Zondag 22 december 1974
The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
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The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
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Zondag 22 december 1974
C'était Mon Copain
C'était Mon Copain
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.
J'avais un seul ami
Et on me l'a tué
Il était plus que lui
Il était un peu moi
Je crois qu'en le tuant
On m'a aussi tué
Et je pleure la nuit
Mais on ne le sait pas
C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
Pauvre vieux copain
De mon humble pays
Je revois son visage
Au regard généreux
Nous avions le même âge
Et nous étions heureux
Ami, mon pauvre ami
Reverrai-je jamais
Ton sourire gentil
Parmi l'immensité?
C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
J'écoute la ballade
De la Mort, de la Vie
Le vent de la frontière
Veut consoler mes pleurs
Mais l'eau de la rivière
A d'étranges couleurs
Cependant dans les bois
Un mystérieux concert
M'a dit qu'il faut garder
L'espoir à tout jamais
Car ceux qui ont bâti
Ensemble un univers
Se retrouveront tous
Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité
O mon vieux camarade
Mon copain, mon ami
Parmi les terres froides
Je te parle la nuit
Et ton pesant silence
Est un mal si cruel
Que j'entends ta présence
Parfois au fond du ciel
Zondag 22 december 1974
Freewill
Freewill
Composer(s): Geddy Lee;
Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart
Performer(s): Rush;
and various other artists
There are those who think
that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned
Or the gods are malign"
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can't pray for a place
In Heaven's unearthly estate
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
The Hunter
The Hunter
Composer(s): Donald "Duck" Dunn - Al Jackson Jr. - Carl Wells - Booker T. Jones - Steve Cropper
First release by: Albert King - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
I bought me a love gun, just the other day
And I aim to aim it your way
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
The first time I saw you, standing on the street
I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet"
I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses
And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses
Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
I'm the big bad hunter baby
How can I miss when I've got dead aim
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
C'était Mon Ami
C'était Mon Ami
((Adapted from: Baby, Come To Me (Patti Austin & James Ingram) - 1981))
Composer(s): Rodney L. Temperton - Didier Barbelivien
Performer(s): Dalida - 1984
Il disait souvent je marche seul contre le vent
Je suis un enfant
Il disait je joue mais la victoire n'est rien du tout
Pour un roi fou
Il était de sang Romain de cœur Tzigane
C'était un homme qui faisait rêver les femmes
C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Il aimait le bruit, les chevaux libre et l'infini
Il était vivant
Il aimait choisir, il rêvait un jour de partir sur l'océan
Il était comme ses vitraux des cathédrales
C'était un homme qui brillait sans faire de mal
C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Quand je pense à lui
Je me souviens des matins aux couleurs du soleil
Quand je pense à lui
J'ai l'impression d'entendre sa voix qui m'appelle
C'était mon ami
Il ne parlait pas d'amour mais je l'aimais ainsi
En tendresse et en velours, oui c'était mon ami
Il pouvait jouer du tambour dans les rues de Paris
Et m'appeler au secours oui c'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Zaterdag 21 december 1974
Freeway To Her Dreams
Freeway To Her Dreams
Composer(s): Gordon Haskell
Performer(s): Gordon Haskell
Her secret's in her shoulder bag
They’re sewn into the seams
Is a journey that she has to take
On the freeway to her dreams
She asks herself how come my life’s forever in a spin
And she hides a tiny photograph in an old tobacco tin
She keeps her make-up in a box with its lid of tortoise shell
I caught a glimpse inside it once of a jewel beneath the veil
I loved her then I love her still though it’s not what she believes
One day I hope she’ll see me there on the freeway to her dreams
Her secret's in her shoulder bag
They’re sewn into the seams
And the journey takes her on and on
On the freeway to her dreams
And one day I hope she’ll see me there
On the freeway to her dreams
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
The Hungry Years
The Hungry Years
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Girl we made it to the top
we went so high we couldn't stop
we climbed the ladder leading us nowhere
Two of us together building castles in the air
We spun so fast we couldn't tell
the gold ring from the carousel
How could we know the right would turn-out bad
Everything we wanted, was everything we had
I miss the Hungry Years
the once upon a time
the lovely long ago
we didn't a dime
those days of me and you
we lost along the way
how could I be so blind
not to see the door
closing on the World
I now hunger for
Looking through my tears
I miss the Hungry years
We shared our day dreams one by one
Making plans was so much fun
We set our goals and reached the highest star
Things that we were after were much better from afar
Here we stand just me and you
with everything and nothing too
It wasn't worth the price we had to pay
Honey take me home Let's go back to yesterday
I miss the Hungry Years
the once upon a time the lovely long ago
we didn't have a dime
those days of me and you
we lost along the way
how could I be so blind
not to see the door
closing on the World I now hunger for
Looking through my tears
I miss the Hungry years
I miss the Hungry Years…
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
C'était Moi
C'était Moi
((English Version: It Was Me (Tony Bennett) - 1963))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Celui qu'on appelait le voyou de la plage
Qui vivait tout l'été jambes nues, cheveux fous
Qui ne pavait jamais les gaufres ni les glaces
Qui te jetait de l'eau, des algues et des cailloux
C'était moi!
Mais qui savait le nom des quatre mille étoiles
Et te prenait la main pour mieux te les compter
Qui faisait d'un orage une carte postale
En dessinant ton cœur sur le sable mouillé
C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui se disait professeur de tendresse
Qui se moquait de toi quand tu ne voulais pas
Celui qui se vantait d'avoir eu des princesses
Et de se fiancer, mais de n'épouser pas
Mais qui riait trop fort en ouvrant ton corsage
Ou qui ne riait plus en touchant tes genoux
Qui s'endormait tout doux sur ton épaule sage
Qui t'appelait "pas belle" et qui t'aimait beaucoup
C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui plaisantait, un matin de septembre
En piquant une rose à ton manteau de pluie
Qui te disait "Salut, on allait bien ensemble"
Et n'en a plus dormi ni le jour ni la nuit
Celui qui ne sait plus ni ton nom ni ton âge
Qui ne sait rien de toi, mais que tu es jolie
Oublie-le ce garçon qui crânait sur la plage
Et croyait tout savoir et n'avait rien compris
C'était moi, c'était moi!
J'avais quinze ans
C'était moi!
Vrijdag 20 december 1974
Freeway Of Love
Freeway Of Love
Composer(s): Jeffrey Cohen; Narada Michael Walden
Performer(s): Aretha Franklin;
and various other artists
Knew you'd be a vision in white
How'd you get those pants so tight?
Don't know what you're doin'
But you must be livin' right
We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump right in...Ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine
City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink cadillac
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?
Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can't quit 'til we get
To the other side
With the radio playin' our song
We keep rollin' on
Who knows how far a car can get
Before you think about slowin' on down
City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go
Donderdag 19 december 1974
The Hunger
The Hunger
Composer(s): Lee Frey
Performer(s): Tompall Glaser
They said in her younger days
Her beauty was enough to drive men wild
But the hunger in her body then
Was not the hunger of some lonely child
Like a butterfly in springtime
Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
The embrace of many strangers
Still could not release her from the hold
In the backstreets and the bedrooms
All she's found is disappointments
While the love that she's too often found
Was not enough to satisfy her needs
She's older than the years she holds
And ageing fast with each day passing by
On a downhill run to nowhere
'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied
The reflection in her mirror's
Not the image she remembers in her mind
Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger
And the acid winds of time
She has danced the tune her demons play
And paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all her pride
But still inside her hunger's just as strong
The reflection in her mirror's
Not the image she remembers in her mind
Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger
And the acid winds of time
She has danced the tune her demons play
And paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all her pride
But still inside her hunger's just as strong
Donderdag 19 december 1974
It Was Me
It Was Me
((Adapted from: C'était Moi (Gilbert Bécaud) - 1960))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Tony Bennett - 1963
Who’s the one you would find on the beach every day
Lying there on the shore while his friends swim away
Lying there in the sand only inches from you
Watching you every day til the summer was through
It was me
Who would help gather shells for the bracelet you made
Who would find you the cups for the pink lemonade
Who was always beside you whenever you’d swim
When you sat by the sea as the daylight grew dim
It was me
It was me
Now that summer is gone
And the warm skies are cold
And the soft winds are crisp
With their wintery chill
Do you ever think back on the night when we kissed
Can you ever forget
I know I never will
Who’s the one next to you in the group photograph
Who’s the one with the face too unhappy to laugh
Standing there looking down so uncertain and shy
Like a boy who’s in love, so in love he could cry
It was me
It was me
Me finding out
It was you
Donderdag 19 december 1974
Free Fall
Free Fall
Composer(s): Harvey Bainbridge; Robert Calvert
Performer(s): Hawkwind
Before you jump
You wear the frown
Of someone who is stalling
There's no up there's only down
In the fear of falling
In free fall...
All you need to do is take
One step into the sky
Give yourself to gravity
Give death another try
In free fall, free fall
The wind'll take your frightened face
And force your mouth to smile
While destiny is on your case
The gods look up your file
In free fall...
The clouds are coming at you
Like a host of angels wings
For thirty seconds of freedom squared
You've cut the puppet strings
In free fall, free fall
Woensdag 18 december 1974
The Hula Hoop Song
The Hula Hoop Song
Composer(s): Carl Maduri III - James M. Testa
Performer(s): Georgia Gibbs; Teresa Brewer
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play the hula hoop
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
From LA to New York, from Georgia to Duluth (Hula hoop)
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop (Hula hoop)
A-red ones and the green ones, yellow, white, and blue (Hula hoop)
Young and old, rich or poor, are spinning them too
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
Oh, what fun to see them run
And to see them sway (Hula hoop)
Trying to keep the hula hoop
From, ah, slippin' away (Hula hoop)
Now if they rock when they should sway,
It would fall to the ground (Hula hoop)
Then again, once again
The hoop spins around and 'round
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula, hula, hula...)
Woensdag 18 december 1974
C'était L'hiver
C'était L'hiver
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
and multiple other artists
Elle disait "j'ai déjà trop marché
Mon cœur est déjà trop lourd de secrets
Trop lourd de peines"
Elle disait "je ne continue plus
Ce qui m'attend, je l'ai déjà vécu
C'est plus la peine"
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid
La pluie plus violente que ce soir-là
Le soir de ses vingt ans
Le soir où elle a éteint le feu
Derrière la façade de ses yeux
Dans un éclair blanc
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur
Woensdag 18 december 1974
Freedom Rider
Freedom Rider
Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood
Performer(s): Traffic;
Blackstone; Steve Winwood
Like a hurricane around your heart
when earth and sky are torn apart
He comes gathering up the bits while
hoping that the puzzle fits
He leaves you, he leaves you
Freedom rider
With a silver star between his eyes
that open up at hidden lies
Big man crying with defeat
see people gathering in the street
You feel him, you feel him
Freedom rider
When lightning strikes you to the bone
you turn around, you're all alone
By the time you hear that silent sound
then your soul is in the lost and found
Forever, forever
Freedom rider
Here it comes
Dinsdag 17 december 1974
The Huckle-Buck
The Huckle-Buck
((Adapted from: D-Natural Blues (Lucky Millinder and His Orch.) - 1948/1949))
((Danish Version: Mister Hucklebuck (Melody Makers) - 1971))
Composer(s): Andy Gibson - Roy Alfred
Performer(s): Paul Williams and His Hucklebuckers - 1948/1949
and multiple other artists
Not now, Moose, I'll tell you when
Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck)
Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck)
If you don't know how to do it
Boy, you're out of luck (boy, you're out of luck)
Push your partner out (push your partner out)
Then you hunch your back (then you hunch your back)
Start a little movement in your sacroiliac (sacroiliac)
Wiggle like a snake (wiggle like a snake)
Waddle like a duck (waddle like a duck)
That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck
Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go
Yeah, dad, right now!
Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck
Do the Hucklebuck
If you don't know how to do it
Boy, you're out of luck
Push your partner out
Then you hunch your back
Start a little movement in your sacroiliac
Wiggle like a snake
Waddle like a duck
That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck
Dinsdag 17 december 1974
C'était Hier
C'était Hier
Composer(s): Alain Goraguer - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Sous la tonnelle, qu'elle était belle
La demoiselle de paradis sur mer
Des yeux lavandes, un sourire tendre
Mais l'air d'attendre
Tous les soleils d'enfer
Toi, tu ne voyais qu'elle, rien qu'elle
Pas moi
Moi qui ne regardais jamais que toi
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs
Sous la tonnelle, s'en moquait-elle
La demoiselle de paradis sur mer
Sombre et lointaine
Comme une reine d'histoire ancienne
Mais le cœur bien sûre d'elle
Tu en mourrais d'espoir, regards, soupirs
J'en mourrais de chagrin, sans rien te dire
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs
Dinsdag 17 december 1974
Freedom For The World
Freedom For The World
Composer(s): Paul Anka; Jack White
Performer(s): Paul Anka; David Hasselhoff
Look at the madness
The faces of sadness
The people who try to survive
Why is it so
The children are wondering why
We've broken the promise
The truth is upon us
Somehow we're living a lie
And why don't we start
The start being smart, you and I
Just look around, what do you see
Is this the way we want it to be
I can't believe the
way we carry on, are
we wrong
Ev'rybody all over the world
We've got to get along
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone
Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Look at tomorrow
Think of the sorrow
Think of price we'll pay
Look to your heart
And love will lead the way
People are praying
People are saying
How long can this go on
It just isn't right
To fight for the right to belong
Ev'rybody all over the world
Raise your voices in song
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone
Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody wants freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We got to have some freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody needs it for the world
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody said you got you
got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We've got to have it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
For you and me
And freedom for the world
Ev'rybody wants it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Talking 'bout freedom
for the world
Freedom for you and me
Maandag 16 december 1974
The Howler
The Howler
Composer(s): Adrian Belew - King Crimson
Performer(s): King Crimson
Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
With cigarette coiled
To stike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire
Here is the sacred face of rendevous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire...
No, no, not me
Burn, I don't wanna burn...
Maandag 16 december 1974
C'était Bien
