Donderdag 23 november 1972
Ten Milk Bottles
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Ten Milk Bottles
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Donderdag 23 november 1972
My Mother Doesn't Know I'm On The Stage
My Mother Doesn’t Know I’m On The Stage
Composer(s): Billy Bennett
Performer(s): Billy Bennett
I'm cherishing a secret in my bosom
About this dreadful stage-life that I lead
I've heard it said that Pro's are decent people
But according to the papers that I read
Both actresses and actors are dead 'wrong-uns'
Whether from the 'Palace' or the 'Hippodrome'
The chaps I meet outside know I'm an actor
But I never breathe a word of it at home
So, my mother doesn't know I’m on the stage
It would break her poor old heart if she found out
She knows I'm a deserter
From the Scottish Fusiliers
She knows I stole a blind-man's can
That got me seven years!
She knows I've been connected
With a gang of West-End Pests
And the police have had me twice inside the cage
And she knows I mix with ladies that have got a shady past
But my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage
Sometimes she sees the powder on my clothing
And then it's such a nuisance to explain
If she thought that it was powder she'd go crazy
Of course, I have to tell her it's cocaine
The day she met me out with Gladys Cooper
She started screaming, "Murder!" and "Police!"
And would have caused a dreadful scene in public
So I told her that the girl was 'Crippen's' niece
'Cos', my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage
And when I draw six hundred pounds each week
If she knew where it came from
She’d shoot me like a dog
So I told her I'd stole the moneybox
From an Irish Synagogue
She can think that I'm a murderer
Before she'll know the truth
I have to have respect for her old age
And she knows that I'm a bigamist, a blackguard and a crook
But thank Heaven she don't know I'm on the stage
Donderdag 23 november 1972
Grande, Grande, Grande
Grande, Grande, Grande
Composer(s): Tony Renis - Alberto Testa
First release by: Mina - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1973 - Never, Never, Never
1974 - Waarom, Waarom, Waarom
1981 - Tu Danses, Danses, Danses
1993 - Nooit Of Nooit
1993 - La Rue De Nos Premiers Baisers
1997 - I Hate You Then I Love You
2005 - Attendre
Con te dovrò combattere
non ti si può pigliare come sei
i tuoi difetti son talmente tanti
che nemmeno tu li sai
sei peggio di un bambino capriccioso
la vuoi sempre vinta tu
sei l'uomo più egoista e prepotente
che abbia conosciuto mai
Ma c'è di buono che al momento giusto
tu sai diventare un'altro
in un attimo tu
sei grande, grande, grande
le mie pene non me le ricordo più
Io vedo tutte quante le mie amiche
son tranquille più di me
non devono discutere ogni cosa
come tu fai fare a me
Ricevono regali e rose rosse
per il loro compleanno
dicon sempre di si
non hanno mai problemi e son convinte
che la vita è tutta lì
Invece no, invece no
la vita è quella che tu dai a me
in guerra tutti giorni sono viva
sono come piace a te
Ti odio poi ti amo poi ti amo poi ti odio poi ti amo
non lasciarmi mai più
sei grande, grande, grande
come te sei grande solamente tu
Ti odio poi ti amo poi ti amo poi ti odio poi ti amo
non lasciarmi mai più
sei grande, grande, grande
come te sei grande solamente tu
Non lasciarmi mai più
sei grande, grande, grande
come te sei grande solamente tu
Woensdag 22 november 1972
Ten Men Workin'
Ten Men Workin'
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Neil Young
We are men at work
We got a job to do
We gotta keep you rockin'
To keep your soul from the blue
Well we work all day
Then we work all night
We got to keep you dancin'
Gotta make you feel alright
Ten men workin'
Ten men workin' tonight
Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh
We gotta dig the groove
We're gonna hammer the blues
You can't sit down
'Cause we got a job to do
We gotta dig the groove
We're gonna hammer the Blues
You can't sit down
'Cause we got a job to do
Ten men workin'
Ten men workin' tonight
Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh
We are men at work
We got a job to do
We gotta keep you rockin'
Keep your soul from the blues
Well we work all day
And then we work all night
We got to keep you dancin'
Got to make you feel alright
Ten men workin'
Ten men workin' tonight
Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh
We got to dig the groove
We're gonna hammer the blues
Well you can't sit down
'Cause we got a job to do
We got to dig the groove
We're gonna hammer the blues
You can't sit down
We got a job to do
Ten men workin'
Ten men workin' tonight
Huuagh-ahhh-huuagh-ahhh
Woensdag 22 november 1972
My Monday Date
My Monday Date
Composer(s): Sid Robin; Earl Hines
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and various other artists
Don't forget our Monday date
that you promised me last Tuesday
Don't forget and don't be late
all be there on noon-day
I'm gonna shine my shoes, steam my tie
Step right baby, 'cause you're straight in your eyes
Don't forget our Monday date
that you promised me last Tuesday
Woensdag 22 november 1972
Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt
Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt
Composer(s): George Formby; Eddie Latta
Performer(s): George Formby; Judge Dread
Now in our family we've got an heirloom
They handed it to me a year ago
It's been in our possession since Grandad was a lad
I’ll tell you what it is and then you'll know
It's my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt
In it I was christened one day
Down at the church they were in a whirl
No one seemed to know if I were boy or girl
They'd had one or two and ee they were in mess
But it's all right said the preacher rather curt
I've been and had a quiz and I've found out what it is
By his Grandad's Flannelette shirt, lordy lordy
His Grandad's Flannelette shirt
In my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt
I got married one day
In the train my bride gave a shout
"Ee what is that you are pulling out?"
I said, "It's old fashioned and it's tattered and torn
But I've brought it honeymooning with me Gert"
When she said, "What is it dear?" I whispered in her ear
"It's my Grandad's Flannelette shirt, lordy lordy
My Grandad's Flannelette shirt"
The other day I got an invitation to go and join a nudist colony
And as the life is healthy and in the open air I trotted off as happy as can be
With my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt I walked up to the door
Someone said, "Now don't make a fuss, just take off your clothes and you'll be like us"
I was bashful so I stayed by myself, for with the girls I didn't want to flirt
But when I fell asleep they all came and had a peep
At my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy
My Grandad's Flannelette shirt
In eighteen ten grandfather joined the army to fight Napoleon across the sea
You've heard about the battle they had at Waterloo, but what was it that brought us victory
Why my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt it saved old England that day
Bonaparte said "We are undone" even Josephine put her gasmask on
He shot down our colours and captured our flag, but we are not downhearted it’s a cert
For flying in the gale everyone could see the tail
Of my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy
My Grandad's Flannelette shirt
Dinsdag 21 november 1972
Ten Lonely Guys
Ten Lonely Guys
Composer(s): Cliff Adams - Eddie Snyder - Jerry Goldstein - Richard Gottehrer
Performer(s): Pat Boone; Neil Diamond
Each night we meet and talk about you
Reminisce about the things you used to do
We just sit around broken-hearted
'cause all of us are still in love with you
Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
Ten lonely guys who still love you
Eddie was the first one to hold you
Jerry was the first to taste your kiss
Then came Johnny, Stan, Richie, Neal, and Bobby, Jack, and Cliff
And I was the last one on your list
Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
Ten lonely guys who still love you
The footsteps at the door can mean just one thing
Someone else has been a fool for you
One more guy who wants to tell his story
One more guy who knows what we've been through
Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
And tonight we'll set a chair for someone new
Dinsdag 21 november 1972
My Mistake
My Mistake
Composer(s): Jamie James
Performer(s): The Kingbees
You and I been goin' steady for a whole lot o' years
And it was love that started feelin' like a ????????
My love is dyin', but I can't hide it
I'm sorry honey, but I wanna ride
I saw a real fine girl at the market place
She had a nice way of walkin' and a real fine face
Of course, like a man I don't understand
I'm sorry chick, but it's my mistake
Well, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
Yes, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
Oh, alright now, honey
I had to choose between school and a rock 'n roll band
I made up my mind to rock as fast as I can
I don't want no teachers, or their rules
You've got it right, I'm nobody's fool
But to get yourself spotted, like you just don't know
Too many people got a smile, then they lie like the low
It's hard to take, 'cause I need space
I'm sorry honey, it was my mistake
Well, it's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
It's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, ooh
My, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my ...
Dinsdag 21 november 1972
Grandad
Grandad
Composer(s): Flowers; Pickett
Performer(s): Clive Dunn
I've been sitting here all day thinking
Same old thing ten years away thinking
Now my days are gone, memories linger on
Thoughts of when I was boy
Pennyfarthings on the street riding
Motorcars were funny things, frightning
Bow and hoops and spinning tops
Annie gretzel's lollipops
Comic cuts, all different things
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad grandad
Aeroplanes tied up with string flying
Telephones and talking things sighing
A radio and phonograph, Charlie Chaplin made us laugh
Silently falling about
Familiar things I keep around, near me
Memories of my younger days, clearly
Now it's in my mind?
Everyday I find, thoughts of when I was boy
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad
Grandad, grandad
Grandad, grandad
Maandag 20 november 1972
Ten Little Friends
Ten Little Friends
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): John Entwistle
I don't need no conversation
I got everything I need
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me
I ain't going to the party
I don't want no cakes n' tea
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me
I keep myself to myself
And I disconnect the phones
My ten little friends are playing piano
Mr. Bones is on trombone
I don't need no conversation
I got everything I need
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me
I don't need no television
Ain't got time to watch TV
I'm too busy sitting here playing
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me
I keep myself to myself
And I disconnect the phones
My ten little friends are playing guitar and on bass is Mr. Bones
Maandag 20 november 1972
My Mirage
My Mirage
Composer(s): Doug Ingle
Performer(s): Iron Butterfly
In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
But unfortunately it's not there at all
So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all
My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
They'll be seeing you too
My mirage
I'll be drawing you soon
My mirage, I'll be seeing you soon
In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
But unfortunately it's not there at all
So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all
My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
They'll be seeing you too
My mirage
I'll be drawing you soon
My mirage
They'll be seeing you soon
Maandag 20 november 1972
Grand Père Yitzhak
Grand Père Yitzhak
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Il a chanté ses chansons
Veillé sur elle au salon
Il écoutait ses poèmes
Expliquait bien les problèmes
Ensemble autour de la rade
Ils s'en allaient en balade
Si ses parents la grondaient quelquefois
Elle se cachait dans ses bras
Il avait fait la guerre, autrefois
Mais n'en parlait presque pas
Elle pense à lui chaque jour
Mais n'attend plus son retour
Quand il partait en voyage
Il écrivait quelques pages
Parfois si tendre et secret
C'était ainsi qu'elle l'aimait
Elle était grande et pourtant
On autait dit une enfant
Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
Devant les grands de la terre
Entre les larmes, elle disait
Que jamais nos regrets
Ne lui ramèneraient
Malgré les Princes et les Rois
Tout son bonheur d'autrefois
Elle dessinait sa maison
Avec au loin l'horizon
Il ajoutait dans le ciel
Une colombe, un soleil
C'était pour elle qu'il voulait
Tendre la main vers la paix
Et regarder les enfants désunis
Sortir enfin de la nuit
Il était grave et sérieux parfois
Et elle ne comprenait pas
Elle pense à lui chaque jour
Mais n'attend plus son retour
Entre les larmes, elle savait
Qu'aucun hymne à la paix
Ne lui ramènerait
Malgré l'espoir et la foi
Tout ce bonheur d'autrefois
Mmm...
Elle était grande et pourtant
On aurait dit une enfant
Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
Parmi les grands de la terre
Zondag 19 november 1972
Ten Little Fingers And Ten Little Toes (Down In Tennessee)
Ten Little Fingers And Ten Little Toes (Down In Tennessee)
Composer(s): Harry Pease - Johnny White - Ira Schuster - Ed. G. Nelson
I met a pal from Tennessee, and with a smile he greeted me
for he was feeling happy, mighty snappy, jumping up and down with glee
he got good news from home today, and that's the reason he felt gay
I thought it was simply great, just had to congratulate, when I heard him say
He said "I'm leaving town today, I hope and pray there's no delay
I'm going to get my ticket, double quick it, not a thing could make me stay
I long to see my little prize, and look in those baby eyes
just try to imagine me, back home in Tennessee, oh, what paradise
"I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
down in Tennessee, waiting there for me, I never had a baby call me "Da-da"
how proud I know I'll be, when I hear it calling me
Oh gee! I'll kiss every finger, I'll kiss every toe
at home sweet home I'll linger for they'll need me there I know
although it only weighs ten pounds and just one day old
I wouldn't give it up for all the world and it's gold
for I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me
"I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
down in Tennessee, waiting there for me
Oh, how I'll hold it, in my arms enfold it
when night time shadows creep, I will lull it fast asleep
and then I'll count every finger, I'll count every toe
close to his side I'll linger for he'll want me there I know
if he looks like his mother what a child he must be
but if he looks like me then he's got my sympathy
for I've got ten little fingers and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me
Zondag 19 november 1972
Quattro Lire E Noi
Quattro Lire E Noi
English Title: My Mind's Eye
Performer(s): Nomadi
(Originally performed by: The Small Faces)
Noi, quattro lire e noi
quattro amici e poi
che ci importerà
del mondo che non sa
guardare in faccia mai la realtà
Noi, il nostro amore e noi
questo amore che
vive accanto a noi
la gente non lo sa
che la felicità è tutta qua
Se importante sarei, che farai
se poi nessuno c’è, vicino a te
noi, con quattro lire noi
ricchi più che mai
e che ci importerà
del mondo che non sa
guardare in faccia mai la realtà
Zondag 19 november 1972
Grand Ole Opry Song
Grand Ole Opry Song
Composer(s): Hylo Brown
Performer(s): Jimmy Martin;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Come and listen to my story if you will I’m gonna tell
About a gang of fellers from down at Nashville
First I’ll start with old Red Foley doin’ the chattanooga shoe
We can’t forget Hank Williams with them good old lovesick blues
It’s time for Roy Acuff to go to Memphis on his train
With Minnie Pearl and Rod Brasfield and lazy Jim Day
Turn on all your radios I know that you will wait
Hear little Jimmy Dickens sing take an old cold tater and wait
There’ll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number two wrongs won’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night
There was uncle Dave Macon his gold tooth and plug-hat
Cowboy Copas singing tragic romance
Signed sealed and delivered with Sam and Kirk Mcgee
And the master of ceremony was Mr. George D. Hays
There was Lonzo and Oscar a-poppin’ bubble gum
George Morgan singin’ candy kisses yum yum
Got a hole in my bucket bringin’ in that Georgia mill
We’ll sing the sunny side of the mountain and dance to the chicken reel
There’ll be guitars and fiddles and banjo pickin’ too
Bill Monroe singin’ ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number too wrongs won’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night
You can talk about your singers in all kinds of way
But none could sing the old songs like Bradley Kincaid
With his old hound dog guitar and the famous blue tail fly
Stringbean with Hank Snow and old fiddlin’ Chubby wise
There’ll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singin’ ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number two wrongs don’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night
Zaterdag 18 november 1972
Ten Little Bottles
Ten Little Bottles
Composer(s): Johnny Bond
Performer(s): Johnny Bond
A friend of mine gave me ten little bottles
Of some special stuff that he brewed up his-self
So I took it and hid it down in my basement
But my wife found out about it and she told me to get rid of it or else
And since I didn't like the way she said or else
I went down there and proceeded to carry out her instructions
I sat the ten little bottles on the drainboard
Picked up the first bottle, pulled the cork out of it
And poored it down the sink
That is, um, all except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the cork out of it
And poured it down the sink
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the sink out of it
And I poured it down the cork
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next cork and I pulled the bottle out of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - which I drank
I picked up the next sink and I pulled the cork out of it
And I poured it down the bottle
All except one little swallow - which I sank
I picked up the next drink and I pulled the swallow out of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - I think
Well anyway by this time it's plain to see
That them little bottles of mine, let's see now
How many bottles have I got left - which I drank
Now I'm askin' you wasn't that a awful thing for my wife to make me do
Bless her little heart, bl-less her little heart, I'm tellin' ya one thing
You better not say nothin' against my wife buster
'Cause I'll have you know, I'll - have - you - know
That I've got da wifest little nice you ever saw in your [hicc]
Which I drank
Zaterdag 18 november 1972
My Mind's Eye
My Mind's Eye
Italian Title: Quattro Lire E Noi
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott
Originally performed by: The Small Faces
Covered by various other artists
I sit here every day
lookin' at the sky
ever wondrin' why
I dream my dreams away
And I'm livin' for today
In my mind's eye
Things are clearer than before
Showing my the way
Asking me to stay
I'll never close the door
to all these things and more
in my mind's eye
Everybody I know says I've changed
Laughin' behind their hands I think their strange
People runnin' everywhere
Runnin' through my life
I couldn't give a damn
`cause they'll never see
all that I can see
With my mind's eye
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na ...
Zaterdag 18 november 1972
Grand Jacques (C'est Trop Facile)
Grand Jacques (C'est Trop Facile)
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
C'est trop facile d'entrer aux églises
De déverser toutes ses saletés
Face au curé qui dans la lumière grise
Ferme les yeux pour mieux nous pardonner
Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Que connais-tu du Bon Dieu
Un cantique une image
Tu n'en connais rien de mieux
C'est trop facile quand les guerres sont finies
D'aller gueuler que c'était la dernière
Ami bourgeois vous me faites envie
Vous ne voyez donc point vos cimetières
Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Et laisse-les donc crier
Laisse-les pleurer de joie
Toi qui ne fus même pas soldat
C'est trop facile quand un amour se meurt
Qu'il craque en deux parce qu'on l'a trop plié
D'aller pleurer comme les hommes pleurent
Comme si l'amour durait l'éternité
Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Que connais-tu de l'amour
Des yeux bleus des cheveux fous
Tu n'en connais rien du tout
Et dis-toi donc Grand Jacques
Et dis-toi donc Grand Jacques
Dis-le-toi bien souvent
C'est trop facile
De faire semblant
De faire semblant
Vrijdag 17 november 1972
Ten Guitars (Engelbert Humperdinck)
Ten Guitars
Composer(s): Gordon Mills
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck
and multiple other artists
I have a band of men and all they do is play for me
They come from miles around to hear them play a melody
Beneath the stars my ten guitars will play a song for you
And if you're with the one you love this is what you do
Oh, dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars
And very soon you know just where you are
Through the eyes of love you see a thousand stars
When you dance, dance, dance, to my ten guitars
Guitars are made for love my band of men will always say
So give each one a pretty girl and they will start to play
Beneath the stars my ten guitars will play a song for you
And if you're with the one you love this is what to do
Oh, dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars
And very soon you know just where you are
Through the eyes of love you see a thousand stars
When you dance, dance, dance, to my ten guitars
Ooh, let me tell you now
Dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars
Hm, come on, everybody
Dance dance dance to my ten guitars
Vrijdag 17 november 1972
My Melody Of Love
