Dinsdag 6 januari 1976
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Dinsdag 6 januari 1976
It's A Lonely Town (Lonely Without You)
It's A Lonely Town (Lonely Without You)
((Italian Version: Città Vuota (Mina) - 1963))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
First release by: Gene McDaniels - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
The streets are crowded, people are everywhere
The sounds of laughter and music fill the air
Thousands of people walk and sing and talk along the avenue
But it's a lonely town, lonely without you
I go out dancing with someone new each night
And it means nothing if she lets me hold her tight
'Cause no one's warm embrace or lovely face can thrill me like you do
But it's a lonely town, lonely without you
Where can you be?
All of our friends keep asking me
Where have you gone?
Without you love I can't go on
I feel l ike crying each time I hear your name
'Cause since you left me this town's just not the same
So come back home and then we'll live again
The happiness we knew
'Cause it's a lonely town, lonely without you
Lonely without you
Lonely without you
Lonely without you
Lonely without you ...
Dinsdag 6 januari 1976
G.I. Jive
G.I. Jive
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer;
and various other artists
This is the G.I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille
Over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
Roodley-toot
Jump in your suit
Make a salute
Boot!
After you wash and dress
More or less
You go get your breakfast
In a beautiful little cafe they call The Mess
Jack, when you convalesce
Outta your seat
Into the street
Make with the feet
Reet!
If you're a P-V-T, your duty
Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T
This is the G.I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank
That features a little device called fluid drive
Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk!
Soon you're countin' jeeps
But before you count to five
Seems you're right back diggin' that
G.I. Jive
Maandag 5 januari 1976
Queen Of Tonga
Queen Of Tonga
Composer(s): Jack Fishman
Performer(s): Edmundo Ros
In the Pacific islands of Tonga
They make their people stronger
Oh, it can rain or storm or squall
But they don't feel nothing at all
Oh, the Queen of Tonga
Crossed the ocean from faraway
The Queen of Tonga
Came to Britain for Coronation Day
When the historic day came a-dawning
The Queen woke up that morning
And put on all her finery
For the crowning ceremony
Oh, the Queen of Tonga
Crossed the ocean from faraway
The Queen of Tonga
Came to Britain for Coronation Day
And when the great procession departed
This Queen so happy-hearted
Said, let it rain and let it pour
Bring an open carriage and four
Oh, the Queen of Tonga
Crossed the ocean from faraway
The Queen of Tonga
Came to Britain for Coronation Day
And when the people saw her
On that torrential morn
She captured all before her
Took everyone by storm
Oh, the Queen of Tonga
Crossed the ocean from faraway
The Queen of Tonga
Came to Britain for Coronation Day
In every heart will always live longer
That reigning Queen of Tonga
And I would like to save the fare
Just to see her once again there
Oh, the Queen of Tonga
Crossed the ocean from faraway
The Queen of Tonga
Came to Britain for Coronation
Royal Celebration
Coronation Day
Maandag 5 januari 1976
Citizen Of The Planet
Citizen Of The Planet
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
I am a citizen of the planet
I was born here
I’m going to die here
Come what may
I am entitled by my birth
To the treasures of the earth
No one must be denied these
No one must be denied
Easy dreams
At the end of a chain-smokin’ day
Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to believe
That the future we perceive
Lies in danger and the dangers increase
Who are we to demand
That the leaders of the land
Hear the voices of reason and peace
We are the citizens of the planet
We were born here
We’re going to die here
Come what may
We are entitled by our birth
To the treasures of the earth
No one must be denied these
No one must be denied
Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin’ day
Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to deny
What my eyes can clearly see
And raise a child with a flame in his heart
Who are we to believe
That these thoughts are so naïve
When we’ve all disagreed from the start
We are the citizens of the planet
We were born here
We’re gong to die here
Come what may
We are entitled by our birth
To the treasures of the earth
No one must be denied these
No one must be denied
Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin’ day
Easy dreams at the end of the day
Maandag 5 januari 1976
G.I. Haircut
G.I. Haircut
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Gee, I got a G.I. haircut
Gee, it's not a pretty haircut
I am such an awful sad guy since I cut my hair
Gee, I got a G.I. haircut
And I wouldn't care but
No more girls give me the glad eye
With my head so bare.
Army barbers sure are wizards
Up and down they go with scissors
Soon your hair is on the floor
And "Boom" brother, there ain't no more
When I told him how I want it
Trimmed a bit with hair oil on it
Nineteen yard birds held me there
And Gee I got a G.I. haircut
(Johnny got a haircut, haircut, haircut
Johnny got a haircut just like mine)
I dream of Johnny but his light brown hair
Seems to be lying `neath an army barber's chair
No more side burns, they're too fancy
Nothin' quite so fancy pantsy
Says his stuff is what it's called
And "Boom" brother, they leave you bald
I was sure it wouldn't happen
But the barber caught me nappin'
When I climbed into his chair
And Gee, I got a G.I. haircut
(Clipper sounds)
(Next)
Zondag 4 januari 1976
The Queen Of Hearts
The Queen Of Hearts
((Swedish Version: När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn (Agnetha Fältskog))
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
So you're losing tonight
Nothing seems to go right
You keep playing the wrong cards, don't you
Someone's throwing the dice
And you need some advice
So you listen to me now, won't you
You don't know what's at stake
That your heart's gonna break
If you don't watch yourself tonight
The Queen of Hearts is back in town
Still wears the crown
She does not intend to abdicate
She'll be playing it cool
She'll make you feel like a fool
And you will never know if she will play it straight
The Queen of Hearts is back again
And it's you she wants my friend
You'll see how well she knows her game
You're a loser from the very start
Because she deals for your heart
For as long as you know
You've been running the show
Always played at the winning table
Now you know you should leave
There's no ace up your sleeve
But you feel that you are unable
And you know what's at stake
That your heart's gonna break
If you don't watch yourself tonight
The Queen of Hearts is back in town
Still wears the crown
She does not intend to abdicate
She'll be playing it cool
She'll make you feel like a fool
And you will never know if she will play it straight
The Queen of Hearts is back again
And it's you she wants my friend
You'll see how well she knows her game
You're a loser from the very start
Because she deals for your heart
Zondag 4 januari 1976
Citizen Kane
Citizen Kane
Composer(s): Skip Battin - Kim Fowley
Performer(s): The Byrds; The Flying Burrito Brothers
Fat ugly fat man swam
In a red tire made of stone
A painted lady paddled next to him
With two poodles on her lap
Garbo quietly picked a flower
While the chauffeur won his check again
And Barrymore took a noon day nap
And diamonds fell like rain
Cisco Kid and a bald headed waitress
Trapped 'neath a bed of brass
The french cook served them chocolates
And some cold cuts on the grass
Louilla ripped her zebra pants
In the polo lounge
And Errol Flynn was not let in
Cause he was coming down
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain
Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
Valentino suddenly appeared
In his midnight blue tuxedo
Had a falcon on his shoulder
Eating chicken from his hands
And Fatty Arbuckle waddled by
On way to the bath house green
Frankenstein ate the leading lady
And licked the carcass clean
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain
Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
Zondag 4 januari 1976
G.I. Blues
G.I. Blues
From the film "G.I. Blues"
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; HellBillys
They give us a room with a view
of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass
'Cause there's always a sign saying: "Keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
Occupation G.I. Blues
At Ease!
Zaterdag 3 januari 1976
The Queen Of 1964
The Queen Of 1964
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Anyone who's played on a record date
Will remember Stage-Door-Jenny
Well, I saw her last night and man, she looked
Like she wasn't gettin' any
(Awwwwwwwww!)
Rock and roll kinda took its toll
When she shed her inhibitions
Too many scenes in limousines
And dressing room intermissions
She was the queen of 1964
But the truth of the matter is
Nobody wants her anymore
There was a time she could've shown you how
But nobody wants an overage groupie now
When it came to a superstar
Jenny was a bragger
She spread it all around to everyone in town
That she once had Mick Jagger
(Ooooooooooh!)
There's no doubt when the truth comes out
True love will always conquer
She didn't get Mick but she got a kick
And a black eye from Bianca
She was the queen of 1964
What a pity she became a shadow of the girl
She was before
She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow
But nobody wants an overage groupie now
I'm afraid that the Morning Trade
Had a sad obiturary
There'll be no more Jenny at the door
They took her to the cemetary
(Awwwwwwwwwww!)
Just an autograph book and a stereo
There was no one she was close ta
She was found with her arms around
An Elvis Presley poster
She was the queen of 1964
Tonight there'll be a moment of silence
At the Troubadour
There was a time she could've shown you how
But nobody wants an overage groupie now
But nobody wants an overage groupie now
Zaterdag 3 januari 1976
Cities
Cities
Composer(s): David Byrne
Performer(s): Talking Heads
Think of London, a small city
It's dark, dark in the daytime
The people sleep, sleep in the daytime
If they want to, if they want to
Chorus
I'm checking them out
I'm checking them out
I got it figured out
I got it figured out
There's good points and bad points
Find a city
Find myself a city to live in
There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham
A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses
Look over there!...
A dry ice factory
A good place to get some thinking done
Down el Paso way things get pretty spread out
People got no idea where in the world they are
They go up north and come back south
Still got no idea where in the world they are
Did I forget to mention, to mention Memphis
Home of Elvis and the ancient greeks
Do I smell?
I smell home cooking
It's only the river, it's only the river
Zaterdag 3 januari 1976
(Give Me Back My) Name
(Give Me Back My) Name
Composer(s): David Byrne
Performer(s)): Talking Heads
There's a word for it
And words don't mean a thing
There's name for it
And names make all the difference in the world
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let X make a statement
Let breath pass through those cracked lips
That man was my hero
And now that word has been taken from us
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name
Give me back my name
Something has been changed in my life
Something has been changed in my life
Something must be returned to us
Something must me returned to us
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
The Pussycat Song (N'yot N'yow)
The Pussycat Song (N'yot N'yow)
Composer(s): Dick Manning
Performer(s): Perry Como & The Fontane Sisters
Fontane Sisters:
This is the story 'bout Perry who came home late one night!
Perry Como:
Must have been about a two or three am, something like that!
FS:
"Gotta get me some sleep", he yawned
as he turned out the light!
PC:
Haaw! I guess I was too tired to do any reading!
FS:
Whether he dreamed what happened
or if he really heard it, he wouldn't bet
but he swears it sounded like two cats singin' a duet!
PC:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
This is me, your boyfriend 'Tom'
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
PC:
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
This is old Tom, 'Tom' the atom-bomb!
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
We assure you we'd come y'out if only we knew how
They tell us that you really are the cat's 'Meow'!
PC:
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten now?
FS:
N'yot N'yow!
PC:
Oh!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
We will serenade the moon!
PC:
N'yot N'yow!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our little kitten
We will sing a little tune!
PC:
N'yot N'yow!
When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout
They locked the door and they forgot to put me-yowt!
FS:
Oowah!
PC:
Alone from night to night you'll find me!
FS:
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
Mee-yowh!
PC:
Heh heh
OK, now!
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
Citadel
Citadel
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Men are armed shout who goes there
We have journeyed far from here
Armed with bibles make us swear
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Flags are flying, dollar bills
Round the heights of concrete hills
You can see the pinnacles
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
In the streets are many walls
Hear the peasants come and crawl
You can hear their lovers call
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Screaming people fly so fast
In thier shining mental cars
Through the woods of steel and glass
Candy and taffy, hope we both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Vrijdag 2 januari 1976
(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love
(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love
Composer(s): Phil Everly
Performer(s): Eddie Hodges
My father looked at me one day
said "Son, it's plain to see
That you're getting older
and should have a talk with me
You'll soon be going on lots of dates as to a man you grow
And there's one important thing ev'ry boy should know"
And that is
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why some have eyes of blue
That's why some stand five foot two
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
One day soon you'll have a date and you'll take her home that night
Then you'll find you'll wonder would a kiss be right
The more you look, the more you'll find those doubts will fill your
head
But think real hard and you might recall what your ol' Dad said"
He said that
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
"Then you'll meet that special girl who'll sweep your off your feet
You'll want to say you love her, but you'll find it hard to speak
This is a time when you'll find it's better left unsaid
Just tell 'er like I told your Mom, with a kiss instead"
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street
That's why their kisses taste awful sweet
'cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made to love
Girls, girls, girls were made ........ Fade
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
The Pusher
The Pusher
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
You know I smoked a lot of grass
Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
If you live -- or if you die
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! The pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With a lump of grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah... but the pusher will ruin your body
Lord he'll leave your mind to scream
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! God damn the pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
Well now if I were the president of this land
You know I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he run
And I'd kill him with my bible, and my razor and my gun...
God Damn! The pusher
God damn the pusher
I said God damn! God damn the pusher man!
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
Cita Con Ángeles
Cita Con Ángeles
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Desde los tiempos más remotos
vuelan los ángeles guardianes
siempre celosos de sus votos
contra atropellos y desmanes
Junto a las cunas infantiles
junto a los tristes moribundos
cuentan que velan los gentiles
seres con alas de otro mundo
Cuando este ángel surca el cielo
no hay nada que se le asemeje
El fin de su apurado vuelo
es la sentencia de un hereje
no se distraiga ni demore
todo es ahora inoportuno
Va rumbo al campo de las flores
donde la hoguera espera a Bruno
Se lanza un ángel de la altura
caída libre que da frío
La orden de su jefatura
es descender hasta Dos Ríos
Es 19 y también mayo
monte de espuma y madre sierra
cuando otro ángel a caballo
cae “con los pobres de la tierra”
Dicen que al filo de la una
un angelote compasivo
pasó delante de la luna
sobrevolando los olivos
Y cuentan que con mala maña
fue tiroteado su abanico
justo a la hora que en España
se asesinaba a Federico
Un bello arcángel aletea
junto a un gran pájaro de hierro
Procura que un hombre lo vea
para ahuyentar cien mil destierros
Pero el arcángel se sofoca
y un ala azul se le lastima
y el ave negra abre la boca
cuando atraviesan Hiroshima
Dejando un surco luminoso
por sobre Memphis, Tennessee
pasó volando presuroso
un ser alado en frenesí
Iba vistiéndose de luto
iba llorando el querubín
e iba contando los minutos
de Dios y Martin Luther King
El ángel pasa bajo un puente
después rodea un rascacielos
Parque Central, lleno de gente
no se da cuenta de su vuelo
Cuánta utopía será rota
y cuánto de imaginación
cuando a la puerta del Dakota
las balas derriben a John
Septiembre aúlla todavía
su doble saldo escalofriante
todo sucede un mismo día
gracias a un odio semejante
Y el mismo ángel que allá en Chile
vio bombardear al presidente
ve las dos torres con sus miles
cayendo inolvidablemente
Desesperados, los querubes
toman los cielos de la tierra
y con sus lápices de nubes
pintan adioses a las guerras
El mundo llena los balcones
y exclama al fin: esta es mi lucha
pero el señor de los cañones
no mira al cielo ni lo escucha
Pobres los ángeles urgentes
que nunca llegan a salvarnos
¿Será que son incompetentes
o que no hay forma de ayudarnos?
Para evitarles más dolores
y cuentas del sicoanalista
seamos un tilín mejores
y mucho menos egoístas
Donderdag 1 januari 1976
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
Spanish Title: Jinetes En El Cielo
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists
An old cowpoke went riding out
one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves wuz made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered thru the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to atch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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Dean Martin's version:
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies"
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o
The ghost herd in the sky
The ghost herd in the sky
Yippee-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
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Woensdag 31 december 1975
The Puppy Song
The Puppy Song
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
If only I could have a puppy
I'd call myself so very lucky
Just to have some company
To share a cup of tea with me
I'd take my puppy everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
Then we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no dogs allowed
Oh we... I know he'd never bite me
We... I know he'd never bite me
If only I could have a friend
Who sticks with me until the ned
And walk along beside the sea
To share a bit of moon with me
I'd take my friend most everywhere
La la la la I wouldn't care
And we'll stay away from crowds
With sites that say no friends allowed
Oh we... we'd be so happy to be...
We... we'd be so happy to be together
But dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
(Your wish will come true)
And a wish's just a dream (Your wish will come true)
Your wish to come true (Your wish will come true)
Woensdag 31 december 1975
Cirrus Minor
