Zondag 31 juli 1977
Country Comfort
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Country Comfort
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Zondag 31 juli 1977
J'Ai Gardé L'Accent
J'Ai Gardé L'Accent
Composer(s): James Bernard; G. Bonheur
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent
qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est l'ail du potager, l'huile de l'olivier, le raisin de la treille
C'est le micocoulier où jouent les écoliers
Qu'une cigale égaye
Quand la mer de Pagnol en retenant ses vagues
S'endort en rêvassant
Et rêve d'un marin qui lui passe la bague
La mer à notre accent!
Quand le vent de Mistral décoiffe les marchandes
Jouant au Tout Puissant
Et qu'il nous fait le ciel plus bleu que la lavande
Le vent à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est le mas paternel, aux murs couleur de miel, aux tomates vermeilles
C'est la tuile du toit, comme un peu de patois que le soir ensoleille
Quand la nuit de Daudet aux moulins met des voiles
Qui tournent en crissant
Et que ça grouille au ciel des millions d'étoiles
La mer à notre accent!
Quand l'été de Giono revient en transhumance
Et que les estivants, imitent en riant
Le parler de Provence
Le monde à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille
C'est l'accent du clocher, la Noël des bergers dans la nuit des merveilles
C'est l'orgueil provençal, la gloire de Mistral
C'est l'accent de... Mireille!
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
Thirteen
Thirteen
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1994
Covered by multiple other artists
Bad-luck wind been blowing on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
With a number 13 tatooed on my neck
That ink starts to itch
Black gon' turn to red
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
List of lives I've broken
Reach from here to hell
And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
Pray you don't look, and pray I don't look back
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Found me with a preacher man confessin' all I done
Catch me with the devil playing 21
And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to
Bring trouble wherever I'm at
I was born in the soul of misery and I
Never had me a name
They just gave me a number
When I was young
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
Country Bumpkin
Country Bumpkin
Composer(s): Don Wayne
Performer(s): Cal Smith
He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
And with a long soft Southern drawl said
"I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"
A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down
And she thought "I wonder how on earth
That country bumpkin found his way to town"
She said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
"I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'"
"Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?"
It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain
Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came
That same woman's face was wrapped up
In a raptured look of love and tenderness
As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast
And she said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'"
"Mamma loves her country bumpkin"
Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place
The heavy hand of time had not erased
The raptured wonder from the woman's face
She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run
But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son
And she said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
"See you later, country bumpkin"
She said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'
Zaterdag 30 juli 1977
J'Ai Froid
J'Ai Froid
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Le vent du midi s'abat en rafales
Sur la vallée noire où les arbres ploient
Leurs bras désolés fument des gitanes
J'ai froid
Une fois de plus tous les droits de l'homme
Sont foulés aux pieds sont jetés à bas
Les maîtres sanglés dans leurs uniformes
J'ai froid
Une fois de plus la grande injustice
La force imbécile triomphe du droit
Quand la liberté tombe sa pelisse
J'ai froid
Encore une fois les lettres anonymes
La bêtise épaisse en guise de loi
La salve éclatant au milieu de l'hymne
J'ai froid
Si la bête immonde sort de sa tanière
Nous retrouverons le chemin des bois
Mets dans ma valise un gros pull-over
J'ai froid
Dans tes yeux soudain ivres de colère
La révolte éclaire un grand feu de bois
Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
J'ai froid
Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre
J'ai froid
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
Third World
Third World
Composer(s): Arthur Kent - Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Johnny & Jonie Mosby
The fool's in my world, the blind in your world
They always say we're different and try to keep us apart
Let's build a third world, our own kind of third world
A place where all that matters will be the love in our hearts
Let's build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We meet in secret and kiss in shadow
Why must we go on hiding our love so no one can see
I dream that someday we'll walk in the sunshine
And when our new tomorrow comes back the way it will be
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world
A world where all that counts is love
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)
Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert - Brian Potter
Performer(s): Glen Campbell
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get a house in the hills
You're payin' everyone's bills
And they tell you that you're gonna go far
But in the back of my mind
I hear it time after time
"Is that who you really are?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Talkin' on the telephone
Settin' up another day of people to meet
You've gotta do what's right
You've gotta spend the night
Stayin' in touch with the street
When you're surrounded by friends
They say the fun never ends
But I guess I'll never figure it out
'Cause in the back of my mind
I hear it time after time
"Is this what it's all about?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
But your mind's on Tennessee
Lookin' back, I can remember the time
When I sang my songs for free
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A.
Take a look at everything you own
But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home ...
Vrijdag 29 juli 1977
J'Ai Eu Tort
J'Ai Eu Tort
Composer(s): J. Albertini; J. Denjean
Performer(s): Christophe
J'ai eu tort de ne pas croire en toi
Surtout ne m'en veut pas
Je ne t'oublierai pas
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi
Je te pleure aujourd'hui
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De promener ma vie
Au long des heures qui courent
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
J'ai eu tort de te faire du cinéma
De jouer le drôle de gars
Qui n'a besoin de personne
J'ai eu tort de te crier souvent
Je t'en supplie va-t'en
Je t'aimais bien pourtant
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De promener ma vie
Au long des heures qui courent
Je suis seul mais je suis incapable
De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent
J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
J'ai eu tort de t'avoir fait pleurer
Mais je le reconnais laisse moi regretter
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi
Je te pleure aujourd'hui
J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro
Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois
J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie
Je t'en supplie crois-moi je te pleure aujourd'hui...
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
Third Stone From The Sun
Third Stone From The Sun
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Starfleet to scoutship, please give your position
Over
I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called the sun
Over
You mean its the earth?
Over
Positive
It is known to have some form of intelligent species
Over
I think we should take a look
Strange beautiful grass of green
With your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine
Strange beautiful grass of green
With your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine
Although your world wonders me
With your majestic and superior cackling hen
Your people I do not understand
So to you I shall put an end
And you'll
Never hear
Surf music again
Secret
Oh, secret
Oh
Shhhh...
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
Country Boy (Ricky Skaggs)
Country Boy
Composer(s): Tony Colton; Albert Lee; Raymond Smith
Performer(s): Ricky Skaggs
I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
I may look like a bank teller
Pushing facts in a file
But I'd rather be a haul collar
Shooing foot home in style
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart
Donderdag 28 juli 1977
J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
J'Ai Eu Ma Dose
Composer(s): P. Breslin; J. Top; S. Perathoner
Performer(s): Nicoletta
J'ai fait la malle
Du meilleur et du pire
A part égale
C'est suffisant à dire
J'ai eu ma dose
La journée s'achève
Et c'est chacun pour soi
Le vent qui se lève
Me ramene à toi
J'ai eu ma dose
J'ai tracé la route
J'ai brîlé tous les feux
Sans la patience ni la confiance en Dieu
Mais ça, c'est, oui, tout ça, c'est, c'est du passé
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Tellement d'autres choses
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
Envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Tellement d'autres choses
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
J'ai envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
Des romans roses
J'ai envie de toi...
J'ai envie de toi.
J'ai eu ma dose...
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
Autre chose
Jusqu'au bout de la nuit
Jusqu'au bout des doigts
Tout le long de la vie
Envie de toi
J'ai eu ma dose
J'ai envie
Que l'on vive
D'autres choses...
Woensdag 27 juli 1977
Third Rate Romance
Third Rate Romance
Composer(s): Russell Smith
First release by: Jesse Winchester - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was starin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze
And talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
When they left the bar
They got in his car
And they drove away
He drove to the family inn
She didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know what for
And he went to the desk
And made his request
While she waited outside
Then he came back with the key
She said, "Give it to me
And I'll unlock the door"
She kept saying
"I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you"
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
And he said, "Yes I have
But only a time or two"
Third rate romance
Low rent redezvous
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
Third rate romance
Low rent rendezvous
Woensdag 27 juli 1977
Country Boy (Fats Domino)
Country Boy
Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew
Performer(s): Fats Domino
Have you heard the story, of a little country boy?
He is always happy and full of joy
Nothing in this world, that he's thinking of
All he really cares for is the one he loves
And the moon above
Stars above
Heaven above
That is all he thinking of
Now you heard my story, darling can't you see
That little country boy, happens to be me
Have you heard the story, of the little country boy?
He is always happy and full of joy
Nothing in this world that he's thinking of
All he really cares for is the one he love
And the moon above
Stars above
Heaven above
That is all he's thinking of
Now you heard my story, darling can't you see
That little country boy, happens to be me
Woensdag 27 juli 1977
J'Ai Épousé Une Ombre
J'Ai Épousé Une Ombre
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Un jour comme aujourd'hui
Ou les rues étaient sombre
J'ai épousé une ombre
Sans savoir qui elle était
Du temps où je me battais
Contre des ombres
Je l'ai vu sous la pluie
Dans l'éclair de ma lame
Ses yeux étaient de flamme
Au matin de cette nuit
J'ai dit tu seras ma femme
Elle a dit oui
Ses silences, ses absences
Sa défense, ma souffrance
Ma lame je voudrais qu'elle entre
Qu'elle entre
Jusqu'à la gare dans le ventre
Des hommes qu'elles regardent
Un jour sur cette terre
J'ai épousé une ombre
Une femme mystère
Passagère et solitaire
D'où vient-elle
Et qui est-elle
Mais qui est-elle
Une fille comme cette fille
Met le soleil à l'ombre
J'ai épousé une ombre
Qui me suit et qui s'évade
Prisonnière de nomades
J'en suis malade
Ses silences, ses absences
Sa défense, ma souffrance
Je ne suis pas dans ses rêves
Et j'en crève
Je les hais et les poignarde
Des hommes qu'elles regardent
Un jour sur cette terre
J'ai épousé une ombre
Une femme mystère
Passagère et solitaire
D'où vient-elle
Et qui est-elle
Mais qui est-elle
D'où vient-elle
Et qui est-elle
Mais qui est-elle
Dinsdag 26 juli 1977
Thinking Of You (Lewis James)
Thinking Of You
Composer(s): Harry Ruby - Bert Kalmar
Performer(s): Lewis James
and multiple other artists
Why is it I spend the day
Wake up and end the day
Thinking of you
Oh, why does it do this to me
Is it such bliss to be
Thinking of you
And when I fall asleep at night, it seems
You just tiptoe into all my dreams
So, I think of no other one
Ever since I've begun
Thinking of you
Why is it I spend the day
Wake up and end the day
Thinking of you
Oh, why does it do this to me
Is it such bliss to be
Thinking of you
And when I fall asleep at night, it seems
You just tiptoe into all my dreams
So, I think of no other one
Ever since I've begun
Thinking of you
Dinsdag 26 juli 1977
Country Baptizing
Country Baptizing
Performer(s): Gram Parsons & the Fallen Angels
Travelling down a country road on
a Sunday morning
Saw a crowd gathered at the creek
at a little country farm
I thought that I'd go closer so
I might see and hear
Why they looked so happy there
without a thing to fear
Was a good old country baptizing
I was at that day
They'd preach awhile and sing awhile
then they'd all kneel down and pray
God's spirit seemed to fill the air
and every soul was clean
at a good old country baptizing
down at the creek
I heard an old and gentle voice
say right at the end
We're so glad to have you here
Welcome down, my friends
We've had a big revival, sir
down to the wheat
Now we're having a country baptizing
down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing
I was at that day
They'd preach awhile and sing awhile
then they'd all kneel down and pray
God's spirit seemed to fill the air
and every soul was clean
at a good old country baptizing
down at the creek
Well among them happy I'll be
Among that happy throng
See them all go air their sins
while they're at their own
They seem to be saying
with smiles on their face
Some day when I move along
to my resting place
Was a good old country baptizing
I was at that day
They'd preach awhile and sing awhile
then they'd all kneel down and pray
God's spirit seemed to fill the air
and every soul was clean
at a good old country baptizing
down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing
I was at that day
They'd preach awhile and sing awhile
then they'd all kneel down and pray
God's spirit seemed to fill the air
and every soul was clean
at a good old country baptizing
down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing
I was at that day
They'd preach awhile and sing awhile
then they'd all kneel down and pray
God's spirit seemed to fill the air
and every soul was clean
at a good old country baptizing
down at the creek
Dinsdag 26 juli 1977
J'Ai Entendu La Mer
J'Ai Entendu La Mer
Composer(s): Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe
Châteaux de sable sont écroulés
La plage est sale d'amours fanés
La ville est pleine de place vides
La route de guet s'est endormie
{Refrain:}
J'ai entendu la mer
Souvent me fredonner
Tu sais je m'ennuie l'hiver!
Pourquoi passe-t-il l'été?
Bateau perdu cherche son maître
Qui lui rendra la liberté
Le port le tient dans sa cachette
Et lui promet de la retrouver
{au Refrain}
Châteaux de sable sont écroulés
La plage est sale d'amours fanés
Bateau perdu cherche son maître
Qui lui rendra la liberté
{au Refrain, 2x}
Maandag 25 juli 1977
Thinking Of You (Edgar Broughton Band)
Thinking Of You
Performer(s): Edgar Broughton Band
When I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue
It was a seemingly tragic affair at the end
And just when we all were about to pretend
I saw through his eyes as the sentence he spoke
He stood up his tongue was beginning to poke
All the fun from your head to make you feel dead
All the fun from your head to make you feel dead
But when I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue
And it came to them slowly I seem to recall
Like the hate came to Hitler and the hope into Saul
They were all walking sidewards as they came through the door
As trivial as a tycoon in a travesty of law
Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come
Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come
So when I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue
As the lepers were leaving in grey limousines
They were all dealing out their black barrister dreams
But they never once noticed what hung on his heel
Was a sign painted backwards and it said the word Real
But never you fear there wasn't a tear
No never you fear there wasn't a tear
Maandag 25 juli 1977
Country Anthem
Country Anthem
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
Performer(s): Hoyt Axton
Do you really think you'd recognise him
If he came walkin' up to you?
If he came back again, they'd hit him in the head
And nail him to the doorway of their lies
An' they would not blame each other
But another crazy brother
An' salute the flag an' mother when he died
And count the blood red silver in their minds
And count the lives of children like their dimes
An' what's a dime, one more time?
New release
Mmm mmm mmm
I'd like to sing our country's anthem
But I can't seem to make it ring
Old Frank Keyes, the man who wrote it
Obviously didn't sing
Mmmm
Maandag 25 juli 1977
J'Ai Du Sentiment Pour Toi
