Donderdag 30 januari 1975
The Ketchup Song
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The Ketchup Song
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Donderdag 30 januari 1975
Chameleon
Chameleon
Composer(s): J.C. Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
You took me runnin' up a wrong way street
When we got there, you said, "Can't you read?"
I must be blind, but now and then I see
Another number where mine used to be
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
I say what's up, and then you say it's down
I see triangles, and you say it's round, round, round
Saw an empty glass; you said it's full
Lord, it's so hot, then you come on cool, cool
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
Donderdag 30 januari 1975
Friends (Led Zeppelin)
Friends
Composer(s): Jimmy Page - Robert Plant
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1970
Bright light almost blinding
Black night still there shining
I can't stop, keep on climbing
Looking for what I knew-a
Had a friend, she once told me
You gotta love, you ain't lonely
Now she's gone and left me only
Looking for what I knew
Mmm, I'm telling you now
The greatest thing you ever can do now
Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now
It's very easy just t'
Met a man on the roadside crying
Without a friend, there's no denying
You're incomplete, they'll be no finding
Looking for what you knew
So anytime somebody needs you
Don't let them down, although it grieves you
Some day you'll need someone like they do
Looking for what you knew
Mmm, I'm telling you now
The greatest thing you ever can do now
Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now
It's very easy just'a...ohh, yeah
I'm telling you now
The greatest thing you ever can do now
Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now
It's very easy
It's very easy
It's very easy
It's eas-easy, yeah, yeah
Woensdag 29 januari 1975
The Kerry Recruit
The Kerry Recruit
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists
One morning in March I was diggin' the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
And says I to myself, such a pity to see
Such a fine strappin' lad footin' turf round Tralee
Wid me toora na nye
And me toora na nye
Wid me toora na noo ra na
Noo ra na nya
So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade
Then I went to the fair like a dashing young blade
When up comes a sergeant, he asks me to list
'Arra, sergeant a gra, stick the bob in me fist'
And the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a white strap of leather to tie round me throat
They gave me a quare thing; I asked what was that
And they told me it was a cockade for me hat
The next thing they gave me they called it a gun
With powder and shot and a place for me thumb
Well first it spat fire and then it spat smoke
Lord, she gave a great leap that me shoulder near broke
Well the first place they sent me was down by the quay
On board of a warship bound for the Crimea
Three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheets
Faith, she walked on the water without any feet
When at Balaclava we landed quite soon
Both cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground
Next morning for action the bugle did call
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
Well we fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann
And the Russians they whaled us at the Redan
In scaling the wall there myself lost me eye
And a big Russian bullet she ran away with me thigh
't Was there we lay bleeding
Stretched on the cold ground
Both heads, legs and arms were all scattered around
I thought of me mum and me cleavage were nigh
Sure they'd bury me decent and raise a loud cry
Well a doctor was called
And he soon stanched me blood
And he gave me a fine elegant leg made of wood
They gave me a medal and ten pence a day
Contented with Sheelagh, I'll live on half-pay
Woensdag 29 januari 1975
Chambres D'un Moment
Chambres D'un Moment
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Sur de blancs canots
Suivant les canaux
Ombreux et tranquilles
Les touristes font
Les chemins profonds
Qui baguent la ville
Les bars qu'on entend
Les cafés-chantants
Les marins y règnent
Et la rue a des
Sourires fardés
Ses enseignes saignent
Chambres d'un moment
Qu'importe comment
On se déshabille
Tout est comédie
Hormis ce qu'on dit
Dans les bras des filles
Traîne sur les quais
L'enfance manquée
Des gamins étranges
Qui parlent entre eux
Qui sait de quel jeu
Peu fait pour les anges
Et dans ce quartier
Où le monde entier
Cherche l'aventure
Celui qu'on y joue
Montre ses bijoux
À la devanture
Chambres d'un moment
Qu'importe comment
On se déshabille
Tout est comédie
Hormis ce qu'on dit
Dans les bras des filles
Femmes-diamant
Qui patiemment
Attendent preneur
Pour la somme due
Qui débitent du
Rapide bonheur
Beaux monstres assis
Tout le jour ainsi
Près de leur fenêtre
Vivre ici les voue
Aux faux rendez-vous
D'où rien ne peut naître
Chambres d'un moment
Qu'importe comment
On se déshabille
Tout est comédie
Hormis ce qu'on dit
Dans les bras des filles
La main le rideau
Le petit cadeau
Mets-toi là qu'on s'aime
Leurs habits ôtés
Ce que les beautés
Au fond sont les mêmes
Souvenirs brisés
Baisers ô baisers
Amours sans amour
Une fois de plus
A Honolulu
Comme à Singapour
Chambres d'un moment
Qu'importe comment
On se déshabille
Tout est comédie
Hormis ce qu'on dit
Dans les bras des filles
Les matelas crient
La même tuerie
À d'autres oreilles
Et les matelots
Ont même sanglot
À moment pareil
Tous les hommes sont
La même chanson
Quand c'est à voix basse
Et leur coeur secret
Bat tant qu'on dirait
Qu'il manque de place
Chambres d'un moment
Qu'importe comment
On se déshabille
Tout est comédie
Hormis ce qu'on dit
Dans les bras des filles
Woensdag 29 januari 1975
Friends (Jody Watley)
Friends
Composer(s): André Cymone; Jody Watley
Performer(s): Jody Watley
Have you ever been stabbed in the back
By someone you thought was really cool
Did they steal your heart or was it money
Or was it lies they told
Strangers just disguised as your friends
Never again 'cause now you know
That friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Smiles they hide behind
Never know what's on their mind
Could be true deception
Jealousy and envy reign
They never want to see you get ahead
They just hold you back
Friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, oh, oh
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
Im talkin' 'bout your friends
Friends are hard to find, so be careful
You could find an inch or mile if I pay you
But some ain't that bad, but one might back stab
To get the fake tips of what one might have
Bite the hand that feeds you, leave the people who need you
For those who hold you back and mislead you
To be a needle, dont get lead on unleaded
The wrong direction, a dead ends next then
Heed the detour, lifes like a seesaw
The ups and downs, and I'll bet there'll be more
Potholes and obstacles in our path, that's righteous
At times you need a hand to fight this
Way of life, straighten up, take the door to the placid
And dont you act two-faced
Cause jealousy and envy, and you still act friendly
You could find the end and pretend to be
Friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, yeah
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Used to me kiss me, tell me you missed me
But now you try to glaze me, play me and diss me
Uh, wide awake, ready to break, so we argue
What happened to the kisses, and,
Why, how are you's, yours and mine
I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, yeah
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
Dinsdag 28 januari 1975
The Jumpin' Jive
The Jumpin' Jive ((aka (Hep! Hep!) The Jumpin' Jive))
Composer(s): Cab Calloway - Fred Froeba - Jack Palmer
First recording: Lionel Hampton & His Orch. - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Hep-hep!
De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki!
Hep-hep!
Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah
Hep-hep!
Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive
Hep-hep!
Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive
Hep-hep!
Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive
Hep-hep!
Beat it out on the mellow side
Boy?
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Oh, boy!
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Palomar, Shalomar, Swanee shore
Let me dig that jive once more
Boy!
Lay it right on down to the gator
Oh, boy!
Lay it flat as a gator
Now, can't you hear those hepcats call
Yeah!
Come on, boys, let's have a ball!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin' jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin' jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive
The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive
I know you dug this mellow jive
Oh, you dig it on the mellow side
Dinsdag 28 januari 1975
Chains Of Love
Chains Of Love
Composer(s): Ahmet Ertegun - Harry Van Walls
First release by: Joe Turner and his Blues Kings - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
Chains of love
Has tied my heart to you
Chains of love
Have made me feel so blue
Well, now I'm your prisoner
Tell me what you're gonna do
Are you gonna leave me
Are you gonna make me cry
Are you gonna love me
Are you gonna make me cry
These chains of blues gonna haunt me
Until the day I die
Well, if you're gonna leave me
Please won't you set me free
Well, if you're gonna leave me
Please won't you set me free
I can't stay here with these chains
Less'n you stay on here with me
Well, three 'o clock in the morning
Baby the moon is shining bright
Yeah, three 'o clock in the morning
The moon is shining bright
I'm just sitting here wondering
Dinsdag 28 januari 1975
Friends (Elton John)
Friends
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1971
I hope the day will be a lighter highway
For friends are found on every road
Can you ever think of any better way
For the lost and weary travellers to go
Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything's all right
It seems to me a crime that we should age
These fragile times should never slip us by
A time you never can or shall erase
As friends together watch their childhood fly
Maandag 27 januari 1975
The Juicer
The Juicer
Composer(s): Mick Stewart
Performer(s): Sweet
Somewhere, where am I
Don't know when I'm high
People lookin' at me
Is there, what did I see
Man with a bible
Won't somebody tell me please
Somebody help me
Tell me what's happened to me
Fever night and day
Woman, hear what I say
Daze all, lighter come
This life won't be long
Man with a bible won't
Somebody tell me please
Somebody help me
Tell me what's happened to me
Woman, hear my plead
Come on, rescue me
Signs all, death has come
Woman look what you've done
Man with a bible
Won't somebody tell me please
Somebody help me
Tell me what's happened to me
Man with a bible
Won't somebody tell me please
Somebody help me
Tell me what's happened to me
To me
Maandag 27 januari 1975
Chains Around Your Heart
Chains Around Your Heart
Composer(s): Brian Setzer
Performer(s): Brian Setzer
It's a late cool autumn evening
And the sunset melts into night
With a v-twin throbbing beneath me
And my head's spinning allright
Ritchie and me we started as kids
In a rock 'n' roll band on the street where we lived
It's a long hard ride till the morning
As the trees and wind start to sing
Chains around your heart that bind
Break away and leave them behind
Well once there was a time in this rock 'n' roll dream
This here town would be rip apart at the seams
Now I'm out of money and Billy's out of work
Eddie's pushin' pencils for the county clerk
Everybody's job is getting pushed out of town
Life is just knockin' 'em down
Boyhood dreams are run into the ground
Long dark shadows hang over this town
Cast away the chains that bleed
Break away and I leave you free
Take my hand come leave with me
As nighttime fades away
we'll ride the hills and desert sand
Cross the barren land
All the families have all gone
Their jobs went before them I'm sure
They knocked down the corner barber shop
And put up a super triple level parking lot
There once was a time you could vote for a man
Who wouldn't try and stick a gun in your hands
So cut out all your talkin'
And make love with me through the night
Chains around your heart that bind
Break away and leave them behind
Just leave them behind
Just leave them behind
Maandag 27 januari 1975
Friends (Bette Midler)
Friends
Composer(s): Mark "Moogy" Klingman; Buzzy Linhart
Performer(s): Bette Midler
Oh, you got to have friends
The feeling's oh so strong
You got to have friends
To make that day last long
Had some friends, but they're gone
Somethin' came and took them away
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here's where I will stay
Standing at the end of the road, boys
Waitin' for my new friends to come
I don't care if I'm hungry or cold, freezing
I got to get me some
'Cause you got to have friends
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Friends
"Oh, that's the favorite part of my voice, you know
I really like to get up
Hm"
Oh, friends
"Thank you"
Oh, friends, friends, friends, friends
I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone
Somethin' took 'em away
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here is where I'm gonna stay, you know, oh
Standing at the end of a real long road, Jack
And I'm waitin' for those new friends to come
And I don't care if I'm jungry or freezing, freezing cold
You gotta, you gotta get me some
'Cause you gotta have
"You gotta have friends
I'm telling you
I am speaking 'cause I know
It's going too fast
We're all going too fast!
I'm trying to tell you to slow down!
They're hard to come by!
Those friends are hard to come by!
I didn't have many friends, you know
But, things are getting better now
And I think it's gonna be okay, 'cause I have a couple now"
Friends
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends
Oh, friends ...
Zondag 26 januari 1975
The Juice Of The Barley
The Juice Of The Barley
Composer(s): Liam Clancy
Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light
And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy
Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na
And the juice of the barley for me
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go
To a dusty old school house without any door
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor
At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking
But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking
Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around
But meself in the corner was sure to be found
One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar
Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell
So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take
And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch
Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor
And I'll dance out my days frinking whiskey galore
Zondag 26 januari 1975
Chains Around My Heart
Chains Around My Heart
Composer(s): Richard Marx - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): Richard Marx
Out of my sight
But the vision is still the same
Out of my mind
But the memory remains unchanged
Stones thrown in anger hold twice the hurt
Return to sender could only make things worse
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart
'Cause I've been lonely too long
You've got to break these chains around my heart
So I can finally get on with my life
Don't ask me why
Why I've lived with this all alone
Locked up inside
And it's cutting me to the bone
Love is a stranger avoiding me
Beware of danger's the only sign I see
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart
Cause I've been lonely too long
You've got to break these chains around my heart
So I can finally get on with my life
Are you listening
Is there something that you'd like to say
Am I getting through
Are you just gonna leave me this way
Yeah
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart
Before it tears me in two
You've got to break these chains around my heart
That's all I'm asking of you
You've got to break these chains around my heart
'Cause I've been lonely too long
You've got to break these chains around my heart
So I can finally get on with my life
Zondag 26 januari 1975
Friends (Adam Ant)
Friends
Composer(s): Adam Ant
Performer(s): Adam Ant
I'm a friend of Mister Pastry
I'm a friend of Allen Jones
I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey
I'm a friend of your chromosomes
I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe
I'm a friend of Michael Miles
I'm a friend of Jim Morisson
I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
And if I come on the night, can I get in free?
I'm a friend of Egon Schiele
I'm a friend of Mister Spock
I'm a friend of Doctor Kildare
I'm a friend of the Woodentop's
I'm a friend of Arthur Askey
I'm a friend of Freda Payne
I'm a friend of Danny Angel
I'm a friend of big John Wayne
I'm a friend of Brian Inglis
I'm a friend of your dad's son
I'm a friend of Boris Karloff
I'm a friend of everyone
Zaterdag 25 januari 1975
The Journey
The Journey
Composer(s): Rick Wakeman
Performer(s): Rick Wakeman
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side
Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic laair
One star for us to share
We continue on our prayer
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries
Zaterdag 25 januari 1975
Chains
Chains
((French Version: Chance (Sylvie Vartan) - 1963))
Composer(s): Jerry Goffin - Carole King
First release by: The Cookies - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains
And they ain't the kind that you can see
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah
Chains, well I can't break away from these chains
Can't run around, 'cause I'm not free
Whoa, oh, these chains of love won't let me be, yeah
I wanna tell you, pretty baby
I think you're fine
I'd like to love you
But, darlin', I'm imprisoned by these...
Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains
And they ain't the kind that you can see
Oh, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me
Please believe me when I tell you
Your lips are sweet
I'd like to kiss them
But I can't break away from all of these...
Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains
And they ain't the kind that you can see
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah
Chains, chains of love...
Zaterdag 25 januari 1975
Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love)
Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love)
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Pat Boone;
and various other artists
Thee I love, more than the meadows so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds on the mayapple tree, I love thee
Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion
Lips have I to kiss thee too, in friendly persuasion
Thee is mine, though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
Friendly persuasion
Thee is mine, though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
Vrijdag 24 januari 1975
The Jones Boy
The Jones Boy
Composer(s): Vic Mizzy - Mann Curtis
Performer(s): The Mills Bros.
The whole town's talking about the Jones Boy
The Jones Boy
The Jones Boy
The whole town's talking about the Jones Boy
He acts mighty peculiar now
The whole town's saying he was a good boy
a nice boy
a swell boy
The whole town's saying he's not a well boy
He just isn't the same somehow
he hops
he jumps
so merrily over the water pumps
he stops and then
he comes to a pump and he'll jump again
the buzz is over the fences
that he's going out of his senses
The whole town's talking about the Jones boy
the poor boy
the Jones boy
But I just happen to be the Jones boy
and I happen to be in love
Vrijdag 24 januari 1975
Chained To A Memory (Eddy Arnold)
