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  • 22-10-1968
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    Octobre
    Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
    Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



    Le vent fera craquer les branches
    La brume viendra dans sa robe blanche
    Y aura des feuilles partout
    Couchées sur les cailloux
    Octobre tiendra sa revanche
    Le soleil sortira à peine
    Nos corps se cacheront sous des bouts de laine

    Perdue dans tes foulards
    Tu croiseras le soir
    Octobre endormi aux fontaines
    Il y aura certainement
    Sur les tables en fer blanc
    Quelques vases vides et qui traînent
    Et des nuages pris aux antennes

    Je t'offrirai des fleurs
    Et des nappes en couleurs
    Pour ne pas qu'Octobre nous prenne
    On ira tout en haut des collines
    Regarder tout ce qu'Octobre illumine
    Mes mains sur tes cheveux
    Des écharpes pour deux

    Devant le monde qui s'incline
    Certainement appuyés sur des bancs
    Il y aura quelques hommes qui se souviennent
    Et des nuages pris aux antennes
    Je t'offrirai des fleurs
    Et des nappes en couleurs
    Pour ne pas qu'Octobre nous prenne

    Et sans doute on verra apparaître
    Quelques dessins sur la buée des fenêtres
    Vous, vous jouerez dehors
    Comme les enfants du nord
    Octobre restera peut-être
    Vous, vous jouerez dehors
    Comme les enfants du nord
    Octobre restera peut-être




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    21-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.October
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    October
    Composer(s): U2
    Performer(s): U2



    October
    And the trees are stripped bare
    Of all they wear
    What do I care?
    October
    And kingdoms rise
    And kingdoms fall
    But you go on and on




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    20-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ochentango
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    Ochentango
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    Le hemos dado al mundo
    una canción
    como para que cante
    su decepción,
    el ritmo en 2x4
    macho y tristón
    mueve a Buenos Aires
    sin ton ni son

    Tokio y Nueva York
    aún lo bailan
    Valentino y Disepolín
    necesitan compañía
    Tango, tango, tango
    su puño los inspira
    tango, tango, tango

    Esta suerte de danza
    tan sublimal
    es parte del folklore
    de la ciudad
    no hay nadie que se atreva
    a desafiar
    el misterio del tango
    y el arrabal

    San Juan, Boedo, París
    ¿cuál será su raíz?
    nena, bailémoslo apretados
    Tango, tango, tango
    Nena, si sientes algo extraño es
    tango, tango, tango




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    19-10-1968
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    Och Han Väntar På Mej
    English Title: And He Is Waiting For Me
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Bosse Carlgren
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Smyger till fönstret, ser ut över gården
    Jag känner att hjärtat står stilla en stund
    Jag bär mej ju åt precis som en tonårstjej
    Och han står där ännu och han väntar på mej

    Väntar i porten, förklarar sin kärlek
    Och trapphuset baddar i ljus när han ler
    Och allt som han ber om så svarar jag alltid ``nej''
    Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej

    Han är ju ett litet barn, kanske femton, och han är kär
    Vi talar i nån minut, kanske femton, vet att jag måste gå
    Men vill stanna kvar ändå
    Kan inte förstå

    Sitter på jobbet och bläddrar i papper
    Jag tänker på honom och ler åt mej själv
    Så löjligt att undra om han har gått hem till sej
    Eller står där ännu för att vänta på mej

    Han är ju ett litet barn, kanske femton, och han är kär
    Jag röker en cigarett, kanske femton, sitter här leende
    Sånt fånigt beteende
    Kan inte förstå

    Väntar i porten, förklarar sin kärlek
    Och trapphuset baddar i ljus när han ler
    Och allt som han ber om, så svarar jag alltid ``nej''
    Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej
    Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej




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    18-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ocean Gypsy
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    Ocean Gypsy
    Composer(s): Michael Dunford; Betty Thatcher
    Performer(s): Renaissance;
    Blackmore's Night; Annie Haslam



    Tried to take it all away
    Learn her freedom just inside a day
    And find her soul
    To find their fears allayed

    Tried to make her love their own
    They took her love they left her there
    They gave her nothing back
    That she would want to own

    Gold and silver rings and stones
    Dances slowly of the moon
    No-one else can know
    She stands alone

    Sleeping dreams will reach for her
    She cannot say the words they need
    She knows she's alone
    And she is free

    [Chorus:]
    Ocean gypsy of the moon
    The sun has made a thousand nights
    For you to hold
    Ocean gypsy where are you
    The shadows followed by the stars
    Have turned to gold, turned to gold

    Then she met a hollow soul
    Filled him with her light
    And was consoled she was the moon
    And he, the sun was gold

    Eyes were blinded with his light
    The sun she gave
    Reflected back the night
    The moon was waning almost out of sight

    Softly ocean gypsy calls
    Silence holds the stars awhile
    They smile sadly
    For her where she falls

    Just the time before the dawn
    The sea is hushed
    The ocean calls her
    Day has taken her and now she's gone

    [Chorus]

    No-one noticed when she died
    Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
    The ebbing waves were turning
    Spreading wide

    Something gone within her eyes
    Her fingers lifeless stroke the sand
    Her battered soul was lost
    She was abandoned

    Silken threads like wings still shine
    Winds take pleasure still make patterns
    In her lovely hair
    So dark and fine

    Stands on high beneath the seas
    Cries no more
    Her tears have dried
    Oceans weep for her the ocean sighs

    [Chorus]




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    17-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ocean Deep
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    Ocean Deep
    Composer(s): Jon Sweet; Rod Trott
    Performer(s): Cliff Richard; William Hung



    Love can’t you see I’m alone
    Can’t you give this fool a chance
    A little love is all I ask - a little kindness
    In the night
    Please don’t leave me behind
    No - don’t tell me love is blind
    A little love is all I ask and that is all

    Oh love I’ve been searching so long
    I’ve been searching high’n’low
    A little love is all I ask - a little sadness
    When you’re gone
    Maybe you need a friend
    Only please don’t let’s pretend
    A little love is all I ask and that is all

    I wanna spread my wings - but I just can’t fly
    As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

    Ocean deep - I’m so afraid to show my feelings
    I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
    Solitary room
    Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover
    Maybe she has found another
    And as I cry myself to sleep
    I know this love of mine I’ll keep - ocean deep

    Love can’t you hear when I call
    Can’t you hear a word I say
    A little love is all I ask
    A little feeling when we touch
    Why am I still alone?
    I’ve got a heart without a home
    A little love is all I ask - and that is all

    I wanna spread my wings - but I just can’t fly
    As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

    Ocean deep - I’m so afraid to show my feelings
    I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
    Solitary room
    Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover
    Maybe she has found another
    And as I cry myself to sleep
    I know this love of mine I’ll keep - ocean deep

    I’m so lonely lonely lonely...
    Maybe..




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    16-10-1968
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    Occupé
    Composer(s): Michel Jonasz; Gabriel Yared
    Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



    maudit soient ces fils ptt
    il téléphone à quelle pépée
    maudit soir encore
    peut-être il dort
    c'est occupé
    a-t-il décroché pour toujours
    pendu à ce fil par amour
    est-il nu couché
    sur quelle poupée
    c'est occupé
    j'suis pas mal pourtant qu'est-ce qui lui prend est-ce qu'il me plaque
    contre un mur de pierre condamnée sans verre de cognac
    allo j'voudrais parler
    j'me sens préoccupée
    maudit soit ce sale combiné
    ce sourd-muet handicapé
    maudit moi ça va
    mais qui de toi
    s'est occupé
    refaisons à neuf notre histoire
    les pièces à changer sont standard
    on peut les trouver
    tout rerégler
    c'est occupé
    j'suis pas mal pourtant oh pas d'quoi tuer un cardiaque
    peut-être un peu trop plongée dans les signes du zodiaque
    j'peux les abandonner
    ne plus m'en occuper
    3/4 en avant tirons au clair tout ce mic-mac
    si tu m'aimais tant tu répondrais du tac au tac
    c'est qu'on peut pas t'parler
    t'es toujours occupé




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    14-10-1968
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    Occapella
    Composer(s): Allen Toussaint
    Performer(s): Ringo Starr; Lee Dorsey;
    The Manhattan Transfer; Van Dyke Parks



    Groovy!

    Ah, there's music in the streets and there's music in the air
    A little ol' soul beat, and there's dancin' ev'rywhere
    I would tell the whole world, tell 'em if I could
    To add a little song into each life
    Oh, it's a-finger snappin' good

    Oh
    Oh

    Ah, pardon me, boys, but could you use it?
    We're gonna make a little music
    You got soul, now don'tcha lose it
    We're gonna make a little music
    Ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    We gon' just a-singin' occapella
    Ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    We gon' just a-singin' occapella

    Oh
    Oh

    Hey!

    Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
    Da-da-da-da-da-da-da - jabba dabba dabba dabba di dah
    Da-da-da-da-da-da-da - jabba dabba dabba dabba di dah

    Oh, there's dancin' in the streets and there's music in the air
    A little ol' soul beat, and there's dancin' ev'rywhere
    I would tell the whole world, tell 'em if I could
    To add a little song into each life
    You know it's finger poppin' good

    Oh
    Oh

    Pardon me, boys, but could you use it?
    We're gonna make a little music
    You got soul, now don'tcha lose it
    We're gonna make a little music
    Ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    We gon' just a-singin' occapella
    Ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    We gon' just a-singin' occapella

    I said, ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    Ev'rybody's singin' occapella
    I said, ev'rything's gonna be mellow
    Ev'rybody's singin' occapella
    Ev'rything's gonna be




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    13-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Obsesión (Miguel Mateos)
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    Obsesión
    Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    Tan sólo dime que me amas
    y dejaré de aullarle a la Luna
    que entiendes mucho más que yo
    a este mundo y sus criaturas
    Arráncame el corazón
    sácame de este lugar
    y llévame muy lejos
    rodéame de espejos
    quiero ver solo tu reflejo

    Obsesión, obsesión
    una burla del destino
    te puso en mi camino.
    Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
    cuando no estas conmigo
    tu eres mi obsesión

    Que tu rabioso corazón
    me muestre todos los secretos
    y que tu efecto domino
    derribe todos mis miedos
    Es imposible mi amor
    que tanta pena y dolor
    nos haya sido impuesta
    por Dios o por quien sea
    hay que darle pelea

    Obsesión, obsesión
    una burla del destino
    te puso en mi camino
    Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
    cuando no estas conmigo
    tu eres mi obsesión

    Es imposible mi amor
    que tanta pena y dolor
    nos haya sido impuesta
    por Dios o por quien sea
    hay que darle pelea

    Obsesión, obsesión
    una burla del destino
    te puso en mi camino
    Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
    cuando no estas conmigo
    tu eres mi obsesión




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    12-10-1968
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Obsesión (José Feliciano)
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    Obsesión
    Composer(s): Pedro Flores
    Performer(s): José Feliciano; Javier Solis



    Por alto esté el cielo en el mundo
    por hondo que sea el mal profundo
    no habrá una barrera en el mundo
    que este amor profundo no rompa por tí

    Amor es el pan de la vida
    amor es la copa divina
    amor es un árbol sin nombre
    que obsesiona el hombre
    por una mujer

    Y yo estoy obsesionado contigo
    y el mundo es testigo de mi frenesí
    y por más que se oponga el destino
    serás para mí, para mí

    Amor es el pan, el pan de la vida
    amor es la copa divina
    amor es un árbol sin nombre
    que obsesiona el hombre
    por una mujer

    (Solo)

    Amor, amor es el pan de la vida, el pan de la vida
    amor es la copa divina
    amor es un árbol sin nombre
    que obsesiona el hombre
    por una mujer

    Oye por una mujer, amor, oye, amor es lo único que uno tiene que tener
    para vivir, amor nada más, oye el pan de la vida es el amor




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    11-10-1968
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    Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
    Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
    Performer(s): The Beatles



    Desmond has a barrow in the market place
    Molly is the singer in a band
    Desmond says to Molly "girl, i like your face"
    And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand

    Ob-la-di ob-la-da, life goes on bra
    La la how the life goes on

    Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers store
    Buys a twenty carat golden ring
    Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
    And as he gives it to her she begins to sing

    In a couple of years they have built
    A home, sweet home
    With a couple of kids running in the yard
    Of Desmond and Molly Jones

    Happy ever after in the market place
    Desmond lets the children lend a hand
    Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
    And in the evening she still sings it with the band

    Happy ever after in the market place
    Molly lets the children lend a hand
    Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
    And in the evening she's a singer with the band




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    10-10-1968
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    Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
    Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
    Performer(s): Patrick Zabé



    Dans un quartier malfamé de la Cité
    Molly vend des bonbons aux enfants
    Pendant que son mari sur la place du Marché
    S'occupe à vendre du poisson à ses clients

    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça
    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça

    À chaque jour qu'il s'en va travailler
    Il doit partir très tôt le matin
    Molly ne se lève pas pour déjeuner
    Parce que la veille elle a dû aller chanter

    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça
    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça

    Depuis 20 ans sans arrêt
    Ils ont épargné
    Mais aujourd'hui la misère est finie
    Pour Rocky et Molly Jones

    Depuis quelques jours Molly est très heureuse
    Car elle n'a plus besoin de chanter
    Rocky le chanceux a gagné un gros lot
    Avec un billet qu'on lui avait donné

    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça
    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça

    Depuis 20 ans sans arrêt
    Ils ont épargné
    Mais aujourd'hui la misère est finie
    Pour Rocky et Molly Jones

    Maintenant que leur vie a beaucoup changé
    Rocky a cessé de travailler
    Molly ne vend plus de bonbons aux enfants
    Et tous les soirs il fredonne cette chanson

    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça
    Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non)
    La la la la la vie c'est ça




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    09-10-1968
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    Oasis
    Composer(s): B. Edwards;
    Debbie Harry; N. Rodgers; Chris Stein
    Performer(s): Debbie Harry



    How many times have you heard how many times did you say
    "I think I'm going crazy!
    You're driving me out of my mind!"?
    We know it's just an expression, a silly little phrase
    Not the doorbell, not a bird call
    Koo Koo

    How do you drive someone crazy?
    To where?
    In what kind of car?
    Maybe we find a road map
    I'm sure it's not very far
    We know it's not so serious
    We take it all in fun
    Answer the ding dong, do you play ping pong?
    Could you?

    Trying to get your attention
    Did someone say earth's calling you?
    Don't say it, don't ever mention, you're hearing more voices than two
    Roasted or raw delicious!
    Freeze dried or salted divine!
    Was that a...
    Are you a... are you?

    Storms have rearranged the sand millions of years up till now
    Crusaders on a never ending search die for a never ending thirst
    What a fine perforformance, oasis!
    Well worth the standing ovation
    Not a mirage
    Not camouflage to you




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    08-10-1968
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    N'Yot N'Yow
    Composer(s): Dick Manning
    Performer(s): Perry Como & The Fontane Sisters



    Fontane Sisters:
    This is the story 'bout Perry who came home late one night!

    Perry Como:
    Must have been about a two or three am, something like that!

    FS:
    "Gotta get me some sleep", he yawned
    as he turned out the light!

    PC:
    Haaw! I guess I was too tired to do any reading!

    FS:
    Whether he dreamed what happened
    or if he really heard it, he wouldn't bet
    but he swears it sounded like two cats singin' a duet!

    PC:
    Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
    This is me, your boyfriend 'Tom'

    FS:
    N'yot N'yow!

    PC:
    Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten
    This is old Tom, 'Tom' the atom-bomb!

    FS:
    N'yot N'yow!
    We assure you we'd come y'out if only we knew how
    They tell us that you really are the cat's 'Meow'!

    PC:
    Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten now?

    FS:
    N'yot N'yow!

    PC:
    Oh!

    FS:
    Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
    We will serenade the moon!

    PC:
    N'yot N'yow!

    FS:
    Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our little kitten
    We will sing a little tune!

    PC:
    N'yot N'yow!
    When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout
    They locked the door and they forgot to put me-yowt!

    FS:
    Oowah!

    PC:
    Alone from night to night you'll find me!

    FS:
    Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten
    Mee-yowh!

    PC:
    Heh heh
    OK, now!




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    07-10-1968
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    Nya Perspektiv
    Composer(s): Ola Magnell
    Performer(s): Ola Magnell



    När du tappat alla fästen och kontakter
    Och blir varse ditt förrödda kapital
    När du rusat blint och hamnat på din akter
    Och sörjer dina svikna ideal
    När du saknar dina vänner och garanter
    Och står mol allena på din piedestal
    I en skock av illojala gratulanter
    Som väntar sig att du ska hålla tal

    Och när du inte längre har nån chans att vända
    Och har tappat sista tråden till ditt trygga gamla liv
    De är då först då som saker börjar hända
    Det är då som du kan börja skönja nya perspektiv

    När de vägar där du går blir alltför glatta
    Sen du lockats ut på livets hala is
    När du känner att din tanke börjar fatta
    Att du aldrig kommer till nåt paradis
    När du inte längre känner dig så säker
    På att Vänern inte flyter till Paris
    Och när hundarna omkring dig står och bräker
    Och din pappa står och ropar på polis

    Och när du inte längre har nån chans att vända...

    När de svarta molnen siktats över haven
    Och du inte väntar precis nåt vanligt rusk
    Medan Mussolini vänder sig i graven
    För att Mogens blivit fälld för skattefusk
    När Sven Stolpe får Das Kapital i läxa
    Och en Ivar för ett stunsigt temperament
    Och när Donny Osmond låtit muschan växa
    Och har blivit vald till Norges president

    Och när DE inte längre har nån chans att vända...

    Och när DU inte längre har nån chans att vända...




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    06-10-1968
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    Nya Ord
    English Title: New Words
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Bosse Carlgren
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Jag söker ord som ingen har sagt
    Ett gammalt sött ord blir lätt ett nött ord
    Jag söker ord som ingen har hört
    För vi förstår dom så fort vi hör dom
    Jag söker ord med nyhetens behag
    För dom banala gillar inte jag

    Nya ord för alla gamla är slut
    Om man ska sjunga om kärlek
    Det enda man minns av visor som finns
    Är att man har hört dom förut
    Nya ord finns kanske inte att få
    För ingenting är nytt under solen
    Jag älskar dej, jag älskar dej
    Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej

    Jag söker ord som ingen vet om
    Ett litet snällt ord, men originellt ord
    Jag söker ord som alla förstår
    Men inget blekt ord och gammalt segt ord
    Jag söker ord med nyhetens behag
    För dom banala gillar inte jag

    Nya ord för alla gamla är slut
    Om man ska sjunga om kärlek
    Det enda man minns av visor som finns
    Är att man har hört dom förut
    Nya ord finns kanske inte att få
    För ingenting är nytt under solen
    Jag älskar dej, jag älskar dej
    Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej
    Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej




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    05-10-1968
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    N'Y Vas Pas, Manuel
    Composer(s): Michel Emer
    Performer(s): Edith Piaf



    Il n'avait que dix ans mais il était déjà
    Bagarreur, insolent, plein de violence
    Il voulait être un dur tout comme au cinéma
    Et partout, c'est lui qui menait la danse
    Il passait ses journées à courir dans les rues
    Ne pensant qu'à se battre, qu'à cogner...
    Sa mère désespérée et qui n'en pouvait plus
    Passait tout son temps à supplier

    "N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas
    'y a des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas
    Et plus tard, tu le regretteras
    N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
    Quand enfin un jour tu comprendras
    Que vraiment t'as eu tort de faire ça
    Il sera bien trop tard, n'y vas pas
    Manuel, n'y vas pas"

    C'est maintenant un monsieur qui n'aime pas les agents
    Il veut pas qu'on se mêle de ses affaires
    Pour avoir la belle vie, il faut beaucoup d'argent
    Et pour ça, 'y pas trente-six manières
    Le travail, ça l'ennuie et puis, c'est fatiguant
    Il se débrouille très bien sans trop d'effort
    Sa femme qu'il gâte beaucoup mais qui n'en demande pas tant
    Lui répète tous les soirs quand il sort

    "N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas
    'y a des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas
    Et plus tard, tu le regretteras
    N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
    Quand enfin un jour tu comprendras
    Que vraiment t'as eu tort de faire ça
    Il sera bien trop tard, n'y vas pas
    Manuel, n'y vas pas"

    Mais de tous leurs sermons, Manuel se fout bien
    Ce soir, il fait un coup magnifique
    Ce sera le dernier car, dès demain matin
    Il va faire peau neuve en Amérique
    D'un pas souple et léger il s'en va tranquillement
    Vers l'endroit où ils ont rendez-vous
    Tout est calme et pourtant, il entend vaguement
    Une voix qui vient on ne sait d'où

    "N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas...
    'y des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas...
    Et plus tard, tu le regretteras...
    N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
    Attention, Manuel, sois prudent!
    Attention, Manuel, n'y vas pas!...
    Manuel, ATTENTION MA-NU-EL...!
    ...ohhh!... Manuel!..."




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    04-10-1968
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    Nuvole Barocche
    Composer(s): Fabrizio de André; Lario; Stanisci
    Performer(s): Fabrizio de André



    Poi un'altra giornata di luce
    poi un altro di questi tramonti
    e portali colonne fontane
    Tu mi hai insegnato a vivere
    insegnami a partir
    Ma il cielo è tutto rosso
    di nuvole barocche
    sul fiume che si sciacqua
    sotto l'ultimo sole
    E mentre soffio a soffio
    le spinge lo scirocco
    sussurra un altro invito
    che dice di restare
    Poi carezze lusinghe abbandoni
    poi quegli occhi di verde dolcezza
    mille e una di queste promesse
    Tu mi hai insegnato il sogno
    io voglio la realtà
    E mentre soffio a soffio
    le spinge lo scirocco
    sussurra un altro invito
    che dice devi amare
    che dice devi amare




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    03-10-1968
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    Nutbush City Limits
    Composer(s): Ike Turner; Tina Turner
    Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner;
    and various other artists



    A church house gin house
    A school house outhouse
    On highway number nineteen
    The people keep the city clean
    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    Twenty-five for speed limit
    Motorcicle not allowed in it
    You go to store on Friday
    You go to church on Sunday
    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    You go to the fields on weekdays
    And have a picnic on Labor Day
    You go to town on Saturday
    And go to church every Sunday
    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    No whiskey for sale
    If you get drunk no bail
    Salt pork and molasses
    Is all you get in jail
    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    A little old town in Tennessee
    A quiet little community
    A one-horse town
    You have to watch what you're putting down
    In old Nutbush, oh Nutbush




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    Nursery School
    Composer(s): Joyce Grenfell
    Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell



    1. Free Activity Period


    Oh, hello, Mrs Hingle
    I'm so glad you could come along
    As you see, we're just having a Free Activity Period
    and in our Free Activity Period each little individual chooses his or her own occupation
    Some are painting, some are using plasticine, and some work at a sand-table
    We feel that each little one must get to the bottom of his or herself
    and find out what he really wants of life
    Who is making that buzzing noise?
    Well, stop it please, Neville
    Hazel, dear, come away from the door and get on with your plasticine
    I love to see them so happily occupied, each one expressing his little personality...
    George - don't do that...
    Now, children, I want you all to say 'Good morning' to Mrs Hingle
    Good morning, Mrs Hingle
    No, Sidney, not good-bye
    Mrs Hingle has only just come
    You don't want her to go away yet?
    No, she hasn't got a funny hat on, that's her hair
    So sorry, Mrs Hingle
    Sometimes we ARE just a trifle outspoken
    We try to encourage honesty, only sometimes it doesn't always...
    And this is my friend Caroline, and Caroline is painting such a lovely red picture
    aren't you, Caroline?
    I wonder what it is?
    Perhaps it's a lovely red sunset, is it?
    Or a big red orange?
    It's a picture of Mummy!
    For a moment I thought it was a big red orange, but now you tell me
    I can see it is a picture of Mummy
    Aren't you going to give her any nose?
    No nose
    It's so interesting the way they see things
    Sidney, don't blow at Edgar, please
    I know I said you could choose what you are going to do
    but you cannot choose to blow at Edgar
    Because it isn't a good idea
    Yes, I know it makes his hair go up and down, but I don't want you to do it
    Now get back to the sand-table, there's a good boy
    Yes, there is room, Sue; there's heaps of room
    Just move up a bit
    Susan! We never bite our friends
    Say you are sorry to Sidney
    You needn't kiss him
    No, you needn't hug him
    Susan, PUT HIM DOWN
    No fisticuffs, please
    She hasn't made any teeth marks, has she, Sidney?
    Well then... don't fuss
    Sometimes our little egos are on the big side, I'm afraid...
    Hazel, dear, I don't want to have to say it again: please come away from the door
    Why can't you?
    Well, you shouldn't have put your finger in the key hole,
    and then it wouldn't have got stuck
    Children, there is no need for everyone to come and have a look
    just because poor Hazel has caught her finger in the keyhole
    Back to your work, please
    No, Sidney, I don't think it is stuck in there for ever and ever
    I don't for one minute think we will have to get the Fire Brigade
    to come and take the door down to set her free
    You do exaggerate, Sidney
    Well, if we haven't got her finger out by dinner-time she'll have to have it here
    And her tea
    And her supper and stay the night
    But we are going to get it out, aren't we, Hazel?
    David
    Turn round, please, David
    Right round
    Use your hanky, please, David
    And again
    And again
    And now wipe
    Thank you, David
    Hazel, why did you put your finger in the keyhole?
    To see if it would go in!
    Well, now let's see if we can get it out!
    Who is making that buzzing noise?
    Neville
    I know you are a busy bee, but boy busy-bees don't buzz
    Only bee busy-bees buzz
    I can still hear you, Neville
    Neville!
    I should think so
    He's such a musical child, and one doesn't want to discourage him
    Sidney, take that paint-brush out of your ear and give it back to Lavinia
    Yes, you do want it back, Lavinia
    You like painting
    Yes, you do
    We're hoping she is going to take to it soon
    Now then, Hazel, have you tried wiggling it?
    You know, Mrs Hingle, this child's finger really is caught in the keyhole...
    I think the Fire Brigade are the best in an emergency
    Yes, there is a telephone - at the end of the passage
    Would you? Oh, that is good of you
    I'll stay here and hold the fort and prepare the children
    Thank you so much
    Children, I don't want anyone to get excited, but kind Mrs Hingle has gone to see
    if we can get one of those clever men from the Fire Brigade
    to come and help us get Hazel's finger out...
    Oh, you've got it out, Hazel
    Well done
    That's lovely
    IT'S ALL RIGHT, MRS HINGLE - SHE'S GOT IT OUT
    Sidney
    You are not to go near the keyhole
    SIDNEY
    Can you get it out?
    I SPOKE TOO SOON, MRS HINGLE...
    Oh, Sidney...

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    2. Going Home Time


    Children - it's time to go home, so finish tidying up and put on your hats and coats
    Some of our mummies are here for us, so hurry up
    Billy won't be long, Mrs Binton
    He's on hamster duty
    Now let's see if we can't all help each other
    Janey - I said help each other
    Help Bobbie carry that chair, don't pin him against the wall with it
    We're having a go at our good neighbour policy here, Mrs Binton, but it doesn't always...
    Neville, off the floor, please
    Don't lie there
    And Sidney, stop painting, please
    Because it's time to go home
    Well, you shouldn't have started another picture, should you
    What is it this time?
    Another blue man!
    Oh, I see, so it is
    All right, you can make it just a little bit bluer
    but only one more brushful, please, Sidney
    We don't think he's very talented
    but we feel it's important to encourage their self-expression
    You never know where it might lead...
    Rachel
    Gently - help Teddy gently into his coat
    It's a lovely coat, Teddy, what's wrong with it?
    Oh
    It looks like a boy's coat when you wear it
    And lots of boys wear pink
    Poor wee mite, he has three older sisters!
    Neville, I said get up off the floor
    Who shot you dead?
    David did?
    Well, I don't suppose he meant to
    He may have meant to then, but he doesn't mean it now, and anyhow I say you can get up
    No, don't go and shoot David dead, because it's time to go home
    George
    What did I tell you not to do?
    Well, don't do it
    And Sidney, don't wave that paint-brush about like that, you'll splash somebody
    LOOK OUT, DOLORES!
    Sidney! ...
    It's all right, Dolores, you aren't hurt, you're just surprised
    It was only a nice soft brush
    But you'd better go and wash your face before you go home
    Because it's all blue
    Sidney, I saw you deliberately put that paintbrush up Dolores's little nostril
    No, it wasn't a jolly good shot
    It ..... I don't want to discuss it, Sidney
    Now go and tell Dolores you're sorry
    Yes, now
    Thank you, Hazel, for putting the chairs straight for me
    You are a great helper
    Thank you
    And thank you, Dicky, for closing the cupboard door for me
    Dicky... is there somebody in the cupboard?
    Well, let her out at once
    Are you all right, Peggy?
    What did you go into the cupboard for?
    But we don't have mices - I mean mouses - in our toy cupboard
    Mouses only go where there is food, and we don't have any food in our toy cupboard
    When did you hide a bicky in there?
    Every day!
    Well, perhaps we have got mices in our toy cupboard
    I'll have to look
    No, you go and get your coat on
    Dicky - We never shut people in cupboards
    Because they don't like it
    What do you mean, she's puggy?
    Peggy's puggy?
    Oh, she's got puggy hands
    But you don't have to hold her hand...
    Well, you must ask her nicely to let go
    Well, if she won't let go...
    You'll have to work it out for yourself, Dicky
    Edgar and Timmy... your knitted caps are not for playing tug-of-war with
    Look, now the pom-pom's come off
    Whose is it?
    Well, give it back to Sidney
    Where are your caps?
    Well, go and ask Sidney to give them back to you
    Turn round, Geoffrey
    You've got your wellingtons on the wrong feet
    Yes, you have. You'll have to take them off and start again
    Why can't you reach?
    Well, undo your coat and then you can bend
    Take off your woolly gloves
    And your scarf
    You can keep your balaclava on
    How many jerseys are you wearing?
    Heavens
    No wonder you can't bend.
    Caroline, come and help Geoffrey
    Don't kick her, Geoffrey
    She's come to help
    Sidney, I told you to put that paint-brush down ...
    LOOK OUT, DOLORES!
    Well, that wasn't a very good shot, was it?
    You didn't mean to put it in her ear, did you?
    Well, you shouldn't have
    You're all right Dolores
    It was just a bit of a surprise, but you'll have to go and wash again
    Because you've got a blue ear
    Sidney, I'm ashamed of you, a big boy of four, and she's only just three
    And Sidney, what have you done with Timmy and Edgar's caps?
    No, I'm not going to guess
    And I don't want to know they are hidden in a special secret place
    I want to know exactly where they are
    No, I'm not going to try and find them
    You're going to tell me where they are
    Well, go and get them out of the waste-paper basket at once
    Waste-paper baskets aren't for putting caps in
    Now go and say you are sorry to Dolores
    Yes, again
    We think his aggression is diminishing, but we do have setbacks
    Lavinia, is that your coat you've got on?
    It looks so enormous
    Oh, you're going to grow into it
    I see
    Hazel, thank you for helping Betty into her jacket
    Just zip her up once
    Not up and down
    No, Neville, you can't have a turn
    No, children, you can't all zip Betty
    Jenny, come here
    Jenny, when we have paid a visit to the littlest room, what do we do?
    We pull our knickers up again
    Good-bye, Hazel
    Good-bye, Bobbie
    Good-bye, everybody
    Good-bye, Mrs Binton
    Hurry up, Sidney, because you'll keep your Mummy waiting
    Well, your Granny then
    Somebody is coming to take you away, aren't they, Sidney?
    Good
    No, you won't see me tomorrow, Sidney
    Tomorrow is Saturday... thank heaven

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    3. The Nativity Play


    Hello, Mrs Binton
    I'm so glad you could get along to see a rehearsal of our Nativity Play!
    Can you squeeze in there?
    I'm afraid our chairs are a wee bitty wee, as they say north of the border!
    Now then, children
    We are going to start our rehearsal
    Where are my Mary and Joseph?
    That's right, Shirleen, take Denis by the hand
    and come and sit nice and quietly on this bench in the middle
    Don't drag him
    He'll come if you leave him alone!
    Don't hit each other, Mary and Joseph were friends
    Now, who are my Wise Men?
    You're a Wise Man, aren't you, Geoffrey?
    Oh, aren't you?
    What are you then?
    Oh, you're a cattle, are you?
    And you are going to low
    Splendid!
    Go over to Miss Boulting, will you, please?
    Miss Boulting...
    You are organising the animals and the angets?
    He is one of yours
    Now, my Wise Men here, please!
    Billy, Peter and George
    And George
    Wise Men never do that...
    Now my Kings, please
    Of course, Mrs Binton, we know that by tradition
    the Wise Men and the Kings are one and the same
    but we did want everyone in our Nursery School Nativity Play to have a chance
    so we have taken a few liberties, and I don't think any one will mind
    Now Kings: Sidney, Neville, Cliff and Nikolas Anoniodes
    Four Kings, I'm afraid
    We happen to have four lovely crowns, so it seemed a pity not to use them
    Sidney, put your crown on straight please, not over one eye
    What have you got under your jersey?
    That's not the place for a hamster, is it
    Put him straight back in his little pen, please
    Sidney, which one have you got, Paddington or Harold Wilson?
    Well, who's got Paddington?
    Neville, put him back at once
    Poor Paddington and Harold Wilson, it isn't very Christmassy for them under your jersey
    Sidney, I think it serves you right if Harold Wilson bit you, and don't bite him back
    Because he's smaller than you are
    Are you bleeding?
    Then don't make such a fuss
    Cliff, put your crown on, please
    It's too big?
    Let's see
    Ah, yes it is
    Where are you!
    Oh, there you are!
    Nice to see you again!
    Change with Nikolas
    Nikolas, you can manage a big crown, can't you?
    You've got just the ears for it
    I think if you pull your ears down a bit that will hold it up
    And lean back a bit
    That's it
    Stay like that, dear
    Don't move
    Wise Men and Kings, don't muddle yourselves with each other
    Now then, Shepherds
    Jimmy, you are my First Shepherd and not a racing car
    Yes, Caroline, you're a shepherd
    No, dear you can't wear your Little Bo-Peep costume
    because there aren't any little girl shepherdesses in our play
    They're all boy shepherds, and you are a girl being a boy shepherd
    Yes, it is rotten
    But we just have to settle for it
    I think if you are very good perhaps you can wear a lovely grey beard; wouldn't that be fun?
    George, what do Wise Men never do?
    Yes...
    Jimmy, do you remember what you see up in the sky?
    Something lovely, isn't it?
    No, not a baby
    Try again
    It's a lovely silver star, and you are going to put your hand up and point to it
    And what are you going to say when you do that?
    No, Sidney, he isn't going to say, 'Please may I go to the bathroom?'
    Children, that isn't funny; it's a perfectly natural function
    and we might as well get used to it
    Come on, Jimmy
    You are going to say, 'Behold!' aren't you?
    Yes, you are, dear
    You said it yesterday
    You'd rather say it tomorrow?
    Perhaps you are right
    We have broken the back of the play, so you may as well get ready to go home
    Hand in your crowns gently, please
    No Sidney, you can't wear your crown home on the bus
    I think - I HOPE it will be all right on the night
    But you know, Mrs Binton, I think perhaps next year we might make do with a Christmas carol

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