Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Tara Talara Tala
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Tara Talara Tala
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Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
Composer(s): Hank Snow
Performer(s): Hank Snow;
R.D. Henden; Charlie Waller
Listen to a story about a gal I know
She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau
She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings
Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans
She's my music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Ever'body travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You can hear her in the ev'nin', when the sun sinks low
A-singin' and a-pickin on that old banjo
You wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth
Ever'body's callin' her the Queen of the South
She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove
Picks a big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
Plays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beat
A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee
You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town
All the jive-jumpin' jitterbugs, they gather around
They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go
My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Ever'body travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
Zaterdag 22 april 1972
Going To A Disco
Going To A Disco
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Mike Moran
Performer(s): Martyn Ford
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna dance till our feet get sore
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna dance till we hit the floor
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a disco
Wooooh
Yeah (yeah), we'll really show 'em
We gonna show what are feet are for
Yeah (yeah), we're really going
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
If you wanna know where we're going
We're going to a discotheque
We're go go....
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Going to a disco
Going to a discotheque
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Tarotplane
Tarotplane
Composer(s): Don Van Vliet
Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Listen to me baby
I`m gonna tell it to you
Gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
I say bear this in mind
I say bear this in mind
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Ya done put mice in the radiator
Razors in the clay
Well, they keeps us working all night
Don`t give us no pay
Don`t give us no pay
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long...
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long black wavy mane
With the long black...
With the long black wavy mane
Little girl, Little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
I wanta take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
For a fly, for a fly
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Oh, listen to me baby
I`m gonna tell it to you
You ain`t too old
Oh, you ain`t too old
Just what you been heard - just what you been told
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Baby person told a Dixie Sue
Listen to me baby
Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly
With the long black wavey mane
Oh listen little girl don`t you understand?
Oh, you ain`t too old
No you ain`t too old
Well you ain`t too lold
As long as you can boogie you ain`t too old
Little girl, little girl
Little girl, little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
You goin` flyin`
You goin` flyin`
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
Come on little girl
Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane
You gonna need somebody on your bond
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Just you bear this in mind
True friends is hard to find
You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Music Makes Me
Music Makes Me
Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Edward Eliscu; Vincent Youmans
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and various other artists
In me you see a sinner
And dancing is my crime
It seems a sin I've gotta give in
To syncopated time
It makes me lose my dignity
It makes me lose my poise
And some folks call it music
But my folks call it noise
I like music, old or new
But music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music, sweet or blue
But music makes me do the things I never should do
My self control was something to brag about
Now it's a gag about town
The things I do are never forgiven
For just when I'm livin' 'em down
I hear music, then I'm through
For music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music old or new
But music makes me.........
I like music sweet or blue
But music makes me.........
My self control was something
But now it's a gag about town
The things I do are never forgiven
But just when I'm livin' 'em down
I hear music then I'm through
For music makes me do the things I never should do
Vrijdag 21 april 1972
Going My Way
Going My Way
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists
Good morning friend
it's certainly a pleasant time to walk
So fresh and green and clear and bright
I'm looking for some company, thought maybe we could talk
Do you go left or right?
This road leads to Rainbowville
Going my way?
Up ahead is Bluebird Hill
Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes
And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart
`Round the bend you'll see a sign
"Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line
Going my way?
The smiles you'll gather will look well on you
Oh, I hope you're going my way too
This road leads to Rainbowville
Going my way?
Up ahead is Bluebird Hill
Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes
And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart
`Round the bend you'll see a sign
"Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line
Going my way?
The smiles you'll gather will look well on you
Oh, I hope you're going my way too
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Tarentelle
Tarentelle
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Vous avez appris la danse, danse
Vous avez appris les pas
Redonnez-moi la cadence, dence
Et venez danser avec moi
Ne me laissez pas la danse, danse
Pas la danser comme ça
Venez m'apprendre la danse, danse
Et la danser avec moi
Vous savez la tarentelle, telle
Qu'on la dansait autrefois
Moi je vous montrerai celle, celle
Que, demain, l'on dansera
Si vous donnez la cadence, dence
Moi je vous donne le "la"
Je vous l'apprendrai là dans ce, dans ce
Dans ce joli petit bois
Et si vous aimez ma danse, danse
Et si vous aimez mon pas
On pourra danser, je pense, pense
Aussi longtemps qu'on voudra
Mais ne me laissez pas là dans ce, dans ce
Pas là dans cet état-là
Ne pensez-vous qu'à la danse, danse
Dans ce joli petit bois?
Quand le feuillage est si dense, dense
Quand le soleil est si bas
Que voulez-vous que l'on danse, danse
Dans les jolis petits bois?
Quand votre robe s'élance, lance
Moi j'ai le cœur en éclats
Si vous perdez la cadence, dence
Serrez-vous bien dans mes bras
Et s'il arrive que même, même
Tout doucement, dans le bois
J'aille vous dire je t'aime, t'aime
Et si le bonheur était là
Pour nous donner la cadence, dence
Pour nous donner le "la"
Et pour que tout recommence, mence
À tout petits tout petits pas?
Vous avez appris la danse, danse
Vous avez appris les pas
Pour qu'on vous aime et je pense, pense
Que je vous aime déjà
C'est là que finit la danse, danse
Là dans l'ombre des bois
Mais notre amour qui commence, mence
Jamais ne s'arrêtera
C'est là que finit la danse, danse
Là dans l'ombre des bois
Mais notre amour qui commence, immense
Jamais ne s'arrêtera
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Music Is Lethal
Music Is Lethal
Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; David Bowie
Performer(s): Mick Ronson; Andi Sexgang
My friend myself
Boredoms hero
Prince of the alleys
Stumble falling to a winsome table in search of wine
Mulatto hookers
Cocaine bookers
Troubled husbands
Stolen freedoms, that only evening unfolds to shine
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure
Two wet lips of infant leisure smiled
Could I grasp at the stars?
As they play your night blue hair
Sable eyes
Ebony thighs
She shines forever
Dancer be, dancing free
She shines for me
So a masked man should mourn
The passing of night time
The long metal dirge
We were prisoners no more
Of the near fallen angels
She will shine on for me
Let the panting begin
Though the music is lethal
Let the night take me in
You know the daybreak shall win
She will shine on forever
He will shine on for me
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders
I drink your kisses
Exquisite room, my charming tomb
I see the man
With marble hands
Your smooth pimp, piranha
Cradles my swimming head
Cracks his glass, into my face, I'm thrown away
And then I'm tossed a' bleeding out on the street
And ask me, John do I have to drag you away?
And I curse where I lay
Have made me bow with thanks some day
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding
Puncture my skin
Bait and taunt
For me to run, back to my rooms
Though the bad taste of sleep
Clutching my pillow
In anger I weep
She will cry on my chest
She will shine on forever
She will shine on for me
Let the tempting begin
Though the music is lethal
Let the night take me in
Though the daybreak shall win
She will shine on forever
She will shine on for me
Ahhh, yeah
Oh, ohhhhh
Donderdag 20 april 1972
Going Mobile
Going Mobile
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who;
Peter Mossman; Pete Townshend
I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo!
beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'
Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', groovin', groovin', yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I don't care about pollution
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy
That's my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
I'm mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Yesterday Dreams
Yesterday Dreams
((French Version: C'est Pas Facile (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981))
Composer(s): Brian Cadd
First release by: Brian Cadd - 1978
Lonely summer needing rain, standing quietly going insane
Said, "I love you", you never heard a word
Memories that still cause pain, I lost the feeling I can't explain
Still I need you, don't that seem absurd?
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again, Yeah
Fading pictures in my mind, another place, another time
It's the same old song, just another melody
Don't ask me 'cause I don't want to say
He's the reason that keeps me away
I won't go through it again, but you don't even see what I mean
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams
Here they are coming again
I don't want to lie awake with you at night and wonder why
Looking at your hurting eyes and asking me if it's all a lie
Perfect pattern of part-time love
Always aware we're gonna make it above
What I lost before taking us both nowhere
What you're askin' I can't give, pick up the pieces that'll let you live
And don't ever look back 'cause I won't even be there
Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart
Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Music (John Miles)
Music
Composer(s): John Miles
Performer(s): John Miles
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
And music of the past
And music of the past
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
'cause in this world of troubles
my music pulls me through
Woensdag 19 april 1972
Going In With My Eyes Open
Going In With My Eyes Open
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): David Soul
You smiled that misty way and something in me said
Remember the last time
Don't fall in love
I walked so blindly in
I fell and hurt my head
Oh I can't forget it
And I won't regret it
I couldn't even stop it if I tried
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
It'd be so nice to love
Don't let it end the same
If you get uneasy just let me know
Don't lie or call me by somebody else's name
Oh I couldn't take it
I know it would break it
And I wanna give you
Everything I am
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
This time I'm going in with my eyes open
I won't make the same mistakes again
This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken
Won't be so blind and lose my way
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Tarde, Muy Tarde
Tarde, Muy Tarde
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Tarde, muy tarde
me preguntas si te miento
cuando sé que sabes bien
que ni yo mismo lo sé
Tarde, muy tarde
no me digas que aún es tiempo
algo más que nuestra piel
ha empezado a envejecer
Te amé tanto
que me da vergüenza
recordarlo...
déjalo estar
deja que es tarde
Tarde, muy tarde
sólo nos guía el cansancio
y ese miedo de perder
lo que ha sido y ya no es
Tarde, muy tarde
tarde para remediarlo
ese tren ya se nos fue
nunca volverá otra vez
Te amé tanto...
que me da vergüenza
recordarlo...
déjalo estar
deja que es tarde
Tarde, tan tarde
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Music (Carole King)
Music
Composer(s): Carole King
Performer(s): Carole King
Music is playing inside my head
Over and over and over again
My friend, there's no end to the music...
Ah, summer is over
But the music keeps playing
And won't let the cold get me down
Pictures are forming inside my brain
Soon with the colors they'll rain together and grow
Then don't you know, don't you know there'll be music...
Ah, it's not always easy
But the music keeps playing
And won't let the world get me down
Dinsdag 18 april 1972
Going In Circles
Going In Circles
Composer(s): Jerry Peters; Anita Poree
Performer(s): The Friends Of Distinction;
and various other artists
I’m an ever rollin’ wheel
Without a destination real
I’m an ever spinning top
Whirling around till I drop
Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
I’m spun out over you
(Over you, over you, over you)
Over you, over you
I’m a faceless clock
With timeless hopes that never stop
Lord, when I feel that way
Of my soul, my soul at stake
Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
You got me going in circles
Oh...oh...oh...round and round I go
I’m spun out over you (I need you, baby)
Over you (I need you, baby)
Spun out over you (I need you, baby)
(I need you, baby) Oh, baby (Baby)
I’m spun out (I need you, baby)
I said I’m spun out over you (I need you, baby)
Spun out over you (I need you, baby)
(I need you, baby) Baby, baby
(I need you, baby) I’m spun out
(I need you, baby)
Maandag 17 april 1972
Kites Are Fun
Kites Are Fun
Composer(s): Chris Dedrick
Performer(s): The Free Design
and multiple other artists
I like flying
Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun
See my kite, it's green and white
Laughing in its distant flight
All that's between us is a little yellow string
But we like each other more than anything
And we run along together through the field behind my house
And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse
And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone
'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
Kites are fun
See my kite, it's green and white
Laughing in its distant flight
All that's between us is a little yellow string
But we like each other more than anything
And we run along together through the field behind my house
And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse
And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone
'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
I like flying, flying kites, flying kites
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
Kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
Maandag 17 april 1972
Museum
Museum
Composer(s): Donovan
Originally performed by: Donovan
Covered by various other artists
I drink sweet wine for breakfast
I slept but an hour or so
I smiled a little in the silence
decding on where to go
meet me under the whale
at the natural history museum
I think that's what she said
a little bit said about having to leave them
yawning in the sun
it's like a child I run
don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
so little do you think of beauty
isn't it a shame what-ho
maybe you should go get your parents
and make all your troubles go
there she stood in drag
looking cool in astrakhan
she's lookin' a little wiped out
she said I looked like Peter Pan
and yawning in the sun
it's like a child I run
don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
now don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
uh-huh
Maandag 17 april 1972
Going Home
Going Home
Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Al Young
Performer(s): Fats Domino
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
Going home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
When you're around me
I'm full of misery all day
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
I can't go on
I can't go on this way
You don't want my loving
So I'm going away to stay
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
Don't try to find me
Don't even call me on the phone
I'm better off without you
So won't you leave poor me alone?
Zondag 16 april 1972
Tarde Em Itapuã
Tarde Em Itapuã
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho
O dia pra vadiar
Um mar que não tem tamanho
E um arco-iris no ar
Depois na praça Caymmi
Sentir preguiça no corpo
E numa esteira de vime
Beber uma água de côco
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Enquanto o mar inaugura
Um verde novinho em folha
Argumentar com doçura
Com uma cachaça de rolha
E com olhar esquecido
No encontro de céu e mar
Bem de vagar ir sentindo
A terra toda a rodar
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Depois sentir o arrepio
Do vento que a noite traz
É o diz-que-diz-que maçio
Que brota dos coqueirais
E nos espaços serenos
Sem ontem nem amanhã
Dormir nos braços morenos
Da lua de Itapuã
É bom
Passar uma tarde em Itapuã
Ao sol que arde em Itapuã
Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã
Falar de amor em Itapuã
Zondag 16 april 1972
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