Maandag 3 april 1972
Tante Julia
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Maandag 3 april 1972
Mulheres De Atenas
Mulheres De Atenas
Composer(s): Augusto Boal; Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Los Machucambos; Quarteto em Cy
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Quando amadas, se perfumam
Se banham com leite, se arrumam
Suas melenas
Quando fustigadas não choram
Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram
Mais duras penas
Cadenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Sofrem pros seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas
Quando eles embarcam, soldados
Elas tecem longos bordados
Mil quarentenas
E quando eles voltam sedentos
Querem arrancar violentos
Carícias plenas
Obscenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas
Quando eles se entopem de vinho
Costumam buscar o carinho
De outras falenas
Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços
Quase sempre voltam pros braços
De suas pequenas
Helenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas
Elas não têm gosto ou vontade
Nem defeito nem qualidade
Têm medo apenas
Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios
O seu homem, mares, naufrágios
Lindas sirenas
Morenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas
As jovens viúvas marcadas
E as gestantes abandonadas
Não fazem cenas
Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem
Se conformam e se recolhem
Às suas novenas
Serenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Maandag 3 april 1972
Goin' Down To Texas
Goin' Down To Texas
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
How did I hurt that woman?
She never done me wrong
I run away and left her for
A redhead Amazon
I got no brains, I got no sense
I never had no class
So I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
Chorus:
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
I can't run in the hot sun
I won't run in the mud
I'm over-aged for racin'
And I'm overweight for stud
But I can drink and I can fight
A soul of whiskey glass
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!
Chorus
Zondag 2 april 1972
Tantas Palavras
Tantas Palavras
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Dominguinhos
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Jose Luiz Mazziotti
Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
Só por ouvir falar, falar
Tantas palavras
Que ela gostava
E repetia
Só por gostar
Não tinham tradução
Mas combinavam bem
Toda sessão ela virava uma atriz
``Give me a kiss, darling''
``Play it again''
Trcamos confissões, sons
No cinema, dublando as paixões
Movendo as bocas
Com palavras ocas
Ou fora de si
Minha boca
Sem que eu compreendesse
Falou c'est fini
C'est fini
Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
E já não falo mais, jamais
Quantas palavras
Que ela adorava
Saíram de cartaz
Nós aprendemos
Palavras duras
Como dizer perdi, perdi
Palavras tontas
Nossas palavras
Quem falou não está mais aqui
Zondag 2 april 1972
Mulher, Vou Dizer Quanto Eu Te Amo
Mulher, Vou Dizer Quanto Eu Te Amo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Zé Luiz Mazziotti
Mulher, vou dizer quanto eu te amo
Cantando a flor
Que nós plantamos
Que veio a tempo
Nesse tempo que carece
Dum carinho, duma prece
Dum sorriso, dum encanto
Mulher, imagina o nosso espanto
Ao ver a flor
Que cresceu tanto
Pois no silêncio mentiroso
Tão zeloso dos enganos
Há de ser pura
Como o grito mais profano
Como a graça do perdão
E que ela faça vir o dia
Dia a dia mais feliz
E seja da alegria
Sempre uma aprendiz
Eu te repito
Este meu canto de louvor
Ao fruto mais bendito
Desse nosso amor
Zondag 2 april 1972
Goin' Away
Goin' Away
Composer(s): George Tomsco; Barbara Tomsco
Performer(s): The Fireballs; Ray Price
Going away without you, babe
I'm goin' away all by myself
I'm goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me
I don't know where I'm gonna go
I just need time to be alone
I know that I am going to miss your company
But I need time to clear my mind and be with me
Goin' away without you, babe
Goin' away all by myself
Goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Tantas Lunas
Tantas Lunas
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Florencia 1420, el sesenta y dos
mi padre joven poeta
se hizo constructor
creció el ciruelo y el perro
pero nuestra casa no
la lluvia golpeaba fuerte
en mi rincón…
Así fue que le buen poeta
se hizo fundador
de club de once camisetas
un Domingo al sol
volando bajo los tres palos
el hombre se la jugó
quedaron gritos atrapados
en mi corazón…
Luna, tantas lunas
en el patio ya no queda
ni una flor
Luna tu locura
le robó la primavera
a mi canción
Luna, tantas lunas
desde el día
en que mi puerta
se cerró
Luna blanca luna
farolera no te guardo
ni un rencor
Florencia 1420, yo era el mayor
mi madre tejía un sueño
para el menor
en la jaula los canarios
afuera un pañal al sol
Otoño en el calendario
del comedor
Recuerdo a Gardel cantando
a media voz
el día que nuestro futuro
se dividió
mi madre con mis hermanos
en un tren a Concepción
en casa quedaba el perro
el poeta y yo…
Luna, tantas lunas…
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Mulher Rendeira
Mulher Rendeira
Composer(s): Alfredo Ricardo do Nascimento
Performer(s): Demônios da Garoa
and various other artists
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Saudade levo comigo
Soluço vai no emborná
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Se você tá me querendo
Vamo pra Igreja, vamo casá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
E depois de nóis casado
Vou pra roça, vou prantá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Zaterdag 1 april 1972
Godzilla
Godzilla
Composer(s): Richard Meltzer; Donald Roeser
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult;
and various other artists
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town
Oh no, they say he's got to go go go Godzilla
Oh no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla
History shows again and again
How nature points up the folly of men
Vrijdag 31 maart 1972
Het Laatste Rondje
Het Laatste Rondje ((aka Zeg Me Wie (Willy Sommers) - 2000))
((Adapted from: C'est Ma Vie (Salvatore Adamo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo - André Hazes
Performer(s): André Hazes - 1981
De kastelein schenkt nog wat in
en kijkt dan op z’n klok
het is de hoogste tijd
iedereen drinkt snel z’n glas leeg
de laatste wordt getapt
‘n juke-box die plots zweeg
‘t Is de hoogste tijd wordt er geroepen
uit de hoek
de bonnen liggen klaar
ach mag ik vanavond poffen
vraagt ‘n mannenstem
betaal jij morgen maar
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
Er wordt aan de bel getrokken
de laatste is van mij
dan gaan we snel naar huis
wie denkt er aan mij
ik heb toch ook ‘n huis
Aan de tafel in de hoek
daar zit ‘n man alleen
en staart voor zich uit
straks wordt hij weer snel vergeten
hij denkt waar kan ik heen
ik heb geen rooie duit
Het is tijd, de hoogte tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
De kelner roept kom op nou mensen
‘t is de hoogste tijd
ook ik heb ‘n gezin
want zij weet hoe laat we sluiten
kom ik thuis te laat
mag ik er niet meer in
Nog ‘n mop en even lachen, dan is het voorbij
de zaak die is nu leeg
lege flessen en wat pinda’s liggen op de grond
de juke-box die plots zweeg
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
Vrijdag 31 maart 1972
Mule Train
Mule Train
Composer(s): Johnny Lange; Hy Heath; Fred Glickman
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and various other artists
(Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' over hill and plain
Seems as how they never stop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's a plug o'chaw tobacky for a rancher in Corona
A ghee-tar for a cowboy 'way out in Arizona
A dress of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along, mule! , get along
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' o'er the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach the top, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's some cotton thread and needles for the folks in way-out-yonder
A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander
Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills
Get along, mule!! , get along
Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah)
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' through the wind and rain
They'll keep goin' till they drop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's a letter full of sadness trimmed with black around the border
A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order
A bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black
Get along, mule! , get along
Get along, mule, get along!! (mule train)
(Hyah, hyah)
(Hyah, hyah)
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
Tanta Voglia Di Lei
Tanta Voglia Di Lei
Composer(s): Roby Facchinetti - Valerio Negrini
First release by: Pooh - 1971
Mi dispiace di svegliarti
forse un uomo non sarò
ma d'un tratto so che devo lasciarti
fra un minuto me ne andrò
E non dici una parola
sei più piccola che mai
in silenzio morderai la lenzuola
so che non perdonerai
Mi dispiace devo andare
il mio posto è là
il mio amore si potrebbe svegliare
chi la scalderà
Strana amica di una sera
io ringrazierò
la tua pelle sconosciuta e sincera
ma nella mente c'è tanta
tanta voglia di lei
Lei si muove e la sua mano
dolcemente cerca me
e nel sonno sta abbracciando piano, piano
il suo uomo che non c'è
Mi dispiace devo andare...
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
Mule Skinner Blues
Mule Skinner Blues (aka Blue Yodel Nr. 8)
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; George Vaughn
Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
and various other artists
Well it's good morning captain
Good morning shine
Do you need another muleskinner
Out on your new mud line
I like to work
I'm rolling all the time
I can pop my initials
On a mule's behind
Hey little water boy
Bring that water round
If you don't like your job
Set that water bucket down
Workin' on the good road
Dollar and a half a day
My good girl's waiting on a Saturday night
Just to draw my pay
I'm going to town, honey
What you want me to bring you back
Bring a pint of booze
And a John B Stetson hat
I smell your bread a-burning
Turn your damper down
If you ain't got a damper, good gal
Turn your bread around
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
God's Record Book Of Life
God's Record Book Of Life
Composer(s): Benny Martin; Don Reno; Red Smiley
Performer(s): Reno & Smiley
On the radio we hear preachers everyday
Telling us the wrong way from the right
They tell us everything we say and everything we do
Is recorded in God's Record Book of Life
Chorus:
When God checks His Record Book of Life then He will see
All the wrong that you have done from right
There'll be a black mark for each sin and a gold one for each deed
When God checks His Record Book of Life
The Bible says we all must stand before the great white throne
As the pages of His book are opened wide
And if we do our work on earth, we'll hear Him say "Well done"
When God checks His Record Book of Life
Chorus
Donderdag 30 maart 1972
God's Footballer
God's Footballer
Composer(s): Billy Bragg
Performer(s): Billy Bragg
God’s footballer hears the voices of angels
Above the choir at molineux
God’s footballer stands on the doorstep
And brings the good news of the kingdom to come
While the crowd sings ’rock of ages’
The goals bring weekly wages
Yet the glory of the sports pages
Is but the worship of false idols and tempts him not
God’s footballer turns on a sixpence
And brings the great crowd to their feet in praise of him
God’s footballer quotes from the gospels
While knocking on doors in black country back streets
He scores goals on a saturday
And saves souls on a sunday
For the lord says these are the last days
Prepare thyself for the judgement yet to come
His career will be over soon
And the rituals of a saturday afternoon
Bid him a reluctant farewell
For he knows beyond the sport lies the spiritual
Woensdag 29 maart 1972
Tanta Saudade
Tanta Saudade
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Era tanta saudade
É, pra matar
Eu fiquei até doente
Eu fiquei até doente, menina
Se eu não mato a saudade
É, deixa estar
Saudade mata a gente
Saudade mata a gente, menina
Quis saber o que é o desejo
De onde ele vem
Fui até o centro da terra
E é mais além
Procurei uma saída
O amor não tem
Estava ficando louco
Louco, louco de querer bem
Quis chegar até o limite
De uma paixão
Baldear o oceano
Com a minha mão
Encontrar o sal da vida
E a solidão
Esgotar o apetite
Todo o apetite do coração
Mas voltou a saudade
É, pra ficar
Ai, eu encarei de frente
Ai, eu encarei de frente, menina
Se eu ficar na saudade
É, deixa estar
Saudade engole a gente
Saudade engole a gente, menina
Ai, amor, miragem minha, minha linha do horizonte, é monte atrás de monte, é monte, a fonte nunca mais que seca
Ai, saudade, inda sou moço, aquele poço não tem fundo, é um mundo e dentro um mundo e dentro um mundo e dentro é um mundo que me leva
Woensdag 29 maart 1972
Mujeres (Silvio Rodríguez)
Mujeres
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Me estremeció la mujer que empinaba a sus hijos
Hacia la estrella de aquella otra madre mayor
Y como los recogía del polvo teñidos
Para enterrarlos debajo de su corazón
Me estremeció la mujer del poeta, el caudillo
Siempre a la sombra y llenando un espacio vital
Me estremeció la mujer que incendiaba los trillos
De la melena invencible de aquel alemán
Me estremeció la muchacha
Hija de aquel feroz continente
Que se marchó de su casa
Para otra de toda la gente
Me han estremecido un montón de mujeres
Mujeres de fuego, mujeres de nieve
Pero lo que me ha estremecido
Hasta perder casi el sentido
Lo que a mi más me ha estremecido
Son tus ojitos, mi hija, son tus ojitos divinos
Me estremeció la mujer que parió once hijos
En el tiempo de la harina y un kilo de pan
Y los miró endurecerse mascando carijos
Me estremeció porque era mi abuela además
Me estremecieron mujeres
Que la historia anotó entre laureles
Y otras desconocidas, gigantes
Que no hay libro que las aguante
Me han estremecido un montón de mujeres
Mujeres de fuego, mujeres de nieve
Pero lo que me ha estremecido
Hasta perder casi el sentido
Lo que a mi más me ha estremecido
Son tus ojitos, mi hija, son tus ojitos divinos
Woensdag 29 maart 1972
Goddess In The Doorway
Goddess In The Doorway
Composer(s): Matt Clifford; Mick Jagger
Performer(s): Mick Jagger
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the roof
I am in the basement
Looking for the truth
Tired of being patient
For the voice to come
If you want the answer
There is only one - only one
Her flesh is smooth and supple
And velvet as the night
Her eyes are shot with diamonds
A mouth full of delight
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the loose
Driving in the backstreets
Looking for the truth
I'm searching for your temple
Hunting for your shrine
I'm looking for a vision
By a neon sign
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
And her tears flow like a fountain
Like a river from the mountain
How much
How much can I take
How much, how much can I take
Goddess in the doorway
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
Dinsdag 28 maart 1972
Tant Qu'il Y Aura Des Jours
Tant Qu'il Y Aura Des Jours
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Tant qu'il y aura des jours
On se dira "je t'aime"
Et les serments d'amour
Seront toujours les mêmes
Car, pour parler d'amour
Il n'a pas d' problème
On redira toujours
"Oh mon amour, je t'aime"
Et depuis que la terre est la terre
Il n'y a rien à faire, rien à faire...
C'est ainsi, c'est la vie
Mais tant mieux pour les amoureux
Tant qu'il ya aura des jours
On se dira "je t'aime"
Et les serments d'amour
Seront toujours les mêmes
Car, pour parler d'amour
Il n'y a pas d' problème
On redira toujours
"Oh mon amour, je t'aime
... Car, pour parler d'amour
Il n'y a pas d' problème
On redira toujours
"Oh mon amour, je t'aime"
Dinsdag 28 maart 1972
Mujeres (Rafael)
