Sunday, May 7, 2017

Aphrodite's Child - It's five o'clock (1970)

Aphrodite's Child (Greece)

It's five o'clock


Year: 1970

Chart history
Highest position
Country
#1
France, Italy
#4
Israel
#6
Switzerland
#11
Netherlands
#16
Turkey
#22
Spain









It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by

[interlude]

It is so hard te believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this the way
that it has to be
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy thus so
And so I go back to the years that have past me by

[interlude]

It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this the way
that it has to be

It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too


Yello - The Race (1988)

Yello (Switzerland)

The Race

Year: 1988


Chart history
Highest position
Country
#1
South Africa
#4
Germany
#6
Austria
#7
Great Britain
#8
Ireland, Switzerland
#9
New Zealand
#12
Finland
#14
Netherlands
#20
Belgium






Shout! (Shout!)

Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong

Now shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south

Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way

Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait

Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue

Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Fire away!
This is the race!

Why? (Why?)
Burn! (Burn!)
Shout! (Shout!)
Lies! (Lies!)

Give me the race!

Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait

I need this race!

Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue

Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Fire away!

Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way

This is the race!

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC Sports of America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first Formula race on a hot
sunny afternoon here in California

On the fast lane of the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving
Every day and every night

Why?
I need this race!

Count on me, I'm gonna win the race
Count on me, I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong

Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south

Race in my head!


Patty Pravo - La Bambola (1968)

Patty Pravo (Italy)

La Bambola


Year: 1968


Chart history
Highest position
Country
#1
Italy
#5
Spain, Austria
#11
Netherlands
#35
West Germany








Tu mi fai girar 
Tu mi fai girar
Come fossi una bambola

Poi mi butti giù
Poi mi butti giù 
Come fossi una bambola

Non ti accorgi quando piango
Quando sono triste e stanca tu
Pensi solo per te

No ragazzo no
No ragazzo no
Del mio amore non ridere

Non ci gioco più
Quando giochi tu
Sai far male da piangere

Da stasera la mia vita
Nelle mani di un ragazzo no
Non la metterò più

No ragazzo no
Tu non mi metterai
Tra le dieci bambole
Che non ti piacciono più

Oh no, oh no

Tu mi fai girar, tu mi fai girar come fossi una bambola

Poi mi butti giù, poi mi butti giù come fossi una bambola

Non ti accorgi quando piango
Quando sono triste e stanca tu
Pensi solo per te

No ragazzo no
Tu non mi metterai
Tra le dieci bambole
Che non ti piacciono più

Oh no, oh no

Tu mi fai girar, tu mi fai girar
Poi mi butti giù, poi mi butti giù


Tu mi fai girar, tu mi fai girar
Poi mi butti giù, poi mi butti giù