Donderdag 17 februari 1972
Tall Order Baby
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Tall Order Baby
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Donderdag 17 februari 1972
Mr. Lucky
Mr. Lucky
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans; Henry Mancini
Performer(s): Henry Mancini
They call us lucky, you and I
Lucky girl, lucky guy
When you take my hand or touch my cheek
I know I'm on a lifetime lucky streak
A lucky rainbow lights the sky
When we kiss, when we sigh
They say I'm lucky, mister lucky guy7
And you're the reason why
They say you're lucky, mister lucky guy
But darling, so am I
Donderdag 17 februari 1972
Glory Bound
Glory Bound
Composer(s): Steve Barri;
Harvey Price; Dennis Provisor; Dan Walsh
Performer(s): The Grass Roots
All the sun on the outside
Doesn't touch what I feel within
When I've got you beside me
I'm reachin' out for the rainbow's end
You get to me and give me a feelin' that's comin' on
Gettin' stronger & stronger
Chorus:
Glory bound to that everlastin' feelin'
Glory bound, oh I'm never never comin' down
It's 5:00 in the mornin'
I'm lookin' out on a sky of gray
I don't care, let the rains come
If I'm with you it's a sunny day
You make me feel so close to heaven
Whenever I'm beside you
(chorus)
I need the comfort I see in your smile
I need the touch of your hand
Come on & bring out the best in me, girl
Don't you know that you can
(repeat chorus & fade)
Woensdag 16 februari 1972
Talking World War III Blues
Talking World War III Blues
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain"
He said "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on
Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man"
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don't blame them too much though
I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve"
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun'
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war
Well, I remember seein' some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah"
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me
I didn't see you around"
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all the people can't be all right all the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours"
I said that
Woensdag 16 februari 1972
Mr. Lonely
Mr. Lonely
Composer(s): Gene Allan; Bobby Vinton
Originally performed by: Bobby Vinton
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
I am so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone
Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home
Letters, never a letter
I get no letters I the mail
I've been forgotten, yes, forgotten
Oh how I wonder, how is it I failed
Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home
Woensdag 16 februari 1972
Gloria (Them)
Gloria
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Them;
and various other artists
Like to tell ya about my baby
You know she comes around
She about five feet four
A-from her head to the ground
You know she comes around here
At just about midnight
She make ya feel so good, Lord
She make ya feel all right
And her name is G-l-o-r-i-a
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
She comes around here
Just about midnight
Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord
I wanna say she make me feel alright
Comes a-walkin' down my street
When she comes to my house
She knocks upon my door
And then she comes in my room
Yeah, an' she make me feel alright
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Looks so good (Gloria) alright
Just so good (Gloria) alright, yeah
Dinsdag 15 februari 1972
Talking In Your Sleep
Talking In Your Sleep
Composer(s): Bobby Wood - Roger Cook
First release by: Crystal Gayle - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
Three o'clock in the morning
And it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night
I've been listenin' to your dreams and gettin' very low
Wondering what I can do
Maybe I'm being foolish
'Cause I haven't heard you mention anybody's name at all
How I wish I could be sure it's me that turns you on
Each time you close your eyes
I've heard it said that dreamers never lie
You've been talkin' in your sleep
Sleepin' in your dreams
Wish some sweet lover
Holdin' on so tight loving her the way
You used to love me
Talkin' in your sleep with lovin' on your mind
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