Zondag 5 december 1971
Take Me For A Buggy Ride
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Take Me For A Buggy Ride
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Zondag 5 december 1971
Mother's Daughter
Mother's Daughter
Composer(s): Gregg Rolie
Performer(s): Santana
Got no time for foolin' with you baby
Your stupid game is about to end
You played it out
Thought you had it made
And it looks like someone passed you by again
I left her standin' in her corner
She told me she was tryin' to find her way
I've got to leave before I get much older
'Cause she ain't moved in nearly forty days
I've got a woman that's treatin' me better
She takes her time and she ain't so cruel
I've got someone to take you over
Your mother ain't so bad
What happened to you?
Zondag 5 december 1971
Gitarzan
Gitarzan
Composer(s): Ray Stevens; Bill Everette
Performer(s): Ray Stevens;
Cledus T. Judd; Ralph's World
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees without a trapeze
In his B.V.D.'s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play the guitar
Gonna be a big star, yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moon beams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's Guitar course C.O.D.
Makes "A" and "E" and he's working on "B"
Digs "C" and "W" and "R" and "B"
And me and the chimpanzee agree that one day soon he will be a celebrity
Chorus:
Git it, git it, git it, git it...Ow!
Gitarzan, he's a guitar man
He's all you can stand
Give him a hand, Gitarzan
Ahhh (Jungle Yell), Ahhh, Ahhh
He's got a girl named Jane with no last name
Kinda homely and plain but he loves her just the same
Cuz she kindles a flame and it drives him insane
When he hears her sing, she really does her thing
It's her claim to fame, come on, sing one Jane
Baby, baby
Ow, baby, baby (scat)
Baby, baby
Well, they got a pet monkey
He likes to get drunky
And sing boogie woogie and it sounds real funky
Come on, your time boy, sing one monkey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's hear it for the monkey
On saturday night they need some excitement
Jane gets right and the monkey gets tight
And their voices unite in the pale moonlight
And it sounds all right, yeah, it's dynamite, it's out of sight
Let's hear it right.....now
Baby, ahhh, baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, ahhh, baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Chorus
Git it, git it, git it, git it...ow!
Gitarzan and his jungle band
They're all you can stand
Give 'em a hand Gitarzan
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle
(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle
Composer(s): Teddy Powell - Walter Samuels - Leonard Whitcup
Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
Take me back to my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Let me see that gen'ral store
Let me ride that range once more
Give me my boots and saddle
Let me ramble along the prairie
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ropin' steers on old "Bar X"
With my buddies, Slim and Tex
Give me my boots and saddle
Got a hankerin' to be with a banjo on my knee
Strummin' a pretty western tune
There's a gal in Cherokee
And she's waitin' there for me
Waitin' beneath a Texas moon
So take me back to my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Let me greet each blazin' morn
On the ranch where I was born
Give me my boots and saddle
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
Mother's Bible
Mother's Bible
Composer(s): Don Reno
Performer(s): Crowe Brothers
and various other artists
There's a book that Mother left me
That grows sweeter every day
I have often read the pages
Since my Mother passed away
When but just a baby boy
I would sit upon her knee
Mother looked just like an angel
When she read this book to me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear
With the covers worn and old
Mother's bible, much more sweeter
Worth much more to me than gold
And she told me, yes she told me
Just before she went to sleep
If I read it and believed it
Jesus then my soul would keep
Now my Mother's gone to heaven
And sometimes I feel so sad
Then I go get Mother's bible
That she left for me and Dad
Through the years there may be changes
But one change there'll never be
It's that old and faded bible
That my Mother left for me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear
With the covers worn and old
Mother's bible, much more sweeter
Worth much more to me than gold
And she told me, yes she told me
Just before she went to sleep
If I read it and believed it
Jesus then my soul would keep
Zaterdag 4 december 1971
Gitans
Gitans
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Quand t'es parti gitan
Tu as laissé seulement
Une voiture en morceaux
T'as pris tes chaises de bambou
Ta guitare de rien du tout
T'as mis le vent sous ta peau
T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux
T'as mis des pierres sur le feu
Les femmes aux longs cheveux
Ont tout lavé dans des seaux
Séché la linge sur les buissons
Rentré les gosses dans les camions
Sur les paniers de roseaux
Et caressé les oiseaux, caressé les oiseaux
Où allais-tu?
À part les flaques de boue
Et quelques traces de roues
Tu n'as rien voulu laisser
T'as mis ta fierté gitane
Aux rideaux des caravanes
Comme des drapeaux pliés
T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux
Où allais-tu?
J'ai peur des lumières des villes
Des grandes maisons immobiles
Des jardins bâtis tout autour
J'ai peur qu'on emmène d'office
Au bout du fusil des milices
Les enfants de notre amour
Ils traitent nos filles de voleuses
Du fond de leurs maisons peureuses
Pleines de chiens de combat
Ils attachent leurs volailles
Ils surveillent leurs ferrailles
On ne se ressemble pas...
Y a des panneaux depuis
Emplacement interdit
Comme s'il y avait eu la peste
T'as plus qu'à chercher ailleurs
Des gens qui auront moins peur
En espérant qu'il en reste
Et caresser les oiseaux! Et caresser les oiseaux!
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland
Composer(s): Morrison
Performer(s): Cavan O’Connor
There’s a spot called dear old Ireland that is always calling me
An exile from my native land so far across the sea
And every time I see a vessel waiting in the bay
I feel I want to go aboard, and then I want to say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Sure it’s many years since I have seen that land so dear to me
The scenes of happy childhood treasured in my memory
The longing in my heart is growing stronger day by day
To be once more on Irish soil, and that is why I say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Mother's A Redneck Too
Mother's A Redneck Too
Composer(s): John Evans
Performer(s): Roger Creager
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess
I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest;
hey I'm a redneck mother a redneck at best
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I'm a redneck mother I must concede
I wear a red and blue hat it reads "Lonestar Feed"
I raised a cross bred chicken it goes "Quakity-cluck"
I got a kicker bumper sticker on the back of my truck
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon
There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
I'm a redneck mother I must reply
I built a beer can fence nearly 10 foot high
Yonder on my front porch, it's my guard dog Blue
He's a Mississippi leg hound with some legging to do
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon
There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
John why don't we head down to New Orleans?
Could we try to find a bowl of them rice and red beans?
Before we hit the road could you explain what this means?
Sing it for me one more time
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother, a redneck at best
I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
Oh Lord you're a redneck mother and your mother's a redneck too
Vrijdag 3 december 1971
Gitanos En Caravana
Gitanos En Caravana
Composer(s): Quintero; León; Gordillo
Performer(s): Raphael
Gitanos por la carretera
Que fatigan tienen que pena me dan
Errantes sin saber si quiera
Ni de donde vienen ni pa donde van
Gitanos en caravana
Gitano muerto de sed
Ni piedad samaritana
Ni pozo donde beber
Cantando por el mundo entero
Con la voz morena del rey faraon
Lunares, bronces y panderos
Y un rosal de pena en el corazon
Ojos de tiniebla, piel aceitunada
Cintura delgada de palma y jazmin
Cruzan como sombras ya de madrugada
Por una vereda que no tiene fin
La luna lunera les sale al encuentro
Por montes y valles y orillas del mar
Mientras se les clava corazon adentro
Un cuchillo en copla que empieza a cantar
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Take Me Back To Chicago
Take Me Back To Chicago
Composer(s): Daniel Seraphine - David "Hawk" Wolinski
Performer(s): Chicago
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to Chicago
Where music was all I had
I tried to be good as I could
And sometimes that made me sad
Take me back to Chicago, to Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
I still dream of the Lake of peacefulness
The warm summer breeze
'Cause my life was so much simpler then
Street corners and Tastee Freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to Chicago
'Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in Chicago
Why don't you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To Chicago
Take me back, take me back ...
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law
Composer(s): Allen Toussaint
Originally performed by: Ernie K-Doe
Covered by various other artists
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
The worst person I know
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She worries me so
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
If she leave us alone
We would have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Sin should be her name
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
To me they are about the same
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Everytime I open my mouth
Then she tries to put me out
How could she stoop so low
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
I come home with my pay
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She ask me what I made
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law
She thinks her advice is a constitution
If she would leave that should be the solution
And don't come back no more
My mother-in-law, mother-in-law..…
Donderdag 2 december 1971
Gitano
Gitano
Composer(s): M. Gómez Vao; R. Lizo
Performer(s): Raphael
Cuando se pone alegre el sol
Sobre los campos del trigal
Por el camino van los gitanos
Llevando como el caracol su casa a cuestas
Y al azar van los gitanos todos los dias
Ellos no saben del dolor
Y en cada pena hay un cantar
Y a gritos dicen sus alegrias
Cuando se pone alegre el sol
Sobre los campos del trigal
Por el camino van los gitanos
Y al pasar se oye una voz
Entonando esta cancion
Gitano soy
Corro el mundo y no se donde voy
Gitano soy
Lo que gano lo gasto o lo doy
No, no se llorar
Ni en la vida deseo triunfar
No tengo norte, no tengo guia
Para mi todo es igual
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Take Me Back
Take Me Back
Composer(s): Andrae Crouch - Little Walter - Teddy Randazzo
Performer(s): Little Anthony & the Imperials
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
When you belonged to me
I had a jealous mind
Too late I learned that you
Were not the cheating kind
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
My jealous eyes have learned
To take a look or two
They were to blind to see
That I was losing you
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
They say you live and learn
And though I've tried before
I promise never to
Be jealous any more
Take me back I'm begging please
Take me back I'm on my knees
For you to scold me, hurt me, hold me
Darling take me back
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Mother, What'll I Do Now?
Composer(s): George Formby; Cliffe
Performer(s): George Formby
Mother you give good advice
Always you mean well
Now I need it more than ever
I'm inside this cell
I'm behind a prison wall
The bed's so hard and much too small
There's no pyjamas here at all
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
They told me they would treat me swell
Tucked inside my little cell
But up to now it's been like h...!
Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
Tonight I've got a date, you see
But they won't let me have a key
And the warder's won't wait up for me
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
It's hard to pass the time away
I'm in a dangerous mood, I say
I've smoked two cigarettes today
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
First I stand and then I sit
Then I sit and stand a bit
But I can't stand much more of it
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I got such an awful shock
I asked the time, for there's no clock
And the warder said, "Six months Old Cock"
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I ordered lunch from soup to sweet
But they forgot the fish and meat
And since the soup there's nowt to eat
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
I've had such a tummy ache
All night long I've been awake
Some castor oil they made me take
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
We're parted from each other
And that's too bad
You're my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had
I've played Peter-fly-away-Paul
I've played tiddlywinks and all
I've written rude words upon the wall
Oh, Mother what'll I do now
Woensdag 1 december 1971
Gitane
Gitane
Composer(s): Maurice Robin; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Dalida
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Devant le grand café aux tables ennuyées
Tout c'est ensoleillé quand elle est arrivée
La gitane
Fille d'Esmeralda tu déroules tes bras
Et tes yeux noirs défient les hommes
Et leurs envies
Lorsque tes reins se cassent tes longs cheveux ramassent
Le soleil en pépite et ton ventre palpite
Bourgeois et va-nu-pied te regardent danser
Mais les femmes voudraient bien que tu ailles plus loin
Tu ris à pleine dent et continue le bal
Comme un jeune animal qui ce saoul en tournant
On ne sait d'où tu viens
On ne sait ou tu vas
Poussez sur le chemin
Comme une fleur des bois
Gitane, gitane, gitane
Dans le feu de la danse lorsque le voile glisse
De tes seins qui frémissent y a de drôle de silence
Oh gitane
Tes jambes nues piétinent les regrets qui cheminent
Dans les yeux de bado qui caressent ta peau
Fini le tourbillon tu passes et fais la quête
Frôlant de ton jupon Les spectateurs honnêtes
"Sois généreux senor la jeunesse de mon corps
Sa vaut bien un peu d'or même un peu plus encore"
Et riant aux éclats déjà sous les platanes
Déjà sous les platanes
Est partie la gitane
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Take Me Away/Let's Love
Take Me Away/Let's Love
((French & Italian Versions: Si Tu M'emportes (Charles Aznavour); Se Tu Mi Porti (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Al Kasha - Joel Hirshhorn
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Take me away to magical fountains
As fresh and young and still unsung as you are now
And I will swim forever there
The tide of pure white water is you, beautifully new
Take me away to whispering mountains
We’ll climb the peak until we’re weak, but satisfied
Your Spring is just beginning now
You're like a flower growing free, growing for me
Make me see your world
Come love me and make me see your world
Just love me and let me be your world
Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me away to worlds of seclusion
We'll stay afloat aboard the boat of all your dreams
The coast may be a crazy one
Until we find that secret shore we're searching for
Take me away in clouds of illusion
Through all the burning hills and deserts of your mind
Show me where all your thoughts exist
And teach me what I've missed without you in my life
Make me see your world
Come love me and make me see your world
Just love me and let me be your world
Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me to the hills, valleys and mountain tops
Your boat of dreams, the raging streams you're sailing on
It doesn't matter where we go if I can hold you close today
So lock the door, take me away
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Mother Of Mine, I Still Have You
Mother Of Mine, I Still Have You
Composer(s): Louis Silvers; Grant Clarke; Al Jolson
Performer(s): Al Jolson
Mother, I'm sorry I've wandered away
Breaking your heart as I did
Now that I've grown up, I've come back to say
Things that I felt as a kid, Dear
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me
I still have you, somehow you're just the the same
Mother divine, with your arms about me
I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny
That's when my pals all want me
When things go wrong and they don't want me
Mother, I still have you
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me
I still have you, somehow you're just the same
Mother divine, with your arms about me
I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny
That's when my pals all want me
And when things go wrong and they don't want me
Mother, I still have you
Dinsdag 30 november 1971
Gitana, Gitana
Gitana, Gitana
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Femme de feu, femme de flammes
Couleur de sang d'un coeur ouvert
Comme un poignard entrant dans l'âme
Ton regard transperce la chair
A peine enfant et déjà fille
Et mûre avant d'être pubère
Quand tu marches sous ta mantille
Les hommes voient
Naître avec toi
Tous leurs enfers.
Fille du vent et du soleil
Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses
Avec une fleur à l'oreille
Tu assassines l'assistance
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et quand les machos Espagnols
Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux
Des talons tu frappes le sol
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Cheveux noirs et regard de braise
Le teint mat de vivre au grand air
Roulant des hanches très à l'aise
Tu te fais vagues sur la mer
Tes seins dansent sous ton corsage
Et tout en toi devient charnel
Et quand tu les frôles au passage
Les hommes meurent
De ton odeur
De poivre et miel
Fille du vent et du soleil
Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses
Avec une fleur à l'oreille
Tu assassines l'assistance
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et quand les machos Espagnols
Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux
Des talons tu frappes le sol
Gitana, Gitana, Gitana
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour
Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Maandag 29 november 1971
Take Me As I Am
Take Me As I Am
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Why must you always try to make me over?
Take me as I am or let me go
White lilies never grow on stalks of clover
Take me as I am or let me go
You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love
In the image of someone you used to know
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go
You've tried to change me ever since you've met me
Take me as I am or let me go
If you can not overlook my faults, forget me
Take me as I am or let me go
You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love
In the image of someone you used to know
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go
Maandag 29 november 1971
Mother You, Smother You
