Zondag 13 oktober 1974
Gum Tree Canoe
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Gum Tree Canoe (aka The Tombigbee River)
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Zondag 13 oktober 1974
C'est À Mayerling
C'est À Mayerling
Composer(s): Francis Lai - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Tu jubiles sous le déluge
Je me noie sous deux gouttes d'eau
Tu dis que Venise est à Bruges
Je dis que Londres est à Bordeaux
Sur l'art de refaire le monde
Le désaccord est immédiat
Notre mésentente est profonde
L'un est à hue et l'autre est à dia
Nos divergences sont si pures
Et nos conflits si généreux
Vivons ensemble et je te jure
Que nous serons très malheureux
Toujours pressé, tu fais la course
Sans crier gare, montre en main
Je m'attarde sur la Grande Ourse
Je musarde sur le chemin
En bonne mésintelligence
Nous marchons à pas inégaux
Désunis jusque dans la danse
Tu es valse et je suis tango
Nos divergences sont si pures
Et nos conflits si généreux
Vivons ensemble et je te jure
Que nous serons très malheureux
Pour éviter toute harmonie
Soignons notre jardin secret
Semons un peu de zizanie
Voici quelques graines d'ivraie
Croquons la pomme de discorde
Cherchons quatorze heures à midi
Sur la place de la Concorde
Empruntons les sens interdits
Nos divergences sont si pures
Et nos conflits si généreux
Vivons ensemble et je te jure
Que nous serons très malheureux
Quand tu auras cessé de feindre
De ne pas avoir lu ces lignes
Je t'en supplie, viens me rejoindre
C'est trop gai sans toi Mayerling
Zondag 13 oktober 1974
42nd Street (The Boswell Sisters)
42nd Street
Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren
Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters;
and various other artists
Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
They're side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street
Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
They're side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty
Forty-Second Street
Zaterdag 12 oktober 1974
Guitar Man (Bread)
Guitar Man
Composer(s): David Gates
First release by: Bread - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play
Night after night who treats you right
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home
He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play
Anyway got to play, anyway
Got to play
Zaterdag 12 oktober 1974
C'est À L'aube
C'est À L'aube
Composer(s): Flavien Monod - Philippe Gérard
Performer(s): Yves Montand
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
Qu'on achève les blessés
Qu'on réveille les condamnés
Qui ne reviendront jamais
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
À l'heure triste où le jour point
Qu'on regarde son destin
Dans les yeux
À la croisée des chemins
Les hommes crispent leurs poings
Pour l'adieu
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
De demain
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
Que se meurent les amours
Que l'on renie les "toujours"
Quand va se lever le jour
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
À l'heure triste où le jour point
Qu'on se blottit dans un coin
Malheureux
C'est l'heure où ma main
Cherche vainement ta main
D'homme heureux
C'est à l'aube
C'est à l'aube
De demain
Mais à l'aube
Mais à l'aube
Renaissent tous les espoirs
Et l'amour des grands départs
Vers les mondes de l'espoir
Mais à l'aube
Mais à l'aube
Au matin de nos destins
S'éveillent des lendemains
Merveilleux
Dans la gloire du matin
J'ai le monde dans ma main
Ah! mon Dieu
Car c'est l'aube
Car c'est l'aube
C'est demain!
Zaterdag 12 oktober 1974
Forty-Five Minutes From Broadway
Forty-Five Minutes From Broadway
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): James Cagney; William Bolcom
The west so they say
Is the home of the jay
And Missouri's the state
That can grind them
This may all be
But just take it from me
You don't have to go out west to find them
If you want to see the real jay delegation
The place where the real rubens dwell
Just hop on a train at the grand central station
Get off when they shout "new Rochelle!"
Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Think of the changes it brings
For the short time it takes
What a diff'rence it makes
In the ways of the people and things
Oh! what a fine bunch of rubens
Oh! what a jay atmosphere
They have whiskers like hay
And imagine Broadway
Only forty-five minutes from here
When bunco men hear that their game is so near
They'll be swarming here thicker than bees are
In barnum's best days
Why he never saw jays
That were easier to get to than these are
You tell them old jokes
And they laugh till they sicken
There's giggles and grins here to let
I told them that one about "why does a chicken?"
The rubens are all laughing yet!
Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Not a cafe in the town
Oh! the place is a bird
No one here ever heard
Of Delmonico, rector or browne
With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift
If you open a bottle of beer
You're a sport
So they say
And imagine Broadway
Only forty-five minutes from here
Vrijdag 11 oktober 1974
The Green Manalishi (With the Two-Prong Crown)
The Green Manalishi (With the Two-Prong Crown)
Composer(s): Peter Green
First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
The night is so black that the darkness cooks
Don't you come creepin' around
makin' me do things I don't want to
Can't believe that you need my love so bad
Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad
Bustin' in on my dreams
making me see things I don't wanna see
'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
All my tryin' is up
all your bringin' is down
Just taking my love then slippin' away
Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you
Vrijdag 11 oktober 1974
C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense
C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Lorsque sa bouche à mon oreille vient murmurer
mille mots tendr's, mille merveilles, mille secrets
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends
lorsque ses lèvres sur les miennes vienn'nt se poser
et qu'il me tient entre ses bras très fort serrée
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends
l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant
un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
mais déjà le lendemain
il n'est plus le même
je ne suis plus rien
lorsque ses yeux au fond des miens viennent plonger
et que mes cheveux par sa main sont caressés
c'est à l'amour auquel je pense
et que j'espère et que j'attends
l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant
un jour il vous jure "je t'aime"
mais déjà le lendemain
il n'est plus le même
je ne suis plus rien
et lorsque pour une autre fille un beau matin
il m'a quitté, laissée seule avec mon chagrin
c'est à l'amour auquel je songe
je me demande a ce moment
s'il n'existe que dans les songes
ou bien vraiment
Vrijdag 11 oktober 1974
Forty Years On
Forty Years On
Composer(s): John Farmer
Performer(s): Reggie Goff
Forty years on, when afar and asunder
Parted are those who are singing today
When you look back, and forgetfully wonder
What you were like in your work and your play
Then, it may be, there will often come o'er you
Glimpses of notes like the catch of a song
Visions of boyhood shall float them before you
Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along
Chorus
Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up!
Till the field ring again and again
With the tramp of the twenty-two men
Follow up! Follow up!
Routs and discomfitures, rushes and rallies
Bases attempted, and rescued, and won
Strife without anger, and art without malice
How will it seem to you, forty years on?
Then, you will say, not a feverish minute
Strained the weak heart and the wavering knee
Never the battle raged hottest, but in it
Neither the last nor the faintest, were we!
Chorus
O the great days, in the distance enchanted
Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun
How we rejoiced as we struggled and panted
Hardly believable, forty years on!
How we discoursed of them, one with another
Auguring triumph, or balancing fate
Loved the ally with the heart of a brother
Hated the foe with a playing at hate!
Chorus
Forty years on, growing older and older
Shorter in wind, as in memory long
Feeble of foot, and rheumatic of shoulder
What will it help you that once you were strong?
God give us bases to guard or beleaguer
Games to play out, whether earnest or fun
Fights for the fearless, and goals for the eager
Twenty, and thirty, and forty years on!
Chorus
Blazoned in honour! For each generation
You kindled courage to stand and to stay
You led our fathers to fight for the nation
Called "Follow up" and yourself showed the way
We who were born in the calm after thunder
Cherish our freedom to think and to do
If in our turn we forgetfully wonder
Yet we'll remember we owe it to you
Donderdag 10 oktober 1974
The Green Grass Grew All Around
The Green Grass Grew All Around
Composer(s): William Jerome - Harry Von Tilzer
Little Johnnie Green, Little Sallie Brown spooning in the park with the grass all around
Underneath a tree, they were making love, gazing at the silver stars above
John said "Sallie our love will grow, I've got money said Sal, you know
And if you will share my lot I'll give you all I've got"
Head upon his breast Little Sallie Brown Cooche
Cooche Coo with the grass all around, now and then a kiss, then a loving sigh, what would popsey do if ma should die
John said Sallie when we are wed, I'll bring breakfast to you in bed
Come on dear just one more squeeze
Give me your bank book please
After they were wed, I can cook she said Fried a piece of steak with the grass all around
Made some biscuits too, which poor Johnnie ate
Doctor, came, but then it was too late
John delirious starts to rave, three days after he's in his grave
All his happy days are gone, home cooking killed poor John!
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
And each little bird in the tree top high said "Oh you Kid" and winked his eye
And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
With all your gold my turtle dove, said he "How can you doubt my love?"
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
And each little bird in the tree top high sang "Oh you Kid"
"You're some wise guy!" and the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
John fancied he heard some one say, there's always one born every day
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around
And each little bird in the tree top high sand "Oh you John"
Goodbye, goodbye!
And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground
The biscuits he could not digest, were laid away with John to rest
And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
Donderdag 10 oktober 1974
C'est À Hambourg
C'est À Hambourg
Composer(s): Claude Delécluse - Marguerite Monnot
First release by: Edith Piaf - 1955
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
Hello boy! You come with me?
Amigo! Te quiero mucho!
Liebling! Kom dort mit mir!
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Quand les nuages vont à pas lents
Comme s'en vont les lourds chalands
Le long des quais, crevant d'ennui
C'est à Hambourg ou bien ailleurs
Qu'à tous les gars en mal d'amour
Qu'à tous les gars, depuis toujours
Moi j'balance du rêve en plein coeur...
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco...
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Qu'il a posé ses mains sur moi
Et qu'il m'a fait crier de joie
En me serrant fort contre lui
M'a dit "je t'aime!" à plus finir
"Laisse donc là tous tes marins!
Laisse donc la mer, et puis viens!
Moi, j'ai du bonheur à t'offrir..."
"Ma p'tite gueule..."
C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie
Dans les bastringues à matelots
Que je trimballe encore ma peau
Les bras ouverts à l'infini...
Car moi je suis comme la mer
J'ai l' coeur trop grand pour un seul gars
J'ai l' coeur trop grand et c'est pour ça
Qu' j'ai pris l'amour sur toute la terre...
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago
A White Chapel, ou Bornéo...
So long, boy...
Adios, amigo...
Nacher, Schatz...
...Au r'voir, p'tite gueule!...
Donderdag 10 oktober 1974
Forty Shades Of Green
Forty Shades Of Green
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Donaghdee
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibereen
the moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green
Chorus:
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
and most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
again I want to see and do the things we’ve done and seen
where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and there’s Forty Shades of Green
I wish I could spend an hour at Dublin’s churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
to see again the thatching of the straw the women glean
I’d walk from Cork to Larne to see the Forty Shades of Green
Woensdag 9 oktober 1974
The Green Door
The Green Door
Composer(s): Bob Davie - Marvin Moore
First release by: Jim Lowe With the High Fives - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Uuh, Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Knocked once
Tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed!
Hospitality's thin there
Wonder
Just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Midnight
One more night without sleepin'
Watchin'
Till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door
What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the Green Door (Green Door)
Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot
Behind the gren door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door (Green Door)
When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh)
All I want to do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Woensdag 9 oktober 1974
Those Little Things
Those Little Things
((Adapted from: Ces Petits Riens (Serge Gainsbourg) - 1964))
((Italian Version: Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti) - 2006))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Boris Bergman - Paul Ives
Performer(s): Carla Bruni - 2006
No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you
'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel
Remember to forget, pretend you never knew
To beat the best and you don't leave a clue
No, nothing but the best was not enought for you
You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true
But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new
Those little things that never leave a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much to you
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
No, nothing but the best anda nothing less will do
It's more or less that loneliness I knew
But you, you had me market initials black and blue
Those little things that never laid a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
Woensdag 9 oktober 1974
Forty Days
Forty Days
((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Ronnie Hawkins
Performer(s): Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks - 1959
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Rien Que Huit Jours (Johnny Hallyday)
1979 - Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys)
I'm gonna give you 40 days to get back home
I'm gonna call up a gypsy woman on the telephone
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
I'm gonna talked to the Judge in private early this mornin'
He nearly took me to the Sheriff's Office to sign a warnin'
They gonna fore charge again' ya
That will be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there
The will be the very thing that suits you
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
Oh, 40 days (40 days)
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day
I'm gonna fore charge again' ya
That will be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Dinsdag 8 oktober 1974
The Greatest Song I've Ever Heard
The Greatest Song I've Ever Heard
Performer(s): The New Seekers
Now, the greenest green I've ever seen, was the grass on which you lay
and the bluest blue was in my eyes, when you said you couldn't stay
and the biggest loss I ever took was, losing what we'd begun
and the greatest song I've ever heard, was the one we never sung
Now, the reddest red, I've always said, is the sunset coming down
soon the blackest night that kills the light, is the only thing around
And the downest down I've ever been was, when I knew my race was run
and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung
Time will keep the pain, they say, and we'll live to love another day
if you want to win, you've got to play the game
Now, the greyest grey came on the day, we were standing in the rain
and the hardest hurt I've ever known, was when you tried to ease the pain
and the longest day in history is waiting till my crying's done
and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung
And the saddest song I've ever heard was the one we fin'lly sung
Dinsdag 8 oktober 1974
Ces Petits Riens
Ces Petits Riens
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
2006 - Those Little Things (Carla Bruni)
2006 - Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti)
Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
Que n'pas penser du tout
Rien c'est déjà
Rien c'est déjà beaucoup
On se souvient de rien
Et puisqu'on oublie tout
Rien c'est bien mieux
Rien c'est bien mieux que tout
Mieux vaut n'penser à rien
Que de penser à vous
Ça n'me vaut rien
Ça n'me vaut rien du tout
Comme si de rien
N'était je pense à tous
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Si c'était trois fois rien
Trois fois rien entre nous
Evidemment
Ça ne fait pas beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens
Que j'ai mis bout à bout
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Mieux vaut pleurer de rien
Que de rire de tout
Pleurer pour un rien
C'est déjà beaucoup
Mais vous vous n'avez rien
Dans le cœur et j'avoue
Je vous envie
Je vous en veux beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Les voulez-vous?
Tenez! Que voulez-vous?
Moi je ne veux pour rien
Au monde plus rien de vous
Pour être à vous
Faut être à moitié fou
Dinsdag 8 oktober 1974
Forty Cups Of Coffee
Forty Cups Of Coffee
Composer(s): Danny Overbea
Performer(s): Bill Haley;
and various other artists
Pace the floor, stop and stare
I drink a cup of coffee and start pulling out my hair
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
A quarter to twelve and you're still not in
The way you run around is a doggone sin
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
A quarter to three, I start watching the clock
The phone won't ring, so I'm waiting for your knock
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
Quarter to four, you ain't got home yet
I try to be cool and smoke a cigarette
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
You knock on the door about a quarter to five
I wanna hug you and kiss you, say thank heaven you're alive
I drank forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, but I'm glad you finally came home
Maandag 7 oktober 1974
The Greatest Mistake Of My Life
The Greatest Mistake Of My Life
Composer(s): James Netson
Performer(s): Sam Browne with Ambrose & his Orch.
and multiple other artists
The greatest mistake of my life
Was saying goodbye to you
I'm alone and blue and believe it's true
I pray you may forgive someday
I'm sorry I want you to know
But if there's a debt I owe
I feel that I have paid and know that I have made
The greatest mistake of my life
Maandag 7 oktober 1974
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