Donderdag 25 januari 1979
Cousin Kevin
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Cousin Kevin
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Donderdag 25 januari 1979
I Got It From Agnes
I Got It From Agnes
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
I love my friends, and they love me
We're just as close as we can be
And just because we really care
Whatever we get, we share!
I got it from Agnes
She got it from Jim
We all agree it must have been Louise who gave it to him
She got it from Harry
Who got it from Marie
And everybody knows that Marie
Got it from me
Giles got it from Daphne
She got it from Joan
Who picked it up in County Cork
A-kissin' the Blarney Stone
Pierre gave it to Sheila
Who must have brought it there
He got it from François and Jacques
Haha, Lucky Pierre!
Max got it from Edith
Who gets it every spring
She got it from her Daddy
Who just gives her everything
She then gave it to Daniel
Whose spaniel has it now
Our dentist even got it
And we're still wondering how
Ah, but I got it from Agnes
Or maybe it was Sue
Or Millie or Billie or Gillie or Willie
It doesn't matter who
It might have been at the club
Or at the pub, or in the loo
And if you will be my friend
Then I might...(Mind you, I said "might")...
Give it to you!
Donderdag 25 januari 1979
Joey (Betty Madigan)
Joey
Composer(s): Herb Wiener;
James J. Kriegman; Salmirs-Bernstein
Performer(s): Betty Madigan;
Jeri Southern; Margaret Whiting
Jimmy kissed me in the springtime
Tommy kissed me in the fall
But I remember only Joey
Joey kissed me not at all
Jimmy sang the sweetest love songs
Tommy watched me openly
But I remember only Joey
Joey stole my heart from me
Every now and then Joey wandered by
How I wished that he would stay'
Then I breathed a sigh as I wondered why
He never ever looked my way
Jimmy always sent me flowers
Tommy often did the same
But I remember only Joey
Joey made me change my name
Jimmy always sent me flowers
Tommy often did the same
But I remember only Joey
Joey made me change my name
Joey made me change my name
Woensdag 24 januari 1979
Christmas (The Who)
Christmas
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Father:
Did you ever see the faces of children?
They get so excited waking up on Christmas morning
hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity
Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free, in curiosity
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently and unaware of everything
Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love, but how can men who've never seen light be enlightened
Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?
Tommy:
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?
Woensdag 24 januari 1979
I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)
I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster; Duke Ellington
First release by: Duke Ellington - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got it so bad
And that ain't good
But when the fish are jumpin'
And Friday rolls around
My man an' I, we gin some
We pray some, and sin some
He don't love me like I love him
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
Yes I've got it bad
And that ain't good
Woensdag 24 januari 1979
Joey (Bob Dylan)
Joey
Composer(s): Bob Dylan; Jacques Levy
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way
"Well," he answered, "just because"
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame"
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said
"We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again"
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey
The judge says, "That's exactly what you get"
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine"
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one"
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe"
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep"
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save
The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Dinsdag 23 januari 1979
The Hawker
The Hawker
Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
Performer(s): The Who
The Hawker:
You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine
You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine
Every time she starts to loving
She brings eyesight to the blind
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks
Every time we start shaking
the dumb begin to talk
She's got the power to heal you, never fear
She's got the power to heal you, never fear
Just a word from her lips
and the deaf begin to hear
Dinsdag 23 januari 1979
I Got A Wife
I Got A Wife
Composer(s): Eddie Mascari; Erwin Wenzlaff
Performer(s): Mark IV
(Hey, I got a wife at home
I got a wife at home
I got a wife she's the apple of my life
But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear
Hang your clothes up
Wipe your feet off
Goodness sakes don't slam the door
Fix the socks and dry the dishes
Can't you see what's in the drawer
Hang the picture
Set the table
Don't drop ashes on the floor
Heat the bottle
Change the baby
She don't love me anymore
(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)
Tack the shade up
Wash the windows
Wipe the handprints off the door
Change the light bulbs
Scrub the bathtub
Pick the toys up from the floor
Tape the lamp cord
Make some coffee
Burn the garbage
Oil the door
Get the kids
And call my mother
She don't love me anymore
(I got a wife at home
I got a wife at home
I got a wife she's the apple of my life
But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear
(Fast High-Pitched Voice Chatter)
OK OK I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah OK
(Chatter Continues)
Honey, honey
Please, honey
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Quiet!!
(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)
(Chatter Begins Again)
(Short Guitar Lick)
(Door Slams)
(Sheeee!!)
Dinsdag 23 januari 1979
Joe, La Ville Et Moi
Joe, La Ville Et Moi
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'avais un copain
Il s'appelait Joe
C'était presque un frère pour moi
On a grandit ensemble
Il habitait la ferme
La ferme juste à côté de la rivière
Un jour on en a eu marre de voir toujours la même forêt
Alors, alors on a décidé de partir
Pour voir ce qu'était une ville
Quand je dis une ville je veux dire
Une vraie ville en béton
Et ça fait bien longtemps
Maintenant je voudrais revoir
Je voudrais revoir tout ce que j'ai quitté
Les champs, la rivière et ma forêt
Et...et Marie
Oui Marie
Qu'elle était belle, la jolie Marie
Ça fait si longtemps, si longtemps
Mais voilà comment
Voilà comment l'histoire a commencé
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun
Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles
Dans un wagon à bestiaux on a pris le train
Pour voir ce qu'était une ville
Pendant deux jours en roulant on s'est préparé
Tout en se cachant sous la paille
Quand on la vu ce fut comme un coup sur le nez
Elle nous a pris dans ses murailles
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici
Ce n'est qu'une question de prix
Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste
Tout ça se paie en arrivant
Les dix dollars n'ont pas duré plus d'un repas
Les filles avaient changé d'adresse
Joe a failli se bagarrer deux ou trois fois
Pour son accent et pour le reste
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici
Ce n'est qu'une question de prix
Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste
Tout ça se paie en arrivant
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun
Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles
Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin
Et on s'est noyé dans la ville
Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin
Et on s'est perdu dans la ville
La ville
Est-ce qu'un jour
Est-ce qu'un jour Dieu
J'aurais la chance de revoir
Près de la rivière Marie
Est-ce qu'un jour j'aurais la chance d'avoir
Une fille un fils
Et de pouvoir me retrouver
Entre les arbres de ma forêt
Près de notre rivière
Ouais
Loin de cette ville
Surtout loin de cette ville
Maandag 22 januari 1979
Amazing Journey
Amazing Journey
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Deaf Dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land
Strange as it seems his musical dreams
Ain't quite so bad
Ten years old
With thoughts as bold as thought can be
Loving life and becoming wise
In simplicity
Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know
A vague haze of delerium
creeps up on me
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see
He's dressed in a silver sparked
Glittering gown
And His golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground
Nothing to say and nothing to hear
And nothing to see
Each sensation makes a note in my symphony
Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know
His eyes are the eyes that
Transmit all they know
Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
That he is your leader
And he is your guide
On the amazing journey together you'll ride
Maandag 22 januari 1979
I Got A Right To Sing The Blues
I Got A Right To Sing The Blues
Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Ted Koehler
Performer(s): Billie Holiday
and multiple other artists
I got a right to sing the blues
I got a right to feel low down
I got a right to hang around
Down around the river
A certain man in this old town
Keeps draggin’ my poor heart around
All I see for me
Is misery
I got a right to sing the blues
I got a right to moan and sigh
I got a right to sit and cry
Down around the river
I know the deep blue sea
Will soon be callin’ me
It must be love
Say what you choose
I got a right to sing the blues
Maandag 22 januari 1979
Joe Meek
Joe Meek
Composer(s): Eric Goulden
Performer(s): Eric Goulden
On the second floor of number 304
Above a handbag store and the heavy roar
Of traffic rolling down the Holloway Road
A one-time bedroom housed the studio
Of Joe Meek
Where he conjured with the sound of another world
That Tin-Pan-Alley thought was to absurd
But miles of wire and recording tape
Brought fortune fame and no escape
For Joe Meek
As he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek
The talented, the hopeful, the hopeless and just plain
Star-struck climbed the stairs up to the birthplace
Of the hits in search of three minutes of eternity
In the home-made sound laboratory of Joe Meek
Where he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek ..
Zondag 21 januari 1979
1921
1921
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Lover:
I've got a feeling twenty-one is going to be a good year
Especially if you and me see it in together
Father:
So you think 21 is going to be a good year
It could be good for me and her, but you and her - no never!
I had no reason to be over optimistic, but somehow when you smiled
I could brave bad weather
Mother:
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
He saw it all!
Mother & Father:
You didn't hear it, you didn't see it
You won't say nothing to no one, ever in your life
You never heard it
Oh how absurd it all seems without any proof
You didn't hear it, you didn't see it
You never heard it, not a word of it
You won't say nothing to no one
Never tell a soul what you know is the Truth
Zondag 21 januari 1979
I Got A Name
I Got A Name
Composer(s): Charles Fox; Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Jim Croce
and multiple other artists
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name; I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name; I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song; I've got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry
I've got a song; I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream; I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream; I've got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
Zondag 21 januari 1979
Joe Macho
Joe Macho
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le grand Joe Macho, un loup solitaire
Était toujours en galère
Et quand il sortait chasser la femelle
On entendait son cri sensuel
Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
J'ai mon fusil à six coups
Aou Aou Aou...
La jolie Marie avait le feu aux reins
Son mari était marin
Quand elle a vu Joe entrer dans sa chambre
La mignonne a planqué son alliance
Ah ououou ou-ou-oui
Jailli ce cri dans la nuit
Joe est revenu souvent
Et puis un soir on frappe au plus mauvais moment
"Ciel, mon mari!" a crié Marie
Qui etait physionomiste
Il lui a dit: "J'te croyait fidèle"
Elle répondit: "Je le croyais aussi"
"Joe pas un geste ou tu meurs!"
Dit le trompé au trompeur
Maintenant tu vas payer
Il visait bas, il l'a touché au pied
Alors Joe a filé dans le noir
Nu comme un vers, boîtant comme un canard
Et toute la ville l'a entendu pousser
Ce cri déchirant du chien blessé
Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
"J'etait prévenu après tout
Marie m'avait bien juré
Que son mari ne savait pas tirer"
Zaterdag 20 januari 1979
It's A Boy
It's A Boy
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who
Nurse :
It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
A son!
A son!
A son!
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
