Woensdag 29 december 1971
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Woensdag 29 december 1971
Tora Pou Pas Stin Xenitia
Tora Pou Pas Stin Xenitia
((French Version: Celui Que J'aime (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Manos Hadjidakis - Nikos Gatsos
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Tora pou pas stin xenitia, pouli tha gino tou notia
Grigora na s' antamoso
Yia na sou fero to stavro pou mou paragiles na vro
Dachtilidi na sou doso
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli
Hrisi mou agapi, eche yia, na 'ne mazi sou i panayia
Ki otan 'rthi to peristeri
Tha 'ho kremasi filachto sto parathyri t' anichto
Tin kardia mou san asteri
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli
Isoun kiparissi stin avli agapimeno
Pios tha mou harisi to fili pou perimeno
St' omorfo akrogiali kartero na mou 'rthis pali
San mikro, haroumeno pouli
Woensdag 29 december 1971
Mourir Sur Scène
Mourir Sur Scène
(English, Italian, & Spanish Versions: Born To Sing; Quando Nasce Un Nuovo Amore; Morir Cantando)
Composer(s): Michel Jouveaux; Jeff Barnel
First release by: Dalida - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seule
Quand le rideau un jour tombera
Je veux qu'il tombe derrière moi
Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seul
Moi qui ai tout choisi dans ma vie
Je veux choisir ma mort aussi
Il y a ceux qui veulent mourir un jour de pluie
Et d'autres en plein soleil
Il y a ceux qui veulent mourir seuls dans un lit
Tranquilles dans leur sommeil
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
Devant les projecteurs
Oui je veux mourir sur scène
Le cœur ouvert tout en couleurs
Mourir sans la moindre peine
Au dernier rendez-vous
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
En chantant jusqu'au bout
Viens, mais ne vient pas quand je serai seule
Tous les deux on se connaît déjà
On s'est vu de près souviens-toi
Viens, mais ne viens pas quand je serai seule
Choisis plutôt un soir de gala
Si tu veux danser avec moi
Ma vie a brûlé sous trop de lumières
Je ne peux pas partir dans l'ombre
Moi je veux mourir fusillée de lasers
Devant une salle comble
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
Devant les projecteurs
Oui je veux mourir sur scène
Le cœur ouvert tout en couleurs
Mourir sans la moindre peine
Au dernier rendez-vous
Moi je veux mourir sur scène
En chantant jusqu'au bout
Musique
Mourir sans la moindre peine
D'une mort bien orchestrée
Moi, je veux mourir sur scène
C'est là que je suis née
Woensdag 29 december 1971
Give Me Louisiana
Give Me Louisiana
Composer(s): Doralice Fontane; Dr. John Croom
Give me Louisiana
The State where I was born
The State of snowy cotton
The best I've ever known
A State of sweet magnolias
And Creole melodies
Oh give me Louisiana
The State where I was born
Oh what sweet old mem'ries
The mossy old oaks bring
It brings us the story
of our Evangeline
A State of old tradition
of old plantation days
Makes good ole Louisiana
The sweetest of all States
Woensdag 29 december 1971
Oh! Carol
Oh! Carol
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh! Carol, I am but a fool
Darling I love you though you treat me cruel
You hurt me and you made me cry
But if you leave me I will surely die
Darling there will never be another
'Cause I love you so
don't ever leave me
Say you'll never go
I will always want you for my sweetheart
No matter what you do
Oh! Carol, I'm so in love with you
Oh, Carol …
Darling …
Dinsdag 28 december 1971
Take Off
Take Off
Composer(s): Kerry Crawford - Marc Giacomelli - Jonathan Goldsmith - Rick Moranis - Dave Thomas
Performer(s): Bob & Doug McKenzie
This is where the DJ talks
Don't say anything, okay?
Okay, eh?
Cooo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coooo!
Cooo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coooo!
Okay
Good day
Welcome to our single
I'm Bob McKenzie and this is my brother Doug
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I like that
Okay
(Okay)
Okay, everyone
This record was my idea
Get out!
It was
You're lying!
He... Hosehead here just sort of rid on my coattails
Why are you doing this? It was our idea together, eh?
Yeah, okay
(Yeah, okay)
We agreed to... to say that, but...
Ah, take off!
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!
Decent singing, eh?
Yeah
Yeah, he's good
Okay, so Good Day
Our topic today is music
That's right like, 'cause my brother and I are now experts in the field
Yeah, right, 'cause we're a band now
(Yeah, yeah, so...)
And ummm... Well, except for him, I'm a band
Aww
How can you do that? Making me look bad
You're such a hosehead
Yea? Well, take off!
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!
Hey, hosehead
Yeah, what?
Yeah, listen to this what's coming
You know what it is?
What?
It's a drum solo!
Okay, everyone, like this is me on the drums!
Oh, get out! It is not
You're not...
It is so!
Stop lying, will ya?
Take off, eh!
Aww...
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off!
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooo!
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooo!
(Repeat to end of song)
Beauty, eh?
Like magic, eh? It's coming in
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels
Hey, hosehead
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
Take off! That can't be it!
Well... It is, yeah
Yeah, it is
Why?
Because, well, hit records are short
Like, they...
No way
... yeah, they're not that long
Okay
So, that's our topic for today
So, Good Day!
Good day!
Ay, you guys!
What?
Take off!
Wait! No!
Hey! Don't go!
No! Come back, eh?
Aww
Look what you did! Everybody's gone because of you!
You said...
Come back! I won't let him do it again!
My fault, eh?
Yeah, your fault
You are such a hoser
There's no way I'll ever do another record with you Hoser
Okay, that's fine! I'll do a solo album
Fine then, you'll be looking for me...
Yeah? I will not
...on another label
Aww
Now everybody's gone
So?
Good day!
Good day!
Dinsdag 28 december 1971
Mourir Pour Des Idées
Mourir Pour Des Idées
Italian Titles: Morire Per Delle Idee; Morire Per Un'idea
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Originally performed by: Georges Brassens
Covered by various other artists
Mourir pour des idées, l'idée est excellente
Moi j'ai failli mourir de ne l'avoir pas eu
Car tous ceux qui l'avaient, multitude accablante
En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus
Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente
Abjurant ses erreurs, se rallie à leur foi
Avec un soupçon de réserve toutefois
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente,
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Jugeant qu'il n'y a pas péril en la demeure
Allons vers l'autre monde en flânant en chemin
Car, à forcer l'allure, il arrive qu'on meure
Pour des idées n'ayant plus cours le lendemain
Or, s'il est une chose amère, désolante
En rendant l'âme à Dieu c'est bien de constater
Qu'on a fait fausse route, qu'on s'est trompé d'idée
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Les saint jean bouche d'or qui prêchent le martyre
Le plus souvent, d'ailleurs, s'attardent ici-bas
Mourir pour des idées, c'est le cas de le dire
C'est leur raison de vivre, ils ne s'en privent pas
Dans presque tous les camps on en voit qui supplantent
Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité
J'en conclus qu'ils doivent se dire, en aparté
"Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente"
Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice
Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles
Et la question se pose aux victimes novices
Mourir pour des idées, c'est bien beau mais lesquelles ?
Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes
Quand il les voit venir, avec leur gros drapeau
Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Encor s'il suffisait de quelques hécatombes
Pour qu'enfin tout changeât, qu'enfin tout s'arrangeât
Depuis tant de "grands soirs" que tant de têtes tombent
Au paradis sur terre on y serait déjà
Mais l'âge d'or sans cesse est remis aux calendes
Les dieux ont toujours soif, n'en ont jamais assez
Et c'est la mort, la mort toujours recommencée
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
O vous, les boutefeux, ô vous les bons apôtres
Mourez donc les premiers, nous vous cédons le pas
Mais de grâce, morbleu! laissez vivre les autres!
La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici bas
Car, enfin, la Camarde est assez vigilante
Elle n'a pas besoin qu'on lui tienne la faux
Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds!
Mourrons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Dinsdag 28 december 1971
Give Me Just A Little More Time
Give Me Just A Little More Time
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar; Brian Holland; Edyth Wayne
Performer(s): Chairmen Of The Board;
and various other artists
Chorus:
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Life's too short to make a mistake
Let's think of each other and hesitate
Young and impatient we may be
There's no need to act foolishly
If we part our hearts won't forget it
Years from now we'll surely regret it
Chorus
You're young and you're in a hurry
You're eager for love but don't you worry
We both want the sweetness in life
But these things don't come overnight
Don't give up cos love's been slow
Boy, we're gonna succeed with another blow
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Baby please baby
Baby please baby
Love is that mountain we must climb
Let's climb it together your hand in mine
We haven't known each other too long
But the feeling I have is oh so strong
I know we can make it there's no doubt
We owe it to ourselves to find it out
Just
Chorus
Give me just a little more time
And our love will surely grow
Baby, please baby
Baby, please baby
Chorus: (repeat and fade)
Maandag 27 december 1971
Take My Heart
Take My Heart
Composer(s): Bill Borrelli - Pat Genaro
Performer(s): Al Martino
Take my heart, it’s yours forever
Tell me yours is mine alone
Since we met I can’t forget you
Love like this I’ve never known
Every single beat tells the same refrain
Won’t you please believe me
Darling, if we part, with you goes my heart
So don’t deceive me
Hear my plea and say you love me
Please be mine and take my heart
Oh, you should know I love you madly
Please be mine and take my heart
Maandag 27 december 1971
Morire Per Delle Idee
Morire Per Delle Idee (aka Morire Per Un'idea)
French Title: Mourir Pour Des Idées
Composer(s): Georges Brassens; Fabrizio De André
Performer(s): Fabrizio De André
and various other artists
(Originally performed by: Georges Brassens)
Morire per delle idee, l'idea è affascinante
per poco io morivo senza averla mai avuta
perchè chi ce l'aveva, una folla di gente
gridando "viva la morte" proprio addosso mi è caduta
Mi avevano convinto e la mia musa insolente
abiurando i suoi errori, aderì alla loro fede
dicendomi peraltro in separata sede
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta
Approfittando di non essere fragilissimi di cuore
andiamo all'altro mondo bighellonando un poco
perchè forzando il passo succede che si muore
per delle idee che non han più corso il giorno dopo
Ora se c'è una cosa amara, desolante
è quella di capire all'ultimo momento
che l'idea giusta era un'altra, un altro movimento
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta
ma di morte lenta
Gli apostoli di turno che apprezzano il martirio
lo predicano spesso per novant'anni almeno
Morire per delle idee sarà il caso di dirlo
è il loro scopo di vivere, non sanno farne a meno
E sotto ogni bandiera li vediamo superare
il buon matusalemme nella longevità
per conto mio si dicono in tutta intimità
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta
A chi va poi cercando verità meno fittizie
ogni tipo di setta offre moventi originali
e la scelta è imbarazzante per le vittime novizie
morire per delle idee è molto bello ma per quali
E il vecchio che si porta già i fiori sulla tomba
vedendole venire dietro il grande stendardo
pensa "speriamo bene che arrivino in ritardo"
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta, va bè
ma di morte lenta
E voi gli sputafuoco, e voi i nuovi santi
crepate pure per primi noi vi cediamo il passo
però per gentilezza lasciate vivere gli altri
la vita è grosso modo il loro unico lusso
tanto più che la carogna è già abbastanza attenta
non c'è nessun bisogno di reggerle la falce
basta con le garrote in nome della pace
moriamo per delle idee, va bè, ma di morte lenta
ma di morte lenta
Maandag 27 december 1971
Give Me Forty Acres
Give Me Forty Acres
Composer(s): Earl Green; John William Greene
Performer(s): The Willis Brothers;
Jim McReynolds; Red Simpson
He was headin' into Boston in a big, long diesel truck
It was his first trip to Boston, he was having lots of luck
He was going the wrong direction down a one-way street in town
And this is what he said when the police chased him down
Chorus:
Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around
It's the easiest way that I've found ...
Some guys can turn it on a dime or turn it right downtown
But I need forty acres to turn this rig around
When he finally found where to unload, he had a dreadful shock
His trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock
And as he looked around him through the tears he made this sound
Oh, give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around
Chorus
When he finally got unloaded, he was glad to leave the town
He was very, very happy, headin' back to Alabam'
When up ahead he saw a sign, said; "You are Northward bound"
He said; "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around"
He was driving down the right lane, when ahead he saw a sign
Now he's gotta make a left turn, but he cannot get in line
And the tears were streaming down his cheeks and they all heard him yell
"Give me forty sticks of dynamite and I'll blow this thing to ...!"
Chorus
Zondag 26 december 1971
You Take My Breath Away (Claire Hamill)
You Take My Breath Away
Composer(s): Claire Hamill
First release by: Claire Hamill - 1974
Sometimes it amazes me
how strong the power of love can be
and sometimes you just take my breath away
You've watched my love grow like a child
sometimes gentle and sometimes wild
and sometimes you just take my breath away
It's too good to slip by
it's too good to lose
too good to be there just to use
Gonna stand on a mountain top and tell the news
that you take my breath away
Your beauty is there in all I see
and when I feel your eyes on me
ooh don't you know you just take my breath away
My life is yours
my heart will be
singing for you eternally
oh don't you know you just take my breath away
It's too good to slip by
it's too good to lose
too good to be there just to use
Gonna stand on a mountain top and tell the news
that you take my breath away
Sometimes it amazes me
how strong the power of love can be
and sometimes you just take my breath away
My life is yours
my heart will be
singing for you eternally
oh don't you know you just take my breath away
It's too good to slip by
it's too good to lose
too good to be there just to use
Gonna stand on a mountain top and tell the news
that you take my breath away
Zondag 26 december 1971
Mourir En Toi
Mourir En Toi
Composer(s): Georges Chelon; Claude Valois
Performer(s): Georges Chelon
Plus fort que les mots, il y a le silence
Et nos corps lentement balancent
Au-delà des serments qui mentent comme les rêves
Il y a l'envie de boire tes lèvres
Sur le sable encore chaud, donne-moi rien qu'une heure
Je veux mourir en toi comme les vagues meurent
Surtout ne me dis pas d'où tu viens, où tu vas
Tu es femme et tu es l'autre moitié de moi
Et puis mourir en toi
Et puis me fondre en toi
Comme l'eau dans la terre
Le fleuve dans la mer
Je veux me perdre en toi
Et puis mourir en toi
Et puis me fondre en toi
Comme un vaisseau perdu
Je ne reviendrai plus
Je veux mourir en toi
J'ai les yeux grands ouverts
Mais je ne te vois pas
Tu me serres, et pourtant j'ai froid
J'entends battre ton cœur
Mais c'est plus comme avant
Avant je l'entendais dedans
Pourquoi m'as-tu chassé?
J'étais bien dans ton ventre
Je veux y retourner
J'ai peur et tu me manques
Et puis mourir en toi
Et puis me fondre en toi
Comme l'eau dans la terre
Le fleuve dans la mer
Je veux me perdre en toi
Et puis mourir en toi
Et puis me fondre en toi
Comme un vaisseau perdu
Je ne reviendrai plus
Je veux mourir en toi
Zondag 26 december 1971
Give Me Back That Old Familiar Feeling
Give Me Back That Old Familiar Feeling
Composer(s): Bill C. Graham
Performer(s): Glen Campbell;
Denny Doherty; Sara Gazarek;
Wayne Newton; Cliff Richard; The Whites
I keep waiting for a song to come and sing you back to me
I never felt so free as when I had you
Our rhythm was the best that's touched the likes of me
I was really me when I had you
Give me back that old familiar feeling
It left me feeling like I was someone
Give me back the song we sang in harmony
Just you and me singing together
My radio still plays the songs you like to hear
I wish you were here; oh, I need you
I'll take the time and tune the station in real clear
As if you were here; oh, I love you
Give me back that old familiar feeling
It left me feeling like I was someone
Give me back the song we sang in harmony
Just you and me singing together
Give me back that old familiar feeling
It left me feeling like I was someone
Give me back the song we sang in harmony
Just you and me singing together
Give me back that old familiar feeling
It left me feeling like I was someone
Give me back the song we sang in harmony
Just you and me singing together
Zaterdag 25 december 1971
Take My Breath Away
Take My Breath Away
Composer(s): Margo Smith
Performer(s): Margo Smith
I've been waitin', waitin' so long
For you to bring your love, where it belongs
Lord knows I've prayed,
Your body lying, in my arms
Now at last, you're next to me
About to give love, tenderly
And all I can say
Is baby, take my breath away
Take my breath away
And leave me breathless, helpless and weak
As you smother me with kisses
Till my lips no longer speak
And if I die, at least I'll have known
The true meaning of ecstasy
So go ahead
And take the breath right out of me
Take my breath away
And leave me breathless, helpless and weak
As you smother me with kisses
Till my lips no longer speak
(And you know something baby)
(If I was to die)
(There's one thing I'd know for sure)
(That we knew the meaning of ecstacy)
(So go ahead)
And take the breath right out of me
Zaterdag 25 december 1971
Mourir D'aimer
Mourir D'aimer
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
First release by: Charles Aznavour - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Morire D'amore (Charles Aznavour)
1972 - To Die Of Love (Charles Aznavour)
2002 - Ik Hou Van Jou (André Hazes)
Les parois de ma vie sont lisses
Je m'y accroche mais je glisse
Lentement vers ma destinée
Mourir d'aimer
Tandis que le monde me juge
Je ne vois pour moi qu'un refuge
Toutes issues m'étant condamnées
Mourir d'aimer
Mourir d'aimer
De plein gré s'enfoncer dans la nuit
Payer l'amour au prix de sa vie
Pêcher contre le corps mais non contre l'esprit
Laissant le monde à ses problèmes
Les gens haineux face à eux-mêmes
Avec leurs petites idées
Mourir d'aimer
Puisque notre amour ne peut vivre
Mieux vaut en refermer le livre
Et plutôt que de le brûler
Mourir d'aimer
Partir en redressant la tête
Sortir vainqueur d'une défaite
Renverser toutes les données
Mourir d'aimer
Mourir d'aimer
Comme on le peut de n'importe quoi
Abandonner tout derrière soi
Pour n'emporter que ce qui fut nous, qui fut toi
Tu es le printemps, moi l'automne
Ton coeur se prend, le mien se donne
Et ma route est déjà tracée
Mourir d'aimer...
Zaterdag 25 december 1971
Give Me Back My Wig
Give Me Back My Wig
Composer(s): Hound Dog Taylor
Performer(s): Hound Dog Taylor;
and various other artists
Give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald
Give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all
Takin' me downtown
Say four forty nine
When I get down there
I swear, nine ninety nine
You just give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all
Yeah my Mama told me
And your good friend too
When you get that wig
That's the way you gonna do
You just give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all
Goodbye little one
All I got to say
Give me back my wig and be
On your merry way
You just give me back my wig
Honey, now let your head go bald
Really didn'thave no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all
Vrijdag 24 december 1971
Take Me With You, Soldier Boy
Take Me With You, Soldier Boy
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Shauna Hicks
Take me with you, soldier boy
Take me when you start
I won't take up too much space in your heart
I'll be with you, soldier boy
With you, night and day
And I promise not to get in your way
I know there's a job to do but somehow you will find
A soldier does a better job with a girl on his mind
Let me be your lucky charm when you cross the sea
Someday I'll return you safely to me
I know there's a job to do but somehow you will find
A soldier does a better job with a girl on his mind
Let me be your lucky charm when you cross the sea
Someday I'll return you safely to me
Someday I'll return you safely to me
Vrijdag 24 december 1971
Sterven In De Zon
Sterven In De Zon
French Title: Mourir Au Soleil
Performer(s): Herman van Veen
(Originally performed by: Jean Ferrat)
Ik wil sterven in de zon
in een wei
groene wei
niet in een klam verkreukeld bed
waar al een kruis naast is gezet
zonder een bloem, zonder een bij
zonder een bij
Ik wil sterven in de zon
in een veld
korenveld
niet in een weeë wierookgeur
vol van gefluister aan de deur
terwijl een klok de uren telt
de uren telt
Ik wil sterven in de zon
op de hei
paarse hei
leeuwerik zing boven m'n land
hier neemt de dood mij bij de hand
de bramen in mijn mond zijn rijp
zoet en rijp
Vrijdag 24 december 1971
Give Me An Inch
