Vrijdag 17 januari 1975
The Jarrow Song
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The Jarrow Song
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Vrijdag 17 januari 1975
Chain Gang (Eddy Mitchell)
Chain Gang
((Adapted from: Chain Gang (English Version) (Sam Cooke) - 1960))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963
De douleur je crie...
La, au bout de la terre
Se trouve Chain Gang
La prison de l'Enfer
C'est le nom de Chain Gang
De douleur je crie...
Il n'y a pas de ciel
Au-dessus de Chain Gang
Le soleil et la mer
Sont bien loin de Chain Gang
Nous sommes des centaines
Ignorant, quand notre peine
Sera-t-elle enfin finie
Pour faire naître la vie
Les jours auront passé
Le temps semble s'arrêter
Il n'y a pas de ciel
Au-dessus de Chain Gang
Le soleil et la mer
Sont bien loin de Chain Gang
Et mon cœur te dit
Veux-tu de moi?
Il ne me reste que toi
Tu ne peux m'abandonner
Je ne pourrai t'oublier
Si un jour tu voyais
La prison de Chain Gang
Alors tu comprendrais
Quelle était ma peine
De douleur, tu crieras
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie
Est vraiment finie
Est-il vrai que le paradis
N'est pas fait pour les maudits?
Oooh, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie
Est vraiment finie...
Vrijdag 17 januari 1975
Friday I'm In Love
Friday I'm In Love
Spanish Title: Viernes Voy Por Ti
Composer(s): Perry Bamonte; Simon Gallup;
Robert Smith; Porl Thompson; Boris Williams
Performer(s): The Cure
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
and Sunday always comes too late
but Friday never hesitate...
I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
or Thursday watch the walls instead
it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
and Sunday always comes too late
but Friday never hesitate...
dressed up to the eyes
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throwing out your frown
and just smiling at the sound
and as sleek as a shriek
spinning round and round
always take a big bite
it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you in the middle of the night
you can never get enough
enough of this stuff
it's Friday
I'm in love
Donderdag 16 januari 1975
The Japanese Sandman
The Japanese Sandman
Composer(s): Raymond B. Egan - Richard A. Whiting
Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms here's a sight that will please your eyes
There's a baby with a lady of Japan singing lullabies
Night winds breath her sighs here's the Japanese
Just as silent as we came we'll leave the land of the painted fan
Wander lightly or you'll wake the little people of old Japan
May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small
Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman
call new days near for all here's the Japanese
Sandman sneaking on with the dew just an old second hand man
He'll buy your old day from you
he will take every sorrow of the day that is through
and he'll give you tomorrow just to start a life anew
then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake
and you'll be a bit bolder with the new day you make
here's the Japanese Sandman trade him silver for gold
just an old second hand man trading new days for old
Donderdag 16 januari 1975
Chain Gang (Sam Cooke)
Chain Gang
((French Version: Chain Gang (Eddy Mitchell) - 1963))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke
First release by: Sam Cooke - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
My work is so hard
Donderdag 16 januari 1975
Friday
Friday
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Performer(s): J.J. Cale
Monday morning comes too early
Work my back to the bone
All day
Monday I keep thinking "weekend’s coming, gonna go home"
Tuesday I hate, oh tuesday
Ain’t no girls on the streets
Tuesday it ain’t good for nothing
Drinking beer and watching tv
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, it’s been too long
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, I wanna go home
Wednesday’s hump day, hump day’s wednesday
Over the hump, the week’s half-gone
If I had my pay on wednesday I’d hang out, the hump day’s gone
Thursday, you know I feel better
I can see the end in sight
Think I’ll write myself a letter
Help myself through the night
Woensdag 15 januari 1975
The Jack-Ass Song
The Jack-Ass Song
Composer(s): Irving Burgie - William Attaway
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
Play that theme man
Jackass will jump and bray, let him bray, let him bray
I say the Jackass will jump and bray
Lordy let him bray, let him bray, everybody!
Now I tell you in a positive way
Don't tie me donkey down there
'Cause me donkey will rump and play
Don't tie me donkey down there
Now me donkey gone mad they say
Don't tie me donkey down there
'Cause his eye on a bale o' hay
Don't tie me donkey down there
Now the news really travel fast
Don't tie me donkey down there
When me donkey in the meadow grass
Don't tie me donkey down there
Now me heart is light and gay
Don't tie me donkey down there
He haw `till judgment day
Don't tie me donkey down there
Woensdag 15 januari 1975
Chahut-Bahut
Chahut-Bahut
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Grand-père est prolétaire
Papa consommateur
Moi je suis contestataire
Voici pourquoi quand il s'agit de déménager
Le bahut de la salle-à-manger
Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
Chacun tenait sa méthode
Pour le glisser le long de l'escalier
Et le conduire au grenier
Chacun s'accrochait à son opinion
En échangeant quelques gnons
Corps à corps métaphore
Et vase dans l'décor
Moi je ne suis pas d'accord
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Grand-mère lit son bréviaire
Maman l'Observateur
Moi je suis contestataire
Sacré bahut quand on se mit à l'emporter
Chacun tira de son côté
Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
Moi je veux le mettre en pièces
Pour le manier plus commodément
Faut l'couper en éléments
Ma sœur veut se servir d'une manivelle
C'est une intellectuelle
Et Papa pas à pas le pousse par le bas
Moi je ne transige pas
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Enfin vaille que vaille
Le bahut s'ébranla
En faisant trembler les murailles
Ne me demandez pas comment il arriva
Cahin-caha dans le brouhaha
Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
On en discutait encore
Lorsque soudain comme je l'avais prévu
Dans un grand chahut-bahut
Le revoici qui traverse le plafond
Et tranche la discussion
Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras
Qu'toute la maison s'effondra
Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras
Qu'toute la maison s'effondra
Woensdag 15 januari 1975
Frida Oum Papa
Frida Oum Papa
English Title: Beer Barrel Polka
Composer(s): Lew Brown; C. Level; J. Vejvoda
Performer(s): Annie Cordy
Lala lalala
Je suis Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala
La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala
C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papa
En Bavière
Mon grand-père
Etait un brasseur de bière
Car je suis née en Bavière
J'suis baptisée à la bière
Ma nourrice
Sans malice
Me gavait de grosses saucisses
Elle voulait que je grandisse
J'ai grandit et me voilà
Avec ma petite plume et mon chapeau
Mes grandes nattes et ma culotte de peau
Dans les tavernes de Munich
Dès que j'arrive, c'est la panique
yawol
On me fait grimper sur un tonneau
Et je chant comme un petit oiseau
Un grand pichet dans chaque main
On chante, on danse jusqu 'au matin
Ein, suein, grosi, ein, suein, grosi
Lala lalala. Je suis Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala. La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala. C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala
Ich bin fraülein oum Papa
Lala lalala
La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala
C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papapi papapa
Dinsdag 14 januari 1975
The Raspberry Song
The Raspberry Song ((aka Everything Is Fresh Today (Jack Hodges))
Composer(s): Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons
(Moriarty)
Oh, oh! Let me out -- my only crime is eating
(Secombe)
Don't worry -- I'll give the screws a song
The warden won't mind
(Bloodnok)
No -- he's doing bird as well
Maestro
(Moriarty)
Take your partners for the ball and chain one step
One, two, three
(Bloodnok)
May I have this dance warden, you can hold my ball
(Secombe)
In a little prison where I'm locked in there is a most pecular fellow
His name is Eccles and he's is in cell nine
But his voice is soft and mellow
He keeps a fruit cart in his cell, and all the convicts knows it
He doesn't sing or rave about his fruit -- he simply blows it
(Bloodnok)
He's doing it all night long
(Secombe)
It's better than any song
No, it isn't very pretty, but you've got to admit it's cute
(Bloodnok)
Never, never
(Secombe)
So all together let it go -- eat more fruit!
(Bloodnok)
Don't tell me he's come to stay
(Secombe)
Let the wardens hear him say
Fruit's in season! Let's be merry!
Apples, plums and the old raspberry
Everything is fresh today
(Bloodnok)
Don't let him get near me, please!
(Secombe)
Every Friday night when work is done
He does not wastes a minute
To the prison warden he hurries 'round where he sings just like a linnet
To hear him blow a melody its great, you can't deny it
And if you've nothing else to do, we'd like the screws to try it
(Bloodnok)
No more, please!
(Secombe)
Get ready and do it now
(Eccles)
The crazy man, you know how
(Bloodnok)
God knows it isn't very pretty
(Secombe)
You've got to admit it's cute
(Bloodnok)
Well...
(Secombe)
All together let it go -- eat more fruit
(Bloodnok)
There isn't a cure they say!
(Secombe)
Let the screws all hear him say
(Eccles)
Don't eat farm laid [wow!]
(Secombe)
Every thing is fresh today
(Bluebottle)
Hello everybody, remember me, Bluebottle?
I'm fourteen now and I have got boils...
Though I don't look very pretty, I'm wearing my new brown suit
The only trouble with it is when I go outside I'm struck by fruit
(Bloodnok)
Don't point him at him I say
(Secombe)
It's a treat to hear him play
Fruit's in season, plums and berries
Apples, pears and the old raspberry
(All)
Everything is fresh to day
(Bloodnok)
Someone open a window, please!
Dinsdag 14 januari 1975
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
Composer(s): Carly Simon
Performer(s): Carly Simon
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
I believe in love
And who knows where or when
Bit it's comin' around again
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
I know nothin' stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's comin' around again
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
Dinsdag 14 januari 1975
Chagall
Chagall
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Tous les animaux et les candelabres
Le violon-coq et le bouc-bouquet
Sont du mariage
L'ange à la fenêtre où sèche le linge
Derrière la vitre installe un pays
Dans le paysage
Mon peintre amer odeur d'amandes
Les danseurs ont bu le grand soleil rouge
Qui se fera lune avant bien longtemps
Sur les marécages
Et le cheval-chèvre assis dans la neige
Aimerait parler avec les poissons
Qui sont trop sauvages
Mon peintre amer odeur d'amandes
Le peintre est assis quelque part dans l'ombre
À quoi rêve-t-il sinon des amants
Sur leur beau nuage
Au-dessus des toits à l'horizontale
Dans leurs habits neufs avant d'être nus
Comme leurs visages
Mon peintre amer odeur d'amandes
Marchez sur les mains perdez votre tête
Le ciel est un cirque où tout est jonglé
Et le vent voyage
Tous les animaux et les candelabres
Le violon-coq et le bouc-bouquet
Sont du mariage
Mon peintre amer odeur d'amandes
Maandag 13 januari 1975
Poor Me Israelite
Poor Me Israelite
Composer(s): Desmond Dekker - Leslie Kong
First release by: Desmond Dekker & The Aces - 1968
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me-Israelite
My wife an' ma kids dem pack up an'a leave me
"Darling," she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor, poor me-Israelite
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
I don't wan' to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor, poor me-Israelite
After a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me-Israelite
Maandag 13 januari 1975
Chacun Pour Soi
Chacun Pour Soi
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Pourquoi me dire ça à moi?
Ça ne m'intéresse pas
Pourquoi viens-tu me trouver?
Pour me parler
Ah! Que tu sois heureuse ou pas
Ça ne m'intéresse pas
Tu peux rire ou bien pleurer
Je suis fermé
Chacun pour soi
C'était ta loi
Tu voulais tout posséder
Mais sans jamais rien donner
Chacun pour soi
C'était ta loi
Tu voulais tout posséder
Mais sans jamais rien donner
Tout le monde est contre toi
Ça ne m'intéresse pas
C'est à ton tour de pleurer
À moi de jouer
Oh! Que tu m'aimes encore ou pas
Ça ne m'intéresse pas
De ma vie je t'ai rayée
Je suis fermé
Chacun pour soi
C'était ta loi
Tu voulais tout posséder
Mais sans jamais rien donner
Chacun pour soi
C'était ta loi
Tu voulais tout posséder
Mais sans jamais rien donner
Chacun pour soi
C'était ta loi ....
Maandag 13 januari 1975
Fresh Air
Fresh Air
Composer(s): Jesse Oris Farrow
Performer(s): Quicksilver Messenger Service
Oh, what you do to me, oh, what you do to me, little girl
Ooo, have another hit of sweet air, come on, ooo, have another hit
I want to know where you're going
I want to know, sweet mama, where you're gonna go, yeah
Ooo, have another hit of fresh air, ooo, have another hit
Oh, baby, what you gonna do, oh, honey, what you gonna do, sweet thing?
Ooo, have another hit of sweet love, ooo, have another hit
I love you, yes I do, babe, and I love you, I do, sweet lips
Ooo, have another hit of sweet California sunshine, ooo, have another hit
Take me home, take me home, take me home with you
Take me home, I wanna go home with you, little girl
Ooo, have another hit of fresh air, ooo, have another hit
Zondag 12 januari 1975
The Island
The Island
((Spanish Version: Comenzar De Nuevo (Miguel Gallardo))
Composer(s): Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman - Ivan Lins - Victor Martins
Performer(s): Ivan Lins
Make believe we’ve landed
On a desert Island
Bathe me in the waters
Warm in the moonlight
Change me with your kisses
Find the secret places
Touch me ‘til I tremble
Free my wings for flying
And catch me while I’m falling
Keep your arms around me
Like there’s no tomorrow
Let me know you love me
In the Island not a soul can see us
Show me how to love you
Teach me how to please you
Lay your dreams beside me
Only stars will listen
To our cries and whispers
You are made to love me
Zondag 12 januari 1975
Chacun Cherche Son Coeur
Chacun Cherche Son Coeur
Composer(s): Didier Golemanas - Pascal Obispo
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Chacun cherche son cœur
Pour une vie, pour une heure
Trouver le pas du danseur
Toujours plus haut, toujours ailleurs
Oui chacun cherche son cœur
Chacun cherche son cœur
Avec les poings du boxeur
Là pour donner le meilleur
Oui, toujours plus près, toujours preneur
Chacun cherche la lumière
Oui, cherche la lueur
Cherche l'âme sœur
Comme dans les récits
De Henry Miller
Et chacun cherche son cœur
Le dessine au marqueur
Peu importe la couleur
Toujours plus belle, toujours plusieurs
Et chacun fait de son cœur
Un havre de douceur
L'amour, c'est le moteur
Toujours plus fort, toujours porteur
Chacun cherche la lumière
Cherche la lueur
Cherche l'âme sœur
Comme dans les récits de Henry Miller
Chacun cherche l'erreur
Dans ce monde de douleur
Chacun sa balle en plein cœur
Sa balle en plein cœur
Chacun cherche à quoi ça sert
Cherche pourquoi ça meurt
Oui, cherche ses valeurs
Là dans sa vie
Cherche la lumière
Oh ! cherche la lueur
Cherche l'âme sœur
Comme dans les récits de Henry Miller
Oui chacun cherche son cœur
Pour une vie, pour une heure
Chacun cherche son cœur
Oui, chacun cherche son cœur
Zondag 12 januari 1975
Fresh
Fresh
Composer(s): Kool & The Gang;
Sandy Linzer; James "J.T." Taylor
Performer(s): Kool & The Gang
Conversation is going 'round
People talking 'bout the girl who's come to town
Lovely lady pretty as can be
No one knows her name she's just a mystery
I have seen her maybe once or twice
The one thing I can say thought she's very nice
She's a lady one I really want to know
Somehow I've got to let my feeling show
Chorus:
She's fresh exciting
She's so exciting to me
She's fresh exciting
She's so inviting to me yeah
I've been thinking about the way you walk
Baby I like the way you talk
Tell you something I really can't hide
Heaven must have sent you to be by my side
Fresh and lovely like a dream come true
I'll give anything to spend the night with you
What a feeling and I can't stop it baby
Miss frisky lady take me away
Repeat Chorus
She's fresh as a summer breeze
She'll take you by surprise
She means so much to me
I'll do whatever to make her minebaby
Oh yeah
Oh yeah she's fresh so fresh
She's fresh she's so fresh
She's fresh she's so fresh
Fresh as a summer breeze
She's fresh she's so fresh
She means so much to me
Yeah I want to take her by the hand
And pray she'll understand
'Cause I love the way she walks
And ooh baby I love the way she talks
I've got something and I hope she'll understand
Miss frisky lady
She's fresh
She's fresh she's so fresh
Zaterdag 11 januari 1975
The Isa Rodeo
The Isa Rodeo
Performer(s): Slim Dusty
Roll up you Ozzie horsemen, a challenge has been thrown
Don't let it go unnoticed, rough riding's in your bones
So pass along the grapevine, let everybody know
You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
They combed the north west stations, and brought the outlaws in
They're lively and they'll make you earn the prizes that you win
The brumbies from the northlands are yarded up to go
And throw an open challenge at the Isa rodeo
So roll up you Ozzie horsemen let everybody know
You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
The feature horse is spinifex you've heard of him I suppose
He's reputation deadly as everybody knows
So come on you bow legged stockmen
This. challenge has to go, to anyone from anywhere at the Isa rodeo
The town is decked out gaily, and flags are flying high
There's country music playing, beneath that friendly sky
Roughriders roll in daily, and set the town aglow
And the big parade's already called the Isa rodeo
So roll up you Ozzie horsemen let everybody know
You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
Now when the dust as settled, and crowds have all gone home
It's kind of sad to wander through, the rodeo grounds alone
But we will all remember this year was a mighty show
And the folks are coming back again to the Isa rodeo
To the Isa rodeo
Zaterdag 11 januari 1975
Chacarera De Un Atardecer
