Dinsdag 26 augustus 1975
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The Masquerade
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Dinsdag 26 augustus 1975
Child, Child
Child, Child
Composer(s): Erik Darling - P. Street
Performer(s): Erik Darling
When you were a child, child
Did you want to be listened to?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child?
When you were a child, child
Did you want to be hugged awhile?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child?
And Bonnie, did they ever tell you
You were important?
Johnny, did they ever tell you
When you were a child?
What you thought and what you wanted
Should be fought for all undaunted
Did anybody ever tell you
When you were a child?
Dinsdag 26 augustus 1975
Reason To Believe
Reason To Believe
Composer(s): Tim Hardin
Performer(s): Tim Hardin
If I listen long enough to you
I'd find the way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If you took the time to change my mind
I'd find the way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe
Maandag 25 augustus 1975
The Masochism Tango
The Masochism Tango
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Anne Pringle; Mark Burnell
I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear
You can raise welts like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
At your command, before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand
Ecch!
It's here that I must be
My heart entreats
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony
My soul is on fire
It's aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire
When we tango
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, Love
I can feel the pain yet, Love
Every time I hear drums
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, Love
With the thorns underneath, Love
Sticking into your gums
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash that you made with your lash
As we danced to the Masochism Tango
Bash in my brain
And make me scream with pain
Then kick me once again
And say we'll never part
I know too well I'm underneath your spell
So, Darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart
Excuse me!
Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine, and swear that you're mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Maandag 25 augustus 1975
Child Star
Child Star
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
and various other artists
Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed
A hundred hands working on a musical of old
Debussy and Mendlessohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
Child star protege of Mister Gormez
Who said you'd go far
Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be
Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility
Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair
The awesome people stare
They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear
Debussy and Mendlessohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
Child star protege of Mister Gormez
Who said you'd go far
Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair
Sad to see them mourning you when you are there
Within the flowers and the trees
Maandag 25 augustus 1975
Really Wanna Know You
Really Wanna Know You
Composer(s): Ali Thomson; Gary Wright
Performer(s): Gary Wright
I don't mind being lonely
But I do mind if not being loved
Maybe you're feeling the same way too
You're ready to hold some one
(chorus)
I really wanna know you
I really wanna show you the way I feel
I really wanna know you
I really wanna show you the way I feel
Something about you is telling me
We're coming from the very same place
It's only just a notion I have
(but) I see it written over your face
(repeat chorus)
(***) you've got something about you that I want around me
Something I've been searching all my life through
So now it's up to you, yeah, yeah
Tell me what you're gonna do
I wanna know yeah yeah yeah
Everytime I see you it's the same thing all over again
You're doing something to me it's true
And I don't want to fell it end
(repeat chorus and repeat ***)
Zondag 24 augustus 1975
The Mask
The Mask
Composer(s): Roger Glover - J. Roussel
Performer(s): Roger Glover
It's later on a Wednesday, the sun is going down
I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around
My imagination wanders back, red dust is always there
We lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air
As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze
I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze
Below is your reflection, like an image from the past
But I can't be sure if it's really you, 'cause you're wearing a tribal mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
There is no way of knowing how long I must remain
Dangling like a statue, and whispering your name
But suddenly it's over, and I begin to fall
But the swimming pool is empty now, no water there at all
I find myself in a room, empty and it's bare
With nothing but a mirror, and I know you're waiting there
I'm looking for an answer, but I don't know who to ask
I see my own reflection, but this time, I got the mask
I can't take it, I can't take it
I can't take it, I can't take it
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Ah I can't take it, no
I can't take it, no, no
I can't take it, I can't take it
I can't take it, no, no, no
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask
Oh, whoaoh
Oh, whoa-o-o-o (Repeat)...
Zondag 24 augustus 1975
Child Of The 50's
Child Of The 50's
Composer(s): Don Reid
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
Don:
I grew up a child of the 50s
Learned to dance to the beat of rock & roll
Television was my friend
I Love Lucy, Rin Tin Tin
Kissed my first girl when I was 10 years old
Phil:
Took a turn for the worse in the 60s
Saw some real people die on TV
I learned love's hard cold facts
Paid my first income tax
One small step for the man I'm gonna be
I'll never feel bad 'bout the times that we had
I'll never look back in regret
The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get
Lew:
The 70s were 10 years of reruns
News of Watergate was nothin' new
The Democrats got it, we fell in love again
When Elvis died, we all knew that we could too
Harold:
Now I'm facin' the most of the 80s
Old enough to run for President
It's hard to think it's me, the father of 3
Oh America, I don't know where it went
I'll never feel bad 'bout the times that we had
I'll never look back in regret
The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get
The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get
Zondag 24 augustus 1975
Really Waltzing
Really Waltzing
Composer(s): Peter Myers; Ronnie Cass
Performer(s): Cliff Richard & Michael Sammes Singers
Cliff:
Is...this...me here, really waltzing?
Is this me here, being so square?
Although I know this kind of mu-sic
Makes me sick and you sick
Still I'm aware...
Yeah, it's me here, really waltzing
To a Viennese one-two-three
And if you'll pardon me the simile
I'm a Romberg and Frim'l-y (??)
How can this be me?
Bass Voice (mock Austrian accent):
I've got zee urge to vear short leather trousers
And dance za vay Strauss-es made their mous-es
Cliff joins in (with mock accent):
Give me some frau-ses dressed up in cute blouses
Helping their spouses tie bells on their cows-es
Cliff (with accent):
Oh... here I'm really waltzing
Though I shudder at the idea
And though I really should know better
Here am I in operetta
Really waltzing here
Cliff & Full Chorus:
And...so...we're here, really waltzing
As we take our partners and bow
We say "a plague upon the houses of all the three Strausses"
But, all the same, we must kow-tow
To the rhythm, catchy rhythm
For the violins play and we've got to go with 'em
Yes, we're waltzing, really waltzing
Look at us, really waltzing...now!
Zaterdag 23 augustus 1975
The Martins And The Coys
The Martins And The Coys
Composer(s): Alan Cameron - Ted Weems
Performer(s): Gene Autry
Gather 'round me children and I'll tell a story
Of the mountains and the days when guns was law
When two fam'lies got to feudin'
It was bound to end in shootin'
So just listen close, I'll tell you what I saw
Oh, the Martins and the Coys they were reckless mountain boys
And they took up family feudin' when they'd meet
They would shoot each other quicker
Than it took your eye to flicker
They could knock a squirrel's eye out at ninety feet
All this fightin' started out one sunday morning
When old grandpa Coy was full of mountain dew
Just as quite as a churchmouse, he stole in the Martin's henhouse
'Cause the Coys they needed eggs for breakfast, too
Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
Coz old grandpa Coy's gone where angels live
When they found him on the mountain
He was bleedin' like a fountain
'Cause they punctured him 'til he looked like a sieve
After that they started out to fight in earnest
And they scarred the mountains up with shot and shell
There was uncles, brothers, cousins
Why they bumped them off by dozens
Just how many bit the dust is hard to tell
Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
At the art of killin' they become quite deft
They all know'd they shouldn't do it
But before they hardly knew it
On each side they only had one person left
Now the sole remainin' Martin was a maiden
And as purty as a picture was this Grace
While the one survivin' boy was the handsome Henry Coy
And the folks all knew they'd soon meet face to face
Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
But their shootin' and their killin' sure played [hob]
And it didn't bring no joy to know that Grace and Henry Coy
Both had sworn that they would finish up the job
So, they finally met upon a mountain pathway
And young Henry Coy he aimed his gun at Grace
He was set to pull the trigger, when he saw her purty figure
You could see that love had kicked him in the face
Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
But they say their ghostly cussin' gives them chills
But the hatchet sure was buried, when sweet Grace and Henry married
It broke up the best durn feud in these here hills
You may think this is where the story ended
But I'm tellin' you the ghosts don't cuss no more
'Cause since Grace and Henry wedded
They fight worse than all the rest did
And they carry on the feud just like before
Zaterdag 23 augustus 1975
Child Of Mine
Child Of Mine
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King - Bill Staines
Performer(s): Carole King
and multiple other artists
Although you see the world
Different that me
Sometimes I can touch upon
The wonders that you see
All the new colours
In pictures you've designed
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
You don't need direction
You know which way to go
And I don't want to hold you back
I just want to watch you grow
You're the one who taught me
You don't have to look behind
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Nobody's gonna to kill your dreams
Or tell you how to live your life
The'll always be people
To make it hard for awhile
But you'll change their heads
When they see you smile
The times you were born in
May not have been the best
But you can live the times to come
Better than the rest
I know you will be honest
If you can't always be kind
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Zaterdag 23 augustus 1975
Realejo
Realejo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Estou vendendo um realejo
Quem vai levar
Quem vai levar
Já vendi tanta alegria
Vendi sonhos a varejo
Ninguém mais quer hoje em dia
Acreditar no realejo
Sua sorte, seu desejo
Ninguém mais veio tirar
Então eu vendo o realejo
Quem vai levar
Estou vendendo um realejo
Quem vai levar
Quem vai levar
Quando eu punha na calçada
Sua valsa encantadora
Vinha moça apaixonada
Vinha moça casadoura
Hoje em dia já não vejo
Serventia em seu cantar
Então eu vendo o realejo
Quem vai levar
Estou vendendo um realejo
Quem vai levar
Quem vai levar
Quem comprar leva consigo
Todo encanto que ele traz
Leva o mar, a amada, o amigo
O ouro, a prata, o praça, a paz
E ded quebra leva o harpejo
De sua valsa se agradar
Estou vendendo um realejo
Quem vai levar
Quem vai levar
Vrijdag 22 augustus 1975
The Marriage Machine
The Marriage Machine
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
There will be days
We'll be in each other's way
Down each others throats
Like you wouldn't believe
But then who was it said
Married life begins in bed
And ends up somewhat disparagingly
You say to me that you love me truly
I say to you likewise I feel just the same
But then who really knows
When two people get that close
That their feelings to each other
Won't change
I'll kiss you and then I'll kiss you once again
And pray to God once we get married there (there)
Just won't come a time
When we'll wish we'll have changed our minds
A problem to end all our dreams
I'll kiss you and then I'll kiss you once again
And pray to God once we get married there (there)
Just won't come a time
When we'll wish we'll have changed our minds
A problem to end all our dreams
So there will be days
We'll be in each other ways
Down each others throats
Just you wait and see
But don't be upset
After all that's what you get
When you become part of The Marriage Machine
Part of The Marriage Machine
Vrijdag 22 augustus 1975
Child Of Innocence
Child Of Innocence
Composer(s): Kerry Livgren
Performer(s): Kansas; Falconer
Sweet child of innocence
Living in the present tense
Father Time will take his toll
Rack your body and steal your soul
What became of all the years
Are you drowning in your tears
Who will catch you when you fall
Who will hear you when you call
I will comfort you, take your hand and see you through
I will take you through the door
Who do you think you are
Try to live forever and you won't get far
I wait behind your door
Makes no difference if you're rich or poor
Though you're weary and afraid
Still you try to flee my blade
Come and walk in my new land
If you'll only take my hand
In the image of those who have walked before me here
I am cast in the web of an ancient spell
I am holding on to life, I'm drifting in the stream
Everything's much clearer now
We live within a dream and never wake
Judge not by what you see
More than you can count are here with me
Give up your foolish pride
All that walk the earth have died!
Vrijdag 22 augustus 1975
Real Wild Child
Real Wild Child
Composer(s): Tom Greenan;
David Owens; Johnny O'Keefe
Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis;
and various other artists
Well I'm just outta school
Like I'm real, real cool
Gotta dance like a fool
Got the message that I gotta be
A wild one
Ooh yea, I'm a wild one
Gonna break it loose
Gonna keep 'em movin' wild
Gonna keep a-swingin' baby
I'm a real wild child
Gonna meet all my friends
Gonna have ourself a ball
Gonna tell my friends
Gonna tell them all
That I'm a wild one
Ooh yea, I'm a wild one
Gonna break it loose
Gonna keep 'em movin' wild
Gonna keep a-swingin' baby
I'm a real wild child
I'm a real wild one
An' I like a wild fun
In a world gone crazy
Everything seems hazy
I'm a wild one
Ooh-oooh, I'm a wild one
Gonna break it loose
Gonna keep 'em movin' wild
Gonna keep a-swingin' baby
I'm a real wild child
I'm a wild one
I'm a wild one
I'm a wild one
Oh baby, I'm a wild one
Donderdag 21 augustus 1975
Her Mantle So Green
Her Mantle So Green (aka The Mantle So Green)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Sinead O'Connor
and multiple other artists
As I went out walking one morning in June
To view the fair fields and the valleys in bloom
I spied a pretty fair maid she appeared like a queen
With her costly fine robes and her mantle so green
Says I, "My pretty fair maid, won't you come with me
We'll both join in wedlock, and married we'll be
I'll dress you in fine linen, you'll appear like a queen
With your costly fine robes and your mantle so green"
Says she now, "You Young man, you must be excused
For I'll wed with no man, you must be refused
To the green woods I will wander to shun all men's view
For the lad that I love fell in famed Waterloo"
"O, then, if you won't marry, tell me your love's name
For I being in battle, I might know the same"
"Draw near to my garment and there will be seen
His name is embroidered on my mantle so green"
In raising her mantle there I did behold
His name and his surname in letters of gold
Young William O'Reilly appeared in my view
He was my chief comrade back in famed Waterloo
But when he was dying I heard his last cry
'If you were here, Lovely Nancy, contented I'd die'
Now Peace is proclaimed, and the truth I declare
Here is your love token, the gold ring I wear"
O, Nancy, dear Nancy, 'tis I won your heart
In your father's garden that day we did part
Now the wars are all over, no trouble is seen
And I'll wed with my true love in her mantle so green"
Donderdag 21 augustus 1975
Child Of Flames
Child Of Flames
Composer(s): J.J. Maus
Performer(s): The Walker Brothers
you can't reveal
the future fades
the terror's near
the granite blades
something wakes
moves and shifts
the contacts made
the shot that lifts
how long
can you survive
with a child of flames
how long
can you survive
with a child of flames
through each time
the thing still moves
the golden axe
the pounding hooves
you hear the sound
the naked shakes
start to count
the balance breaks
how long
can you survive
with a child of flames
how long
can you survive
with a child of flames
Donderdag 21 augustus 1975
Real Thing (Kim D)
Real Thing
Composer(s): Armstead
Performer(s): Kim D
A change has come over me
My heart beats impatiently
I just can’t wait ‘til tonight
'Cause I know he’s gonna hold me tight
And it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Well, it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Lately I’ve been acting strange
In my eyes there’s been a change
I just didn’t know how sweet he was
And I’m so glad to be in love
And it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Well, it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
I keep walking round and round
Talking about the love I found
I get such a feeling
My head keeps reeling
I’m so absent-minded
But really I don’t mind it
‘Cause it looks to me like this could be
Well it looks to me like this could be
Well, it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Every time you call me honey
I start to act then funny
When you hold me, I feel so good
And you know you kiss me like you should
And it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Well, it looks to me like this could be
Well, it looks to me like this could be
Well, it looks to me like this could be
The real thing
Woensdag 20 augustus 1975
The Man's Too Strong
The Man's Too Strong
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits
I'm just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please her my confession
I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a theif
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace
Which I have never known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well the sun rose on the courtyard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Woensdag 20 augustus 1975
Child Of Clay
