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Molt bon vespre que vam d'escoltar el públic del Carnegie Hall de Nova York que la nit del 3 de març de 1972 coratjava la tonada d'una de les més famoses cançons dels Kings, Lola. Els Kings gravaren en directe resultant de dos nits al Carnegie Hall i l'editaran com a segon disc del doble LP Everybody's in Show Business. D'aquesta forma situam històricament el nostre programa d'avui.
un nou capítol de la sèrie Història de la Música Popular en format de monogràfics anuals. El protagonista serà idolany de 1972 del segle passat. Benvinguts a Copinya de Volta Verda.
Aquest dit dels Kings, Everybody's in Show Business, protagonitzarà la peça de resistència del programa. Però no són els Kings els únics que feren aquest any coses interessants. Els mítics Jethro Tull, d'Ian Anderson, també. Treuen un doble àlbum recopilatori en temes inèdits, singles i rareses, Living in the Past, d'escoltar amb dues seleccions, Inside i Driving Song.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Can you cook or can you sew? Well, I don't want to know That is not what you need on the inside To make the time go
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
En 1972, la meravellosa Linda Ronstadt treu el seu tercer disc en solitari, Linda Ronstadt 1972, on comença a distanciar-se una mica del country, tot i que en realitat no se n'ha llogat mai massa. L'àlbum va ser un progrés a la seva carrera, però tampoc va anar massa lluny, només fins al lloc 163 de les llistes americanes. Tampoc tingueren massa èxit els dos singles que se van publicar, I Fall To Pieces i Rock Me In The Water.
Això fa que ens fixem en Can it be true? Un tema inicialment descartat per l'àlbum. Can it be true That love's a toy A child's game we play Just to pass the time away
And can it be That we never ever see Beyond the circles of doubt That always shut out the love we feel Can it be true
Can it be true that love has many ways to ease the sorrows left by lonely yesterday?
The love that you longed for Already waiting there for you Can it be true?
And can it be If you only look around You'll find a love that you long for Already waiting there for you Can it be true
Un dels nostres dits preferits de sempre és d'aquest any. Se tracta de Silver Pistol, el tercer àlbum de la banda britànica Brinsley Schwartz, que duia el mateix nom que el seu líder i guitarrista principal, Brinsley Schwartz, però el talent el posava sobretot el baixista i cantant Nick Lowe, vell conegut del programa. Han seleccionat tres fantàstics temes, The Last Time I Was Fooled, One More Day i Silver Pistol.
One of them was mine I'd face 10,000 tomorrows Instead of one today You don't say hi to no one Or farewell when she goes away Just last Saturday night
I was sittin' in a nightclub jingle-jangle Lookin' for some chick to strangle But it was just my foolish pride And sometimes you alarm me With ivies of this kind But when I'm caught in a crossfire Oh, I very seldom
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Bona nit. Bona nit. Bona nit.
Walking down the street and crossing over, coming down. Feels like nothing's getting through. Straighten up you know you must make an effort to be true.
Now the inspector pays a calling out
Invite him in, don't leave him there, just standin' in the yard. One more hour of this life, and all I got in this whole world's my guitar and my wife.
I became a drifter Blown by wind and froze by rain
I even talk into a JBL. The things I hear don't sound the same. Sultry, senor, thee.
Yeah, but even so. Soon come a hassle with the CID. Stop what ever.
Fins demà!
La peça de resistència del programa d'avui, com hem comentat al principi, consistirà en una selecció de quatre temes del doble disc dels Kings, Everybody's in Show Business. Són Celluloid Heroes, Holiday, Motorway i Till the End of the Day.
Everybody's a dreamer Everybody's a star Everybody's in movies Doesn't matter who you are There are stars in every city
Bona nit.
She looked so weak and fragile, that's why she tried to be so hard. But they turned her into a princess and they sat her on a throne. But she turned her back on stardom because she wanted to be alone.
Fins demà!
Because hers was such a lonely life
If you covered him with garbage George Sanders would still have style And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney He would still turn round and smile But please don't tread on dearest Marilyn Cause she's not very tough She should have been made of iron or steel But she was only made of flesh and blood
You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognize Some that you haven't even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for faith Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain
Everybody's a dreamer And everybody's a star And everybody's in showbiz It doesn't matter who you are And those who are successful Be always on your guard Success walks hand in hand with failure Along Hollywood Boulevard
Fins demà!
And see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood Boulevard. Some that you recognize, some that you hardly even heard of. People who worked and suffered and struggled for pain. Some who succeeded and some who suffered in pain.
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes.
I'd like to imagine you're on a beach on the south of France on Staten Island.
With a beautiful, with a beautiful person Holiday Oh, what a lovely day today
I'm also glad they sent me away To have a little holiday today Holiday, holiday I'm just standing on the edge of a pier
Hoping and dreaming you are here To share my little holiday Looking in the sky from a gap in the cloud Sometimes I think that sun ain't never coming out But I'd rather be here than in a dirty old town
Oh, what a lovely day today. I think I'll get down on my little knees and pray. Thank you, Lord. Taking room for that holiday today. Holiday. I'm leaving the insecurity behind. The environmental pressure's got me down.
I don't need no Saturdays to slow me down. I don't need no sleeping belt to help me sleep. Oh, what a lovely day to day. I was so glad they sent me away to have a little holiday.
I'm lying on the beach with my backburn rares. The salt gets in my blisters and the sand in my hairs. The season opens so hard but I really couldn't count. I'm breathing through my mouth so I don't have to sniff the air. It's a falling day. Oh, what a lovely day today.
I'm also glad they sent me away to have a little holiday.
Motorway food is the worst in the world. You've never eaten food like you've eaten on the motorway. Motorway food is the worst in the world. The coffee tastes weak and the cake stays stale. Gasoline fumes are the worst to inherit. The stomach rolls over and your face turns pale. Oh, that motorway living in the field to be so free, yeah.
Riding down the motorway, got to charge up my battery, rest my seat, rest my eyes. So tired, tired of living, tired of living, this motorway living. Motorway tea is warm and wet, rain is upon and it's four in the morning and it's all I can get.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Bona nit.
Good evening and welcome to the Carnegie Hall this evening. Oh yes. Baby, I feel good From the moment around Thank you very much for coming this evening. It's been a pleasure. We hope to come back to New York again. Baby, I feel good
Bona nit.
To our sweet peace of the morning. Till the end of the day. Till the end of the day. Yeah, I get up. I see this set up. And I feel good, yeah, as my life has begun.
Fins demà!
Aquest any de 1972, el gran Boss Skax treu el seu cinquè àlbum, My Time, el millor que ha fet, segons criteri de l'Associació de Selecció Musical Estadística Unificada, Esmeu. Han posat ja quasi tots els temes de l'àlbum, però encara faltava aquest, We're Gonna Roll.
Bona nit.
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Un dels més sensibles cantautors de la dècada del 70 va ser el nova yorkès Harry Chapin, desaparegut prematurament per culpa d'un accident de trànsit en només 38 anys. Va deixar com a herència 12 àlbums, algun d'ells excepcionals, com el de 1972, Sniper and Other Love Songs. Aquest Better Place to Be n'és una mostra.
It was an early morning ballroom, and the place just opened up. And a little man come in so fast and started at his cubs. And the brother served the whisky, she was a big old friendly girl. And she tried to fight her empty nights by smiling at the world. And she said, hey, bub, it's been a while since you've been around.
Where the hell you been hiding and why you look so down? But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.
The waitress she gave out a cough And acting not the least put off She spoke once again She said, I don't want to bother you Consider it's understood I know I'm not no beauty queen But I sure can listen good And the little man took his drink in his hand And he raised it to his lips
He took a couple of sips and he told a waitress this story. I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Dye. And I watch the metal rustin' and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner, I stopped to get a bite. And this here lovely lady, she sat two seats from her right. And Lord, Lord, Lord, she was all right. She was so damn beautiful that she'd want a winter frost.
But she was long past lonely And well nigh on the lost Now I'm not much of a mover Or a pick'em up easy guy But I decided to glide on over And give her one good try And Lord, Lord, Lord She was worth a try
Like a schoolboy I stammered out some words But it did not really matter much Cause I don't think she heard She just looked clear on through me To a space back in my head And it chained me into silence As quietly she said
If you want me to come with you Then that's alright with me Cause I know I'm going nowhere And anywhere's a better place to be Anywhere's a better place to be
I drove her to my boarding house and I took her up to my room. And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom. But she said, please leave the light off. Oh, I don't mind the dark. And as her clothes all tumble around her, I could hear my
The moonlight shone upon her as she lay back in my bed. It was the kindest scene I only had imagined in my hair. I just could not believe it to think that she was real. And as I tried to tell her, she said, I know just how you feel.
And if you want to come here with me Then that's all right with me Cause I've been oh so lonely Loving someone is a better way to be Anywhere's a better place to be
The morning comes so swiftly but I held her in my arms But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from home I did not want to share her with the world or break the mood So before she woke I went out and brought us both some food
I come back with my paperback To find that she was gone She'd left a six-word letter Saying it's time that I moved on The waitress took a bar ride
And she wiped it across her eyes And as she spoke her voice came out As something like a sigh She said, I wish that I was beautiful Or that you were halfway blind
And I wish I weren't so doggone fat. I wish that you were mine. And I wish that you'd come with me when I leave for home. For we both know all about loneliness and living alone.
Looked at the empty glass in his hand And he smiled a crooked grin He said, I guess I'm out of gym And I know we both have been so lonely And if you want me to come with you
Fins demà!
Despedirem el monogràfic 1972 d'avui amb un altre pes pesant de l'escena rock setentera. George Ivan Morrison, el geni malhumorat de Belfast, el dit de l'any és Saint Dominic's Preview i amb el seu tema Listen to the Lion que veurem avui. Molt bonic, per tant. Adeu. Ahoy.
All my love come tumbling down All my love come tumbling down All my love
I shall search my soul I shall search my very soul And I shall search my soul
I shall search my very soul For the lion For the lion
Fins demà!
All my tears have flowed All my tears like water flowed All my tears
All by tears like a waterfall. For the lion.
Viu?
Fins demà!
Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion
Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion
Bona nit.
And we sail and we sail. And we sail and we sail. And we sail and we sail. Sail to Caledonia. And we sail and we sail and we sail and we sail and we sail. We're from Denmark.
We're up to Caledonia We're from Denmark We're up to Caledonia We sail, we sail, we sail