Donderdag 14 maart 1974
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Dagny
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Donderdag 14 maart 1974
Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; The Muffin Men
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Somewhat later on
I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back
With a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ...
Plastic leather, 14 triple D
I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
Now Darling Stomp All Over Me! ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Is this something new
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure ... it's ... uh ... uh ... all I need)
"What is this, a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure ..."
(What is ...?) (You know ...)
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Well ...
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Donderdag 14 maart 1974
Flamenca Real
Flamenca Real
Performer(s): Jaime Roos
Tengo pocas armonías
y las guardo para ti
Tengo pocas novedades
y las traigo para ti
Hay días que pienso en mi vida
lejos de tu maldición
Hay días que le tengo ganas
a tus caderas bordó
Flamenca Real
Reina del Carnaval
Voy a dibujar la estela
de tus pies sobre el cristal
Voy a enseñarte mis lujos
pasodoble y chachachá
La Flor de Maastricht
Violento Elixir
Flamenca Real
Woensdag 13 maart 1974
The Days Of Sand And Shovels
The Days Of Sand And Shovels
Composer(s): Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton
and multiple other artists
When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door
Her nose was pressed against the window pane
When I looked at her she smiled
And showed a place where two teeth used to be
And I heard her ask her mom
If she could come outside and play with me
Soon the days of sand and shovels
Gave way to the mysteries of life
Then I noticed she was changing
And I looked at her through different eyes
We became as one and knew a love
Without beginning or an end
And everyday I lived with her
Was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
After many years our love grew silent
And at night I heard her cry
And when she left me in the fall
I knew that this would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her
Everything she needed for a while
But in searching for a pefect love
I found that I could not give her a child
Now she lives a quiet life
And is a mother of a little girl
And everytime I pass her house
My thoughts go back into another world
Cause I see her little girl
Her nose is pressed against the window pane
And she thinks I'm a lonely man
Who wants to come inside out of the rain
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
Woensdag 13 maart 1974
Carolina (Joe Dassin)
Carolina
((English Version: Sad Sweet Dreamer (Sweet Sensation))
Composer(s): Des Parton - Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait
Elle est si jolie, si fragile
Qu'on a presque peur, presque peur d'y toucher
Elle est le bonheur impossible à rêver
Elle ressemble un peu à ma chance
J'ai presque peur, presque peur d'y penser
Et plus je la vois plus je pense à rêver
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait
Elle a le regard de l'enfance
Mais elle a aussi les pouvoirs de la fée
C'est la beauté qui commence à rêver
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait
Je me suis fait prendre au piège
Oh, mais j'aime ma prison
Et c'est si bon de perdre la raison
Un matin, le printemps se donne
Je sais bien, je sais bien qu'il va s'en aller
Mais j'ai tellement mieux que l'automne à rêver
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait
Woensdag 13 maart 1974
Flambée Montalbanaise
Flambée Montalbanaise
Composer(s): Gus Viseur
Performer(s): André Minvielle;
and various other artists
Oyez la mélodie
Le fond du soir
Un café
Écoutez, c'est le blues
Du coin le Gus y joue
Du biniou
Comm' fait Bach
Pour une chanson
Pucelle aux ailes déployées
Rame, langue Albatros
Pique et trame au papier
Le cap et la falaise, balèze!
J'écoutais montalbanaise
Une envolée de braises
Noyé, je m'eau de vie-gueur
Viseur au coeur, liqueur soeur
A cloche-pieds, cigarette
Une bouffée volée, yé
Au vent de la postérité
Allez vas-y va
Chaloupe ta mélopée
Ma chanson de café
Charlie passe Parker
Et l'Gus au biniou
Souffle aussi
Comme Black au sax
Si le be -bop à valser
Devait sceller vos nuits
Blues et Polka piquée
Temps
Tu nous réconcilies
M'entends-tu d'accordéon?
Monteille c’était tout petit
Le paradis d'été
Sambapathie, dada plouc
On ramait bal d'amour flou
Mais un souffle est dévoilé
Une poussée bleue, d'envie
M'accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur
Et ceux, les "griff' le temps"
Ont mis les doigts de cordes
Apaches et Django Mississipi
Didi guitare aussi m'a dit
Et Paris loue, Paris prie
Le tango bord de Marne
Chavire la valsouze
Intemporelle et blues
Goutte à goutte ces divines
My lady valsées
Filles et femmes tam-tam
Au fil du temps
Funambules et modernité
(Comme) on jette à l'eau du calme
Un caillou ricochet
Par ondes d'ondes là
Passe-passe l'écho
Des papis d'au-delà du top
Réveillez la mélodie, la chanson des cafés
Vocalise la bob French
Scat et valsez one more
D'oc
Comme un souffle dévoilé
Une poussée bleue d'envie
Accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur
Dinsdag 12 maart 1974
Il Volto Della Vita
Il Volto Della Vita
((Adapted from: Days Of Pearly Spencer (David McWilliams) - 1967))
Composer(s): David McWilliams - Daiano - Mogol
Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1968
Con il corpo sono qui
Ma la mente mia non c'è
Corre dietro a dei ricordi
E chi la ferma píu
I miei occhi sono chiusi
Ma ci vedo molto bene
Son davanti ad una casa
Entro e vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore
Rose rosse alle pareti
Giochi d'ombra sul tuo viso
Come ali le mie braccia
Si apron verso te
Ed ancora la mia mente
Non è stanca di vagare
E mi porta lungo il fiume
E in fondo vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore
Sei vestito un poco strano
Ma d'altronde, come sempre
Il mio cuore ti fa festa
Solo a un passo da te
Ma qualcuno ha bussato
E il mio viaggio è terminato
Io mi alzo per aprire
Apro e vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore
Il volto della vita, ah ah
Dinsdag 12 maart 1974
Carolina (Chico Buarque)
Carolina
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Carolina
Nos seus olhos fundos
Guarda tanta dor
A dor de todo esse mundo
Eu já lhe expliquei que não vai dar
Seu pranto não vai nada mudar
Eu já convidei para dançar
É hora, já sei, de aproveitar
Lá fora, amor
Uma rosa nasceu
Todo mundo sambou
Uma estrela caiu
Eu bem que mostrei sorrindo
Pela janela, ói que lindo
Mas Carolina não viu
Carolina
Nos seus olhos tristes
Guarda tanto amor
O amor que já não existe
Eu bem que avisei, vai acabar
De tudo lhe dei para aceitar
Mil versos cantei pra lhe agradar
Agora não sei como explicar
Lá fora, amor
Uma rosa morreu
Uma festa acabou
Nosso barco partiu
Eu bem que mostrei a ela
O tempo passou na janela
Só Carolina não viu
Dinsdag 12 maart 1974
Flagrant Délit (Johnny Hallyday)
Flagrant Délit
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Les hommes qui viennent chasser
Ont découvert un nouveau gibier
Pourvu que vous soyez jeunes
Ils vous pourchassent à la moindre occasion
Ça s'appelle la chasse au jeune
Elle se pratique souvent aujourd'hui
Pourvu que vous soyez jeunes
On vous surprend en flagrant délit
Flagrant délit de jeunesse
C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse
Dans les rues faites attention
Ils vous piquent à la moindre occasion
La chevelure ou bien la silhouette
Ça leur suffit pour repérer la bête
Ils courent après comme après un lapin
Qui vient saccager leur joli jardin
On vous accuse de jeunesse
C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse
Vos habits et votre aspect
Vous rendent tous un peu plus suspect
En vérité je vous le dis
Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit
Flagrant délit de jeunesse
C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse
En vérité je vous le dis
Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit
En vérité je vous le dis
Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit...
Maandag 11 maart 1974
Days Of Pearly Spencer
Days Of Pearly Spencer
((Italian Version: Il Volto Della Vita (Caterina Caselli) - 1968))
Composer(s): David McWilliams
First release by: David McWilliams - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So Pearly don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you've risen from
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost won
Maandag 11 maart 1974
Oh Dearne
Oh Dearne
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Bennie Jolink - Ferdy Jolij
Performer(s): Normaal - 1977
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Loast kwam ik ow tegen in mien stamcafe
Ik liep ow tegen 't lief op weg noar de plee
Oh, nem me niet kwalijk, drink der eentjen van mien
En nog gin uurtjen loater had ik ow . gezien
Moar ik mocht der niet op, i-j zeijen later mischien
En dat gezeik dat duurt now al 'n wehk of 10
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Ik begin der van te balen want 't duurt te lang
Van de pastoor of de dominee bun i-j toch niet bang
I-j zegt da-j van mien hold, moar dat geleuf ik niet
I-j wet niet wat i-j mist an wat hier recht op 't ende steet
Gun mien toch een duik want ik krieg 't zo heet
't Is zo gebeurd, i-j wet hoe gauw dat geet
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Oh, dearntjen, goa-j met mien met noar buuten
Oh, dearntjen, kom effe bi-j mien
Ja, dearntjen ooh
Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt...
Maandag 11 maart 1974
Flagrant Délit (Herbert Léonard)
Flagrant Délit
Composer(s): V. Buggy; J. Lepers
Performer(s): Herbert Léonard
J'aime le goût salé de ta peau
Quand ton corps tout bronzé sort de l'eau
Et ce parfum léger qui me rend fou
J'aime tes yeux étranges qui sourient
Quand tes lèvres me mangent comme un fruit
Ce plaisir qui dérange autour de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
Encore tout éblouis de promesses
Avoir envie de toi envie de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts
J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi
Et mourir, mourir en toi
J'aime les mots troublants des secrets
Que tu murmures avant et après
Qui font battre mon sang, trembler ma voix
J'aime quand tu gémis de plaisir
Et toute anéantie te sentir
Amoureusement blottie entre mes bras
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
Encore tout éblouis de promesses
Avoir envie de toi envie de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts
J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi
Et mourir, mourir en toi
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
Pris en flagrant délit, oui
Zondag 10 maart 1974
Days Of My Youth
Days Of My Youth
Composer(s): Kuiokalani Lee
Performer(s): Don Ho
and multiple other artists
Used to fly like the birds on the wings of the wind
I have played in the sun with a joy deep within
I had laughter as a toy and a sweet for my tooth
In the beautiful days of my youth
Ev'ry one that I met was a friend, not a foe
The fears I have learned way back then I didn't know
Not one deed meant unkind, not one thought uncouth
In the beautiful days of my youth
The time quickly passed, the years traveled on
The hopes and the dreams have diminished and gone
Now the child that I face, how familiar he seems
He's wearing my eyes and living my dreams
Ah, my innocent child
I'll spare the untruths
Of the magical days, the bright shining days
The beautiful days of your youth
Zondag 10 maart 1974
Carol
Carol
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout
It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride
You park the car out in the open you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am
'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing
Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away
Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
Well you can't dance I know you would you could
I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away
I've got to learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Zondag 10 maart 1974
Flagenheim's Odorless Cheese
Flagenheim's Odorless Cheese
Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Dick Powell
There are theme songs and theme songs and theme songs
You hear ev'ry night on the air
There are cigarette, coffee, and cream songs
And songs about clothes you should wear
But the song of all theme songs, the tune of all tunes
Is the song that the Flagenheim baritone croons
To enjoy your veal cutlets, potatoes and peas
Top off your dinner with Flagenheim cheese
It will aid your digestion
So take my suggestion
Get Flagenheim's odorless cheese
Zaterdag 9 maart 1974
The Day You Leave Me
The Day You Leave Me
Composer(s): Cy Coleman - C. Gore
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
On the day you leave me, it still will be spring
Roses will be blooming, and robins will sing
Subways will be running, doorbells will ring
And all in all, the sky won't fall
The sun won't suddenly grow colder
Without your arm around my shoulder
On the day you leave me, there still will be stars
Fog in San Francisco, and rockets to Mars
Balconies and moonlight, Spanish guitars
But will they be of any use to me?
For I know after you've gone, somehow, life will go on
How it will continue, I just don't have a clue
On the day I don't have you
Zaterdag 9 maart 1974
Caro Nome
Caro Nome
((English Version: Here (Tony Martin))
Composer(s): Giuseppe Verdi
Performer(s): Maria Callas
and multiple other artists
Gualtier Maldè!.. Nome di lui siamato
ti scolpisci nel core innamorato!
Caro nome che il mio cor festi primo palpitar
Le delizie dell'amor mi dêi sempre rammentar!
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà
E fin l'ultimo sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà
E fin l'ultimo mio sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà
A te volerà, fin l'ultimo sospir, fin l'ultimo sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Caro nome tuo sarà, il mio desir a te ognora volerà
Fin l'ultimo sospiro tuo sarà!
Gualtier Maldè!.. Gualtier Maldè!..
Caro nome che il mio cor festi primo palpitar (Borsa: E là)
E fin l'ultimo sospir (Ceprano: Miratela) (Cortigiani: Oh, quanto è bella!)
Caro nome tuo sarà (Marullo: Par fata od angiol)
Gualtier Maldè!.. Gualtier Maldè!..
(Cortigiani: L'amante è quella di Rigoletto! Oh, quanto è bella!)
Zaterdag 9 maart 1974
Fixing To Live
Fixing To Live
Composer(s): Judy Pulver
Performer(s): Petula Clark
And I feel like
I'm fixing to live again
To love again
I feel like I'm home
And I feel just like
I know myself once more
When you walked out the door
The feeling was gone
And the moral is us
It can only be us
Get down on one
So down low
And even a smile would
Probably mean a great deal
With problems with
No place to go, no
And I feel like I'm
Fixing to live again
To love again
I feel like I'm home
I feel like I'm
Fixing to live again
Fixing to love again
I feel like I'm home
And the moral is us
It can only be us
Get down on one
So down low
And even a smile would
Probably mean a great deal
With problems with
No place to go, no
Oh, oh
Yeah
And I feel like I'm a tree
With a lot of leaves
Plenty more of these
So won't you take some
And I feel like
I've come a long way you know
Still a long way to go
That's how it's done
And the moral is us
It can only be us
Get down on one
So down low
And even a smile would
Probably mean a great deal
With problems with
No place to go, no
And I feel like
I'm fixing to live again
To love again
I feel like I'm home
I feel like
I'm fixing to live again
Fixing to love again
I feel like I'm home
I feel like
I'm fixing to live again
Fixing to love again
I feel like I'm home
Vrijdag 8 maart 1974
The Day You Came Along
The Day You Came Along
Composer(s): Sam Coslow - Arthur Johnston
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
My heart went leaping
The day you came along
Forgot my weeping
The day you came along
Before I knew it I hummed a little song
The day you came along
I only drifted before you came along
The fog was lifted
Because you came along
I sent the blackbirds right back where they belong
The day you came along
Men have conquered nations
Other men have set them free
Pioneers across the sea
You can turn the pages through the ages but for me
Twas the most eventful day in history
Two souls were mated
The day you came along
A world created
The day you came along
One glance convinced me
I knew I wasn’t wrong
The day you came along
Two souls were mated
The day you came along
A world created
The day you came along
One glance convinced me
I knew I wasn’t wrong
The day you came along
Love came this day
The day you came along
Vrijdag 8 maart 1974
Caro Mio Ben, Credimi Almen
