Zondag 9 maart 1975
The Last Mile Home
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The Last Mile Home
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Zondag 9 maart 1975
Deux Escargots S'En Vont À l'Enterrement
Deux Escargots S'en Vont À l'Enterrement
Composer(s): Jacques Prévert - Joseph Kosma
Performer(s): Cora Vaucaire
À l'enterrement d'une feuille morte
Deux escargots s'en vont
Ils ont la coquille noire
Du crêpe autour des cornes
Ils s'en vont dans le soir
Un très beau soir d'automne
Hélas quand ils arrivent
C'est déjà le printemps
Les feuilles qui étaient mortes
Sont toutes ressuscitées
Et les deux escargots
Sont très désappointés
Mais voilà le soleil
Le soleil qui leur dit
Prenez prenez la peine
La peine de vous asseoir
Prenez un verre de bière
Si le cœur vous en dit
Prenez si ça vous plaît
L'autocar pour Paris
Il partira ce soir
Vous verrez du pays
Mais ne prenez pas le deuil
C'est moi qui vous le dis
ça noircit le blanc de l'œil
Et puis ça enlaidit
Les histoires de cercueils
C'est triste et pas joli
Reprenez vos couleurs
Les couleurs de la vie
Alors toutes les bêtes
Les arbres et les plantes
Se mettent à chanter
À chanter à tue-tête
La vraie chanson vivante
La chanson de l'été
Et tout le monde de boire
Tout le monde de trinquer
C'est un très joli soir
Un joli soir d'été
Et les deux escargots
S'en retournent chez eux
Ils s'en vont très émus
Ils s'en vont très heureux
Comme ils ont beaucoup bu
Ils titubent un p'tit peu
Mais là-haut dans le ciel
La lune veille sur eux
Zondag 9 maart 1975
From The End Of The World
From The End Of The World
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Oh you, you're so hard to get to
Oh you, you don't wanna play
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world
Oh you, you keep me hangin' 'round and 'round
And 'round
Oh you, look at the trouble I've found
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world
I saw you last night but you couldn't answer
You were a lonely little sidewalk dancer
When I woke up I could not stand it
You were gone but I got to hand it to you
Oh please if this is a game I wish someone would win
Oh please just let it fly to be upon the wind
You were no better before, I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world
Zaterdag 8 maart 1975
The Last Laugh
The Last Laugh
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh my friend
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh at the end
Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers with the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Games you thought you'd learned
You neither lost nor won
Dreams have crashed and burned
But you're still going on
Out on the highway with the road gang working
Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing
Out on the highway with the road gang working
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
They had you crying but you came up smiling
They had you crawling and you came up flying
They had you crying and you came up smiling
And the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Yeh don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Zaterdag 8 maart 1975
Chanson De Maglia
Chanson De Maglia
Composer(s): Victor Hugo - Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Serge Reggiani
Vous êtes bien belle
Et je suis bien laid
À vous la splendeur
De rayons baignés
À moi la poussière
À moi l'araignée
Vous êtes bien belle
Et je suis bien laid
Tu feras le jour
Je ferai la nuit
Je protègerai
Ta vitre qui tremble
Nous serons heureux
Nous serons ensemble
Tu feras le jour
Je ferai la nuit
Vous êtes bien belle
Et je suis bien laid
À vous la splendeur
De rayons baignés
À moi la poussière
À moi l'araignée
Vous êtes bien belle
Et je suis bien laid
Zaterdag 8 maart 1975
From The Candy Store On The Corner To The Chapel On The Hill
From The Candy Store On The Corner
To The Chapel On The Hill
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
From the candy store on the corner
to the chapel on the hill
Two young lovers are longing to go there and they dream someday they will
They dream someday they will, they dream someday they will
Walk hand in hand from the candy store to the chapel on the hill
Both their hearts are in tune with a love song
Every promise they make they mean
For true love is the treasure of treasures when you're only seventeen
At seventeen it's a thrill to dream someday you will
Walk hand in hand from the candy store to the chapel on the hill
Vrijdag 7 maart 1975
The Last Kiss
The Last Kiss
Composer(s): David Cassidy - Alan Tarney
Performer(s): David Cassidy
There were times all along
That I thought I was catching on
Now I see it was only
Time catching up with me
As you stand at the door
I know I've never wanted you more
Ther's just one thing before you turn
And you walk out on me
If this is the last kiss
If this is the last touch
If this is the last time
I can ever be holding you
If this is the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
I'll get used to it
I'll get through this somehow, someway
I won't stand in your way
I won't even begin to say
That you never looked better
Never looked so good to me
Though I've asked this before
I won't ever ask anything more
Just close your eyes and
Please do this for me
And
If this is the last kiss
If this is the last touch
If this is the last time
I can ever be holding you
If this is the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
I'll get used to it
I'll get through this somehow, someway
If you ever meet another
And he's not what you're looking for
Then don't surrender 'cause you might discover
There's somebody somewhere who's waiting for you
Remember the last kiss
Just remember the last touch
Remember the last time
I will ever be holding you
Just remember the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
Can't get used to it, won't get used to it, no how no, no way
Never get used to it no way
Vrijdag 7 maart 1975
Chanson De La Sorcière
Chanson De La Sorcière
Composer(s): Philippe Chatel
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy; Axelle Red
Je suis vêtue de robes noires
Je ne peux vivre que le soir
J'ai les ongles longs comme l'hiver
Et je fais peur : je suis sorcière
J'habite au château des fantômes
La cruauté, c'est mon royaume
De tous les diables de l'enfer
Je suis la mère, je suis sorcière
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics
Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic
J'attends le prince charmant
J'attends le prince de sang
Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver
Je voudrais pour la première fois
Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
Tous mes poisons, mes sortilèges
Un beau matin, m'ont pris au piège
J'ai peur de tout ce que j'ai fait
Du plaisir je passe au regret
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics
Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic
J'attends le prince charmant
J'attends le prince de sang
Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver
Je voudrais pour la première fois
Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
Mais pourquoi y a-t-il toujours la haine
Je voudrais qu'on me le dise un jour
"Sorcière, je t'aime" "Sorcière, je t'aime"
Mais chaque soir dans mon décor
J'ouvre le bal de mes remords
Je suis la reine solitaire
D'un pays de feu et de fer
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics
Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic
J'attends le prince charmant
J'attends le prince de sang
Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver
Je voudrais pour la première fois
Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
Vrijdag 7 maart 1975
From The Bottom Of My Heart (Frank Sinatra)
From The Bottom Of My Heart
Composer(s): Morty Berk;
Andy Gibson; Bill Hays; Harry James
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists
From the bottom of my heart, I love you, what more can I say?
From the bottom of my heart I miss you, you're part of my day
My inspiration is you alone, to call my own, I love you, I love you
From the bottom of my heart I want you, it's you I adore
Every moment we're apart, I miss you, and darling what's more
I'd be on my way to heaven if you say I love you from the bottom of my heart
Donderdag 6 maart 1975
Last Goodbye
Last Goodbye
Performer(s): Red Sovine
We'd just finished our dinner and I'd gone in the den and turned on the TV
When she walked in and kissed me on the cheek like a million times before
And she said, "Honey, I know it's late
but if you don't mind, my shopping's gotten a little behind
So I think I'll drive downtown to the grocery store"
Well, I didnt look up, just nodded 'okay' and asked her to hand me an ashtray
And when she did, I reached over and squeezed her hand, and then she left
And I shuddered a minute at the thought of my world without her in it
And I reassuringly sought the touch of my wedding band
Well, I musta been dozing, 'cos I didn't hear the door
And I thought now that's strange, I've never done that before
But I looked up, and she was standing by my chair
"Kinda snucked in on me" I said, and she smiled and nodded her head
And I told her that she looked just like an angel standing there
For a long moment she didn't say a thing
And then she caressed her gold wedding ring
And I thought I saw a teardrop in her eye
"Honey, you'll never know how much I love you", she said
And I thought of the many years that we had been wed
As I told her that no one could be as happy as I
And then the strangest feeling filled the room
Not one of happiness, but one of gloom
And for the first time in my life, I saw sadness in her face
I reached out to touch her, and she drew away
And she told me again that ours was a love that time could never erase
And then I thought I heard a thousand voices singing
But I realized it was the telephone ringing
And that's when I saw the halo surround her pretty golden hair
I turned trembling to the receiver and heard a cold voice say
there had been a wreck out on the highway
And I knew that when I looked back she wouldn't be there
Because it was an angel's way of saying our last goodbye
Donderdag 6 maart 1975
Chanson D'amour (Song Of Love)
Chanson D'amour (Song Of Love)
Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin
First release by: Art & Dotty Todd - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Chanson d'amour, ra ta-da ta-da, play encore
Here in my heart, ra ta-da ta-da, more and more
Chanson d'amour, ra ta-da ta-da, je t'adore
Each time I hear, ra ta-da ta-da
Chanson, chanson, d'amour
Ra ta-da ta-da - ra ta-da ta-da
Chanson d'amour, ra ta-da ta-da, je t'adore
Each time I hear, ra ta-da ta-da
Chanson, chanson, d'amour
Every time I hear
Chanson, chanson, d'amour
Donderdag 6 maart 1975
From The Bottom Of My Heart (Dean Martin)
From The Bottom Of My Heart
Composer(s): G. Cardini; Danni DiMinno
Performer(s): Dean Martin; Jerry Vale
From the bottom of my heart, Dear
I love you
Even though you broke my heart
I still love you
What more can I say
Since you went away
I just couldn't hide my pride
Truly dear, oh how I cried
From the bottom of my heart, Dear
I miss you
I would give my very soul
Just to kiss you
Please come back to me
Hold me tenderly
Take me in your heart again
Be mine my love, forever
Dammi, dammi, dammi tanto amore
Fammi, fammi, fammi questo favore
Dolce come tu è la gioventù
Primavera sei per me
Vieni su fammi saper
dammi, dammi solo un pò di speranza
Un bacin da te per me è bastanza
Ma se nel tuo cor' puoi trovar ancor
Un pò piu d'amor, amor,
Be mine, my love forever.
(From the bottom of my heart)
Woensdag 5 maart 1975
The Last Game Of The Season
The Last Game Of The Season ((aka The Blind Man In The Bleachers (Kenny Starr; Loyal Garner))
Performer(s): David Geddes
He's just the blind man in the bleachers to the local home town fans
And he sits beneath the speakers, way back in the stands
And he listens to the play by play, he's just waiting for one name
He wants to hear his son get in the game
But the boy's just not a hero, he's strictly second team
Though he runs each night for touchdowns in his father's sweetest dreams
He's gonna be a star some day, though you might never tell
But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will
And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home
And no one knows the reason, but the blind man didn't come
And his boy looks kinda nervous, sometimes turns around and stares
Just as though he sees the old man sittin' there
The local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will
Another player's down and out, he's carried from the field
At halftime in the locker room the kid goes off alone
And no one sees him talkin' on the phone
The game's already started when he gets back to the team
And half the crowd can hear his coach yell "Where the hell you been?"
"Just gettin' ready for the second half" is all he'll say
"Cause now you're gonna let me in to play"
Without another word, he turns and runs into the game
And through the silence on the field, loudspeakers call his name
It'll make the local papers how the team came from behind
When they saw him playin' his heart out to win
And when the game was over the coach asked him to tell
What was it he was thinkin' of that made him play so well
"You knew my dad was blind," he said, "Tonight he passed away"
"It's the first time that my father's seen me play!"
Woensdag 5 maart 1975
Chanson Cri
Chanson Cri
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Nemesis
Je veux que ma chanson soit comme un cri d'alarme
Entre un air à la mode et un chanteur de charme
Et même si je ne chante pas assez fort
Qu'on veuille m'écouter trois minutes encore
Quand on entend parler de femmes que l'on viole
Pour beaucoup d'entre nous, ça reste des paroles
On discute, on s'indigne, on ferme le journal
Puis on finit par trouver ça presque normal
Hier, j'ai rencontré l'une de ces victimes
Pour la police, c'est affaire de routine
Et pour les autres, ce n'est guère qu'une histoire
Moi, j'ai vu la détresse au fond de son regard
J'ai lavé son corps couvert de sperme et de sang
L'individu était presqu'un adolescent
Très vite, il a fait ça sans amour ni plaisir
Il paraît qu'il a pleuré avant de s'enfuir
Mon Dieu, qu'avons-nous fait pour en arriver là?
Que faut-il faire pour arrêter tout cela?
Ma tête se révolte et mon cœur est meurtri
Et j'ai eu mal pour elle et j'ai honte pour lui
Mais qui d'entre nous n'a jamais violé quelqu'un
Pour ne parler que de ces petits viols mesquins
Qui font partie de notre vie de tous les jours
Et abreuvent de larmes notre soif d'amour?
La puissance, l'argent, la force et le mépris
L'autorité du père et celle du mari
La rigueur imbécile des fauteurs de l'ordre
Qui crée les enragés qu'il empêche de mordre
Car ce sont nos enfants qu'on appelle la pègre
Gauchistes blousons, noirs drogués et autres nègres
Tous ceux qui, pour survivre, cherchent à rêver
Ceux qui cherchent la plage au-dessous des pavés
Et si je viens chanter à la télévision
Dans le cadre établi de la consommation
Avec l'approbation du prince et de la cour
Ne va pas croire que c'est pour faire un discours
Ce n'est pas non plus pour te convaincre ou te plaire
Ou chanter les idées quoi sont déjà dans l'air
Mais c'est pour demander un aujourd'hui meilleur
En faisant simplement mon métier de chanteur
Je dis que le bateau prend l'eau de tous côtés
Il est temps qu'on essaye de le colmater
Victime ou criminel, les deux sont concernés
Et s'il y a un coupable, on est tous condamnés
Woensdag 5 maart 1975
From Souvenirs To Souvenirs
From Souvenirs To Souvenirs
Composer(s): Alec R. Constandinos; S. Vlavianos
Performer(s): Demis Roussos
A lonely room and empty chair
Another day so hard to bear
The things around me that I see remind me of
The past and how it all used to be
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind
There'll never be another you
No one will share the worlds we knew
And now that loneliness has come to take your place
I close my eyes and see your face
Dinsdag 4 maart 1975
The Last Fallen Hero
The Last Fallen Hero
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): The Charlie Daniels Band
The cowards came by morning
And attacked without a warning
Leaving death and flames and
chaos in our streets
And in the middle of this fiery hell
Brave heroes fell
In the skies of Pennsylvania
On a plane bound for destruction
With the devil and his angels at the wheel
They never reached their target on the ground
Brave heroes brought it down
This is a righteous cause
So without doubt or pause
I will do what my country asks of me
Make any sacrifice
We'll pay whatever price
So the children of tomorrow can be free
Lead on red, white and blue
And we will follow you
Until we win the final victory
God help us do our best
We will not slack nor rest
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace
Oh the winds of war are blowing
And there's no way of knowing
Where this bloody path we're traveling will lead
But we must follow to the end
Or face it all again
Make no mistake about it, write it, sing it, talk it, shout it
Across the mountains and the deserts and the seas
The blood of innocence and shame
Will not be shed in vain
This is a righteous cause
So without doubt or pause
I will do what my country asks of me
Make any sacrifice
We'll pay whatever price
So the children of tomorrow can be free
Lead on red, white and blue
And we will follow you
Until we win the final victory
God help us do our best
We will not slack nor rest
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace
Dinsdag 4 maart 1975
Chanson Bleue (Edith Piaf)
Chanson Bleue
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Je vais te faire une chanson bleue
Pour que tu aies des rêves d'enfant
Où tes nuits n'auront plus de tourments
Alors, le jour, tu vas chanter
Pour que les autres puissent espérer...
Quand le monde l'aura appris
Tu pourras quitter la vie
Tu viendras chanter dans les cieux...
...Chanson Bleue...
Tu feras pleurer les anges
En leur racontant tes souffrances
Apporte dans tes mains trop jolies
Ton cœur, tes pleurs, et puis la vie...
Quand Jésus est mort sur sa croix
Il a souffert autant que toi
Pardonne ta mère, et le Bon Dieu
Et laisse sur la terre comme Dieu...
...Chanson Bleue...
Voilà ta mission terminée...
Tes amis, tu vas les quitter...
Caresse les cheveux des enfants
Souris aux vieillards en passant
Toi, tu n'as plus de lendemains
Finis tes matins pleins de chagrin...
Saint-Pierre, les anges, et le Bon Dieu
Vont t'ouvrir les portes des cieux...
...Chanson Bleue...
Dinsdag 4 maart 1975
From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Dave Edmunds;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band; Bruce Springsteen
At 16, she quit high school, to make her fortune in the Promised Land
She got a job behind the counter at an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to Mama, "Now mama, don't you worry none
From small things, Mama, big things one day come"
It was late one Friday, he pulled in out of the dark
He was tall and handsome
First she took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on a hillside where little feet would soon run
From small things, Mama, big things one day come
Oh, but luck was fleeting
It's sad but it's true
When your heart is bleeding, you don't want to hear it abused
She packed her bags and went to Wyoming with a real estate man
She drove down to Tampa in an Eldorado Grand
She wrote back, "Dear Mama, life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, Mama, big things one day come"
Well, she shot him dead on a sunny Florida road
When they caught her, all she said was she couldn't stand the way he drove
Back home, lonesome Johnny waits for his baby's parole
He waits high on the hillside where the wide-open rivers roll
At his feet and almost grown now, a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
From small things, Mama, big things one day come
From small things, Mama, big things one day come
Maandag 3 maart 1975
The Last Cowboy Song
The Last Cowboy Song
Composer(s): Ed Bruce - Ron Peterson
Performer(s): The Highwaymen
and multiple other artists
All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost
Waylonn Jennings:
He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
Kris Kristofferson:
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the 7th when Custer went down
All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost
Willie Nelson:
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louis L'Amour has told us his tale
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
Johnny Cash:
The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs
They roll by his markings and don't even notice
Like living and dying was all he ever did
All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost
This is the last cowboy song
The end of...
Maandag 3 maart 1975
Changing Partners
