Donderdag 16 oktober 1975
Christine
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Christine
Composer(s): Will Ferdy
First release by: Will Ferdy - 1966
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Donderdag 16 oktober 1975
Red-Headed Stranger
Red-Headed Stranger
Composer(s): Edith Lindeman; Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Willie Nelson;
and various other artists
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was a bay
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
And his lips, they were sad and tight
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night
Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
An' watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin'
Had ridden when she was his wife
Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
An' looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money
He just didn't seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
She never heard anyone say
"Don't cross him, don't boss him
"He's wild in his sorrow
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
"Don't fight him, don't spite him
"Just wait till tomorrow
"Maybe he'll ride on again"
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
The stranger went free, of course
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion
And don't lay a hand on the bay
Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
Woensdag 15 oktober 1975
The Motorcycle Song
The Motorcycle Song
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar
On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air
Now, when you're going down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar
Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side
I wasn't payin' attention...
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time
I knew it was the end
I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip"
I thought it... well I knew it was...
I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen
Took out a piece of paper
I sat back and I thought awhile
Then I started writin'
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle"
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it
I was comin' down mighty fast
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die
I landed on the top of a police car
And he died
I drove away on the road that he was on
I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song
I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off
I walked over to my friend
He was standin' there eatin' pickles
I said "Hi, what's happenin'?"
He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'"
You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm
Like you just squashed a cop...
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
Woensdag 15 oktober 1975
Christiansen
Christiansen
Composer(s): Jacques Datin - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall
Il était venu de son pays de neige
Tout droit vers le Sud, sans presque s'arrêter
Mon Dieu que c'est loin, que c'est loin de la Norvège
La Méditerranée
C'était ses yeux verts, et c'était sa guitare
Qui avaient payé ce voyage de fou
Quand il en jouait, en lui offrait à boire
On lui donnait des sous
Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais français
Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais anglais
Et pourtant, je comprenais bien
Même quand il ne disait rien
Christiansen
Le jour où j'irai le rejoindre en Norvège
Je reconnaîtrai cette maison d'Oslo
Et ce vieux traîneau qu'il lançait sur la neige
Comme on lance un bateau
Je reconnaîtrai la fameuse Christine
Dont il me parlait pour me faire enrager
Je ne l'aime pas cette jolie cousine
Elle l'a trop aimé
Christiansen
Il dormait sur la plage entre deux rochers
Christiansen
S'il mangeait quelques fois, c'est que j'y pensais
Et pourtant, il était heureux, oui vraiment il était heureux
Christiansen
Il est repartis vers son pays de neige
Et la plage d'or où l'on s'est tant baignés
A le sable gris, des plages de Norvège
Il a tout emporté
Pour me le redonner
Quand je le reverrai
Woensdag 15 oktober 1975
Redemption Song
Redemption Song
Composer(s): Bob Marley
Performer(s): Bob Marley;
and various other artists
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom
Dinsdag 14 oktober 1975
Motivator
Motivator
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex
I love the way you walk
Don't you know you're a cool motivator
Love the way you walk
Love the way you walk
I love the way your eye
It doth shine like an Egyptian ruby
Love the way it shines
Love the way it shines
Shine on
I love the clothes you wear
They're so mean they're so fine
Love the clothes you wear
Love the clothes you wear
I love the broken crown
The one you stole from the King
Love the broken crown
Love the broken crown
I love it
I love the golden cat
You know the one that you keep
In your bedroom
Love the golden cat
Love the golden cat
I love the velvet hat
You know the one that caused
A revolution
Love the velvet hat
Love the velvet hat
I love it
Dinsdag 14 oktober 1975
Chrisje
Chrisje
Performer(s): Gerard Cox
Ik denk niet dat 't ooit nog overgaat
Want anders was ik je allang vergeten
Wat 'r ook verder te gebeuren staat
Ik zal wel altijd van je blijven weten
En aan je moeten denken nu en dan
Alleen om m'n geheugen op te frissen
En zeker weten dat 't pijn doen kan
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
Natuurlijk stelde 't maar weinig voor
Zelfs wonderen moeten met de jaren rijpen
Maar wie heeft als 'ie achttien is dat door
Ik was te jong om zoiets te begrijpen
M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst
Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen
Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst
Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen
Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
De jaren maakten mettertijd verschil
Ik heb m'n leven denk ik wel op orde
De vrouw waarmee ik best graag leven wil
En de dingen die ik toen nog wilde worden
Maar desondanks blijft alles relatief
Omdat ik nooit jouw spoor meer uit kan wissen
Ik was pas achttien en ik vond je lief Chrisje
ik zal je altijd blijven missen
Dinsdag 14 oktober 1975
Redemption
Redemption
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists
From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew
And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood
From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine
My old friend Lucifer came
Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six
And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood
From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From his feet it came down
And ran to the ground
And a small inner voice
Said "You do have a choice"
The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree
Maandag 13 oktober 1975
The Most Expensive Statue In The World
The Most Expensive Statue In The World
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Philip Bourneuf, Charles Dingle, Donald McClelland and Emile Renan
Citizens of New York, I greet you
With the hundred thousand dollar check
The money that my readers have contributed
For the pedestal of the statue
Citizens of New York, I greet you
With the news that soon our flag will be unfurled
On the most expensive statue in the world
On the most expensive statue in the world
When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called?
When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called?
When we finally install it
What's the diff'rence what we call it?
It's the best that money can buy
And will stand three hundred feet high
And I understand before we're through the cost may not be known
A hundred thousand dollars for the pedestal alone
And our flag will soon be unfurled
On the most expensive statue in the world
On the most expensive statue in the world
When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named?
When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named?
When at last we come to claim it
What's the diff'rence what we name it?
What's important is the expense
What it means in dollars and cents
From the French across the ocean it was sent to me and you
And now I'd like to call upon and hear a word or two
From our friend the French ambassador
Your honor, I speak not for my government, but my people
For it is not my government, but my people who give this statue
Creation of the genius of Bartholdi
May it arise in your harbor and give the light of
Liberty, equality, fraternity
Finally, when we install it, why don't we call it "Liberty"?
"The Statue of Liberty"!
"The Statue of Liberty"!
And the most expensive statue in the world!
And the most expensive statue in the world!
Maandag 13 oktober 1975
Chouette La Vie
Chouette La Vie
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Dès cordes d'une guitare magique
Un jour le rock est né
Il a traversé l'Atlantique
Et il m'a tout donné
Ce soir c'est jour de paie
Et on va s'éclater
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Les filles dans le drugstore
À chaque instant guettaient
Les bagnoles américaines
Où les gars frimaient
En se payant des glaces coca
Tout le monde dansait
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Ouais quand le rock a marqué nos vies
A tout jamais
Pour moi c'était bien clair
Je devais le chanter
Durant ma vie entière
Il ne m'a pas quitté
Il faut l'aimer en étant sincère
Pour le mériter
On est en vie comme un vrai rocker
Pour l'éternité
Ce soir c'est jour de paie
Et on va s'éclater
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
La vie est drôle
Maandag 13 oktober 1975
Red, Red Wine
Red, Red Wine
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Red red wine
go to my head
make me forget that I
still need her so
Red red wine
it's up to you
all I can do, I've done
but memories won’t go
No memories won’t go
I'd have sworn
that with time
thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
and I find
just one thing makes me forget
Red red wine
stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
it's tearing apart
my blue, blue heart
I'd have sworn
that with time
thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
and I find
just one thing makes me forget
Red red wine
stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
it's tearing apart
my blue, blue heart
Zondag 12 oktober 1975
The Most Beguiling Eyes
The Most Beguiling Eyes
Composer(s): Stephen Fearing
Performer(s): Clive Gregson & Christine Collister
You have the most beguiling eyes
that I have ever seen
They can catch me up and spin me
and leave me in a dream
Though the words you speak are truthful
you know, you hurt me when you say
that the time you spend with me
is but a small part of your day
It seems that i'm the one
that always comes a calling
and I'm asking you away
from other friends
but I'm waiting for the sounds
of your step outside my door
when the sun is setting low
and the evening ends...
I have always thaught
that the picture's what you make it
and I've always believed
that my actions were my own
Tell me can you see
that to give without recieving
is bound to leave my heart
like a piece of molten stone
Because it seems that I'm the one
that always comes a-calling
and I'm asking you away
from other friends
But Im waiting for the sounds
of your step outside my door
when the sun is setting low
and the evening ends...
Zondag 12 oktober 1975
Choro Bandido
Choro Bandido
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Mesmo que os cantores sejam falsos como eu
Serão bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo miseráveis os poetas
Os seus versos serão bons
Mesmo porque as notas eram surdas
Quando um deus sonso e ladrão
Fez das tripas a primeira lira
Que animou todos os sons
E daí nasceram as baladas
E os arroubos de bandidos como eu
Cantando assim
Você nasceu para mim
Você nasceu para mim
Mesmo que você feche os ouvidos
E as janelas do vestido
Minha musa vai cair em tentação
Mesmo porque estou falando grego
Com sua imaginação
Mesmo que você fuja de mim
Por labirintos e alçapões
Saiba que os poetas como os cegos
Podem ver na escuridão
E eis que, menos sábios do que antes
Os seus lábios ofegantes
Hão de se entregar assim
Me leve até o fim
Me leve até o fim
Mesmo que os romances sejam falsos como o nosso
São bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo sendo errados os amantes
Seus amores serão bons
Zondag 12 oktober 1975
Red Red Rose
Red Red Rose
Composer(s): David Mallett
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris; David Mallett
You may wonder if you know me
You may wonder if I care
Or if I'll leave you sad and lonely
Or if I'll always be right there
Well, there's no need for doubt now, darlin'
'Cause I have come to know
This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose
And you may wonder about this dreamer
If she's all you thought she'd be
And, oh, if anything but someday
Ever comes from lovin' me
But hold me close and tell me darlin'
That you have come to know
This love I bring you is no common thing
You know this love is like a red, red rose
When you're all caught up in sweet surrender
Simple truth is sometimes hard to see
Here between the tough times and the tender
It all comes down to you and me
And you may see my heart of darkness
I may stumble now and again
But underneath this heart of darkness
There's a heart that's lovin' you right till the end
So hold me close, come hold me, darlin'
'Cause I want you to know
This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose
This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose
Zaterdag 11 oktober 1975
The Morning Side Of The Mountain
The Morning Side Of The Mountain
Composer(s): Dick Manning - Larry Stock
Performer(s): Tommy Edwards
and multiple other artists
There was a girl, there was a boy
If they had met they might have found a world of joy
But she lived on the morning side of the mountain
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
They never met, they never kissed
And they will never know what happiness they missed
For she lived on the morning side of the mountain
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows
Without the kiss of the morning dew
And every Jack must have a Jill
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they
For all we know our love is just a kiss away
But you are on the morning side of the mountain
And I am on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows
Without the kiss of the morning dew
And every Jack must have a Jill
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they
For all we know our love is just a kiss away
But you are on the morning side of the mountain
And I am on the twilight side of the hill
Zaterdag 11 oktober 1975
Chopin
Chopin
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Penny Els
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij
Concerto van de dag vervaagd en zwijgt
Een betoverende sonate van Chopin
Verjaagt m'n eenzaamheid
Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij
Met beelden uit een lang vervlogen tijd
Chopin vertolkt z'n angsten en z'n pijn
En ik, ik wou dat jij bij mij kon zijn
Geen woorden kunnen zeggen wat ik voel
Want woorden zijn berekend en te koel
Alleen Chopin begrijpt wat in mij leeft
En die eindeloze leegte met me deelt
Heel zachtjes klopt de nacht tot bij me aan
M'n ogen worden zwaar
M'n geest vertraagt
En als Chopin me dan ook nog verlaat
Laat ik je eindelijk gaan
Heel zachtjes glijdt de wind aan mij voorbij
Ik laat je terug gaan naar die andere tijd
Zolang Chopin m'n pijn niet meer ophoudt
Verlang ik niet dat jij naast mij ontwaakt
Zaterdag 11 oktober 1975
Red Wing
Red Wing
Composer(s): Thurland Chattaway; Irving Mills
Performer(s): Bob Wills;
and various other artists
There once was an Indian maid a shy little prairie maid
who sang all day a love song gay as through the fields she'd while the hours away
She loved an Indian brave this shy little prairie maid
and then one day he rode away to battle far away..
{Chorus}
Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying
For a far far away her brave is dying
and Red Wings's crying her heart away
She watched for him day and night
She kept all the campfires bright
And under the sky
Each night she would lie
And dream about his coming by and by
But when all the braves returned the heart of Red Wing yearned
for far far away her warrior brave fell bravely in the fray
{chorus}
Now the Moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying
for a far'neath his star her brave is sleeping
while Redwing's weeping her heart away
Vrijdag 10 oktober 1975
The Morning After
The Morning After (aka The Song from 'The Poseidon Adventure')
Composer(s): Al Kasha - Joel Hirschhorn
First performance: Renée Amand - 1972
There's got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let's keep on looking for the light
Oh, can't you see the morning after
It's waiting right outside the storm
Why don't we cross the bridge together
And find a place that's safe and warm
It's not too late, we should be giving
Only with love can we climb
It's not too late, not while we're living
Let's put our hands out in time
There's got to be a morning after
We're moving closer to the shore
I know we'll be there by tomorrow
And we'll escape the darkness
We won't be searching anymore
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to...
Vrijdag 10 oktober 1975
Choo'n Gum
Choo'n Gum ((aka Chewin' Gum (Ella Fitzgerald))
Composer(s): Manny Curtis - Vic Mizzy
Performer(s): Teresa Brewer
and multiple other artists
Choo'n gum, choo'n gum
Choo'n, choo'n, choo'n gum
My mom gave me a nickel
To buy a pickle
I didn't buy a pickle
I bought some choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
My aunt gave me a quarter
For soda water
I didn't buy the water
I bought some choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
What can I do?
I chew the day away, it seems
I'm even blowin' bubbles in my dreams
My pop gave me a dollar to buy a collar
You should have heard him holler
When I bought choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
Choo'n gum, choo'n gum
Choo'n, choo'n, choo'n gum
My mom gave me a nickel
To buy a pickle
I didn't buy a pickle
I bought some choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
My aunt gave me a quarter
For soda water
I didn't buy the water
I bought some choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
What can I do?
I chew the day away, it seems
I'm even blowin' bubbles in my dreams
My pop gave me a dollar to buy a collar
You should have heard him holler
When I bought choo'n gum
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo'n gum
How I love choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
Choo'n gum, choo'n gum
Choo'n, choo'n, choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
Choo'n gum, choo'n gum
Choo'n, choo'n, choo'n gum
I'm crazy over choo'n gum
I chew, chew, chew
Vrijdag 10 oktober 1975
Red Top
