Donderdag 15 januari 1976
Ciudades En Coma
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only.
All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Ciudades En Coma
Reageer op dit bericht
Reageer op dit bericht
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
Reparador De Sueños
Reparador De Sueños
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Moncada
Siempre
llega el enanito
con sus herramientas
de aflojar los odios
y apretar amores
Siempre
llega el enanito
siempre oreja adentro
con afán risueño
de enmendar lo roto
Siempre
apartando piedras de aquí
basura de allá -haciendo labor-
siempre va esta personita feliz
trocando lo sucio en oro
Siempre
llega hasta el salón principal
donde está el motor que mueve la luz
y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
el reparador de sueños
Siempre
llega el enanito
hasta la persona, hasta todo el pueblo
hasta el universo
Siempre
llega el enanito
y desde esa hora se acaba el silencio
y aparece el trino
Siempre
apartando piedras de aquí
basura de allá -haciendo labor-
siempre va esta personita feliz
trocando lo sucio en oro
Siempre
llega hasta el salón principal
donde está el motor que mueve la luz
y siempre allí hace su tarea mejor
el reparador de sueños
Woensdag 14 januari 1976
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez
En esta puta ciudad
Todo se incendia y se va
Matan a pobres corazones
En esta sucia ciudad
No hay que seguir ni parar
Ciudad de locos corazones
No quiero salir a fumar
No quiero salir a la calle con vos
No quiero empezar a pensar
quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día lexotanil
Buen día señora
Buen día doctor
Maldito sea tu amor
Tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor
¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí?
¿Qué es lo que quieres saber?
No me verás arrodillado
Dicen que ya no soy yo
Que estoy más loco que ayer
Y matan a pobres corazones
Woensdag 14 januari 1976
Renunciación
Renunciación
Composer(s): Antonio Valdez Herrera
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
No quiero verte llorar
no quiero ver que las penas
se metan en tu alma buena
por culpa de mi querer
No quiero verte sufrir
no soy capaz de ofenderte
si sabes que hasta la muerte
juré ser sólo de ti
Si no encontraste ternura en mi alma
si sólo penas te causo yo
me voy mi vida de tu presencia
aunque me duela en el corazón
Yo siempre fui lo que soy
jamás te dije mentiras
y puse a tus pies mi vida
sin ninguna condición
Si tú lo quieres mi amor
me voy de ti para siempre
dejando un beso en tu frente
como postrer bendición
No habrá reproches de parte mía
sólo me importa que seas feliz
ya ves que todo te di en la vida
mi pobre vida que es para ti
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
Rare Ould Times
Rare Ould Times
Composer(s): Pete St. John
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists
Raised on songs and stories
Heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories
That once was Dublin Town
The hallowed halls and houses
The haunting childrens rhymes
That once was Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Dempsey
As Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico
In a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper
Lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress
My trade’s a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignan
As pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary
From the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap
With skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham
She took away my soul
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter
The gargle's dimmed me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing
And nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met. have gone
The Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete
Makes a city of my town
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey
I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages
That spring up along the Quay
My mind's too full of memories
Too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin
In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare ould times
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
City Streets
City Streets
Performer(s): Carole King
River wind is icy
Chills run through my bones
Tides of life are ebbing out
Between the cobblestones
The streets are on fire
With the burning sunrise
And over the water I look in vain
For love on someone's eyes
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Winter colored morning
Gray and dirty brown
Reflecting the mood I'm in
Despair is all around.
I long for sweet oblivion
To make me from my pain
Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith
So I can break this chain
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Lovers with their arms entwined
Silhouettes against the light
A warm bed is waiting as they head home
After staying up all night
For them the city is magic
That's all they 've ever know
I wish I could find the magic
But I'm scared and I'm feeling so alone
Oh
city streets
The stories that they tell
Oh
city streets
They can be heaven
they can be hell
Oh
city streets
The stories they have known
Oh
city streets
city streets
city streets
Dinsdag 13 januari 1976
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
Italian Titles: Meglio Per Te Se Piangi;
Rifugiati Nel Pianto
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Rentre chez toi et pleure
Moi j'ai tant pleuré pour toi
J'en ai passé des heures
A me tourmenter
Sans pouvoir t'oublier
Laisse couler tes larmes
Ton grand chagrin sur tes joues
La vie a tant de charme
Qu'elle effacera tout
Peines d'amour sont brèves
Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve
Dont tu t'éveilleras
Crois-moi
Laisse crier ta peine
Demain c'est un cri de joie
Qui brisera tes chaînes
Te ramenant vers moi
Rentre chez toi et pleure
Pleure, pleure
Maandag 12 januari 1976
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
May have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!
Maandag 12 januari 1976
The Rapper
The Rapper
Composer(s): Dominic Ierace
First release by: The Jaggerz - 1970
Hey girl, I bet you
There's someone out to get you
You'll find him anywhere
On a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store
He'll say "Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
So, he starts his rappin'
Hoping something will happen
He'll say he needs you
A companion, a girl he can talk to
He's made up his mind
He needs someone to sock it to
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
He's made an impression
So he makes a suggestion
"Come up to my place
For some coffee or tea or me"
He's got you where he wants you
Girl, you've gotta face reality
Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper
Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
Maandag 12 januari 1976
City Of The Angels
City Of The Angels
Composer(s): Steve Perry - Gregg Rolie - Neal Schon
Performer(s): Journey
City of the angels
City of the angels
Walkin’ and talkin’ and laughin’
About dreamin’ the things that you want will work out
People in places where you want to be,
I’m lost in the city, who’s got the key?
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
I’ve got this feelin’ that things will work out
I’ve got this feelin’, and there ain’t no doubt
I’m holdin’ on, hopin’ to find
Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
City of the angels
Oo, I hear you callin’ me
City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yeah
City of the angels
I’m goin’ home, home, bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Yeah, yeah, I’m leavin’, leavin’
Oo, oo, I’m goin’ home
I’m leavin’, leavin’
Maandag 12 januari 1976
Rentaghost
Rentaghost
Composer(s): Michael Staniforth
Performer(s): Michael Staniforth
If your mansion house needs haunting
just call Rentaghost
We've got spooks and ghouls and freaks and fools at Rentaghost
Hear the Phantom of the Opera sing a haunting melody
Remember what you see is not a mystery but Rentaghost
At your party be a smarty and hire Rentaghost
If you want a fright climb the spooky heights with Rentaghost
You can let our spirits move you, and for fun play ghostman's knock
Because we aim to shock, we hope you knees will knock, that's
Rentaghost
Let me say the most terrific simple ghosts, not scientific
May be supernatural ghoulies of the day
Heavy footsteps in your attic means a spectre telepathic
Is descending just to spirit you away, Ya-a-a-ay!
We are extraordinary fellahs here at Rentaghost
To be another Uri Geller come to RRRRentaghost
For a biography we've ghost writers
And not forgetting a ghost script
An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost
An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost!
(Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haaah)
Zondag 11 januari 1976
Randall Knife
Randall Knife
Composer(s): Guy Clark
Performer(s): Guy Clark
and multiple other artists
My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War Two
To save us all from ruin
Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
You know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Ah, the knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules
Well, he let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
I broke a half an inch off
Tryin' to stick it in a tree
Well I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one
There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear
My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
Oh, I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready
So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured 'em off the stern
Then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned
And when we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
I need the things haunted
My hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for
Zondag 11 januari 1976
City Of New Orleans
City Of New Orleans
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
First release by: Steve Goodman - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox)
1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin)
1975 - Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer (Rudi Carrell)
2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Zondag 11 januari 1976
Renegade (Thin Lizzy)
Renegade
Composer(s): Phil Lynott; Snowy White
Performer(s): Thin Lizzy
He’s just a boy that has lost his way
He’s a rebel that has fallen down
He’s a fool been blown away
To you and me he’s a renegade
He’s a clown that we put down
He’s a man that doesn’t fit
He’s a king but not in this town
To you and me he’s a renegade
But he is a king when he’s on his own
He’s got a bike and that’s his throne
And when he rides he’s like the wind
To you and me he’s a renegade
He’s just a boy who has lost his sights
He’s a stranger, prowls the night
He’s a devil, that’s right
To you and me he’s a renegade
Check it out, check his face
Look at his eyes, they’re so sly
I wonder why he cries from the inside
I wonder why he’s a renegade
Oh please, I’m on my begged bended knees
Oh please, please heed my call
He’s just a boy that has lost his way
He’s just a boy, that’s all
Zaterdag 10 januari 1976
The Rainbow Connection
The Rainbow Connection
Composer(s): Paul Williams - Kenny Ascher
First release by: Jim Henson - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see
Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
All of us under its spell
we know that it's probably magic
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Zaterdag 10 januari 1976
Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer
Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer
((Adapted from: City Of New Orleans (Steve Goodman) - 1971))
Composer(s): Steve Goodman - Thomas Woitkewitsch
Performer(s): Rudi Carrell - 1975
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox)
1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin)
2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)
Wir brauchten früher keine große Reise
Wie wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt
Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weiße
Denn hier wird man ja doch nur tiefgekühlt
Ja früher gab's noch Hitzefrei
Das Freibad war schon auf im Mai
Ich saß bis in die Nacht vor unserem Haus
Da hatten wir noch Sonnenbrand
und Riesenquallen an dem Strand, und Eis
und jeder Schutzmann zog die Jacke aus
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war?
Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Und was wir da für Hitzewellen hatten
Pulloverfabrikanten gingen ein
Da gab es bis zu 40 Grad im Schatten
Wir mußten mit dem Wasser sparsam sein
Die Sonne knallte ins Gesicht
da brauchte man die Sauna nicht
Ein Schaf war damals froh wenn man es schor
Es war hier wie in Afrika
Wer durfte machte FKK
Doch heut, heut summen alle Mücken laut im Chor
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig
Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war?
Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Der Winter war der Reinfall des Jahrhunderts
Nur über tausend Meter gab es Schnee
Mein Milchmann sagt: Dies Klima hier wen wunderts
denn Schuld daran ist nur die SPD
Ich find das geht ein bißchen weit
doch bald ist wieder Urlaubszeit
und wer von uns denkt da nicht dauernd dran
Trotz allem glaub ich unbeirrt
daß unser Wetter besser wird
nur wann, und diese Frage geht uns alle an!
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war?
Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war?
Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Zaterdag 10 januari 1976
Renegade (Styx)
Renegade
Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
Performer(s): Styx
Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life
from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man
Oh Mama, I've been years on the lam and had a high price on my head
Lawman said 'Get him dead or alive' and it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today
On the wanted man
Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man
Vrijdag 9 januari 1976
The Rain, The Park And Other Things
The Rain, The Park And Other Things
Performer(s): The Cowsills
I saw her sitting in the rain
raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she could make me happy (happy, happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl, oh, I don't know just why
She simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl, she seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
Suddenly the sun broke through (see the sun)
I turned around she was gone (where did she go)
And all I had left was one little flower from her hair
But I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she had made me happy (happy, happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere
Vrijdag 9 januari 1976
City Lights
City Lights
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
First recording/First release by: Bill Anderson - 1957/1958
Covered by multiple other artists
A bright array of city lights as far as I can see
The Great White Way shines through the night for lonely guys like me
The cabarets and honky tonks, their flashing signs invite
A broken heart to lose itself in the glow of city lights
Lights that say "Forget her name in a glass of sherry wine"
Lights that offer other girls for empty hearts like mine
They paint a pretty picture of a world that's gay and bright
But it's just a mask for loneliness behind those city lights
The world was dark and God made stars to brighten up the night
But God who put the stars above I don't believe He made those lights
For it's just a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
Just a place to run away and hide behind those city lights
Lights that say "Forget her love in a different atmosphere"
Lights that lure are nothing but a masquerade for tears
They paint a pretty picture but my arms can't hold them tight
And I just can't say "I love you" to a street of city lights
Vrijdag 9 januari 1976
Rendez-Vous D'Automne
