Vrijdag 9 maart 1973
That Warm Summer Night
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That Warm Summer Night
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Vrijdag 9 maart 1973
Ça Fait Mal
Ça Fait Mal
((Adapted from: It Hurts Me (by Elvis Presley) - 1964))
Composer(s): Joy Byers - Charles E. Daniels - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Ça fait mal
De te voir pleurer
Pour cette fille-là
Ça fait mal
De te voir maltraité
Quand je dis
Elle n'est pas pour toi
À quoi bon, tu ne me crois pas
Ça fait mal
De voir pleurer un copain
Oublie-la, je t'en prie
Renonce à l'aimer
Car elle ment souvent
Tu le sais
Mais quand je dis
Elle n'est pas pour toi
A quoi bon, tu ne me crois pas
Ça fait mal
Quand je te vois pleurer comme ça
Toi, tu l'aimes tant
D'un amour si grand
Que pour elle
Oui, oui, c'est un jeu
Elle te ment toujours
Tu le sais pourtant
Tu le sais
Rien n'est vrai
Dans son amour
Ça fait mal
De te voir ainsi maltraité
Ami, laisse-moi te parler
J'ai beau crier, c'est insensé
Oui, j'ai beau le crier
Oh, toi, tu ne me crois pas
Pourtant un jour tu verras
Mon ami, que j'avais raison
Cette fois-là
Vrijdag 9 maart 1973
Guitare Et Tambourin
Guitare Et Tambourin
Composer(s): Robert Marcucci;
Jean Broussolle; Bobby De Angelis
Perfomer(s): Dalida;
Petula Clark; Luis Mariano
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare
Pour que partout de Tahiti à la Volga
Aussitôt ce soit la même histoire
Et vole les jolies demoiselles
Comme des tourterelles pour s'en aller danser
En ribambelle comme des hirondelles
S'en vont à tire d'ailes au soleil de l'été
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain des Balalaï-aïka
Pour qu'aussitôt la fille en pleur
Oublie son cœur dans les coquelicots
Le long de la Volga
Et danse danse sous les tonnelles
La pauvre demoiselle qui avait tant pleuré
Et recommence avant les fiançailles
Les baisers dans la paille derrière les moulins
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare
Pour qu'aussitôt à Tahiti la Vahiné
Parte dans les flots larguer l'amarre
Et vole la jolie demoiselle
Comme une tourterelle pour s'en aller danser
Vogue la belle, vogue sur la lagune
Les vagues sous la lune ont le goût des baisers.
A Tahiti ou à Capri
Comme là-bas sur la Volga
Donderdag 8 maart 1973
That Tumble Down Shack In Athlone
That Tumble Down Shack In Athlone
Performer(s): Richard W. Pascoe - Monte Carlo - Alma Sanders
I'm a long way from home and my thoughts ever roam
To ould Erin far over the sea
For my heart it is there, where the skies are so fair
And ould Ireland is calling for me
There are eyes that are sad, as they watch for a lad
In the old fashioned town of Athlone
And I pray for the day, when I'm sailing away
To ould Ireland, and mother, my own
Oh! I want to go back to that tumble down shack
Where the wild roses bloom 'round the door
Just to pillow my head, in that ould trundle bed
Just to see my ould mother once more
There's a bright gleaming light, guiding me home tonight
Down the long road of white cobble stone
Down the road that leads back, to that tumble down shack
To that tumble down shack in Athlone
Donderdag 8 maart 1973
Ça Fait Drôle
Ça Fait Drôle
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Ça fait drôle, ça fait vraiment drôle
Quand nos corps se frôlent
De nous éveiller
Emerveillés...
Ça fait drôle de sortir d'un rêve
Au creux d'un lit tiède
Surpris par le jour
Dans notre amour...
L'existence
Toujours étonnante
Fait de ces miracles
Faudrait l'applaudir
Comme au spectacle
Ça fait drôle, j'avais peur de vivre
Et puis tout arrive
Et ce tout pour moi
Ça veut dire toi
Ça fait drôle de rejouer ce rôle
Contre ton épaule
Ce rôle oublié
De femme aimée...
De renaître
De me reconnaître
Dans les yeux d'un être
Lorsque lui non plus
N'y croyait plus
Il me semble
Que mes jambes tremblent
Que tout recommence
Après des années de longue absence
Ça fait drôle, je reprends ma place
Faut que je m'y fasse
J'apprends le bonheur
J'l'apprends par cœur
Ces voyages, je ne peux pas y croire
J'ai eu trop d'histoires
Je traîne avec moi trop de mémoire
Mais quand même
Ça fait drôle quand même
D'entendre "je t'aime"
Car si cette fois-ci...
Si cette fois-ci...
Si cette fois-ci...
Si cette fois-ci...
Si cette fois-ci...
Si cette fois-ci...
Donderdag 8 maart 1973
Guitar Slim
Guitar Slim
Composer(s): Eddie Jones
Performer(s): Eddie "Guitar Slim" Jones
Now they call me Guitar Slim, baby
and I'm come to play in your town
now if you don't like my music
I will not hang around
I like my pocket full of money, baby
and my whiskey, gin and wine
I like to eat a country dinner
and I like to get me loving all the time
now they call me Guitar Slim, baby
and I'm come to play in your town
I'm still gonna jump and clown
Woensdag 7 maart 1973
That Train Don't Stop Here
That Train Don't Stop Here
Performer(s): Los Lobos
Looking out my window
I see my world has changed
The sun won't rise this mornin'
'Cause baby's gone away
Yesterday I could tell myself
That she'd be back for sure
But that train don't stop here anymore
She used to go out with the girls
Every now and then
She always came home early
We'd jump in bed by ten
She'd tell me that she loved me
She would forevermore
But that train don't stop here anymore
Nothin' changes faster than baby's fickle mind
I know she' lovin' someone
Somewhere down the line
I know that she still has a key
I'm waiting by the door
But that train don't stop here anymore
She ran out through the back door
Screamin' in the night
She said I was the devil
I didn't treat her right
The man down at the station
Said "That was her for sure"
Now that train don't stop here anymore
Woensdag 7 maart 1973
Ça Fait D'excellents Français
Ça Fait D'excellents Français
Composer(s): Jean Boyer - George Van Parys
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Le colonel était dans la finance
Le commandant était dans l'industrie
Le capitaine était dans l'assurance
Et le lieutenant était dans l'épicerie
Le juteux était huissier de la banque de France
Le sergent était boulanger-patissier
Le caporal était dans l'ignorance
Et le 2e classe était rentier
Et tout ça, ça fait
D'excellents Français
D'excellents soldats
Qui marchent au pas
Ils n'en avaient plus l'habitude
Mais c'est comme la bicyclette ça s'oublie pas
Et tous ces gaillards
Qui pour la plupart
Ont des gosses qu'ont leur certificat d'étude
Oui tous ces braves gens
Sont partis chiquement
Pour faire tout comme jadis
C'que leurs pères ont fait pour leurs fils
Le colonel avait de l'albumine
Le commandant souffrait du gros colon
Le capitaine avait bien mauvaise mine
Et le lieutenant avait des ganglions
Le juteux avait des coliques néphrétiques
Le sergent avait le pilor atrophié
Le caporal un cor isachronique
Et le 2e classe des cors aux pieds
Et tout ça, ça fait
D'excellents Français
D'excellents soldats
Qui marchent au pas
Oubliant dans cette aventure
Qu'ils étaient douillets, fragiles et délicats
Et tous ces gaillards
Qui pour la plupart
Prenaient des cachets, des gouttes et des mixtures
Les v'là bien portants
Tout comme à vingt ans
D'où vient ce miracle là?
Mais du pinard et du tabac!
Le colonel était de l'Action française
Le commandant était un modéré
Le capitaine était pour le diocèse
Et le lieutenant boulottait du curé
Le juteux était un fervent extrémiste
Le sergent un socialiste convaincu
Le caporal, inscrit sur toutes les listes
Et le 2e classe au PMU!
Et tout ça, ça fait
D'excellents Français
D'excellents soldats
Qui marchent au pas
En pensant que la République
C'est encore le meilleur régime ici bas
Et tous ces gaillards
Qui pour la plupart
N'étaient pas du même avis en politique
Les v'là tous d'accord
Quel que soit leur sort
Ils désirent tous désormais
Qu'on nous foute une bonne fois la paix!
Woensdag 7 maart 1973
Guitar Man (Jerry Reed)
Guitar Man
Composer(s): Jerry Reed
First recording/First release by: Jerry Reed – 1966/1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
With a swingin' little guitar man
Show 'em, son
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Dinsdag 6 maart 1973
That Sunday, That Summer
That Sunday, That Summer
Composer(s): George David Weiss - Joe Sherman
Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole
and multiple other artists
(If I had to choose just one day)
If I had to choose just one day
To last my whole life through
It would surely be that Sunday
The day that I met you
Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills
Summer was a-coming in but fast
Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills
Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper
"Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her"
If I had to choose one moment
To live within my heart
It would be that tender moment
Recalling how we started
Darling, it would be when you smiled at me
That way, that Sunday, that summer
(Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills)
(Summer was a-comin' in but fast)
(Lots of daffodils were showin' off their skills)
(Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper)
("Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her")
If I had to choose one moment
To live within my heart
It would be that tender moment
Recalling how we started
Darling, it would be when you smiled at me
That way, that Sunday, that summer
Dinsdag 6 maart 1973
Ça Fait Désordre
Ça Fait Désordre
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Ça fait désordre, j'imprime pas tout
Ça fait désordre, je passe à côté d' tout
J'ai pas l' talent d' l'ordinateur
Lui, la mémoire, moi, les souvenirs au cœur
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout
Ça fait désordre, d'être prisonnier
D' prendre tous ces trucs pour planer, et t'échapper
C'est du chantage aux sentiments
Ces faux paradis, c'est ta vie qui fout l' camp
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout
Dinsdag 6 maart 1973
Guitar And Pen
Guitar And Pen
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get off of the floor tonight
You have something to write
When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey"
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac
You're alone
You're alone
You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Maandag 5 maart 1973
That Southern Hospitality (When You're Down In Dixie)
That Southern Hospitality (When You're Down In Dixie)
Composer(s): Chas. McCarron - Raymond Walker
I love to meet a man and take him by the hand
if he's from Dixie from dear old Dixie
Because in Dixie land the people treat you grand
They've got that Southern Hospitality
Gee, there's something the matter with you
If you can really be lonesome and blue in Dixie
You'll find a welcome there on every easy chair
When you're in Dixie
In dear old Dixie
And when you get a meal, you get a meal that's real
With good old sweet potatoes Southern style
While there's nothing the matter with me
I know a little bit better I'd be in Dixie
When you're down in Dixie
In a town in Dixie
With its Southern ways,
Its "Home and Mother" days
In their arms they take you
Right at home, they make you
Oh, oh, oh, you're always pickin' on a chicken
When you're down in Dixie
In a town in Dixie
You're welcome, you're welcome to all you see
And the population's at the station there
When your train pulls in from "Any where"
They're always glad to see you, take it from me
It's that Southern Hospitality
Maandag 5 maart 1973
Ça Balance Pas Mal À Paris
Ça Balance Pas Mal À Paris
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall & Michel Berger
[France] J'suis née ici
[Michel] Pas à Memphis
[France] J'suis de Paris
[Michel] Pas de famille
[France] J'ai jamais connu Cab Calloway
[Michel] J'ai jamais rien produit sur Brodway
[France] J'connais Passy
[Michel] Pas Albany
[France] J'suis pas Yankee
[Michel] T'es bien titi
[France] Moi j'suis pas pour les cocoricos
[Michel] Y a aussi du mauvais dans l'Ohio
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[France] J'veux faire un show
[Michel] J'demande pas mieux
[France] Mets du nouveau
[Michel] Cest tout c'que j'veux
[France] Mais j'veux pas copier Ginger Rogers
[Michel] Pourquoi toujours América first
[France] West side story
[Michel] C'est bien fini
[France] Les parapluies
[Michel] C'était joli
[France] Mais je veux faire quelque chose à moi
[Michel] Faudra travailler mais pourquoi pas
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[Michel]
Les claquettes c'est plus de notre époque
La Métro Goldwin Mayer c'est plus la meilleure
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance aussi
Maandag 5 maart 1973
Guilty (UB40)
Guilty
Composer(s): Tiger
Performer(s): UB40
Well hello baby
Come sit down, make your self comfortable
Tell me somthing, how long have we known each other?
About ten months huh?
Say what`s that on your finger? An engagement ring?
So you and john are getting engaged huh ?
You know he`s a mighty lucky guy
Should be proud to have a woman like you
Listen, I`ve got something to tell you
Don`t think I`m getting fresh or anything like that
But this things been bugging me for a long time you know
And it's getting heavier each and every day
And I`ve just gotta get it off my chest
See I`ve never seen anyone like you
I`ve never known anyone like you
Let me take me back to my childhood a while
See we had a medium size family you know we were`nt rich
But my mother tried to bring us us the best she could
Did`nt commit no crime nor nothing
But I had to reach man hood to commit this crime
According to the code of love, if there is such a code
See love is a thing well, you know?
It`s a bit like quicksand
The more you wriggle the deeper you sink
And when it hit`s you you`ve just got to fall
That's why I do believe that I am Guilty
Guilty of loving you
Zondag 4 maart 1973
That Song Is Driving Me Crazy
That Song Is Driving Me Crazy
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
I love that part about break my heart and baby please come home
And I love that line about a-hurtin' my mind and my beer ain't got no foam
That song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Well you sing high and I'll sing low and everybody sing along
But everybody quit while I get my kick singin' bring that boogie home
Hmmmm, that song is a a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Okay gang... well that song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Zondag 4 maart 1973
Ça A Raté
Ça A Raté
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Un jour que dans la rue seule je me promenais
Un garçon inconnu soudain m'a accostée
J'ai fait celle qui n'entendait rien, ne voyait rien
Et l'ignorait mais ça a raté
Le lendemain par hasard comme je me promenais
Je l'ai vu sans retard venir me relancer
Pour le décourager je lui ai parlé de moi sans arrêt
Mais ça a raté
Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?"
Et il a si bien insisté
Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard
Ensemble oui nous avons twisté
Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?"
Et il a si bien insisté
Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard
Ensemble oui nous avons twisté
On se voit chaque jour et dois je l'avouer
Je suis prise à mon tour car je crois bien l'aimer
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Zondag 4 maart 1973
Guilty (Pearls)
Guilty
Composer(s): R. Roker; G. Shury
Performer(s): Pearls
As a lover you run for cover whenever trouble appears
Kiss and run again, you kiss and run again
Always ending in tears
You’ve been floating around like a butterfly
But I’m going to give you doubt
‘Cause you’ve been found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y
Now I’m on the case, keeping you in place
Ain’t so easy to do
Don’t step out of line, or you’re gonna find
I’ll come a-gunning for you
Just like an agent from the FBI, I’m gonna get my man
‘Cause you’ve been found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y
found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y
I said G-u-i-l-t-y
Zaterdag 3 maart 1973
That Song About The Midway
That Song About The Midway
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear
You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings
You looked so grand wearing wings
Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing
Can you fly
I heard you can! Can you fly
Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky
I followed with the sideshows to another town
And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds
You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice
And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice
I heard your bid once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
Pack it in
I heard you did! Pack it in
Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win
So lately you've been hiding, it was somewhere in the news
And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues
And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime
I've lost my fire overtime
Always playin' one more hand for one more dime
Slowin' down
I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down
And I envy you the valley that you've found
'Cause I'm midway down the midway
Slowin' down, down, down, down
Zaterdag 3 maart 1973
Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies
