Maandag 4 december 1972
Tenderness On The Block
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Tenderness On The Block
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Maandag 4 december 1972
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van)
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way)
Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh
Performer(s): Mary Lloyd
We had to move away
'Cos the rent we couldn't pay
The moving van came round just after dark
There was me and my old man
Shoving things inside the van
Which we'd often done before, let me remark
We packed all that could be packed
In the van, and that's a fact
And we got inside all that we could get inside
Then we packed all we could pack
On the tailboard at the back
Till there wasn't any room for me to ride
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
And you can't trust a "Special"
Like the old-time copper
When you can't find your way home
I gave a helping hand
With the marble wash hand-stand
And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad
All at once, the car-man bloke
Had an accident and broke
Well, the nicest bit of china that we had
You'll understand, of course
I was cross about the loss
Same as any other human woman would
But I soon got over that
What with "two out" and a chat
'Cos it's little things like that what does you good
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Oh! I'm in such a mess
I don't know the new address
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood
And I feel as if I might
Have to stay out here all night
And that ain't a goin' to do me any good
I don't make no complaint
But I'm coming over faint
What I want now's a good substantial feed
And I sort 'o kind 'o feel
If I don't soon have a meal
I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed!
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Maandag 4 december 1972
Grantchester Meadows
Grantchester Meadows
Composer(s): Roger Waters
Performer(s): Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night, be gone
This is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes covering the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
Zondag 3 december 1972
Tenderness
Tenderness
Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers
Performer(s): Diana Ross
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with a tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me, try to be understanding
Tenderness is all that I'm asking
Don't feel like I'm making conditions
I wanna to overcome my inhibitions
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with the tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
'Cause tonight I'll play with you
Please be gentle
Love me
Kindness
Love me
Hug me
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin' less
Try to be understanding
Try to be understanding
Zondag 3 december 1972
Old Kentucky Home
Old Kentucky Home
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' em off with my gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up - she grew out
Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind
Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped each day
But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Zondag 3 december 1972
Grano De Pus
Grano De Pus
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Grano de pus, grano de pus
esta canción es un grano de pus
nacida de una mala digestión
de la ensalada de la situación
Grano de pus, grano de pus
qué cosa rara es un grano de pus
es como un putrefacto galardón
forunculera condecoración
Grano de pus, grano de pus
nadie se libra de un grano de pus
desde el mismísimo rey Salomón
hasta el hermosísimo Alain Delon
Grano de pus, grano de pus
hasta el amor es un grano de pus
esas agujetas del corazón
son la más torpe contaminación
Grano de pus, grano de pus
la inteligencia es un grano de pus
cuando el fin único de la razón
es ser adicto a la televisión
Grano de pus, grano de pus
no somos más que un granito de pus
perdidos en una gran infección
que se pretende civilización
Grano de pus, grano de pus
nuestro planeta es un grano de pus
cuajado y a punto de reventón
pero eso sí, ¡Atleti campeón!
Grano de pus, grano de pus
no somos más que un granito de pus
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
Tenderly
Tenderly
Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Walter Lloyd Gross
First release by: Sarah Vaughan - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
My Old Friend The Blues
My Old Friend The Blues
Composer(s): Steve Earl
Performer(s): The Proclaimers
and various other artists
Just when every ray of hope was gone
I should have known that you would come along
I can’t believe I ever doubted you
My old friend the blues
Another lonely night, a nameless town
If sleep don’t take me first, you’ll come around
’cause I know I can always count on you
My old friend the blues
Lovers leave and friends will let you down
But you’re the only sure thing that I’ve found
No matter what I do I’ll never lose
My old friend the blues
Just let me hide my weary heart in you
My old friend the blues
Zaterdag 2 december 1972
Grand-Père (Georges Moustaki)
Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends
On est du même bois on est du même sang
Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi
Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople
Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas
Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi
Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope
Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître
Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais
Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler
A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes
Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde
C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts
Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage
Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux
Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux
Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large
Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves
Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais
Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré
Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé
Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français
Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends
Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps
Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
Tender Is The Night
Tender Is The Night
Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
and multiple other artists
Tender is the night
So tender is the night
There's no one in the world
Except the two of us
Should tomorrow
Find us disenchanted
We have shared a love
That few have known
Summers by the sea
A sailboat in Capri
These memories shall be
Our very own
Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night
Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
My Old Flame
My Old Flame
Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston
Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington
Covered by various other artists
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I haven't met a gent
So innocent or elegant
As my old flame
I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame
I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame
Vrijdag 1 december 1972
Grand-Père (Georges Brassens)
Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant
La route qui mène à cent ans
La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois
L'coup du pèr' François
L'avait donné de son vivant
Tant de bonheur à ses enfants
Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré
Tout pour l'enterrer
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir une bière, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père
Un' pair' de bott's pointues
S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent
Çui-là toucha son but
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de borner nos prétentions
A un' bièr' d'occasion
Contre un pot de miel on acquit
Les quatre planches d'un mort qui
Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs
A une âme sœur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un corbillard, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse
De dir' vers quel endroit
Ça rendrait les dames confuses
Et je n'en ai pas le droit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de porter sur notre dos
L'funèbre fardeau.
S'il eût pu revivre un instant
Grand-père aurait été content
D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur'
Comme un empereur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un goupillon, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma bénédiction"
Avant même que le vicaire
Ait pu lâcher un cri
J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr'
Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah! c'est pas joli...
Ah! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Donderdag 30 november 1972
Tender Hands
Tender Hands
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Dear hands, tender hands
'touch my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish
Warm eyes, softest eyes
'brush my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
for these two gifts I can but love thee for
fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
Tender hands, softest eyes
Donderdag 30 november 1972
My Old Dutch
My Old Dutch
Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
and various other artists
I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer
She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er
It's forty years since fust we met
Her hair was then as black as jet
It's whiter now, but she don't fret
Not my old gal
We've been together now for forty years
An' it don't seem a day too much
There ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
No, there ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
Donderdag 30 november 1972
Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Lonesome Standard Time;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse
Chorus:
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war
Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got T.V.
Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too!
Stained glass in every window
Hearing aids in every pew
Repeat Chorus:
Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband "Mister"
And walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died
Repeat Chorus:
Woensdag 29 november 1972
Tenant
Tenant
Composer(s): Siouxsie Sioux - Steven Severin
Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees
Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
So we crawl into corners
ignore any callers and imagine our radiators
clang for our neighbors
When we crawl on all fours-upon the cushioned floor
still they cling to the wall
and knock on our doors
and the tendency for tenants is tenacity
The paint is cracked and the paper peels
the plaster falls
and the body reels... softly
Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
but they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
and the tendency for tenants is secrecy... sssssssh
Woensdag 29 november 1972
My Number One Dream Come True
My Number One Dream Come True
Composer(s): Johnny Green; Lew Brown
Performer(s): Doris Day; Helen Forrest
A million times a day
I pinch myself and say
My number one dream came true
And if I rub my eyes
It's only in surprise
My number one dream came true
I had my number two and three and four dreams
With lots of possibilities in each
I might have planned on dreaming even more dreams
`Cause number one was way beyond reach
I can't believe it yet
But if my fate was set
It did what I wanted to
Don't ask me when or how or why
But if I'm here with you
My number one dream came true
Woensdag 29 november 1972
Grand-Mère
Grand-Mère
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Faut voir grand-mère
Grand-mère et sa poitrine
Grand-mère et ses usines
Et ses vingt secrétaires
Faut voir mère-grand
Diriger ses affaires
Elle vend des courants d'air
Déguisés en coups de vent
Faut voir grand-mère
Quand elle compte son magot
Ça fait des tas de zéros
Pointés comme son derrière
Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que l'argent
Ne fait pas le bonheur
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos petits épargnants
Aient le sens des valeurs
Faut voir grand-mère
C'est une tramontane
Qui fume le Havane
Et fait trembler la Terre
Faut voir grand-mère
Cerclée de généraux
Être culotte de peau
Et gagner leur guèguerre
Faut voir grand-mère
Dressée sous son chapeau
C'est Waterloo
Où s'rait pas venu Blucher
Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que l'armée
Elle bat l'beure
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos chers piou-pious
Aient le sens des valeurs
Faut voir grand-mère
S'assure sur la mort
Un p'tit coup d'presbytère
Un p'tit coup de r'mords
Faut voir grand-mère
Et ses ligues de vertu
Ses anciens combattants
Ses anciens combattus
Faut voir grand-mère
Quand elle se croit pécheresse
Un grand verre de grand-messe
Et un doigt de couvent
Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que les curés
Sont farceurs
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos petits incroyants
Aient le sens des valeurs
Mais il faut voir grand-père
Dans les bistrots bavards
Où claquent les billards
Et les chopes de bière
Faut voir père-grand
Caresser les roseaux
Effeuiller les étangs
Et pleurer du Rimbaud
Faut voir grand-père
Dimanche finissant
Honteux et regretant
D'avoir trompé grand-mère
Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-mère se tape la bonne
En lui disant que les hommes
Sont menteurs
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et notre belle jeunesse
Aient le sens des valeurs
Dinsdag 28 november 1972
Ten Years Gone
Ten Years Gone
Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go
Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad?
Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had?
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good?
'Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would
Through the eyes an' I sparkle, senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way, see your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest, the nest is in our soul
Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
I'm never gonna leave you, I'm never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone
Dinsdag 28 november 1972
My Name Is Tallulah
