Dinsdag 6 april 1976
Un Cocktail Pour Deux
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Un Cocktail Pour Deux
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Dinsdag 6 april 1976
Rubylove
Rubylove
Composer(s): Cat Stevens
Performer(s): Cat Stevens; Stars at Studio 99
Who'll be my love
You'll be my love
You'll be my sky above
Who'll be my light
You'll be my light
You'll be my day and night
You'll be mine tonight
Ruby eekyaa
Ehla xana, ehla xana kondamou
Ehla bruwee, maydeenabee
Seesu samee ahkeeraa
Ruby ruby kree
Ruby my love
You'll be my love
You'll be my sky above
Ruby my light
You'll be my light
You'll be my day and night
You'll be mine tonight
Dinsdag 6 april 1976
Rhythm Of The Night
Rhythm Of The Night
Composer(s): Diane Warren
Performer(s): DeBarge
When it feels like the world is on your shoulders
and all of the madness has got you goin crazy
It's time to get out, step out into the street
Where all of the action is right there at your feet, well..
I know a place where we can dance the whole night away
underneath the electric stars
Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away
You'll be doin fine once the music starts...
Oh!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
you can leave them all behind
feel the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
Look out on the street now, the party's just beginning
The music's playing, a celebration's starting
Under the streetlights, the scene is being set
A night for romance
A night you won't forget, so
Come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home
mmm..there's too much going on...oh!
Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known
We're gonna have a good time the whole night long...oh!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
we can leave them all behind
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
oohh baby....aww darlin...oohhh baby...wooooooooo....
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
The music's playin'!
It's a celebration!
The music's playin', everybody dance!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
we can leave them all behind
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night..
oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
Maandag 5 april 1976
Do The New York
Do The New York
Composer(s): Ben Oakland - J.P. Murray - Barry Trivers
Performer(s): Harry Richman
and multiple other artists
Get the beat of people's feet
Walkin' up and down the street
And do the New York
Get the sound, the crash and pound
Of the subway underground
And do the New York
You'll find there's something old and something new
And it's something hot and something blue
And it's seven million people doin' it
All got rhythm
Get the view of stone and steel
Add a little sex appeal
And do the New York
Maandag 5 april 1976
Cockles And Mussels
Cockles And Mussels (aka Molly Malone)
Composer(s): James Yorkston; Edmund Forman
In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
Twas there that I first met
Sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Mussels
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh
Crying
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Now she was a fishmonger
And sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother
Ad father before
And they each
Wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost
Wheels her barrow
Through streets
Broad and narrow
Crying
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Maandag 5 april 1976
Rhythm Of Romance
Rhythm Of Romance
Composer(s): Mitchel Delevie;
Gino Vannelli; Joe Vannelli
Performer(s): Gino Vannelli
Coke machines on the Ho Chi Minh trail
Russian spies shopping at Bloomingdales
Killer bees swarming up the Rio Grande
Hey baby where'd you get that tan
Rome burns as we dance cheek to cheek
Titanic's sinking but oooh do we look chic
New york city's got the Hong Kong flu
And I can't take my eyes off you
Mx GI Joe
Rsvp UFO
Abcia
I still want to know who shot JFK
Let's dance
To the rhythm of romance
Let's swing
'neath the stars above
C'mon let's dance
To the rhythm of romance
Let's kiss
Let's fall in love
Johnny woke up from his American dream
Rich man poor man and a desert in between
Crystal chandeliers hangin' by a thread
We're in the pink baby just two trillon in the red
And I hear Gabriel blowing his saxophone
Through a great big hole in the ozone
Who cares if the sun don't rise
When I look in to your ultraviolet eyes
That's life, this is war
I took it on faith, can't take it anymore
Old, young, yin and yang
We'll all go together in the next big bang
Boom shug a lug a lug a boom
Let's dance
To the rhythm of romance
Let's swing
'neath the stars above
C'mon let's dance
To the rhythm of romance
Let's kiss
Let's fall in love
Zondag 4 april 1976
The Second Arrangement
The Second Arrangement
Performer(s): Steely Dan
Pour out the wine, little girl
I've got just two friends in this whole wide world
Here's to reckless lovers
We all need somebody
Stashed in the yellow Jag
I've got my life and laundry in a Gladstone bag
You should know the program
Just one red rose and a tender goodbye
[One last goodbye]
And I run to the second arrangement
It's only the natural thing
Who steps out with no regrets
A sparkling conscience
A new address
When I run to the second arrangement
The home of a mutual friend
Now's the time to redefine the first arrangement again
It's a sticky situation
A serious affair
I must explain it to you somehow
Right now I'll just move back one square
Here comes that noise again
Another scrambled message from my last best friend
Something I can dance to
A song with tears in it
Old friends abandon me
It's just the routine politics of jealousy
Someday we'll remember
That one red rose and one last goodbye
[One last goodbye]
[Chorus]
Zondag 4 april 1976
Cocaine Carolina
Cocaine Carolina
Composer(s): David Allan Coe
Performer(s): David Allan Coe
Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina
Better on an ocean liner call the Cocaine Carolina
She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two
God knows how much I adored her I just never could afford her
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through
I'm going back to Sandy Skag she knows just what to do
She don't love me for my money she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you
Oh someone said if I was lucky I could go back to Kentucky
Lexington was famous for its bluegrass and its hills
Carolina we should get up don't you know we'll have to split up
Baby I should go to California
Goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Zondag 4 april 1976
Rhythm Of My Heart
Rhythm Of My Heart
Composer(s): John Capek; Marc Jordan
Performer(s): Rod Stewart;
and various other artists
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place
Running down under cover
Of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher
In effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still alive
somewhere someday
where they're downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away
Oh, rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
Photographs and kerosene
light up my darkness
light it up
light it up
I can still feel the touch
of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley
I've got my eyes all over you, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
Oh, yeah
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins
shifting like the handle
of a slot machine
Love may still exist
in another place
I'm just yanking back the handle
no expression on my face
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
Zaterdag 3 april 1976
The Seaside Band
The Seaside Band
Composer(s): Kenneth Blain
Performer(s): Arthur Askey
Once, at the seaside, feeling very restless
I ran down tuppence and I rolled on the pier
Hadn't gone far when the strains of music
Floated on the breeze and landed in my ear
I quickened up me steps for I love nice noises
Very soon arrived right opposite the band
Saw the conductor on a lemonade box
With his little baton stuck up in his right hand
One two three four, off went the cornet
Five six seven eight, the fiddles followed too
A man in the corner playing on the piccolo
Keeping time with the sole of his boot
Right behind him was a fellow with the trombone
Blowing like the devil with his cheeks out wide
Working so hard that both his little eyeballs
Left their sockets and stood outside
Hanging on a rostrum, a drummer, very lonely
Drums all round like bees in a swarm
Looking very cold with his nose quite scarlet
Banging on the cymbals to keep himself warm
Opposite to him was the man with the toupee
Spitting down a reed - what a nasty man!
Sitting next to him was a fellow with a French horn
Full of soul and bitter beer, tuppence on the can
Fellow with a cello, boom boom boom boom
Trying very hard to saw it in two
His pal with the double bass, cuddling it fondly
Looking like a camel with a dose of the flu
Man with a piccolo, fed up with the dancing
Sick and tired of hearing the same old toot
Thought he'd like a change so he put it down beside him
And then started messing with a full size flute
Man with the bassoon, nothing on his music
Acted like a mute, never said a word
Just as I thought he was going to fall asleep
He picked up his bassoon and gave us all the bird
Then a little man with walrus whiskers
How he got his breath, well I don't know
Found he got his fungus stuffed up the mouthpiece
And wondered why he couldn't play his little oboe
Man with the trombone lost his temper
Thought they could not hear him and said, 'Here goes'
Took a long breath and threw all of his false teeth
Right on the bridge of the conductor's nose
Then the conductor, getting very angry
Raised his other hand, with a rum-tum-tum
Caused such a draught that the man with the harp
Went clean through the air and fell through the drum
Bang bang bang went the man with the cymbals
Toodle-oodle-oo went the flute so gay
Fiddles and violas screaming like the wind
And the cornet broke his promise, trying to reach top A
What a pandemonium everybody different
Each with the other one, trying to compete
Strange to relate it must've been a fluke
But they all finished dead on the same down-beat
Oh, Rule Britannia, they kept the party clean
And I felt sorry when they played
God Save Our Queen
Zaterdag 3 april 1976
Cocaine Blues (Nick Drake)
Cocaine Blues
Composer(s): Rev. Gary Davies
Performer(s): Nick Drake
Come, my baby
Dressed in white
Hey, baby
Won't you stay the night
Cocaine
All around my brain
Come, my baby
Dressed in red
Hey, baby
Won't you come to bed
Cocaine
All around my brain
Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick
Cocaine
All around my brain
Come, my baby
Dressed in green
Hey, baby
Can't be seen
Cocaine
All around my brain
Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick
Cocaine
All around my brain
Cocaine
All around my brain
Zaterdag 3 april 1976
Rhythm Of Love
Rhythm Of Love
Composer(s): Jon Anderson;
Tony Kaye; Trevor Rabin; Chris Squire
Performer(s): Yes
Innocence no answer
To your breaking heart
If the situation
Sometimes falls apart
Then in this ecstasy
Your charms are frozen
No emotion falling through your arms
Morning, daydream, time still growing shorter
Take me over lead me to the water
To the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
Why should I escort you
To your secret needs
Climbing up your ladder
I keep falling down
Anyway will do
Anyone will do
When you dance to your darkest tune
Surrounded
As you crawl around the room
Night time fever burning till you're higher
Take me over lead me through the fire
The rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
Morning daydream midnight fever
Morning daydream midnight fever
Inhibitions keep you from your point of view
Information needing to confuse
In this situation I have found you
In the rhythm of
Morning daydream midnight fever
Morning daydream midnight fever
Rhythm of love
Rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
Rhythm of love
Vrijdag 2 april 1976
The Searchers
The Searchers
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers
What makes a man to wander?
What makes a man to roam?
What makes a man leave bed and board
And turn his back on home?
Ride away, ride away, ride away
A man will search his heart and soul
Go searchin' way out there
His peace of mind he knows he'll find
But where, oh Lord, Lord where?
Ride away, ride away, ride away
Vrijdag 2 april 1976
Cocaine Blues (George Thorogood)
Cocaine Blues ((aka Transfusion Blues (by Johnny Cash) - 1960))
((Adapted from: Little Sadie (by Hedy West) - 1967))
Composer(s): Traditional - T.J. Arnall
Performer(s): George Thorogood & The Destroyers
and multiple other artists
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Vrijdag 2 april 1976
Rhythm Nation
Rhythm Nation
Composer(s): James Harris;
Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson;
The Countdown Singers; David Davidson
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work together
To improve our way of life
Join voices in protest
To social injustice
A generation full of courage
Come forth with me
Chorus:
People of the world today
Are we looking for a better way of life
We are a part of the rhythm nation
People of the world unite
Strength in numbers we can get it right
One time
We are a part of the rhythm nation
This is the test
No struggle no progress
Lend a hand to help
Your brother do his best
Things are getting worse
We have to make them better
It's time to give a damn
Let's work together come on
Repeat Chorus
Donderdag 1 april 1976
The Seal Of Seasons
The Seal Of Seasons
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
The seal of seasons moved with grace
Love
Upon the Orkney oceans face
Love
She swam and moved
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam
Out of the depths she stood before me
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree
It swayed and swum
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam
Her night it came and then she hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled
And flew away
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam
Donderdag 1 april 1976
Cocaine Bill And Morphine Sue
Cocaine Bill And Morphine Sue
(Traditional)
Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue
Strolling down the avenue two by two
Oh, honey
won't you have a little sniff on me
Have a sniff on me
Said Sue to Bill: "It'll do no harm
If we both just have a little shot in the arm"
Said Bill to Sue: "I can't refuse
'Cause there's no more kick in this darned ol' booze"
So they walked down first and they turned up main
Looking for a place they could buy cocaine
They came to a drugstore full of smoke
Where they saw a little sign sayin' "No more coke"
Now in the graveyard on the hill
Lies the body of Cocaine Bill
And in a grave right by his side
Lies the body of his cocaine bride
All o' you cokies is a-gonna be dead
If you don't stop a-sniffin that stuff in your head
Now where they went, no one can tell
It might have been heaven or it might have been ... Sniff”
Donderdag 1 april 1976
Rhythm And Blue Jean Baby
Rhythm And Blue Jean Baby
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
Performer(s): Lynsey De Paul
Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby
Get myself ready on a Saturday Night
with my eye lids painted and my dress real tight
for my one in a million rhythm and blue jean baby
We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby
Heh, Heh, Heh
Yooo oooh
We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my one in a million, rhythm and blue jean baby
Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby
my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby
Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock
Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock
Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock
Woensdag 31 maart 1976
The Scottish Soldier
The Scottish Soldier
(Traditional)
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol
Because these green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away, in that far land
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol
Woensdag 31 maart 1976
Cocaine
