Zaterdag 25 november 1972
Ten Percent
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Zaterdag 25 november 1972
My Mother's Eyes
My Mother's Eyes
Composer(s): Abel Baer; L. Wolfe Gilbert
Performer(s): George Jessel
and various other artists
Back in childhood days
I can remember loving caresses showered on me
Mother's eyes would gaze at me so tender
What was their meaning?
Now I can see
One bright and guiding light
That taught me wrong from right
I found in my mother's eyes
Those baby tales she told
That road all paved in gold
I found in my mother's eyes
Just like a wandering sparrow
One lonely soul
I walked the straight and narrow
To reach my goal
God's gift sent from above
A real unselfish love
I found in my mother's eyes
When I'm all alone, no one around me
I find the future dark as can be
Sorrows I have known, always surround me
Then through the shadows, I always see
One bright and guiding light
That taught me wrong from right
I found in my mother's eyes
Those baby tales she told
That road all paved in gold
I found in my mother's eyes
Just like a wandering sparrow
One lonely soul
I walked the straight and narrow
To reach my goal
God's gift sent from above
A real unselfish love
I found in my mother's eyes
Zaterdag 25 november 1972
Grandma's Feather Bed
Grandma's Feather Bed
Composer(s): Jim Connor
Performer(s): John Denver;
and various other artists
When I was a little bitty boy
just up off a floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
every month end or so,
We'd have chicken pie and country ham
'n' home made butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
was her great big feather bed
It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed
After supper we'd sit around the fire
the old folks'd spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
and Granny'd sing a ballad or two
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
in the middle of the old feather bed
It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed
Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa
I love Granny and Grandpa too
I been fishing with my uncle
I rasled with my cousin
I even kissed Aunt Lou ooo!
But if I ever had to make a choice
I guess it ought to be said
That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road
for Grandma's feather bed
I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road...
It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed
Vrijdag 24 november 1972
Ten Minutes Ago
Ten Minutes Ago
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Lesley Ann Warren
and multiple other artists
Prince:
Ten Minutes Ago I saw you
I looked up when you came through the door
My head started reeling, You gave me the feeling
the room had no ceiling or floor
Ten Minutes ago, I met you
and we murmered our how-do-you do's
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
and to sing out the news
I have found her! She's an angel
with the dust of the stars in her eyes
We are dancing, we are flying
and she's taking me back to the skies
In the arms of my love I'm flying
over mountain and meadow and glen
And I like it so well that for all I can tell
I may never come down again! I may never come down to earth again
(Cinderella)
Ten Minutes Ago I saw you
You looked up when I came through the door
My head started reeling you gave me the feeling
The room had no ceiling or floor
Ten Minutes Ago I met you
and we murmered our how-do-you do's
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
and to sing out the news
(Prince)
I have found her!
(Cinderella)
I have found him!
He's the light of the stars in my eyes
(Prince)
We are dancing
(Cinderella)
We are flying
(Prince)
And she's taking me back to the skies
(Cinderella)
In the arms of my love I'm flying
Over mountain and meadow and glen
(Prince)
And I like it so well that for all I can tell
I may never come down again
(Both)
I may never come down to earth again
Vrijdag 24 november 1972
My Mother Was A Lady
My Mother Was A Lady
Composer(s): Edward B. Marks; Jimmie Rodgers
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
Johnny Cash; Tompall Glaser; Beatrice Kay
Two drummers they were seated in a grand hotel one day
While dining they were chatting in a sort of joking way
There came a pretty waitress to bring the tray of food
They spoke to her familiarly in a manner sort of rude
At first she did not notice nor make the least reply
When somethin' that was said to her brought teardrops to her eyes
She turned on her tormentors, her cheeks were flamin' red
Approaching as a picture these are the words she said
My Mother was a lady and your's, I would allow
You may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find my brother, dear
You would not dare insult me, sir, if brother Jack were here
The two sat there in silence, their heads hung low in shame
Forgive us, miss, we meant no harm, pray tell us what is your name
She told him and he cried aloud I know your brother too
We've been friends for many, many years and he oft times speaks of you
Come go with me when I go back and if you'll only wed
I'll take you to him as my bride, I've loved you since you said
My Mother was a lady and your's, I would allow
You may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find my brother, dear
You would not dare insult me, sir, if brother Jack were here
Vrijdag 24 november 1972
Grandfather's Clock
Grandfather's Clock (aka My Grandfather's Clock)
Composer(s): Henry Clay Work
Performer(s): Hank Snow;
and various other artists
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent while a boy
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time
And had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in its place
Not a frown upon its face
And its hand never hung by its side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Donderdag 23 november 1972
Ten Milk Bottles
Ten Milk Bottles
Composer(s): Andy Roberts - Roger McGough
Performer(s): Roger McGough
Ten milk bottles standing in the hall
ten milk bottles up against the wall
next door neighbour thinks we're dead
hasn't heard a sound he said
doesn't know we've been in bed
the ten whole days since we were wed
noone knows and noone sees
we lovers doing what we please
but people stop and point at these
ten milk bottles a-turning into cheese
ten milk bottles standing day and night
ten different thicknesses and
different shades of white
persistent carolsingers without a note to utter
silent carolsingers a-turning into butter
now she's run out of passion
and there's not much left in me
so maybe we'll get up
and make a cup of tea
then people can stop wondering
what they're waiting for
those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door
those ten milk bottles a-queuing at our door
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
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