Maandag 19 januari 1976
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Claire
((Adapted from: Clair (Gilbert O'Sullivan) - 1972))
((Finnish Version: Clair (Fredi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan - Karel Vereertbrugghen
Performer(s): Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans - 2003
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Maandag 19 januari 1976
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Composer(s): Jimmy Duncan; Bill Farley
Performer(s): The Pretty Things;
and various other artists
Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
All the night and all the day
Hide and seek's the game you play
Treat me as sure as sin
Oh Rosalyn, yeah Rosalyn
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?
Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?
Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Yeah Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, ooh-yeah, ah
Maandag 19 januari 1976
Repose Mon Passé
Repose Mon Passé
Performer(s): Franck Fernandel
Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ton abîme
Sur le lit des regrets
D'où jamais je le sais
Tu ne reviendras plus
J'ai cru te posséder
Dans des instants d'ivresse
Et je suis ta victime
Victime qui te dit
Adieu et puis merci
Des joies que j'ai connues
J'ai le coeur plein de rides
La tristesse est en moi
Et mes mains restent vides
Puisque tu n'es plus là
Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ma détresse
Et tous les lendemains
M'éloignent un peu plus
De mes années perdues
Et toi mon amour
Toi que j'aimais tant
Va sans t'inquiéter
Sans te retourner
Que le poids léger
De tes vingt ans
Soit ton seul fardeau
Ton seul tourment
Repose mon passé
Avec mes amours mortes
Au creux de ma mémoire
Sous le poids des tourments
Alourdi par les ans
Qui partent sans retour
Mon coeur est une plaie
Que rien ne réconforte
Et ne pouvant plus croire
Aux rêves d'avenir
C'est dans le souvenir
Que je cherche un secours
Je n'ai plus rien au monde
Puisque tu es partie
Et dans mon coeur qui gronde
Monte une voix qui dit:
"Rendez-moi mon passé
Rendez-moi ma jeunesse
Et prenez tout le reste
Mes trésors et mes biens
Car je ne veux plus rien
Rien d'autre que l'amour
Non rien d'autre que l'amour"
Zondag 18 januari 1976
The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want To Get Over You)
The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want To Get Over You)
Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings
I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall
The things we used to say and do
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I haunt the same places we used to go
Alone at a table for two
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
I don't want to get over you
A fresh roll of quarters, same old song
Missin' you through and through
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
'Cause I don't want to get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
Zondag 18 januari 1976
Jailer Bring Me Water
Jailer Bring Me Water
((French Version: Dis-Lui Que J'en Rêve (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
First release by: Bobby Darin - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
Well, I never had me no money
Never had me no money
Never had me no money
I ain’t that kind-a guy
Oh … jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
I’m gonna work ‘til the good Lord calls me
Be workin’ ‘til the good Lord calls me
I’m gonna work until the good Lord calls me
It'll be in the by and by
Oh … jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
Now … jailer, should ya see my baby
Jailer, if ya see my baby
Jailer, if ya see my baby
Just tell her I said, "Good-bye"
Everybody singin’...
Jailer...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
My throat is kind-a dry
Ah... jailer, won’t ya bring me some...
Bring me water
Jailer, won’t ya bring me some...
Bring me water
Jailer, won’t ya bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
Zondag 18 januari 1976
Clair
Clair
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - Clair (Finnish Version) (Fredi)
2003 - Claire (Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans)
The moment I met you, I swear
I felt as if something, somewhere
Had happened to me
which I couldn't see
And then, the moment I met you, again
I knew in my heart
that we were friends
It had to be so
it couldn't be no
But try as hard as I might do
I don't know why
You get to me in a way
I can't describe
Words mean so little
when you look up and smile
I don't care what people say
to me you're more than
Oh, Clair
Clair
Clair
If ever a moment so rare
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you
in all that you do
But why in spite of our
age difference do I cry
Each time I leave you
I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me
than hearing you say
"I'm going to marry you
Will you marry me?
Oh hurray!"
Oh, Clair
Clair
Clair
I've told you before
"Don't you dare!"
"Get back into bed"
"Can't you see that it's late"
"No you can't have a drink"
"Oh all right then
but wait just a minute"
While I, in an effort to babysit
catch up on my breath
What there is left of it
You can be murder
at this hour of the day
But in the morning the sun
will see my lifetime away
Oh, Clair
Clair
Oh, Clair
Zondag 18 januari 1976
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven ((aka Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Roll Over Beethoven (by Chuck Berry) - 1956))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1964
Avec tes cheveux longs
Tombant le long de ton cou
Tous les gens du grand monde
Te traitent de voyou
Repose Beethoven
On t'aime malgré tout
Tu composais sans cesse
Durant le jour et la nuit
Tu chantais à tue-tête
En buvant ton whisky
Repose Beethoven
Toi qui aimais la vie
Il y a longtemps maint'nant
Que tu es parti
Tu peux dormir tranquille
D'ici personne ne t'oublie
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit
Je t'ai connu un soir
Où le cafard était venu me voir
Dans le noir j'ai mis tous tes disques
Et depuis je chante le blues jour et nuit
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit
De tous temps
Les filles furent folles de toi
Maintenant c'est pire qu'avant
Elles ne parlent que de toi
Repose Beethoven
Presley est jaloux de toi
Ta musique est profonde
Ta musique a du cœur
Tu as conquis le monde
En apportant le bonheur
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
The Real McCoys
The Real McCoys
Composer(s): Harry Ruby
Want you to meet the family that’s known as The Real McCoys
From West Virginee they came to stay in sunny Californi-ay
That’s Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and the boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Livin’ like good folks should live, as happy as kids with toys
Ol Grand Pappy Amos is head of the clan, he roars like a lion, but he’s gentle as a lamb
His grandson Luke keeps beaming with joy, since he made miss Kate Missus Luke McCoy
What a house keeper Kate is, she’s doin’ what she enjoys
No gal can beat her when it comes to looks, the same can be said about the way she cooks
For Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Sharing each others sorrows, enjoyin’ each others joys
Like all other families they quarrel and fuss, but it ain’t never serious
With Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
Civilized Man
Civilized Man
Composer(s): Richard Feldman - Pat Robinson
Performer(s): Joe Cocker
You made me need you
Need you so bad
Fool to believe you
You made me so mad
oh yeah
Double cross me once
never cross me again
And now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we're history
You're lucky - I'm a civilized man
You're so lucky - I'm a civilized man
oh yeah
a civilized man
A poison arrow right from the start
Went down to zero
you went for my heart
oh yeah
Usin' hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you asked me to forget all you put me thru
When you know as well as I you got it comin' to you
Now you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Using hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we are history
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
Zaterdag 17 januari 1976
Répondez-Moi! (Mireille Mathieu)
Répondez-Moi!
Composer(s): Joëlle Kopf; Michel Ansellem
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Ceux qu'on emprisonne quand ils font d'autres choix
et qu'on abandonne parce que chacun pour soi
Évidemment ça nous dérange,
mais le temps passe et rien ne change.
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Les mains qui se tendent, les regards silencieux
de ceux qui attendent qu'on les aime un peu mieux
Évidemment ça nous dérange
mais les trains passent et rien ne changent
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Toutes ces phrases en l'air
et la nuit qui retombe
Sue ceux qui espèrent que cesse la pluie des bombes
évidemment ça nous dérange
main le sang coule et rien ne change...
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Seriez-vous avec moi, avec moi au combat?
Répondez-moi!
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
The Reach
The Reach
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
It's Maine...
And it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining
It's father and son
It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out
From the land where their chow waits
All the days get so lonely and long
And seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill
There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
At the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen
For the lost and unchosen to row
And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Danny Kaye & The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that
way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
Civilization, I'll stay right here!
Vrijdag 16 januari 1976
Répondez-Moi (Francis Cabrel)
Répondez-Moi
((German Version: Antwortet Mir (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Chimène Badi
Je vis dans une maison sans balcon, sans toiture
Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture
Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature
C'est même pas une maison
J'ai laissé en passant quelques mots sur le mur
Du couloir qui descend au parking des voitures
Quelques mots pour les grands
Même pas des injures
Si quelqu'un les entend
Répondez-moi
Répondez-moi
Mon cœur a peur d'être emmuré entre vos tours de glace
Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent
Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles, de colliers de jonquilles
Pour accrocher aux épaules des filles
Mais le matin vous entraîne en courant vers vos habitudes
Et le soir, votre forêt d'antennes est branchée sur la solitude
Et que brille la lune pleine
Que souffle le vent du sud
Vous, vous n'entendez pas
Et moi, je vois passer vos chiens superbes aux yeux de glace
Portés sur des coussins que les maîtres embrassent
Pour s'effleurer la main, il faut des mots de passe
Pour s'effleurer la main
Répondez-moi
Répondez-moi
Mon cœur a peur de s'enliser dans aussi peu d'espace
Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent
Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles et de pluies de jonquilles
Pour s'abriter aux épaules des filles
Mais la dernière des fées cherche sa baguette magique
Mon ami, le ruisseau dort dans une bouteille en plastique
Les saisons se sont arrêtées aux pieds des arbres synthétiques
Il n'y a plus que moi
Et moi, je vis dans ma maison sans balcon, sans toiture
Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture
Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature
C'est même pas une maison
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
The Ray Charles-Ton
The Ray Charles-Ton
Performer(s): Chubby Checker
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Wah at the union hall
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
It's a brand new call
Come on come on baby
Gonna have a ball
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
And a do it right
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Oh puts you otta sight
Hey come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Come on get it my baby [Kate]
You've got what it takes
To do the Ray Charles-ton
Gonna do the Ray Charles-ton
And a do it right
Hey come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Come on baby [Kate]
Come on shake that shake
With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
Come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Whow
You're the cutest thing I ever saw
Your mommas gonna be my mother-in-law
Yeoh
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
At the union hall
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton
Yeoh
It's a brand new call
Come on come on baby
Gonna have a ball
Hey come on a baby [Kate]
Come on shake that shake
With a choopy chop, a choppy chop
With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop
Come on come on baby
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight
Let's go
Ray Charles-ton is here tonight ough Bop Bop
Donderdag 15 januari 1976
Ciudades En Coma
Ciudades En Coma
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
La ciudad está partida en dos
por las sirenas y los robocops
son como alarmas que gimen de placer
y los chicos salen de la discoteque
y yo te busco nena
yo te busco entre la multitud
pero no hay nadie que responda
ciudades en coma
ciudades en coma
La ciudad de pronto enmudeció
por el gas de nervios y la procesión
todos los puentes que me llevaban a casa
se incendiaron hoy, no podré volver
nos veremos nena, bajo otro cielo
bajo otro cielo encenderás mi fuego
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
Donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
ser sobrevivientes o robots cobardes
los hambrientos se han puesto en fila
saquean la oficina de Naciones Unidas
donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
y yo te busco nena
yo te busco entre la multitud
pero no hay nadie que responda
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
Tiempo de amar a alguien
ciudades en coma
meterse dentro de alguien
ciudades en coma
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
