Dinsdag 15 februari 1972
Talking In Your Sleep
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Talking In Your Sleep
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Dinsdag 15 februari 1972
Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Performer(s): Diana Ross
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
I met my sweetie
His name is Mr. Lee
I met my sweetie
His name is Mr. Lee
He's the hansomest sweetie
That you ever did see
My heart is achin' for you Mr. Lee
My heart is achin' for you Mr. Lee
'Cause I love you so
And I'll never let you go
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Here comes Mr. Lee
He's coming for me
Here comes Mr. Lee
He's coming for me
He's my lover boy
Let's jump for joy
Come on Mr. Lee and do your stuff
Come on Mr. Lee and do your stuff
'Cause you're gonna be mine
Till the end of time
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Dinsdag 15 februari 1972
Gloria (Italian Version - Umberto Tozzi)
Gloria
Composer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Gloria
manchi tu nell'aria
manchi ad una mano
che lavora piano
manchi a questa bocca
che cibo piu non tocca
e sempre questa storia
che lei la chiamo Gloria
Gloria sui tuoi fianchi
la mattina nasce il sole
entra odio ed esce amore
dal nome Gloria
Gloria manchi tu nell'aria
manchi come il sale
mi manchi piu del sole
sciogli questa neve
che soffoca il mio petto
t'aspetto Gloria
Gloria chiesa di campagna
acqua nel deserto
lascio aperto il cuore
scappa senza far rumore
dal lavore dal tuo letto
dai gradini di un altare
ti aspetto Gloria
Gloria per chi attende il giorno
e invece di dormire
con la memoria torna
a un tuffo nei papaveri
in una terra libera
per chi respira nebbia
per chi respira rabbia
per me che senza Gloria
con te nuda sul divano
faccio stelle di cartone
pensando a Gloria
Maandag 14 februari 1972
Talking Guitar Blues
Talking Guitar Blues
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan
‘Ere, if you wanna get in trouble
Let me tell you how to do it
Get yourself a guitar and then you’re right into it
You play all day and you play all night
People say you’ll never learn to play the thing right
Always messing about, groaning at you
Moaning, won’t let you practise
So I bought meself a guitar about a year ago
The man said I could learn it in a week or so
Gave me a little book, pick or two
Said ‘here y’are mate, it’s up to you’
Dirty rotter, cost me ten nicker, all the loot I had
Good guitar, though – call it a pluckit
Anyway, spent me dough
And I couldn’t let it all go to waste, you know
So I took the book, guitar, and all
And I went back home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford - good place to be if you’ve got a guitar
Pretty rotten if you ain’t
Well, for weeks and weeks I worked hard
And I tried to learn a few main chords
Book says they’re easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is killing me
Got sore on the ends
Couldn’t hold the strings down
Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt rough
Anyway, kept on playing with all me might
I could see mum’s hair was turning white
And her face was lined with discontent
She said her patience was pretty near spent
She was nervous, ears ringing, wanted to scream
You know, couldn’t get no relief
So sister, anyway, she took it worst of all
‘Cause she got married the following fall
She said ‘for love’ but I got me doubts
I think the guitar chased her out
She’s a game girl, though
Just couldn’t take it, you know
Limit to everything
Dad, he took it a different way
He said, you can turn your mum’s hair grey
Drive your sister away from home
But you or me boy’s gonna start to roam
And I ain’t going - never intend to
You figure it out – so I did, fast, you know
Anyway, next day had me clothes all packed
And I slung me guitar across me back
Caught meself a great long train
Searched the world for me share of fame
Ain’t found none - just hardships, messing about
Maandag 14 februari 1972
Mr. Jukebox
Mr. Jukebox
Composer(s): Ralph Davis; Eddie Davis
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
The jukebox just told my life’s story
Told it in the words of a song
So I will have another drink to the jukebox
And one to the man that wrote the song
So here Mr. Jukebox
Please take my last dime
Tell me the story of my life one more time
Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong
Here’s another drink to you
And the man that wrote the song
The jukebox just told my life’s story
Told it in the words of a song
So I will have another drink to the jukebox
And one to the man that wrote the song
So here Mr. Jukebox
Please take my last dime
Tell me the story of my life one more time
Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong
Here’s my last drink to you
So Mr. Jukebox so long
Maandag 14 februari 1972
Gloria (English Version - Laura Branigan)
Gloria
Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; Umberto Tozzi
Performer(s): Laura Branigan
Gloria, you're always on the run now
Running after somebody
you gotta get him somehow
I think you've got to slow down
before you start to blow it
I think you're headed for a breakdown
so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember
was it something that he said?
Are the voices in your head
calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you,
why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin' on the line
Oh oh oh
calling Gloria
Gloria, Gloria!
I think they got your number, Gloria!
I think they got the alias, Gloria!
that you've been living under Gloria!
But you really don't remember
was it something that they said?
Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Ha ha, a ha ha, Gloria
how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line
or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money
take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away
don't believe it's comin' back soon
And you really don't remember
was it something that he said?
Are the voices in your head calling
Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you
why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin'
on the line, oh oh oh
calling Gloria
Chorus
Gloria, Gloria
Gloria, Gloria
Gloria, Gloria
Gloria, Gloria
Gloria, Gloria
Zondag 13 februari 1972
Talkin' Silver Cloud Blues
Talkin' Silver Cloud Blues
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk
I've been singing rock most all my life
I got three little boys and a sweet young wife
I feed 'em good cause I make good bread
Thank God for the man that said
Rock 'n' roll is the answer son
You can't beat 'em join 'em
Get your guitar get your drum
Get your set of iron ear drums
A thousand watt column
And you're in the business son
Got my first Cadillac in '54
Since then I had about five more
Mercedez Benz and a Porsche too
The other day I was thinking this wouldn't do
Cause the price of a Cadillac times two
Comes out to the cost of a Rolls Royce new
But soon the Cadillac's obsolete
And the Rolls Royce is still a running sleek
Figure four years instead of two
Before you gotta buy something new
Put an extra fifteen hundred in
to pay for the bar and air-conditionin'
You don't need no chauffer
Get your bartender and ride baby
So the other day I drove down from the hill
Went to my bank to get me some bills
And boots and Levi's worn and tan
I ambled into the Rolls Royce stand
Showroom four was quiet that day
I walked up to a silver grey
Silver Cloud all sleek and long
Standin' there loose and so alone
Such a beautiful sight I never did see
Sparkled and shone like a Christmas tree
He was really something to admire
I moved in close and I kicked the tire
Had to get some attention, I got some quickly
Well I was comin' my hair down in the chrome
When up steps a man in a herring bone
Said good morning son may I help you
I said yes sir I'd like to testdrive
This new Silver Cloud II
Well he jumped back his face was sore
He looked me over from my head to my toe
His face formed into a sneer
He said sorry kid this car stays here
And don't you kick tose tires
Don't open the doors, don't touch the chrome
You're gettin' dandruff on the radiator
Well I got put on for an hour or more
They ushered me in the bossman's door
It wasn't long till I came out
The bossman followed up with a shout
Open the door there look alive
And take this boy for a testdrive
In the silver grey Silver Cloud
The little cat's loaded
Lumps in is clothes, gotta look for those
How do you think I got where I am today hmm
Now I'm driving along ole 501
Listening to them big wheels hum
Gotta get home before it's five
Take my wife and kids for a drive
Now the moral is the part that's best
Never judge a man by the way he is dressed
Don't you brush him off or treat him wrong
He may be the singer of rock songs
Don't you forget it
What's that pounding noise what's burning
Well the temperature is up and the oil is down
Termites running around and around on my dashboard
Spots on my windshield... trading time
Zondag 13 februari 1972
Mr. Jones (Are You Coming To Bed?)
Mr. Jones (Are You Coming To Bed?)
Composer(s): Mills
Performer(s): Evelyn Dall; Florence Desmond
I’ve often wondered what it was like to be married
I’ve often wondered why for so long I have tarried
But I was wed this mornin’
And now I am a missus
So without much warning
I’ll know what married bliss is
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
You’ve been awful rough
And you’ve done your stuff
Oh it’s just as well we’re wed
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
Mr. Jones, can you really be mine
Mr. Jones, oh you’re lookin’ devine
You’ve been on the loose
And you’ve cooked your goose
So it’s just as well we’re wed
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
Now’s your chance
Here comes romance
I can’t bear you out of my sight
So don’t blow out that light
Oh Mr. Jones, you’re so hard to resist
Mr. Jones, if I’ve gotta be kissed
It’s a darn good thing
That you bought that ring
And it’s just as well were wed
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
Mr. Jones, won’t you get out of bed
Mr. Jones, won’t you get out of bed
Here’s your morning tea
And it’s half past three
That’s the worst of bein’ wed
Mr. Jones, won’t you get out of bed
Mr. Jones, I don’t want to be rude
Mr. Jones, don’t you want any food
Just a steak and chips
Gee, it’s half past six
That’s the worst of bein’ wed
Mr. Jones, won’t you get out of bed
You’ve had a snooze
You’ve read the news
I can’t think what mother would say
You’ve wasted all the day
Oh Mr. Jones, now it’s terribly late
Mr. Jones, it’s a quarter to eight
Better say goodnight
And blow out that light
And get straight back to bed
Mr. Jones are you comin’ to bed
Zondag 13 februari 1972
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
((Adapted from: Vége A Világnak - 1930 (aka Szomorú Vasárnap - 1935))
Composer(s): Rezsô Seress - Sam M. Lewis
Performer(s): Hal Kemp & His Orch. (vocal: Bob Allen) - 1936
and multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1936 - Sombre Dimanche
1937 - Triste Domingo
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Zaterdag 12 februari 1972
Talkin' New York
Talkin' New York
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Michel Montecrossa
Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter
in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange
Zaterdag 12 februari 1972
Mr. Jaws
Mr. Jaws
Composer(s): Bill Ramal
Performer(s): Dickie Goodman
We are here on the beach
where a giant shark has just eaten a girl swimmer
Well Mr. Jaws, how was it?
"Dynomite"
And what did she say when you grabbed her?
"Please Mr. Please"
I know sharks are stupid, but what did you think when you took that first bite?
"How sweet it is"
Mr. Jaws, before you swim out to sea, have you anything else to say?
"Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?"
With me now is the local sheriff
Sheriff Brody, the shark will be back for lunch
What do you intend to do?
"Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight"
Just arriving is oceanographer Matt Hooper
Sir, if someone is attacked by a shark, what should they do?
"Do the hustle"
We are going aboard the fishing boat of Captain Quint
Captain, will you be able to catch this giant shark?
"I will", "I will", "I will" (thank you, captain) "I will" (captain!)
"I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!)
When you catch one of these sharks, what do you feel like?
"Like a Rhinestone Cowboy"
We've just sighted the shark again
He's coming straight for us.
Captain Quint is shouting something at him
"Get you baby one of these nights"
Hey Jaws, the captain says he's going to catch you
What do you think of that?
"Jive talkin'"
Uh-oh, here he comes again!
They've hit him!
Mr. Jaws, why doesn't anything seem to hurt you?
"Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry"
He's coming right onto the boat!
Mr. Jaws, why are you grabbing my hand?
"Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?"
No wait! Mr. Jaws!
That's not the way this record is supposed to end!
Help! Help!
Zaterdag 12 februari 1972
Gloomy
Gloomy
Composer(s): John C. Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some people laugh in the dark
Some people cry alone
Some people talk without sayin' a thing
And ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Some people count your money
Someone is countin' your days
And Somebody got to keep track of your mind
When ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Brothers'll make you look sideways
Fathers'll make you look back
And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot
Cause ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Ooooooh! Ooooooh!
Vrijdag 11 februari 1972
Talkin' 'Bout You
Talkin' 'Bout You
((French Version: Personne Au Monde (Eddy Mitchell) - 1965))
Composer(s): Ray Charles
First release by: Ray Charles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah
Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da
Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you)
In my way (talkin' about you)
Nobody but you (talkin' about you)
Talkin' about you (talkin' about you)
You know how to love me
In my way
Nobody but you
I do mean you, you, you!
Know how to love me
In my way
You're always there
Every night and day
Nobody but you
I do mean you
Talkin' 'bout you
Whoa-oh yeah
I'm gonna talk
Talk about you
Every day
Every night
You know on Monday
I'm gonna talk
On Tuesday
I'm gonna talk
All day Wednesday
I'm gonna talk
Every day (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Every night (hey-ay-ay-ay)
It's alright (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Gonna talk (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Talkin' 'bout (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my brother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my mother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my sister (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my father (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Come on (shout)
You make me (shout)
You make me (shout)
You're makin' me (shout)
Feel like I wanna (shout)
Jump up now (shout)
Come on now (shout)
Everybody (shout)
Everybody (shout)
I'm feelin' (shout)
That I wanna (shout)
Vrijdag 11 februari 1972
Mr. Heartache
Mr. Heartache
Performer(s): Christine Quaite
(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)
Mister Heartache took me out tonight
And we took in all the local spots in town
Since you left me, Mister Heartache
Has been good enough to show me all around
Mister Heartache, he keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly
Though I don't want him around
But he's always true to me
He's the only one that won't let me down
Ah, Mister Heartache keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through
(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly
Though I don't want him around
But he's always true to me
He's the only one that won't let me down
Yeah, Mister Heartache keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through
(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)
Vrijdag 11 februari 1972
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me
Performer(s): Buck Owens & Roy Clark
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt
And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts
'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared
How was we to know they meant the way she was built
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Talk To You
Talk To You
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott
Performer(s): The Small Faces
Listen
It's been three months
Since I was last with you
Ha
So many people trying to
Stop me geting through
Heah
The doorman he just laughed
But I don't want no autograph
Now, listen to me baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Ha
You know I didn't stop you doin'
Things you wanted to do
But now it's gone too far
It looks like I'm losing you
Heah
But I don't want sympathy
No, no, no
But please don't turn your back on me
Listen, baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Heah
I gotta talk to you
I gotta try to make you see
Just how very, very much
You mean to me
Yep, yep, yeah, ha
Would it be too much
To try and jog your memory?
You remember me, baby, ha
I hope that I'm still
Part of your history, heah
Now I don't want to share your car
No, no, no
Or stop you being a star
Ha
All I want to
All I want to do
You know what I got to do
Ha
Got to keep on trying
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Mr. Goldstone
Mr. Goldstone
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Bette Middler
and various other artists
Herbie:
Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone
Momma Rose
Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair
Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone
Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork
Put your feet up
Feel at home
Have a smoke, have a Coke
Would you like to hear a joke?
I'll have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone
Have a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer
Santa Claus is sitting here
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce
Have a cookie, have a few!
What's the matter, Mr. G?
Have another pot of tea
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Herbie
There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones
and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them
Rose:
There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones
All:
but Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones
There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue
But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do!
Moon stones, sun stones
We all scream for one stone
Mr. Goldstone we love you!
Goldstone!
Donderdag 10 februari 1972
Glöm Honom
Glöm Honom
English Title: Forget Him
Composer(s): D. Zimmerman; Agnetha Fältskog
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Du går omkring rastlös och sur, varför det?
Trodde du att han skulle stanna kvar hos dig?
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
För han har nog redan en ny igen
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Du är inte ensam
Så glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh...
Woensdag 9 februari 1972
Talk To Ya Later
Talk To Ya Later
Composer(s): David Foster - Steve Lukather - The Tubes
Performer(s): The Tubes
I met her on a strip
It was another lost weekend
The band was too slick
And the people were twisted
So I asked her for a date
She reluctantly agreed
Then we went to my place
And she never did leave
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
It’s been six months
She hasn’t shut up once
I’ve tried to explain
She’s driving me insane
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around
Get out
I’m telling you now
Do you catch my drift
What could be plainer than this
Nothin’ more to be said
Write me a letter instead
I don’t mean to be cruel
But I’m finished with you
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
That’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around
Woensdag 9 februari 1972