Zondag 18 april 1976
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Zondag 18 april 1976
Ricochet (Rick-O-Shay)
Ricochet (Rick-O-Shay)
Composer(s): Larry Coleman;
Joe Darion; Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Teresa Brewer
They warned me when you kissed me your love would ricochet
Your lips would find another and your heart would go astray
I thought that I could hold you with all my many charms
But then one day you ricocheted to someone else's arms
Chorus:
And baby
I don't want a ricochet romance, I don't want a ricochet love
If you're careless with your kisses, find another turtle dove
I can't live on ricochet romance, no, no not me
If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free
I knew the day I met you, you had a rovin' eye
I thought that I could hold you, what a fool I was to try
You promised you'd be faithful and you would never stray
Then like a rifle bullet, you began to ricochet
Chorus:
When you announced our wedding, you made me mighty proud
I whispered "Two was company" but you preferred a crowd
You buzzed around the other girls just like a busy bee
And when you finished buzzin', cousin, you buzzed right back to me
Chorus:
If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free
Zaterdag 17 april 1976
The Soft Parade
The Soft Parade
Composer(s): Jim Morrison
First release by: The Doors - 1969
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry
Zaterdag 17 april 1976
Sewers Of The Strand
Sewers Of The Strand
Composer(s): Spike Milligan
Performer(s): Spike Milligan; The Goons
Phew! Yes folks, I can understand their feelings because they are about to play
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand on a Sunday afternoon
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be our honeymoon
Ankle deep folks in sludge dear we'll walk hand in hand
They do say that the sewers of the Strand are the finest in the land
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be paradise for two
Who cares if the atmosphere is blue
'Cause there's nothing wrong with a good old British pong
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you...
Ah my darling little bride
We meet by accident, folks -- she ran over me with a tram
Her name was Buler, mine was Jim
I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name
I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil McCavity
He walked with a pronounced limp -- l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks
Oh the worry turned me grey
This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald at the time
Ah, the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring
There was a heavy dew on the grass -- he had just been thrown out of a synagogue for eating during the sermon
I told her 'Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you live in, and live in the squalor I live in'
So, we were married in the Spring, folks
We had the reception in the pond
There was plenty to drink folks
And then off we went! Folks!
Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty
Strand will be a paradise for two (not one but two, folks)
Who cares if the atmosphere is blue (phew!)
'Cause there's nothing wrong (is there) with a good old old British Pong!
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you
I don't mean maybe...
Zaterdag 17 april 1976
Coeur De Rocker
Coeur De Rocker
Dutch Title: Met Rock' N Roll In Mijn Hart
Composer(s): Luc Plamondon; Julien Clerc
Originally performed by: Julien Clerc
Cœur de rocker, cœur de rocker
J'n'étais encore qu'un enfant d'chœur
Qu'j'avais déjà un cœur de rocker
J'n'aimais pas beaucoup l'école
Je n'vivais qu'pour mes idoles yé yé yé
J'n'étais encore qu'un teenager
Qu'j'suis parti vivre ma vie en outsider
Mon père voulait me ret'nir
Tout c'qu'il a trouvé à m'dire
C'est: "tu vas faire mourir ta mère"
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'as jamais aimée
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'a jamais aimée
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même
Comme j'pourrai plus jamais aimer.
De toutes les filles qui m'ont fait craquer
La seule que j'ai vraiment aimée
C'est celle qui m'a quitté
J'ai été bien embêté hé hé hé
C'est vrai qu'j'étais pas très fidèle
Mais j'étais totalement fou d'elle
J'ai voulu la retenir
Tout c'qu'elle a trouvé à me dire
C'est: "Tu vas finir ta vie tout seul"
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'as jamais aimée
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Avec mon cœur de rocker, cœur de rocker
Zaterdag 17 april 1976
Ricky
Ricky
Composer(s): William Sheller
Performer(s): Nicoletta
On jouait aux indiens dans la plaine
On se connaissait à peine
Que depuis quelques heures
J'étais la Parisienne
Que, d'un sourire moqueur
On envoie aux fontaines
Aller cueillir des fleurs
Sont venus au fil des semaines
Les soirs où l'on se promène
Dans les bois qui font peur
Sa main a pris la mienne
Et, de gêne en douceur
Avec le peuple Cheyenne
Il est entré dans mon cœur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier
Sous les yeux des gens qui comprennent
Tous les enfants qui s'aiment
Nous jouiions au bonheur
Je serai toujours la même
Tu seras toujours meilleur
Toi le roi, moi la reine
Allongés dans les fleurs
Puis il a fallu qu'on apprenne
Ce qu'est avoir de la peine
Le train part de bonne heure
Et, pendant qu'il m'emmène
Les yeux d'un indien qui pleure
Avec le peuple Cheyenne
Resteront dans mon cœur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier...
Vrijdag 16 april 1976
The Snowman
The Snowman
Composer(s): Phillip Crosby
Performer(s): Bing Crosby; Frank Sinatra
On a Christmas Eve a happy snowman
Stood and dreamed beside a cottage door
How the children loved their friend the snowman
And the funny fedora he wore
When they said goodnight they told the snowman
That a gift for him was on the tree
So he called himself a lucky snowman
Just like one of the family was he
The cottage porch looked beautiful and bright
The holly wreath was turned on for the night
When all at once it caught on fire and fell
He couldn't knock, he couldn't ring the bell
He couldn't run for help, he couldn't call
But then he had to save the children after all
He knew he'd melt away, and yet the snowman
Threw himself across the burning floor
How the children missed their friend the snowman
But they'll always remember him for
A heart that was brave and the joy that he gave
And the funny fedora he wore
Vrijdag 16 april 1976
The Seventh Son
The Seventh Son
Composer(s): Willie Dixon - Willie Mabon
First release by: Willie Mabon - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists
Everybody's talking about the seventh son
In the whole wide world there is only one
And I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future, it will come to pass
I can do things to you make your heart feel glad
Look in the sky, predict the rain
Tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, oh I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
Heal the sick, raise the dead
Make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
Heal the sick, raise the dead
And make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I'm the one, hey, hey
I'm the one
Oh, I'm the one, babe
Oooo, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
Vrijdag 16 april 1976
Coeur De Loup
Coeur De Loup
Composer(s): Philippe Lafontaine; Juan D'Oultremont
Originally performed by: Philippe Lafontaine
Cœur de Loup
Pas le temps de tout lui dire
Pas le temps de tout lui taire
Juste assez pour tenter la satyre
Qu'elle sente que j'veux lui plaire
Sous le pli de l'emballage
La lubie de faufiler
La folie de rester sage si elle veut
De n'pas l'embrasser
Quand d'un coup d'aile se déplume
Mon œillet luit fait de l'œil
Même hululer sous la lune ne m'fait pas peur
Pourvu qu'elle veuille
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie
Me laisser tenter
La victime est si belle
Et le crime est si gai
Pas besoin de beaucoup
Mais pas de peu non plus
Par le biais d'un billet fou
Lui faire savoir que j'n'en peux plus
C'est le cas du kamikaze
C'est l'abc du condamné
Le légionnaire qui veut l'avantage des voyages
Sans s'engager
Elle est si frêle esquive
Sous mes bordées d'amour
Je suppose qu'elle suppose
Que je l'aimerai toujours
Le doigts sur l'aventure
Le pied dans l'inventaire
Même si l'affaire n'est pas sûre
Ne pas s'enfuir
Ne pas s'en faire
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie
Me laisser tenter
La victime est si belle
Et le crime est si gai
Cœur de loup
Peur du lit
Séduis-la
Sans délais
Suis le swing
C'est le coup de gong du king
Bong!
Cœur de loup
M'as-tu lu
L'appel aux
Gais délits
Sors du ring
C'est le coup de gong du king
Bong!
Pas le temps de tout lui dire
Ni de quitter la scène
Yep! Elle aura beau rougir
De toute façon il faut qu'elle m'aime
Je n'ai qu'un seule envie
Me laisser tenter......................
Cœur de loup
Peur du lit
Séduis-la
Sans délai
Où elle est
O La La
Beau colis
Joli lot
Cœur de loup
M'as-tu lu
L'appel aux
Gais délits
En dit long
Mets l'hola
C'est joli
Quand c'est laid
Vrijdag 16 april 1976
Rickety Tickety Tin
Rickety Tickety Tin
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): The Womenfolk
About a maid I'll sing a song ... sing rickety tickety tin
About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did very one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in
Her mother she could never stand ... sing rickety tickety tin
He mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin
One morning in a fit of pique ... sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique she pushed her father in the creek
the water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin
with gin, we had to make do with gin
She set her sister's hair on fire ... sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flames rose higher
She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, 'olin, playing a violin
She weighted her bother down with stones
She weighted her bother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones and occasional pieces of skin
of skin, ocasional pieces of skin
One day when she had nothing to do .... sing rickety tickety tin
One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in
'bours in, invited the neighbours in
And when at last the police came by ... sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny
For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
a sin, lying she knew was a sin
My tragic tale I won't prolong ... sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong and if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin
you should never have let me begin
Donderdag 15 april 1976
Do You Love Me (Dick Haymes)
Do You Love Me
Composer(s): Harry Ruby
Performer(s): Dick Haymes
and multiple other artists
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Tell me do you?
Do I really mean the whole world to you?
Do you get a glimpse of heaven
When your lips meet mine?
Do nightly dreams of me pursue you?
Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you?
Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you?
Was your life a bore before I knew you?
Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you?
If you love me, tell me that you do
Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you?
Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you?
Was your life a bore before I knew you?
Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you?
If you love me, tell me that you do
Donderdag 15 april 1976
The Seventh Seal
The Seventh Seal
Composer(s): Alex Van Halen - Eddie Van Halen - Michael Anthony - Sammy Hagar
Performer(s): Van Halen
Walk me down to the wishing well
help me find that miracle
splash that holy water on me
drown my faith in trinity, yeah!
oh yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there
gotta get lucky gotta get that done
little bit of luck never hurt no one
come on take me down, down, down...
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, yet
under darken skies
we'll see the light
broken now I can't help but feel
someone cracked the seventh seal
nothing sacred, nothing left unturned
when nothing's simple then nothing's learned
so take me down to the virgin spring
wash away my suffering, oh
splash that holy water on me
wash my eyes so I can see
come on take me down, down, down...
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, not yet
Lord I think I found, found, found...
my mother lode, hey
down, down, down, down, down, down
take me down, down, down, down...
take me
Donderdag 15 april 1976
Coeur De Dieu
Coeur De Dieu
Composer(s): Soeur Sourire (The Singing Nun)
Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers
Dans le coeur de Dieu
J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde
Dans le coeur de Dieu
Les amitiés des hommes
Dans le coeur de Dieu
J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde
Qui chantaient, qui dansaient,
Dans le coeur de Dieu
Tous les fiancés de la terre
Sont nés de l'amour de Dieu
Et leur route de lumière
Les conduit au coeur de Dieu
Toutes les amitiés du monde
Les éveille au joies de Dieu
Toutes les vies de prière
Sont nées de l'amour de Dieu
Elles vont pauvres et légères
Consacrées au coeur de Dieu
Donderdag 15 april 1976
Richland Women Blues
Richland Women Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Give me red lipstick and a bright poppy rouge
A shinglebob haircut and a shot of good booze
Chorus:
Hurry down sweet Daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late your mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything's settin right
My husband gone away 'til late Saturday night
Now I'm rarin' to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is set right for tin lizzy seat
Stop at the fashion shop, get the one that looks best
Your own sweet mama wants a brand new dress
Red rooster says, "Cockadoodle do doo"
The Richland women say, "Any dude will do"
Every Sunday morning, church watchin' me go
My wings sprouted out, the preacher told me so
With rosy red garters and pink hose on my feet
Turkey-red bloomer with a rumble seat
Dress skirt high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Woensdag 14 april 1976
The Snake
The Snake
Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
First release by: Oscar Brown Jr. - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
On her way to work one morning
Down the path along side the lake
A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
"Poor thing," she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"
"Take me in tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
She wrapped him all cozy in a comforter of silk
And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk
She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she'd taken to had bee revived
"Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
She clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful," she cried
"But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died"
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight
Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite
"Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
"I saved you," cried the woman
"And you've bitten me, but why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die"
"Oh shut up, silly woman," said the reptile with a grin
"You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
"Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
Woensdag 14 april 1976
September Of My Years
September Of My Years
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists
One day you turn around, and it's summer
Next day you turn around, and it's fall
And suddenly, all the springs and winters of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all
As a man, who has always had the wandering ways
Now I'm looking back on yesterdays
'Til a long forgotten love appears
And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years
As a man, who has never paused at wishing wells
Now I'm watching children's carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find, I'm smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years
The golden warm September of my years
Woensdag 14 april 1976
Coeur Blessé
Coeur Blessé
English Title: Broken Heart
Composer(s): Georges Aber; John D. Loudermilk; Ralph Siegel
Performer(s): Petula Clark
Cœur blessé, torturé
par tout le mal que tu m'as fait
au fond c'était perdu d'avance
il ne reste aucune chance
alors adieu moi je m'en vais
J'ai le cœur blessé
à tout jamais
il y a de quoi vous rendre fou
quand on a tout perdu d'un coup
adieu je m'en vais le cœur gros
il faut croire que c'était trop beau
Cœur blessé, torturé
par tout le mal que tu m'as fait
rien ne pourra calmer ma peine
je sais, quoi qu'il advienne
je ne pourrai plus t'oublier
J'ai le cœur blessé
à tout jamais...
Woensdag 14 april 1976
Richard Cory
Richard Cory
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists
They say that Richard Cory
Owns one-half of this here town
With political connections
Spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style
But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
That I wish that I could be
Yeah, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Paper's print his pictures
Almost everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the show
And the rumours of his a-parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Well, he surely must be happy
With everythang that he has got
But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be, yea-ah
I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity
And had that common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evenin' headlines read
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head, hu
But I, I, I, work in his factory
And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin'
And I don't dig my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, an' I wish that I could be
Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Ay-hey, I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be
Sometime, I wish that I could be
A-just like a-Richard Cory
Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory
A-Richard Cory
A-Richard Cory
Just like Richard Cory
Dinsdag 13 april 1976
The Smiths And The Jones
The Smiths And The Jones
Composer(s): K. Twomey - A. Goodhart - I. Joseph
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
Who’s building the ships, who’s buying the planes
Who’s manning the tanks and the guns?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons
Who fights in the north, who fights in the south
Who fights in the east and the west?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s best
Oh they won’t be back till they attack
While there’s a job that must be done
Who’s sweethearts will yearn until they return
And who’ll be the happiest one?
But the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons
We the people are working night and day
To set the whole world free
And when I say “we”, it’s easy to see
that I mean you and me
Who’s building the planes? Who’s building the tanks?
Who’s launching the ships by the ton?
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons
Their aim is the same so what’s in a name
There’s just one desire to win
And the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’ve just begun to begin
Oh. They never stop till they’re on top
Why there’s a job that must be done
Who’s paying the tax? Who’s buying the bombs?
Who’s filling the treasury funds
It’s the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons
Right is on their side, they’ll fight with pride
And bring us victory
And last but not least they’ll mop up in the east
And then the united has won
With the Smiths and the Jones
And the Kellys and Cohens
They’re all democracy’s sons
Dinsdag 13 april 1976
Prends La Vie Comme Elle Vient
