Woensdag 16 oktober 1974
The Gunners Dream
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The Gunners Dream
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Woensdag 16 oktober 1974
Onder Ons
Onder Ons
Composer(s): Lennaert Nijgh; Boudewijn de Groot
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Het is een stad, het is een dorp
Het is een plaats of een gehucht
En je moet er niet te gek doen anders ben je er berucht
Waar je dag zegt tegen melkboer
Kruidenier en oom agent
Die je nooit een bon zal geven
Omdat hij je vader kent
Waar je rustig aan kunt zeuren
Tegen iedereen op straat
Omdat iedereen wel iets geeft
Waar die over zeuren gaat
Eerst dan vindt je het gezellig
En je kent de hele stad
En dan doe je eindexamen
En dan heb je het wel gehad
Iedereen zit ergens anders
En jij zit verdomd alleen
Met alleen maar oude mensen
En familie om je heen
En dan wil je ook gaan reizen
Naar Parijs of naar zo iets
En je vindt je hele leven
En je vaderland maar niets
Ja, dan ontdek je andere landen
En je gaat op avontuur
Je lijdt honger in een hooiberg
En geniet de liefde puur
En je komt na een paar maanden
Als een zwerver weer naar huis
Met een baard en zonder centen
Je hebt honger, dorst en luis
Ja, en je scheert je en dan trouw je
En blijft zitten waar je bent
In je eigen kleine stadje
Waar je alle mensen kent
En dan zeggen ze tevreden
Hij verliest zijn wilde haar
Hij wordt eindelijk volwassen
En na nog een tweede jaar
Is hij net zo'n grote hufter
Als zijn vader is geweest
Die een menig over alles
In het ochtendkrantje lees
Met zijn eigen televisie
En zijn eigen borreltent
In zijn eigen kleine stadje
Waar hij alle mensen kent
Niet dat hij een vlieg zal kwaad doen
En hij is niet interessant
En hij kijkt geen meter verder
Dan zijn borrel en zijn krant
Maar houdt hem maar in de gaten
Want het is zo'n kleine man
Die als hem dat maar gevraagd wordt
Vaak het beste schieten kan...
Woensdag 16 oktober 1974
Fotoromanza
Fotoromanza
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini;
Gennaro Cosmo Parlato; Alfredo Rey
Se la sera non esci
ti prepari un panino mentre guardi la tv ...
anche tu...?
ti addormenti con qualcuno
che alla luce del giorno non conosci piu' ...
anche tu...?
ti telefono o no, ti telefono o no ...
ho il morale in cantina
mi telefoni o no, mi telefoni o no...
chissa' chi vincera'...
Poi se ti diverti
non la metti da parte un po' di felicita' ...
anche tu...?
io vorrei sognarti
ma ho perduto il sonno e la fantasia ...
anche tu...?
Ti telefono o no, ti telofono o no...
io non cedo per prima...
mi telefono o no, mi telefono o no ...
chissa' chi vincera'...
Questo amore e' una camera a gas ...
e' un palazzo che brucia in citta'...
questo amore e' una lama sottile ...
e' una scena al rallentatore
questo amore e' una bomba all'hotel ...
questo amore e' una finta sul ring
e' una fiamma che esplode nel cielo...
questo amore e' un gelato al veleno
io non riesco a dirlo ...
e' che ti vorrei soltanto un po' di piu' ...
anche tu?
Io vorrei toccarti ma piu' mi avvicino
e piu' non so chi sei...
anche tu?...
Ti telefono o no, ti telefono o no ...
io non cedo per prima
mi telefoni o no, mi telefono o no
chissa' chi vincera'...?
Questo amore e' una camera a gas...
e' un palazzo che brucia in citta'...
questo amore e' una lama sottile ...
e' una scena al rallentatore...
questo amore e' una bomba all' hotel ...
questo amore e' una finta sul ring
e' una fiamma che esplode nel cielo ...
questo amore e' un gelato al veleno...
Dinsdag 15 oktober 1974
The Gun
The Gun
Composer(s): Jim Reeves - Lou Reed - Mildred Burk - Rose Burk
Performer(s): Jim Reeves; Lou Reed
This is the story of love that came undone
This is the story of two men and a gun of two men and a gun
A man that I'd never met stole my wife and son
But that's been nearly three years now and it's over with and done
At first I'd stare out into space while hate consumed my soul
Hate was the creed by which I lived and revenge my only goal
But the road to happiness isn't paved with hate
I'm glad I learned how to forgive before it was too late
Now here's the way the other man paid for what he'd done
I heard it from the man's own lips who took my wife and son
I didn't really know this man but I'd seen him round
He's a new guard at the factory where I work west of town
This fellow swung into step with me and said I've got to talk
I listened spellbound at his words as we stood on the walk
You the guard said hoarsely are a kind man I surmise
As he stood there with his handkerchief wiping in his eyes
Three years ago I wronged a man I stole his wife and son
I didn't realize then the terrible thing that I had done
This thing gets hold of me at night and I can't sleep or rest
Forgive me sir but telling it seems to get it off my chest
When my past looms up like this it kinda helps me to unload
I'm one man sir who knows for sure that you reap just what you've sowed
I sure appreciate your listening it helps me a lot
You know to have that man's forgiveness I'd give everything I've got
Well I feel much better now I I didn't get your name
More why that was my wife's name before we wed it's odd your name's the same
You know I'd kill a man who'd do to me the thing that I've done
And when the truth got through to him he handed me his gun
As I gave the weapon back I said what's done is done
All I ask is just be kind to Jenny and my son
Dinsdag 15 oktober 1974
Kom Maar Mee (Naar De Zee)
Kom Maar Mee (Naar De Zee)
French Title: Non, Non, Rien N'a Changé
Performer(s): The Buzz Club
(Originally performed by: Les Poppy's)
Ik verveel me hier dood
zo moederziel alleen
mijn kamer maakt me gek
waar moet ik heen?
weet je wat we doen
ik heb een goed idee
we stappen op de bus
rijden naar de zee
een dagje aan de kust
iedereen mag mee
ik bel m`n vrienden op
komen jullie mee?
de hele bus vol
met the buzz klub naar de zee
da`s een goed idee
ja! da`s een goed idee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
yeah yeah! yeah yeah!
met een topje, een short
en een leuke zonnebril
een rugzak vol muziek
en m`n haren in de gel
da`s ok! ja, da`s ok!
da`s ok! ja, da`s ok!
schrijf de naam in het zand
van je beste kameraad
het is feest op het strand
we spelen king piraat
doe mee! ja, doe maar mee
kom, doe mee! ja, doe maar mee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
yeah yeah! yeah yeah!
we dansen op het strand
maken plezier
zingen in de zon
the buzz klub is hier
zing mee! ja, zing maar mee
zing mee! kom, zing maar mee
wat een zalig gevoel
vrolijk en blij
wat een knotsgekke boel
met the buzz klub erbij
kom erbij! hej, kom er bij
kom erbij! kom er maar bij
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
een dagje aan de kust
iedereen mag mee
ik bel m`n vrienden op
komen jullie mee
de hele bus vol
met the buzz klub naar de zee
da`s een goed idee
ja! da`s een goed idee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
kom, kom maar met ons mee
wij rijden naar de zee
hey! hey! hey! hey!
Dinsdag 15 oktober 1974
Fotheringay
Fotheringay
Composer(s): Sandy Denny
Performer(s): Sandy Denny;
and various other artists
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall
With no-one to heed her call
The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun
And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone
And the last of all the young birds flown
Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before
To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door
But those days will last no more
Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away
Much farther than these islands
Or the lonely Fotheringay
Maandag 14 oktober 1974
The Tombigbee River
The Tombigbee River (aka Gum Tree Canoe)
Composer(s): S.S. Steele - A.F. Winnemore
Performer(s): John Hartford; Frank Crumit
On Tombigbee river so bright I was born
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn
An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true
An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe
I tink of my Jula an sing as I go
Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue
An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar
I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar
While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true
An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Maandag 14 oktober 1974
Non, Non, Rien N'a Changé
Non, Non, Rien N'a Changé
Dutch Title: Kom Maar Mee (Naar De Zee)
Composer(s): Jacqueline Nero; Giuliana Peramezza
Originally performed by: Les Poppy's
Covered by various other artists
C'est l'histoire d'une trêve
Que j'avais demandée
C'est l'histoire d'un soleil
Que j'avais espéré
C'est l'histoire d'un amour
Que je croyais vivant
C'est l'histoire d'un beau jour
Que moi petit enfant
Je voulais très heureux
Pour toutes la planète
Je voulais, j'espérais
Que la paix règne en maître
En ce soir de Noël
Mais tout a continué
Mais tout a continué
Mais tout a continué
Non, non, rien a changé
Tout, tout a continué
Hé! Hé! Hé! Hé!
Non, non, rien a changé
Tout, tout a continué
Hé! Hé! Hé! Hé!
Et pourtant bien des gens
Ont chanté avec nous
Et pourtant bien des gens
Se sont mis à genoux
Pour prier, oui pour prier
Pour prier, oui pour prier
Mais j'ai vu tous les jours
A la télévision
Même le soir de Noël
Des fusils, des canons
J'ai pleuré, oui j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, oui j'ai pleuré
Qui pourra m'expliquer que ...
Moi je pense à l'enfant
Entouré de soldats
Moi je pense à l'enfant
Qui demande pourquoi
Tout le temps, oui tout le temps
Tout le temps, oui tout le temps
Moi je pense à tout ça
Mais je ne devrais pas
Toutes ces choses-là
Ne me regardent pas
Et pourtant, oui et pourtant
Et pourtant, je chante, je chante ...
Maandag 14 oktober 1974
Forward Joe Soap's Army
Forward Joe Soap's Army
Forward Joe Soap's army, marching without fear
With our old commander, safely in the rear
He boasts and skites from morn till night
And thinks he's very brave
But the men who really did the job are dead and in their grave
Forward Joe Soap's army, marching without fear
With our old commander, safely in the rear
Amen
Zondag 13 oktober 1974
Gum Tree Canoe
Gum Tree Canoe (aka The Tombigbee River)
Composer(s): S.S. Steele - A.F. Winnemore
Performer(s): John Hartford; Frank Crumit
On Tombigbee river so bright I was born
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn
An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true
An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe
I tink of my Jula an sing as I go
Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue
An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar
I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar
While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true
An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
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
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