Zaterdag 20 januari 1979
It's A Boy
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It's A Boy
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Zaterdag 20 januari 1979
I Got A Mind To Give Up Living
I Got A Mind To Give Up Living
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Paul Butterfield Blues Band
I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
Pick me up a tombstone, and be pronounced dead
Well, I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
Oh, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead
Oh, yeah!
When I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
Yes, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
That's when I had decided that I'd be better off dead
It read, "There is no use looking or ever hoping, or ever hoping to get me back"
"Oh, no use looking, baby or ever hoping to get me back
Because it's all over now and, baby, you can bet on that"
Oh, yeah!
Zaterdag 20 januari 1979
Joe Hill
Joe Hill
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
Performer(s): Phil Ochs; Billy Bragg
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
As Joe come a sailing through.
Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high
As he headed for the promised land
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would sail over the baroom rail
Sounded like he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him whistling on a tune
And Joe rolled on from job to job
From the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but his age
He had nothing to show but his age
So he headed out for the California shore
There things were just as bad
So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black
as hard as they were long
In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write
In the morning he would raise them with a song
In the morning he would raise them with a song
And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day
To be passed along the union vine
And the strikes were led and the songs were spread
And Joe Hill was always on the line
Yes Joe Hill was always on the line
Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made
There was hardly a clue to find
Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the killer of the crime
That Joe was the killer of the crime
Joe raised his hands but they shot him down
he had nothing but guilt to give
It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, He made it 'cause he had the will to live
Then the trial was held in a building of wood
And there the killer would be named
And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore
Cause he feared that he was being framed
Cause he found out that he was being framed
Oh, strange are the ways of western law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in the land
There'd be one less singer in the land
Now William Spry was Governor Spry
And a life was his to hold
On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear
May the lord have mercy on your soul
May the lord have mercy on your soul
Even President Wilson held up the day
But even he would fail
For nobody heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
For 36 years he lived out his days
And he more than played his part
For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall
Blindfold over his eyes
It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live
It's the death of a rebel that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he died
Now some say Joe was guilty as charged
And some say he wasn't even there
And I guess nobody will ever know
'Cause the court records all disappeared
'Cause the court records all disappeared
Say wherever you go in this fair land
In every union hall
In the dusty dark these words are marked
In between all the cracks upon the wall
In between all the cracks upon the wall
It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote
When he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you
Good luck to all of you"
Vrijdag 19 januari 1979
Tommy (Overture)
Tommy (Overture)
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Captain Walker
didn't come home
His unborn child
will never know him
Believe him missing
with a number of men
Don't expect
to see him again
Vrijdag 19 januari 1979
I Got A Line On You
I Got A Line On You
Composer(s): Randy California
First release by: Spirit - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Let me take you baby, down to the river bed
Got to tell you somethin', go right to your head
Cause I got a line on you, babe
I got a line on you
Gotta put your arms around me
With every bit of your love
If you know what to do, I'll make love to you
'Cause you got the right line to make it through these times
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe
You know my winter's almost over
My summer, she's comin' on strong
I can love you, love you, love you
Love you all year long
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe
Vrijdag 19 januari 1979
Joe Fabulous
Joe Fabulous
Composer(s): Paul Rodgers
Performer(s): Bad Company
Don't play my music on MTV
Play it on the radio
We are the street kings and we don't care
Yeah, we really don't wanna know
I'm Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool
We do our thing
We believe in no sin
We are beyond your control
If you look closely
You'll find that they're mostly
Machines looking for a soul
I'm Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
The next Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool
We aim to analyze
Everything you say and do
So we can sell it back to you
Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool
There are no nations
Just large corporations
Flying the flag of the day
From dawn of creation
To civilisation
Please, don't take my music away
Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
Play by my rules
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool
That's all
Bye bye everybody
Goodbye
Donderdag 18 januari 1979
Tombstone Shadow
Tombstone Shadow
((Finnish Version: Hautakiven Varjo (Kari Peitsamo Revival) - 1982))
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
every time I get some good news
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back
Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
Five dollars on the table
Ooh
Keep me 'way from my tomb
Oh! Oh!
Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, bound to be some pain
Don't you do no travelling
Fly in no machines
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Every time I get some good news
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back
The man gave me a luck charm
Cost five dollars more
Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door"
He said, "Take a long vacation
Ooh
For thirteen months or more"
Oh, Lord!
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
every time I get some good news
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back
Oh, oh, lord!
Oh, Lord!
Donderdag 18 januari 1979
(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo
(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Glenn Miller Orchestra
and multiple other artists
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin' on a flyer, leavin' today"
Am I dreamin’? I can hear her screamin’
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything’s OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
I’ll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid I’m hurryin’ to
I’m goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo)
K (K)
A (A)
L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
(We’re goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
(Kalamazoo!!)
Donderdag 18 januari 1979
Joe Bowers
Joe Bowers
Performer(s): Walter Vaughn
My name it tis Joe Bowers
I have a brother Ike
I came from old Missouri
And all th way from Pike
I'll tell you why I came here
And why I came to roam
To leave my dear old mother
So far away from home
I used to court a gal there
Whose name was Sally Black
I asked her if she'd marry me
She said, it was a whack
She said to me, Joe Bowers
You are the man to win
Here's a kiss to bind th bargin
An' she hooves a dozen in
I said to her, dear Sally
O, Sally for your sake
I'll go to California
And try to make a stake
Says, she to me, Joe Bowers
Before we hitch for life
You ought to get a little home
To keep your little wife
I went to California
Put in my biggest licks
Went down upon th boulders
Just like a thousand bricks
I worked both late an' early
In rain and sun and snow
I was working for my Sally
It was all th same to Joe
At length, I got a letter
From my dear brother Ike
It came from old Missouri
And all th way from Pike
It brought to me, the darndest news
That ever I did hear
My heart was almost bursting
Was almost in despair
It says, that Sal was false to me
Her love to me had fled
She got married to a butcher
And th butchers hair was red
And more than that, the letter said
Enough to make you swear
That Sally had a baby
And the baby had red hair
Woensdag 17 januari 1979
A Tombstone Every Mile
A Tombstone Every Mile
Composer(s): Dan Fulkerson
Performer(s): Dick Curless
and multiple other artists
All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along
Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song
You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods
Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town
When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice
That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods
He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below
Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
Woensdag 17 januari 1979
I Go To Rio
I Go To Rio
Composer(s): Peter Allen; Adrienne Anderson
Performer(s): Peter Allen - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1977 - Je Vais À Rio
1997 - Rio
When my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
de Janeiro
My-oh-me-oh
I go wild and then I have to do the Samba
And La Bamba
Now I'm not the kind of person
With a passionate persuasion for dancin'
Or roma-ancin'
But I give in to the rhythm
And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
de Janeiro
I'm a Salsa fellow
When my baby smiles at me
The sun'll lightens up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me
I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle
There on the hot sand
And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a,
We-ee make love-a
Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (Rio...)
Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...)
You know that's just not me
But I turn into a tiger (Rio...)
Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...)
Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio...
Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
de Janeiro
I'm a Salsa fellow-ow
When my baby smiles at me
The sun'll lightens u-up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast
When my baby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
That's when I go to Rio (Rio)
Rio - Rio de Janeir-eiro
Rio... Rio.... Rio...
Woensdag 17 januari 1979
Joe Bean
Joe Bean
Composer(s): Bud Freeman; Leon Pober
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Well they're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin'
for killin' a man in Arkansas
Funny thing about it Joe Bean never even heard of the man
In fact Joe Bean never has been to Arkansas
And to top that all today is Joe Bean's 20th birthday
See where the gallows stand Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand
They're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin' for a shootin' that he never did
He killed twenty men by the time he was ten he was an unruly kid
But they're hangin' Joe Bean for the one shootin' that he never did
See through the prison bars Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand
Well your mother's in capitol city asking Governor Simms for a stay
And it's really hard on her cause she knows
Where you were on that particular day
You were workin' Joe Bean hard workin' robbing the Santa Fe
Well the telegraph wires're hummin' hear the Governor's words come through
I can't set you free cause it's not up to me but this much Joe Bean
I'll do
I'll join your mother in extending birthday greetings to you
Happy birthday Joe Bean
Happy birthday Joe Bean
Happy birthday dear Joe
Happy birthday to you
Dinsdag 16 januari 1979
Tombé Pour La France
Tombé Pour La France
Composer(s): Étienne Daho - Arnold Turboust
First release: Étienne Daho - 1986
Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
Sans foi ni toit ni fortune
Je passe mon temps à faire n’importe quoi
Sur les pistes, noires de préférence
Quand le démon de la danse
Me prend le corps, je fais n’importe quoi
J’en sais rien
Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas qu’au bout d’une corde mon corps balance
Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
Sans foi ni toi ni personne
Je crois bien que j’f’rais n’importe quoi
Pour te voir cinq minutes encore
A Sables d’or, près des dunes
Je te raconterai n’importe quoi
Ce sera bien
Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France
Pour te voir cinq minutes encore
A Sables d’or, près des dunes
Je te raconterai n’importe quoi
Ce sera bien
Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France
Dinsdag 16 januari 1979
I Go To Pieces
I Go To Pieces
Italian Title: Il Mare Non Racconta Mai - 1967
Composer(s): Del Shannon
First release by: Peter & Gordon - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
When I see her comin' down the street
I get so shaky and I feel so weak
I tell my eyes look the other way
But they don't seem to hear a word I say
And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by
I tell my arms they'll hold someone new
Another love that will be true
But they don't listen, they don't seem to care
They reach for her but she's not there
And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by
I remember what she said when she said
"Goodbye baby. We'll meet again soon maybe"
"But until we do, all my best to you"
I'm so lonely, I think about her only
I go to places we used to go
But I know she'll never show
She hurt me so much inside
Now I hope she's satisfied
And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by
Go to pieces and I cry
Everytime my baby passes by
Go to pieces and I cry
Dinsdag 16 januari 1979
Joe
Joe
Composer(s): Ady Semel; Scott Walker
Performer(s): Scott Walker
As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
To think with no goodbye
He could have gone
A postcard from Sun City
Was found layin' by your side
A kind of desert place
Where old folks dry away
You gazed out through the window
At the wonders of the sky
As if it were the first time every day
Chorus:
There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe
You used to say
No-one left alive
To call me Joe
You've been beyond the boundaries
Understood it all
And thought of nothing
The ultimate was simple to your eyes
Just watch the world make madness
As the youth cried their replies
An old man knows far better than to try
They say towards the end
You hardly left your shabby room
Where once you loved to go
Walkin'
Thru' the day
Sit back and watch a spider
Weave your window
'Cross the moon
And meals on wheels
Laughed kindly
When you'd say
There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe
To call me Joe
No-one left alive to call me Joe
Maandag 15 januari 1979
Tómate Una Copa
Tómate Una Copa
Composer(s): Ramón Inclán
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Siéntate a mi lado mi reciente amiga
tómate una copa mientras escuchamos aquella canción
Tú no me conoces ni yo te conozco
pero este momento quiero ser tu amigo por una ocasión
Si ves en mis ojos lágrimas que corren
no es que esté llorando, es que estoy fumando
y el humo me entró
Siéntate a mi lado, tómate una copa
mientras vas secando el llanto que el humo en mis ojos dejó
Si ves en mis ojos lágrimas que corren
no es que esté llorando, es que estoy fumando
y el humo me entró
Siéntate a mi lado, tómate una copa
mientras vas secando el llanto que el humo en mis ojos dejó
Maandag 15 januari 1979
I Go Swimming
I Go Swimming
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
Performer(s): Peter Gabriel; Tony Gillis; Rick Springfield
Ooh, I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea
I go swimming
I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the pool, swimming is cool
I go swimming
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin I, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream
I can't let go (can't let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I need water, water to drink
Water on my brain, water sustain
Water over me
I want water, water I need
Water to think, water to drink
Water over me
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin I, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream
I can't let go (can't let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
I go swimming, I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming, I go swimming
Oh I go swimming, I go swimming
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Maandag 15 januari 1979
Jody And The Kid
Jody And The Kid
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Roy Drusky;
and various other artists
She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
With her feet already dusty
From the pathway to the levee
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees
And I'd pay her no attention
As she tagged along beside me
Trying hard to copy everything i did
But I couldn't keep from smiling
When I'd hear somebody saying
Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid
Even after we grew older
We could still be seen together
As we walked along the levee holding hands
For as surely as the seasons she was changin' to a woman
And I'd lived enough to call myself a man
As she often lay beside me
In the coolness of the evening
'Til the morning sun was shining on my bed
And at times when she was sleeping
I'd smile when I'd remember
How they used to call us Jody and the kid
Now the world's a little older
And the years have changed the river
'Cause there's houses where they didn't used to be
And on sundays I go walking
Down the pathway to the levee
With another little girl who follows me
And it makes the old folks smile
To see her tag along beside me
Doing little things the way her mama did
But it gets a little lonesome
When I hear somebody sayin'
Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid
Zondag 14 januari 1979
Tómame Mientras Puedas
Tómame Mientras Puedas
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Bingo, mañana es domingo
ella ha vuelto a casa
y no estoy dispuesto a perder
Discos, amor con asteriscos
sus ojos dan un grito
-Nene confía un poco en míe
Su boca, una serpiente loca
aligera mi ropa
cantándome una canción
Blancas, sus piernas si son blancas
saltando por el cuarto
me escudan de tanto dolor
Necesito confiar, ya no quiero pasar
noches sin sueños
Necesito un lugar, nada, nada especial
y entonces yo, yo me dejaré tomar
Tómame mientras puedas
Tómame, me puedes tomar
Tómame mientras puedas, tómame
Tu pelo, dulce caramelo
se enreda con mi pelo
y ya no me puedo soltar
Bingo, bingo, mañana es domingo
ella ha vuelto a casa
y no estoy dispuesto a perder
Necesito confiar, ya no quiero pasar
noches sin sueños
Necesito un lugar, nada, nada especial
y entonces yo, yo me dejaré tomar
Tómame mientras puedas
Tómame, me puedes tomar
Tómame mientras puedas
Tómame, me puedes tomar
Tómame mientras puedas, tómame
Tómame, tómame
Bingo, bingo, mañana es domingo
Calipso
Zondag 14 januari 1979
I Go Crazy (Queen)
