Dinsdag 28 november 1972
Ten Years Gone
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Ten Years Gone
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Dinsdag 28 november 1972
My Name Is Tallulah
My Name Is Tallulah
Composer(s): Paul Williams
Performer(s): Bugsy Malone
My name is Tallulah
My first rule of thumb
I don't say where I'm going
Or where I'm coming from
I try to leave a little reputation behind me
So if you really need to
You'll know how to find me
My name is Tallulah
I live till I die
I'll take what you give me
And I won't ask why
I've a lot of friends
In some exotic places
I don't remember names
But I remember faces
Lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Come and see Tallulah
We can chase your troubles away
If you're lonely
You don't have to be lonely
When they talk about Tallulah
You know what they say
No one south of Heaven's
Gonna treat you finer
Tallulah had her training
In North Carolina
My name is Tallulah
And soon I'll be gone
An open invitation
Is the road I'll travel on
I'll never say goodbye
Because the words upset me
You may forgive my going
But you won't forget me
Lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Come and see Tallulah
We can chase your troubles away
If you're lonely
You don't have to be lonely
When they talk about Tallulah
You know what they say
No one south of Heaven's
Gonna treat you finer
Tallulah had her training
In North Carolina
Dinsdag 28 november 1972
Grandma's Theme
Grandma's Theme
Composer(s): John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp
Go grandma!!!
go, go, go grandma!!!!!!!
you know what they say
go, go, go
Grandma you’ll make it someday
shalalalala grandma you’re doing fine
you and your dreams are ahead of your time!!!
go go go go!!!!!
Go, go grandma ranger......
In space!!!!!!
What about grandpa?????
Chorus:
Go granny, go granny, go go go granny!!!
Yeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Yeah that’s right
I love u grandmama
Maandag 27 november 1972
Ten Thousand, Four Hundred And Thirty Two Sheep
Ten Thousand, Four Hundred And Thirty Two Sheep
Composer(s): Julie Stein - Sammy Kahn
Performer(s): Doris Day
I didn’t sleep again last night
And I’d like to discuss the matter
The nerves to which I’m strung are tight
And I’m as beat as a bowl of batter
If old man Rip Van Winkle
Thought his long sleep was a curse
I know how the old man felt
Because I’ve got his problem in reverse
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty two sheep
How long can I toss like this?
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty three sheep
What did you put in that kiss?
I’ve tried all the remedies
The well-known good advice
Took a hot tub and an alcohol rub
Did the alphabet backwards twice
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty four sheep
We’d better get married soon
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty five sheep
I’ll never hold out till June
How much do I love you?
Just in case you didn’t know
You get a mental kiss
With every sheep I count
And I still got a million sheep to go
(Did you ever try seeing see a doctor?)
A doctor?
I went to see a noted doctor
Who’s a famous analyst
Then he led me to the couch
And he gently took my wrist
I paid him fifty dollars
(Well, that sounds pretty cheap)
Cheap! I should have paid him nothing!
‘Cause I still can’t sleep
(Ten thousand, four hundred) and thirty six sheep
(And one sheep that got away)
He took another lamb!
(Ten thousand, four hundred) and thirty eight sheep
(Won’t night ever turn to day?)
Oh what a fool I am
How much do I love you?
Just in case you didn’t know
You get a mental kiss with every sheep I count
(Add them all together
That’s a large amount)
I’ve counted a trillion sheep
(How many?)
I’ve counted a billion sheep
(How many?)
Well at least a million sheep, I know
(How the numbers grow)
And I got about million more to go
(Ten thousand, nine thousand, eight thousand
Seven thousand, six thousand, five thousand)...
Maandag 27 november 1972
My Music
My Music
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina
Performer(s): Loggins & Messina
Do do do ...
Hey little girl won't you meet me at the schoolyard gate
I got back stage passes to the biggest show in town
So honey don't you make me late
If we leave really early and we hurry we can get in with the band
'Cause little Tim Smitty's got his old man's van
So let's get to gettin' while the gettin' is right
And roll with the rythm tonight
God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune
Hey little girl want to dance with you all night long
The music got me buzzin' and I feel pretty loose
I feel the rythm and it's comin' on strong baby baby
Lay the rythm on me baby, there's power in the sound
With everybody jumpin' we can bring the house down
So let's get to gettin' while the gettin' is right
And roll with the rythm tonight
God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune
God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my
Do do do ...
Love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune
Maandag 27 november 1972
Grandma's Party
Grandma's Party
Composer(s): Dominic Bugatti; Frank Musker
Performer(s): Paul Nicholas
I brushed my bowler and I grabbed my cane
Eleven thirty I was on my way
The stars are shining bright
And I'm feeling just right
For Grandma's party tonight
Across the city and I reach the spot
The snow was falling in the parking lot
Looks like the whole world's here
For the night of the year
It's Grandma's party tonight
I tell you everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
It's Grandma's party tonight
The bells are ringing and the Captain's here
Mister Sax is swinging from the chandelier
It's almost twelve o'clock
and we're ready to rock
At Grandma's party tonight
I tell you everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
It's Grandma's party tonight
Grandma's party
it's Grandma's party
It's Grandma's party tonight
Zondag 26 november 1972
Ten Pins In The Sky
Ten Pins In The Sky
Composer(s): Joseph McCarthy - Milton Ager
Performer(s): Judy Garland
Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring
Once upon a time it seems
All the world was wrapped in dreams
Playful little fellas, so they tell us
Said let's have our fling
Spring is in the air you know
It's time to wake `em up below, so
When the thunder starts to thunder
Don't run home and cry
They're playing ten pins in the sky
Little fellas way up yonder
Make the rain drops smile
While rolling bowling ten pins in the sky
The world will wear a new bonnet
Daffodils on it
Thanks to the skies above
Thunder and showers
Wake up the flowers
Where there are flowers there must be love
So laugh at raindrops
Laugh at thunder
Clouds will soon roll by
They're playing ten pins in the sky
The world will wear a new bonnet
Daffodils on it
Thanks to the skies above
Thunder and showers
Wake up the flowers
Where there are flowers there must be love
So laugh at raindrops
Laugh at thunder
Clouds will soon roll by
They're playing ten pins in the sky
Zondag 26 november 1972
My Mother's Wedding Day
My Mother's Wedding Day
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Pamela Britton
and various other artists
Meg:
Now if ye think this weddin' day went jus' a wee amiss
Then I will tell ye 'bout a weddin' far more daft than this
The lad involved turned out to be no other but my pa
An' by the strangest bit o' luck, the woman was my ma
MacGregor, MacKenna, MacGowan, MacGraw, MacVitie, MacNeil an' MacRae
Ay, all the folk in the village were there at my mother's weddin' day
For pa had asked his friend MacPhee, an' Mac had come with May MacGee
An' May invited ninety-three to my mother's weddin' day
Then up the road came Ed macKeen with half the town of Aberdeen
Ay, ev'ryone was on the scene at her mother's weddin' day
Meg:
At quarter to five everybody was there a-waitin' around in the room
MacVicker, MacDougall, MacDuff an' MacCoy--everybody but the groom
An' as the hours turtled by, the men got feelin' kind o' dry
An' thought they'd take a nip of rye while a-waitin' for the groom
An' while the men were dippin' in, the ladies started on the gin
An' soon the room began to spin at her mother's weddin' day
Meg:
Then all of a sudden the liquor was gone, the gin an' the whiskey an' all
An' all of a sudden the weddin' affair had become a bonnie brawl
For Pete MacGraw and Joe MacPhee began to fight for May MacGee
While May MacGee an' Sam MacKee were a-wooin' in the hall
So cold an' stiff was John MacVay, they used him for a servin' tray
For ev'ryone was blithe and gay at her mother's weddin' day
Meg:
MacDuff an' MacVitie were playin' a game, an' usin' MacCoy for the ball
MacKenna was eatin' the bridal bouquet, an' MacNeil hung on the wall
When finally my father came, his eyes were red, his nose aflame
He dinna even know his name; he was drunkest of them all
The people were lyin' all over the room a'lookin' as if they were dead
Then mother uncovered the minister quick, an' she told 'im: Go ahead
Then pa kneeled down on Bill MacRae, an' mother kneeled on Jock MacKay
The preacher stood on John MacVay, and that's how my ma was wed
It was a sight beyond compare. I ought to know, for I was there
There never was a day as rare as her mother's weddin' day!
Zondag 26 november 1972
Grandma's Hands
Grandma's Hands
Composer(s): Bill Withers
Performer(s): Bill Withers;
and various other artists
Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
"Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
"Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands"
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands
Zaterdag 25 november 1972
Ten Percent
Ten Percent
Composer(s): John Kander - Fred Ebb
Performer(s): Harry Groener; Lee Konitz
Did you know that "Hang up, you worm!"
Well, maybe it's a figure of speech
But it ain't nice, "Hang up, you worm!"
And neither is "Get off me, you leech!"
And last week I heard it said
I was "nothing but a bloodsucker shrimp"
And next week, to look ahead
It's "Tell him I'm not in, he's a pimp!"
Well I find those insults difficult to bear
But I don't let them get the best of me
'Cause way down deep, I honestly don't care
For I am a theatrical agent
I'll stay a theatrical agent
And a theatrical agent's what I'm proud to be
Most people sneer at me but I can pay the rent
As long as I collect my ten percent
Throw your career at me
You've found the perfect goat
As long as I collect my ten percent
The stars are here today and then forgotten
The rocket flares then suddenly it melts
I'd stop to say the system's really rotten
But I'm too busy signing someone else
You gotta live, kid!
No fans will cheer at me
Yet I remain content
As long as I collect my ten percent
Nobody ever sings me no hosanna
I've even heard me called a parasite
They say I got the soul of a piranha
But I ate Lobster Thermidor last night
And what did you have?
I'm not the Spotlight Kid
I'm not the Main Event
And yet I bloom and thrive
I'm happy I'm alive
I live on Lakeshore Drive
On ten percent
Ten Percent!
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
