei 1975
Racing With The Moon
Racing With The Moon
Composer(s): Vaughn Monroe;
Paul Pope; John Watson
Performer(s): Vaughn Monroe; John Pizzarelli
Once we were all together
You, the moon and I
But on the night you left me
The moon raced back to the sky
Racing with the moon
High up in the midnight blue
And then all too soon
It’s lost from view
Racing with the moon
High up in the midnight blue
And then all too soon
It’s lost from view
Gazing at the stars
High up in the clouds of grey
But just like the moon
They fade away
In the blue heavens I see
Your face smiling at me
My heart will never be free
Until we’re back together
Racing with the moon
That is what I’ll always do
Till I overtake the moon and you
Donderdag 8 mei 1975
Leve De Vakantie
Leve De Vakantie
((Adapted from: The Loco-Motion (Little Eva) - 1962))
Composer(s): Carole King - Gerry Goffin - Jo De Clercq
Performer(s): M-Kids - 2004
Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Le Loco-Motion (Sylvie Vartan)
1975 - Kohta Juna Lähtee (Frederik)
Elke morgen moeten we weer samen naar school gaan
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Waren al die lessen maar wat vlugger gedaan, ja
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Ik kan zo lang niet stil zijn, 'k heb te veel energie
ik wil een beetje ritme, 'k heb genoeg fantasie
Come on , Come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan
Kom aan feesten
Kom mee, doe mee
We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
We zitten op de banken maar dar valt toch niet mee, nee
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
We dromen van het strand en van de zon en zee
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Weg die warme kleren trek die spullen maar uit
Ik voel de zonnestralen op mijn bleke huid
Come on come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan
Kom aan feesten
Kom mee, doe mee
We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
En 's avonds als ik thuis kom en mijn werk nog moet maken
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Dan kruip ik in mijn bed tussen de warme lakens
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Dan droom ik van vakantie op gouden strand
en 's avonds gaan we dansen lekker bruingebrand
Come on come on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan
Kom aan feesten
Kom mee, doe mee
We gaan door tot morgen vroeg
We gaan met vakantie, we vertrekken op vakantie
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
We gaan met vakantie, we vertrekken op vakantie
Come On Baby Leve De Vakantie
Weg die warme kleren trek die spullen maar uit
Ik voel die zonnestralen op mijn bleke huid
Come on com on leve de vakantie
Come on com on leve de vakantie
Come on com on leve de vakantie oh yeah
Wij willen uit de bol gaan
Kom aan feesten doe mee
wij willen uit de bol gaan
kom aan feesten, doe mee doe mee
we gaan door tot morgenvroeg
We gaan met vakantie we vertrekken met vakantie
Donderdag 8 mei 1975
Charlotte For Ever
Charlotte For Ever
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Charlotte Gainsbourg
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Petit papa rêveur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
À jamais dans mon cœur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Recherche d'un never
More yes for ever
Tous les amours se meurent
Sans toi
Je n'suis plus moi
J'dérive à l'infini
Sens moi
Approche-toi
Amour de ma vie
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
No leader no dealer
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
De moi tu es l'auteur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Es-tu à la hauteur
Je n'suis plus moi
J'dérive à l'infini
Sens moi
Approche-toi
Amour de ma vie
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Pitié pour moi mon cœur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Tu as gagné je pleure
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Papa papa j'ai peur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
De goûter ta saveur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Vu ni vu ni couleur
Charlotte
Charlotte for ever
Détournement d'mineure
Donderdag 8 mei 1975
Race With The Devil
Race With The Devil
Composer(s): Adrian Gurvitz
Performer(s): Gun;
Girlschool; Judas Priest
You better run
You better run
You better run
from the devil's gun
the race is on
the race is on
so you better run
from the devil's gun
Strange things happen
If you stay
The devil will
Catch you anyway
He'll seek you here
He'll seek you there
The devil will
Seek you everywhere
When he finds you
Soon find out
the devil's fire
Just won't go out
He burns you up
from head to toe
The devil's grip
Just won't let go
Woensdag 7 mei 1975
Le Loco-Motion
Le Loco-Motion
((Adapted from: The Loco-Motion (Little Eva) - 1962))
Composer(s): Carole King - Gerry Goffin - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1962
Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Kohta Juna Lähtee (Frederik)
2004 - Leve De Vakantie (M-Kids)
Prenez Le Premier Train Qui Vous Fera Danser
Invitez Les Copains Qui Savent Bien Twister
Vous Allez Par Devant Et Puis Vous Reculez
Vous Twistez En Marchant Ce N'est Pas Complique
Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Si Vous Avez Un Bon Ticket
Allez Y Venez Danser
Pour Tous Bagages Quelqu'un Qui Vous Plait
Attention Au Depart Il Faut Vous Depecher
Il Est Deja Trop Tard Le Train Va Demarrer
Et Si Y A Un Voyage Je Prend Le Train De Nuit
Jusqu'a La Derniere Heure Jusqu'au Dernier Whisky
Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Prenez Le Bon Wagon Pour Bien Vous Amuser
En Courant Le Garçon Ou La Fille Qui Vous Plait
Et Quand Le Dernier Arrivera En Gare
Vous Quittez Les Copains En Leur Disant Bonsoir
Jusqu'a Demain Ouh Le Locomotion Oh Oui
Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion
Venez Danser
Venez Danser, Venez Danser Tous Le Locomotion
Venez Danser
Woensdag 7 mei 1975
Charlie, T'iras Pas Au Paradis
Charlie, T'iras Pas Au Paradis
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Charlie, Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Tes pensées sont mauvaises
Tu fais honte à ton diocèse
T'iras pas au paradis Charlie
Elle est là derrière un pilier
Je la regarde agenouillée
Aux jours de Pâques et de Noël
A la messe je ne vois qu'elle
Elle est belle comme la statue
De la Vierge à l'Enfant Jésus
Comment voulez-vous je vous prie
Que dans ces conditions je prie
Oh Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Charlie, Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis
Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout
Et même si je scandalise
Quand je suis à l'église
Je pense à Marie
Aux yeux de Marie
Je pense à Marie
Aux mains de Marie
Au corps de Marie
Au cœur de Marie
Je pense à Marie-Louise
Come and get it
And get it now
If you don't get it
You're a paw
J'arrive une heure avant la messe
Pour la joie de la voir passer
Et pendant qu'elle est à confesse
Je suis jaloux de son curé
Je me lève et je m'agenouille
Je me sens comme crucifié
Par tous les regards qui me fouillent
Des grenouilles de bénitier
Oh Charlie, t'iras pas au paradis
Charlie, Charlie t'iras pas au paradis
Ton paradis je m'en fous
Mon paradis c'est elle et c'est tout
Et même si je scandalise
Le dimanche à l'église
Je pense à Marie
Je pense à Marie
Aux yeux de Marie
Aux mains de Marie
Au corps de Marie
Au cœur de Marie
Je pense à Marie-Louise
Come and get it
And get it now
If you don't get it
You're a paw
Tout à l'heure quand elle va sortir
J'vais la rater encore une fois
Tout à l'heure ces ballots vont rire
Sur le zinc du café tabac
Rigolez les gars rigolez
J'y mettrai le temps qu'il faudra
Mais un dimanche vous la verrez
Sortir de l'église à mon bras
Oh Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis
Charlie, Charlie, tu l'auras ton paradis
Ell' sera bell' bell' tout en blanc
J'aurai un chapeau et des gants
Et même si ça scandalise
Un beau jour à l'église
Je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari, je s'rai le mari...
De Marie-Louise
Woensdag 7 mei 1975
Race To The End
Race To The End
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Vangelis
Performer(s): Demis Roussos;
and various other artists
There is but one freedom
Man running along
Each step that he's taking
A step to his soul
The passion and courage
It takes to be there
the spirit of freedom
Alive in the air
Whenever the running man awakes
To challenge to glory
he knows that he can turn
the key once more to unlock the soul
The way becomes clearer
The way is complete
The need that of winning
Admit no defeat
The circles together
Hold hands to the sky
The freedom of running
The freedom to try
Let no one surround himself with pain
But use it to free him
The game is to learn to live again
A race to the end
To try to the end
The game is to learn to live again
A race to the end
Dinsdag 6 mei 1975
The Living Years
The Living Years
Composer(s): Mike Rutherford - B. A. Robertson
First release by: Mike + The Mechanics - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
Dinsdag 6 mei 1975
Charlie, The Midnight Marauder
Charlie, The Midnight Marauder
Composer(s): Bagby - Davis
Performer(s): The Limeliters
Calling car 41
Calling car 41
Investigate a code 7
At 116 west 14th St. and report
Looks like Charlie's at it again
Oh Charlie was raised in the city
He scoffed at the suburban life
Til satan disguised as a salesman
Bewitched and bewildered his wife
She heard of the pleasures of rural life
With barbecues under the trees
And so for a mere forty thousand
He purchased their dreamhouse with ease
He rose before dawn every morning
To dreamily fall into line (yawn)
And follow that bumper before him (Beep Beep)
To be on the job before nine
His dreamhouse of crumbling stucco
Was more like a nightmarish load
His weekends were spent in hard labor
He dug and he pruned and he mowed
One night an electrical failure
Blacked out every street in the track
Our hero drove up in confusion
But couldn't locate his new shack
Each crackerbox looked like the one next door
As far as the eye could see
He cursed to himself as he pondered
Now where in the world can it be
He searched til a door looked familiar
Than tried out his key in the lock
The door open wide and he entered
Poor Charlie was on the wrong block
He strode to the couch of his sleeping love
He kissed her and backed off in fright
The girl he had kissed was a stranger
Who screamed and ran out in the night
They caught him a few minutes later
Still rooted and shaking with fear
They called him the midnight marauder
And put him away for a year
And put him away for a yea-ea-ear
And put him away for a year
They called him the midnight maurauder
And put him away for a year
When a salesman is taunting suburbia
He's doing it purely for help
Remember the story of Charlie
And tell him to move there himself
And tell him to move there himsel-el-elf
And tell him to move there himself
Remember the story of Charlie
And tell him to move there himself
Dinsdag 6 mei 1975
Rabo De Nube
Rabo De Nube
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez;
and various other artists
Si me dijeran pide un deseo
preferiría un rabo de nube
un torbellino en el suelo
y una gran ira que sube
Un barredor de tristezas
un aguacero en venganza
que cuando escampe parezca
nuestra esperanza
Si me dijeran pide un deseo
preferiría un rabo de nube
que se llevara lo feo
y nos dejara el querube
Un barredor de tristezas
un aguacero en venganza
que cuando escampe parezca
nuestra esperanza
Maandag 5 mei 1975
The Little White Pill On The Little Green Hill
The Little White Pill On The Little Green Hill
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
I went to see a doctor
'Cause I was feeling ill
He told me to take a little red tea
And a little white pill
I followed his description
A simple one to fill
He told me I'd find a little black cup
On a little green hill
But the little white pill
Rolled down the hill
And thwarted my endeavor
It wouldn't roll up
Back to the cup
And now I'm worse than ever
Oh, I never do eat
What's sour or sweet
And never fats or starches
But the little white pill
Rolled down the hill
And gave me broken arches
Oh, I never will tame
That ancient game
Invented by the Scottish
And I've got to admit
That I should quit
And sing myself a schottische
Maandag 5 mei 1975
Charlie Stone
Charlie Stone
Composer(s): Larry Johnson
Performer(s): Larry Johnson; Charlie "Choo Choo" Williams
Yeah, an' I know a fool
He came from way down south
Called him Charlie Stone
Now he make a livin'
Goin' 'round town
I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
Now he could make it moan an'
He could make it sing
Hey where did he get that thing
But play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone
Now when he played that thing
Down on Market Street
Butcher Sam had to leave his meat
To hear old Stone
Blowin' on his slide trombone
...let's get it now Stone..Yeah...Yeah
I say hey there Stone
Play it on your slide trombone
I said I know a fool
He came from way down south
Called him Charlie Stone
Ahh, he make a livin'
Goin' 'round town
I mean blowin' on a slide trombone
Yes, he can make it moan an'
He can make it sing
Tell me where did he get that thing
But play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone
Now the women gather 'round
And they shake their hips (oooh)
When that horn is
Shakin' to his lips
Singing play on Stone
Go on with your slide trombone
Now as he played it Sunday morning
And the Sisters strut around (Ha!)
Preacher Johnson
Laid his Bible down
To hear old Stone
Blow it on is slide trombone
Yeah, Charlie Stone
Blow it on, I mean blow it on your slide trombone
Yes, yes, yes, yes
My, my, my..
Maandag 5 mei 1975
Rabbit Dance Love Song
Rabbit Dance Love Song
Performer(s): Isna Wastekicilapi Mastin Olowan
Say, where did you come from?
Oh, I come from that way to dance here
Give me your hand, because I am single
Maybe I will see you later
Lakota Version:
Tokiyatan
yahi so
Leciyatanhan waci wahiye
Nape au
we
Tansna
waun we
Toksa ake
wacinyankin kte
Zondag 4 mei 1975
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
Composer(s): Harry Wincott
Performer(s): Tom Woottwell
and multiple other artists
I'll never forget the day that I was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over, I remember
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the window
In the little shirt my Mother made for me
When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten Mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my Daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say, "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my Mother made for me
The first day that I wore my knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In the little shirt my Mother made for me
And then to school they said that I must go
I didn't like my teacher, you must know
And when I played the truant quite so dear
The teacher said, "Now boy, you come here"
With a big stick she beat around upon me
There's no mistake about my pedigree
I had the map of Scotland painted on me
Neath that little shirt my mother made for me
Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
The little shirt my Mother made for me
Zondag 4 mei 1975
Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone
Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jim Croce
I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from way down South, oh yeah
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
Like when a trombone's to his mouth
He wails and moans, grunts and groans
He can moan just like a cow
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
'Cause he won't show them how
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone
If Gabriel knew how you could blow
He'd let you lead his band I know
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone
Now you ain't seen such movin' hips
Like when the trombone do his licks
Charlie Green play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone
Zondag 4 mei 1975
For He's A Jolly Good Fellow
For He's A Jolly Good Fellow
(Traditional)
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see
Zaterdag 3 mei 1975
The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena)
The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena)
Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Roger Christian
First release by: Jan & Dean - 1964
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
The guys come to race her for miles around
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Zaterdag 3 mei 1975
Charlie Freak
Charlie Freak
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He’ll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed
Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways
When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
’round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.
Yes jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I’ll take your hand
And lead you home
Zaterdag 3 mei 1975
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