Woensdag 20 april 1977
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There's A Home In Wyoming
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Woensdag 20 april 1977
Cootamundra Wattle
Cootamundra Wattle
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson
Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box woman
You know those old things only make you cry
When you dream upon that little bunny rug
It makes you think that life has passed you by
There are days when you wish the world would stop woman
But then you know some wounds would never heal
But when I browse the early pages of the children
It's then I know exactly how you feel
Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining
And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again
It's Sunday and you should stop the worry woman
Come out here and sit down in the sun
Can't you hear the magpies in the distance?
Don't you feel the new day has begun?
Can't you hear the bees making honey woman
In the spotted gums where the bellbirds ring?
You might grow old and bitter 'cause you missed it
You know some people never hear such things
Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining
And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again
Don't buy the daily papers any more woman
Read all about what's going on in hell
They don't care to tell the world of kindness
Good news never made a paper sell
There's all the colours of the rainbow in the garden woman
And symphonies of music in the sky
Heaven's all around us if you're looking
But how can you see it if you cry
Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining
And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
For all at once my childhood never left me
'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again
Woensdag 20 april 1977
Rumors Are Flying
Rumors Are Flying
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin; George David Weiss
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists
Rumors are flying
That you've got me sighing
That I'm in a crazy kind of a daze
A lazy sort of a haze
When I go walking
I hear people talking
They say our affair is not just a passing phase
And they whisper 'bout the flowers
You keep sending me by the dozen
And they wonder 'bout the hours
That you spend with me, it keeps them buzzin'
Rumors are flying
And I'm not denying
That people are sure I'm falling in love with you
'Cause for a change, darling
All the rumors are true
And they whisper all about the flowers
The many little flowers you keep sending me by the dozen
And they wonder all about the hours
That you spend with your baby, what do you do-do-do
That keeps 'em buzzin' all the time, all the time
Rumors are flying
And I'm not denying
That people are sure I'm falling in love with you
'Cause for a change, darling
All the rumors are true
Dinsdag 19 april 1977
There's A Girl In Havana
There's A Girl In Havana
Composer(s): Irving Berlin - E. Ray Goetz - A. Baldwin Sloan
I'm in love with you, but I'll admit, I've told the same tale o'er
To a lot of girls, but I'll admit, 'twas never meant before
Like every boy, I've loved a few, 'tis true
But never with a love I feel for you
So I think for future happiness
My past I should confess
If a fellow says he loves you, and he's never said the same
To another girl, if you believe him, you're the one to blame
When love is true each thought you would confide
When love is true there's naught that you could hide
So to prove my love is not a-miss
Is why I tell you this
There's a girl in Havana
There's a girl in Savannah
I've wooed a few sweet girlies who I promised to be true to
But then I never knew, dear
That I'd ever meet you, dear
So let's forget the girls I met
Before I met you
Dinsdag 19 april 1977
Cooper's Lament
Cooper's Lament
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Hey brothers, hear me call
It ain't that I had to fall
Wasn't no one's fault last night
When I looked up and felt the light
Here's hoping you'll understand
I want to fell like a natural man
Get up early in the morning to do what I can
You can't help no one with money
If you can't with your hands
And you got to be there brothers, yes you do
If the world is turning under you
Ain't no good to sit around
And bring it up or down
You got to be there brothers, yes you do
Hey brothers, now and then
There's something that oughta move you
More than a pen
You don't need no school or knowledge
You've got something else to lend
And all the people in the world
Can make it better again
And it ain't easy, yes I know
It's a hard and rugged road
Don't be swindled, don't be fooled
Just be honest and stay cool
'Cause you got to be there brothers, yes you do
If the world is turning under you
Ain't no good to sit around
And bring it up or down
You got to be there brothers, yes you do
Dinsdag 19 april 1977
Rumors
Rumors
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Helen Miller
Performer(s): Johnny Crawford
Do dooby dooby
Sha la la la...
Everyone in town
Just wants to put me down
With their rumors (rumors)
They've been telling you
That your baby's been untrue
But it's rumors (rumors)
Aw, people love to talk
Let them have their say
They can take a walk
We'll make out okay
Darling, this you must believe
I would never, never
Ever leave you
People jealous of a boy and
Girl in love started rumors (rumors)
Dont believe a word of
Those silly things you heard
Theyre just rumors (rumors)
Aw, let the rumors fly
You'll find by and by
Deep within my heart
You're the only one that I adore
So don't believe the rumors anymore
Aw, let the rumors fly
You'll find by and by
Deep within my heart
You're the only one that I adore
So don't believe the rumors anymore
Do dooby dooby
Sha la la la......
Maandag 18 april 1977
There's A Forest
There's A Forest
Composer(s): Jack Bruce - Pete Brown
Performer(s): Jack Bruce
There's a forest no one uses
Where the wrecks are growing flowers
O the trees they are all colours
Bright scarves they wear
There's a sky that is expected
Where the birds are flying still
O the clouds they are all colours
Bright rains they wear
Maandag 18 april 1977
Cool Yule
Cool Yule
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright
He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the groanies of the boys and girls
So dig, Santa comes on big
He'll come a callin' when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppernint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fire place
So you'll, have a yule that's cool
Yeah, from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright
He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the groanies of the boys and girls
So dig, Santa comes on big
He'll come a callin' when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast
And you gonna flip when the Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fire place
So you'll, have a yule that's cool
Have a yule that's cool
Yeah, cool yule
Maandag 18 april 1977
Rumbo Perdido
Rumbo Perdido
Composer(s): Mario Alvarez
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
Sé que te vas con un rumbo perdido
ave fugaz que abandonas el nido
ya no tendrás el calor de mis besos
nunca podrás encontrar un cariño mejor
Algo quizá te hablará de un olvido
y has de querer retornar a mi nido
Ya no podrás encontrar un recuerdo
no, porque mi amor como tú ya su rumbo perdió
Sé que te vas con un rumbo perdido
ave fugaz que abandonas el nido
ya no tendrás el calor de mis besos
nunca podrás encontrar un cariño mejor
Algo quizá te hablará de un olvido
y has de querer retornar a mi nido
Ya no podrás encontrar un recuerdo
no, porque mi amor como tú ya su rumbo perdió
Zondag 17 april 1977
There's A Fly On My Music
There's A Fly On My Music
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Sammy Fain - Ralph Freed
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Larry Keating:
Del, old boy, what's the matter?
Well listen, you know, I gave you a marvellous introduction
I built you up as a virtuoso
This is really very embarrassing, Del
Del Porter:
Pardon me, Mr. Keating
For playing' away off key
I've sounded sour for over an hour
But don't put the blame on me
`Cos, there's a fly on my music
Looks just like a note
He's in my way an' I can't play
The song the feller wrote
Oh, swat, boys, swat boys swat
Swat boys, swat `im boys, swat
There's a fly on my music
Got me playin' flat
He moves around and makes me sound
Like Mrs. Murphy's cat
Oh shoo fly
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo fly
Shoo fly, shoo fly, shoo
Buzz, buzz, here he is
Buzz, buzz, buzz, there he is
Here he is, there he is
Now I don't know where he is
There he goes from my music
What a break for me
But start to smack he's comin' back
With his whole darn family
Oh swat boys, swat `im boys, swat
Swat boys, swat boys swat
Shoo fly, there he is
Buzz, buzz, buzz there he is
Here he is, there he is
Now I don't know where he is
There he goes from my music
What a break for me
But start to smack, he's comin' back
With his whole darn family
Oh, swat boys, swat `im boys, swat
Swat boys, oh swat boys, swat
Zondag 17 april 1977
Cool Water
Cool Water
Composer(s): Bob Nolan
Performer(s): Dude Martin - 1936
Covered by multiple other artists
All day I've faced the barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
And souls that cry for water, cool, clear water
Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, Dan
He's a devil not a man
And he spreads the burning sand with water
Dan can you see that big green tree
Where the water's runnin' free
And it's waiting there for you and me
The nights are cool and I'm a fool
Each star's a pool of water, cool water
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear, water
The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for water, cool, water
And way up there He'll hear our prayer
And show us where there's water, cool, clear, water
Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for
Just one thing more than water, cool, water
Like me I guess he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest for water, cool, clear, water
Zondag 17 april 1977
Rum Tum Tum
Rum Tum Tum
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Jonathan Pryce
Fagin (spoken):
Just do everything you see Dodger and Charlie do
Make 'em your models, my dear
especially Dodger -- He's going to be right little...
Bill Sikes! Tell me my dear, you see my hankerchief?
See if you can take it from me without my noticing
like you saw the others do
Rum-tum-tum
Rum-tum-tum
Pom-pom-pom
Pom-pom-pom
Skiddle-eye-tye
Tee-rye-tye-tye
Tee-ruppa-tuppa-ruppa-tum-tum
You've got to pick a pocket or two!
You've got to pick a pocket or two!
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie
There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
And he's just as sweet as sweet can be
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
There's another waitin' in Pomona
With the cutest dimple in his chin
And there's a guy in Daytona
Who just waits for my ship to come in
I miss `em, honour bright
I write `em every night
But if you held my hand
I suppose they would all understand
Oh, you mustn't think I'm just a gypsy
But I really ought to set you right
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(Bing)
There's a wave who's waitin' in Biloxi
Says she's gonna marry me or bust
We're bein' married by proxy
When I find me a wolf I can trust
There's a spar who's waiting in Waukegan
Who is really different from the rest
I think her last name is Reagan
That's the name that's tattooed on my chest
A whack in Hackensack
A walk from Pontiac
I got `em here and there
What the heck, chicks are chicks anywhere
Some of them are kinda bobby-soxsy
But it might be quite a lengthy fight
There's a wave who's waitin in Biloxi
But I'm strictly on my own tonight
(All)
There's a sweetheart in Ploughkeepsie
(A.S.)
Just as sweet as sweet can be, you see
(All)
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
Oh, you mustn't think we're gypsies
(A.S.)
But we really ought to set you right
(Bing)
Well tell it tonight
(All)
There's a feller and a girl witin' in Ploughkeepsie
(A.S.)
But I'm strictly on my own
(Bing)
Yes I'm strictly on my own
(All)
Oh we're strictly on our own tonight
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
Cool Touch
Cool Touch
Composer(s): Alan Tarney; Leo Sayer
Performer(s): Leo Sayer
Hanging out with the night-time clientele
Place your ladder for the social climb
Same old routine that you know so well
Another opening and another line
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Call your lover on the mobile phone
C’mon over we’ll have some fun
Leave a message sayin’ there’s no one home
I guess the good times just begun
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, or not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me, fool me with your words of love
Cool touch, too much
Now she’s reclining in the back of the sports car
Champagne and glasses, he slips right in
No passing stranger could’ve torn them two apart
Some games you play and you just can’t help but win
The cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me fool me with these words of love
Cool touch, too much
A wind is blowing through this get rich town
She wraps the fur round her pretty waist
He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel
Feeling strangely out of place
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, maybe not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Bring me bring me someone I can trust
All this glitter’s just a bag of dust
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
I had enough of this cool touch
Kids stuff, but I can’t get enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Zaterdag 16 april 1977
Rum And Coca-Cola
Rum And Coca-Cola
Composer(s): Morey Amsterdam;
Jeri Sullavan; Paul Baron
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
There's A Coach Comin' In
There's A Coach Comin' In
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Harve Presnell
There's a coach comin' in!
There's a coach comin' in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of a wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine (kiss sound)
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
Can you smell it like a steer?
Yet the soap tub remains far away
From the socks from your feet
From the socks from your feet
Rake your hair till it's neat
Rake your hair till it's neat
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in today!
There's a coach comin' in
Hurry! Hurry! Do ya hear?
With a cargo of joy from Paree
Drop the tables and chairs
Get them beds up the stairs
And be sure every lock has a key
For it's coming with girls who buy perfume
Who wear powder and rouge from Paree
Who will have to go somewhere to get them
And that somewhere to go, will be me
There's a coach comin' in
And it's flyin' like a deer
Thank the Lord, there's relief on the way
Packed with all of your hearts
Packed with all of your hearts
More than half dozen tarts
More than half dozen tarts
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin in today!
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good
As the call of the wild whippoorwill
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
It's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of the wild whippoorwill
There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true
For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine
There's a coach comin' in
Now it's flyin' in the clear
And the sun almost closes the day
Now there ain't pots of gold
Now they're all livin' gold
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in
And it's here!
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
Cool The Engines
Cool The Engines
Composer(s): Brad Delp; Tom Scholz; Fran Sheehan
Performer(s): Boston
Now I like takin' off
Don't like burnin' out
Every time you turn it on
Makes me want to shout
We keep getting hotter
Movin' way too fast
If we don't slow this fire down
We're not gonna last
Cool the engines
Red line's gettin' near
Cool the engines
Better take it out of gear
I'm no fool
I'm gonna keep it cool
and take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way
Take me for a ride
Take me all the way
Take me where I've never been
Someplace I can stay
Don't get yourself too hot
Don't get yourself too high
If we don't take it easy now
We can kiss it all goodbye
Cool the engines
Slow this rocket down
Cool the engines
Why don't ya take a look around
I'm no fool, gonna keep it cool
Take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way
Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Goin' over the line
Goin' off the dial
Runnin' out of time
And it's gettin' wild
Got flashin' lights
Goin' 'round and 'round
Until we get it right
Better cool it down
Better cool it down
Cool the engines
And now we're on our way
No need to hurry just to get from day to day
And I, oooh, I know
We don't have to run that hard to get where we can go
Cool the engines
Cool the engines down
Cool the engines
Cool the engines down
Vrijdag 15 april 1977
Ruleta
Ruleta
Composer(s): Luis Arcaraz; Ernesto Cortázar
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
En la casa de juego de la vida
en la loca ruleta del amo
una noche sin ver lo que exponía
contra el tuyo jugué mi corazón
Giró la rueda con sus días rojos
encendidos de fuego y de pasión
Giró la rueda con sus días negros
amargados de cruel desilusión
Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder
No me quejo son cosas de la vida
si en la loca ruleta del amor
mi corazón jugué en una partida
y un golpe del azar se lo llevó
Quise todo jugar al trece negro
cabalístico, número fatal
yo poniendo tu suerte con la mía
tu cariño jugué para mi mal
Rodó la bola con carrera loca
y rodando otro número marcó
Rodó la vida y perdí tu boca
que otros labios ajenos me ganó
Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder
Donderdag 14 april 1977
There's A Cabin In The Pines
There's A Cabin In The Pines
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists
There’s a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in the pines
There’s a sweetheart in the pines writing me a letter
I can read between the lines
I can see she longs for my returning
To my little cabin in the pines
Whispering breeze, whisper to my love
Tell her I’ll come back some day
Say that I’m blue, broken hearted too
Sorry that I went away
There’s a cabin in the pines meant to be a love nest
Down among the Carolines
Is it any wonder I’m so lonely
Longing for my cabin in the pines
Donderdag 14 april 1977
Cool Papa Cool
