Vrijdag 29 augustus 1975
The Masts Of Morrigan
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The Masts Of Morrigan
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Vrijdag 29 augustus 1975
Children Of Sánchez
Children Of Sánchez
Composer(s): Chuck Mangione
First release by: Chuck Mangione - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers
They won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes
Every child belongs to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace
Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children
God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez
Vrijdag 29 augustus 1975
Rebecca
Rebecca
Composer(s): Hammond; Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Turtles
Met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans
How many years is it you've been alive?
Oh I'll take a guess
Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so
Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?
No way, how will I fit in your life?
How could you live with a man without change?
Too strange and too poor to be trusted
Busted a couple of times
Shaken a bit by the years on the road
And the women I've known
Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you
Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...
Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons
To your mother's friend's sweet ones
To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and
One day, you might wake up to a shock girl
What has it come to?... this sensible life
The wife of a fool...
Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?
Donderdag 28 augustus 1975
The Master
The Master
Composer(s): Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder
Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder
Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
Donderdag 28 augustus 1975
Children And All That Jazz
Children And All That Jazz
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez
Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sweet Pearl and Nicholas
Come here and tickle us
I don't like nicknames
I like to play games
One of them's Batman
That's where it's at man
Look at your t-shirt
I see you're all wet now
I'll give you a bath
If you'll go to bed now
Oh can't you see
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Joey and Janet
Jennifer, Joshua
Justin and Jason
Jacob and Jordan
Heather and Shannon
Marisa and Kirsten
Kimmie and David
Who shall we play with?
Here comes my own son
Light of my life is
Younger than new leaves
Brighter than you please
Says that he loves me
Big as the world
and Gabriel Harris
You go to bed now
You go to bed now
It's quarter to nine
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
You heard what I said now
You go to bed now
It was a hard day
Never enough play
Iggy was sick
and couldn't come over
One of your mice died
That was when you cried
Get in the tub
And play with your boats now
Sit here beside me
I'll tell you a story
One about snakes
And anything gory
Ask me no questions
How far is the sky
And I'm falling asleep
And you're smarter than I am
Light of my life
Good night
Good night
Good night
Donderdag 28 augustus 1975
Reasons To Be Cheerful
Reasons To Be Cheerful
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Jankel; Payne
Performer(s): Ian Dury
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
1 2 3
Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats
18-wheeler Scammels, Domenecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats
A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks
The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
1 2 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Health service glasses
Gigolos and brasses
round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum to paris
lighting up the chalice
wee willy harris
Bantu Stephen Biko, listening to Rico
Harpo, Groucho, Chico
Cheddar cheese and pickle, the Vincent motorsickle
Slap and tickle
Woody Allen, Dali, Dimitri and Pasquale
balabalabala and Volare
Something nice to study, phoning up a buddy
Being in my nuddy
Saying hokey-dokey, singalonga Smokey
Coming out of chokey
John Coltrane's soprano, Adi Celentano
Bonar Colleano
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
1 2 3
Yes yes
dear dear
perhaps next year
or maybe even never
in which case
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
1 2 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
1 2 3
Reasons to be cheerful part 3
Woensdag 27 augustus 1975
The Masquerade Is Over
The Masquerade Is Over ((aka (I'm Afraid) The Masquerade Is Over) (Milt Jackson) - 1958))
Composer(s): Herb Magidson - Allie Wruble
First release by: Ambrose & His Orch. - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
My blue horizon is turning grey
And my dreams are drifting away
Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine
And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
Your words don't mean what they used to mean
They were once inspired, now they're just routine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "No, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
Woensdag 27 augustus 1975
Childhood's End?
Childhood's End?
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Mark Kelly - Ian Mosley - Steve Rothery - Pete Trewavas
Performer(s): Marillion
And it was morning
And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I’m not alone
I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
Hey you, surprised?
More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she’s got to carry on with her life, and you’ve got to carry on with yours
So I see it’s me, I can do anything
And I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on
Hey you, you’ve survived
Now you’ve arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you’ve got to get out of here
You’ve found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You’d resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you’ve found the light
You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it’s me I see, I can do anything
I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
I am your childhood friend
Oh, lead me on
Woensdag 27 augustus 1975
Reasons For Waiting
Reasons For Waiting
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull
What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling
What a day for laughter
and walking at night
Me following after, your hand holding tight
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling
What a reason for waiting
and dreaming of dreams
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving
Dinsdag 26 augustus 1975
The Masquerade
The Masquerade
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Arthur Tracy
and multiple other artists
Sometime soon to be, there’s a lover’s moon to be
And a lover’s tune to be born
No more will I be forlorn
I whisper softly till morn
I want you to kiss, for there must be two to kiss
Moments are so few to kiss now
So ‘neath a sycamore bough
Meet me there, oh, greet me there somehow
Twilight soon will fade
I’ll meet you at the masquerade
While our hearts are swinging
To violins singing till dawn
Lady dressed in jade
Hold me tight at the masquerade
If the music halts, dear
Then my heart will waltz
Dear, right on
Twelve o’clock is chiming
On the clock above
Now if you’ll unmask your heart
I’ll love you, love you
Midnight shadows fade
No one else at the masquerade
Everything is through, dear
But my love for you, dear, lives on
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
