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  • 30-09-1969
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    Matin
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    Matin de rose et de jasmin
    Matin d'amour et de lumière
    Matin de miel et de prière
    Matin comme tous les matins
    Matin de soleil et d'azur
    Matin de paix et d'abondance
    Matin de musique et de danse
    Matin qui guérit les blessures

    Matin de l'oiseau et du vent
    Matin comme une récompense
    Matin de fortune et de chance
    Matin qui naît comme un enfant
    Matin sur la brume du Jardin
    Matin sur la ville endormie
    Sur le visage de l'ami
    Matin de soie et de satin

    Matin de la première nuit
    Matin qui réveille la terre
    Matin banal et légendaire
    Matin de ce bel aujourd'hui
    Matin de rose et de jasmin
    Matin d'amour et de lumières

    Je t'attendais depuis hier
    Je t'attendrai jusqu'à demain
    {x5}



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Old Man Emu
    Composer(s): John Williamson
    Performer(s): John Williamson; The Wiggles



    Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
    He's got a beak and feathers and things
    But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
    Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "While the eagle's flying round and round
    I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
    Now, I can't fly, but I'm telling you
    I can run the pants of a kangaroo"
    Ba-da-da-da-doo-do-doo-doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    He can't fly, but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants of a kangaroo

    Well he was the model for the fifty cents
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    The designer should have had more sense
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "If you take a look, it'll prove to you
    I ran the pants off that kangaroo"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    Take a look it'll prove to you
    He ran the pants off the kangaroo

    You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Swoop and toss like an albatross
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "You silly galah, I'm better by far
    Than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
    They squeak and squawk and try to talk
    Why me and them's like cheese and chalk"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    He can't fly but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo

    Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    He was chasing a female he knew
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    As he shot past I heard him say
    "She can't fly, but I'm telling you
    She could run the pants off a kangaroo"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    She can't fly but I'm telling you
    She could run the pants of a kangaroo

    Well there is a moral to this ditty
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Duck can swim, but he can't sing
    Nor can the eagle on the wing
    Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo

    Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true"
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hoo
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"




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    29-09-1969
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    Matilda, Matilda
    Performer(s): Robert Mitchum



    Matilda Matilda

    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    Five hundred dollars was the cost
    It was to buy a cart and horse
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Everybody - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    Once again now – Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Well, the money was just inside me bed
    Stuck in the pillow beneath me head
    Don’t you know that
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Everybody - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    From the corner - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Well, me friends I’m never gonna love again
    All the money gone in vain
    Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela
    She’s a grabber!

    Matilda Matilda,
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Once again now
    Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    For the last time
    Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela



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    Old Man
    Composer(s): Neil Young
    Performer(s): Neil Young



    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were
    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were

    Old man look at my life
    Twenty four and there's so much more
    Live alone in a paradise
    That makes me think of two

    Love lost, such a cost
    Give me things that don't get lost
    Like a coin that won't get tossed
    Rolling home to you

    Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
    I need someone to love me the whole day through
    Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

    Lullabies, look in your eyes
    Run around the same old town
    Doesn't mean that much to me
    To mean that much to you

    I've been first and last
    Look at how the time goes past
    But I'm all alone at last
    Rolling home to you

    Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
    I need someone to love me the whole day through
    Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were
    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were




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    28-09-1969
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    Matilda Mother
    Composer(s): Syd Barrett
    Originally performed by: Pink Floyd
    Covered by various other artists



    There was a king who ruled the land
    His majesty was in command
    With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
    Showers silver on the people
    Oh Mother, tell me more
    Why'd'ya have to leave me there
    Hanging in my infant air
    Waiting?
    You only have to read the lines
    They're scribbly black and everything shines
    Across the stream with wooden shoes
    With bells to tell the king the news
    A thousand misty riders climb up
    Higher once upon a time
    Wandering and dreaming
    The words have different meaning
    Yes they did
    For all the time spent in that room
    The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
    And fairy sories held me high on
    Clouds of sunlight floating by
    Oh Mother, tell me more
    Tell me more
    Aaaaaaaah
    Aaaaaaaah
    Aaaaaaaah



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    Old King Cole
    (Traditional)



    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Gunners three

    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Bombardiers three

    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Sergeants three

    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Sar-Majors three

    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Subalterns three

    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Captains three

    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Majors three

    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Colonels three

    Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Padres three

    God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
    Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    ----------


    As performed by Harry Belafonte:



    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his privates three

    "Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his corporals three

    Hup two said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his sergeants three

    Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
    Hup two said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl

    And he called for his shavetails three

    We do all the work said the shavetails
    Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
    March you dump watch said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his captains three

    Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
    We do all the work, said the shavetails
    Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
    March to the guardhouse said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his chaplains three

    Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
    Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
    We do all the work, said the shavetails
    Yeahhhh said the sergeants
    Put it in a bucket said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his colonels three

    Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
    Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
    Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
    We do al the work said the shavetails
    Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
    March to the end said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his generals three

    Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
    Uh what's my next command said the generals
    Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
    Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
    Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
    Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
    Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
    Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

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    27-09-1969
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    Mathilde
    Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
    Originally performed by: Jacques Brel
    Covered by various other artists



    Ma mère voici le temps venu
    D'aller prier pour mon salut
    Mathilde est revenue
    Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin
    Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin
    Mathilde est revenue
    Toi la servante toi la Maria
    Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps
    Mathilde est revenue
    Mes amis ne me laissez pas
    Ce soir je repars au combat
    Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

    Mon cœur mon cœur ne t'emballe pas
    Fais comme si tu ne savais pas
    Que la Mathilde est revenue
    Mon cœur arrête de répéter
    Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été
    La Mathilde qui est revenue
    Mon cœur arrête de bringuebaler
    Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré
    La Mathilde qui est revenue
    Mes amis ne me laissez pas
    Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas
    Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

    Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles
    C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville
    Mathilde est revenue
    Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas
    Tout ça ne vous regarde pas
    Mathilde est revenue
    Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus
    Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus
    Mathilde est revenue
    Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas
    Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas
    Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là

    Ma mère arrête tes prières
    Ton Jacques retourne en enfer
    Mathilde m'est revenue
    Bougnat apporte-nous du vin
    Celui des noces et des festins
    Mathilde m'est revenue
    Toi la servante toi la Maria
    Va tendre mon grand lit de draps
    Mathilde m'est revenue
    Amis ne comptez plus sur moi
    Je crache au ciel encore une fois
    Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là



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    Tags:Jacques Brel

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    Old Home Filler-Up
    An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
    Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
    Performer(s): C.W. McCall



    Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog
    Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog
    We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip
    Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now
    We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow
    At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café

    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis
    (The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café)

    Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux
    An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two
    But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together
    Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey
    Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money
    Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin'

    I says you wait in the truck boy

    Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be"
    I says a cup of yer best and a number three
    She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan
    I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark
    I left her a buck, an' he left his heart
    At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café

    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

    Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along
    Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on
    I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night
    Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin
    Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in
    To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café

    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes
    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

    Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes
    Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse
    I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed
    She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun
    But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done
    And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone

    I said why not...

    Well we geared that tranny into super low
    And the four of us went to see a picture show
    Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
    Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack
    And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back
    To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café

    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

    Eight stools an' a promise...

    (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
    Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

    They got 'em a real nice place there




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    26-09-1969
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    Mathilda
    Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan
    Performer(s): Yves Montand



    Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé
    Eveillant mes amours fanées
    Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés
    Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
    Valsez Mathilda
    Valsez Mathilda
    Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris
    Tourbillon parfumé
    En valsant vous étiez si jolie
    Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

    Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais
    En souriant m'avez quitté
    J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés
    Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
    Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
    Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
    Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi?
    Si jolie vous étiez
    Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
    Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

    Si jolie vous étiez
    Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
    Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Hippie
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    Old Hippie
    Composer(s): David Bellamy
    Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



    He turned thirty-five last Sunday
    In his hair he found some gray
    But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
    He likes it better the old way
    So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
    He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
    He get's out there in the twilight zone
    Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

    He gets off on country music
    Cause disco left him cold
    He's got young friends into new wave
    Buts he's just too friggin old
    And he dreams at night of Woodstock
    And the day John Lennon died
    How the music made him happy
    And the silence made him cry
    Yea he thinks of John sometimes
    And he has to wonder why

    Chorus:
    He's an old hippie
    And he don't know what to do
    Should he hang on to the old
    Should he grab on to the new
    He's an old hippie
    His new life is just a bust
    He ain't trying to change nobody
    He just trying real hard to adjust

    He was sure back in the sixties
    That everyone was hip
    Then they sent him off to Vietnam
    On his senior trip
    And they forced him to become a man
    While he was still a boy
    And in each wave of tragedy
    He waited for the joy
    Now this world may change around him
    But he just can't change no more

    Chorus

    Well he stays away a lot now
    From the parties and the clubs
    And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
    Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
    Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
    And pretty soon the species
    Will just up and fade away
    Like the smoke from that torpedo
    Just up and fade away




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    25-09-1969
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Mathilda (Cookie & the Cupcakes)
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    Mathilda
    Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry
    Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes
    Covered by various other artists



    My love for you will always be
    Just a faded memory
    Yes I've cried and cried for you
    Yes no matter what you do
    You gave me love when there was none
    You know you're the only one
    Yes I've cried and cried in vain
    I want my baby back again
    Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
    Oh no matter what you do
    Yes I've cried and cried in vain
    I want my baby back again
    Piano Solo
    Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
    Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do
    Yes I've cried and cried in vain
    Lord I wan't my baby back again
    Come on home baby!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Cookie & the Cupcakes

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Friends (Simon & Garfunkel)
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    Old Friends
    Composer(s): Paul Simon
    Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
    and various other artists



    Old friends, old friends
    Sat on their parkbench like bookends
    A newspaper blown through the grass
    Falls on the round toes
    of the high shoes of the old friends
    Old friends, winter companions, the old men
    Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
    The sounds of the city sifting through trees
    Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

    Can you imagine us years from today
    Sharing a parkbench quietly
    How terribly strange to be seventy

    Old friends, memory brushes the same years
    Silently sharing the same fears




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    24-09-1969
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    Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs
    Composer(s): B. Burke; M. Coleman
    Performer(s): Brian & Michael and various other artists



    He painted Salford's smokey tops
    On cardboard boxes from the shops
    And parts of Ironcoats where I used to play
    I'm sure he once walked down our street
    'Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet
    The clothes we wore had all seen better days

    Now they said his works of art were dull
    No room, all round the walls are full
    But Lowry didn't care much anyway
    They said he just paints cats and dogs
    And matchstalk men in boots and clogs
    And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay

    And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

    Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin
    When London started calling him
    To come on down and wear the old flat cap
    They said tell us all about your ways
    And all about them Salford days
    Is it true you're just an ordinary chap

    And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

    Now Lowries hang upon the wall
    Beside the greatest of them all
    And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow
    This tired old man with hair like snow
    Told northern folk its time to go
    The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow

    And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

    And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

    And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

    And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
    He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
    Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
    To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Friends (Roger Miller)
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    Old Friends
    Composer(s): Roger Miller
    Performer(s): Roger Miller; Willie Nelson



    Old friends, pitching pennies in the park
    Playing croquet 'til it's dark, old friends
    Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves
    Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends

    Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
    Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
    Old friends, lord when all my work is done
    Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
    At least one, old friend

    Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
    Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
    Old friends, lord when all my work is done
    Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
    At least one, old friend




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    23-09-1969
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    Matchmaker
    Composer(s): Sheldon Harnick; Jerry Bock



    Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
    Find me a find, catch me a catch
    Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
    And make me a perfect match

    Matchmaker, matchmaker, I'll bring the veil
    You bring the groom, slender and pale
    Bring me a ring, for I'm longing to be
    The envy of all I see

    For Papa, make him a scholar
    For Mama, make him rich as a king
    For me, well, I wouldn't holler
    If her were as handsome as anything

    Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
    Find me a find, catch me a catch
    Night after night, in the dark, I'm alone
    So, find me a match of my own



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Old Friends (Liza Minnelli)
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    Old Friends
    Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim
    Performer(s): Liza Minnelli;
    and various other artists



    Hey old friend
    are you ok old friend
    what'll you say old friend
    are we or are we unique
    time goes by
    everything else keeps changing
    you and I we get continued next week
    most friends fade
    or they don't make the grade
    new ones are quickly made
    and in a pinch, sure they'll do
    but us old friends
    what's to discuss old friend
    here's to us
    who's like us
    damn few




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    22-09-1969
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    Matchbox
    Composer(s): Carl Perkins
    Originally performed by: Carl Perkins
    Covered by various other artists



    I said I'm sitting here watching
    matchbox hole in my clothes
    I said I'm sitting here wondering
    matchbox hole in my clothes
    I ain't got no matches
    but I sure got a long way to go

    I'm an old poor boy
    I'm a long way from home
    I'm an old poor boy
    and I'm a long way from home
    I've never been happy
    'cause everything I ever did was wrong

    Well, if you don't want my peaches
    honey please don't shake my tree
    If you don't want any of those peaches
    honey, please don't mess around my tree
    I've got news for you baby
    Leave me here in misery, all right!

    Well let me be your little dog
    till your big dog comes
    Let me be your little dog
    till your big dog comes
    And when your big dog gets here
    watch how your puppy dog runs

    Well I said I'm sitting here watching
    matchbox hole in my clothes
    I said I'm sitting here wondering
    matchbox hole in my clothes
    I ain't got no matches
    but I sure got a long way to go



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Carl Perkins

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Folkie
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    Old Folkie
    Composer(s): Harry Chapin
    Performer(s): Harry Chapin



    He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar
    And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are
    When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there
    Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been
    And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin
    When you look at his life you know that he's really been there
    Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
    What is the name that they're calling that man?
    You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
    They say he's always bleedin'
    But whenever somebody's needing him
    He's the one who cares
    It's always the "Old Folkie"
    Whenever somethin's burning
    Or a lesson needs some learning
    Or a tide that needs some turning
    To a better world somewhere
    Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
    Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on
    Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone
    He's the last voice singing that "Bound for Glory" song
    And if you never seen him you might take a look
    He's the man who put the meaning in the music book
    Yeah, the world may be tired but Pete's still going strong
    Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
    What is the name that they're calling that man?
    You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
    They say he's always bleedin'
    But whenever somebody's needing him
    He's the one who cares
    It's always the "Old Folkie"
    Whenever somethin's burning
    Or a lesson needs some learning
    Or a tide that needs some turning
    To a better world somewhere
    Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
    What is the name that they're calling that man?
    What is the name that they're calling that man?




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    21-09-1969
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    Matacuervos
    Composer(s): T. Méndez
    Performer(s): Raphael



    Paisaje de Campogrado
    Todo es silencio y grandiosidad
    Sólo el rumor de las aves
    Rompe el arrullo de la soledad
    Las nubes vienen sombreando
    A Matacuervos que ya sanó
    Torazo que fue indultado
    Que nunca en la vida jamás les pidió
    Matacuervos, Matacuervos
    Por algo te puse así
    Yo vi llevarse en tus cuernos
    A cuervos traviesos cuando eras así
    Matacuervos, Matacuervos
    La plaza entera te vio llorar
    Cuando bravo te negabas
    Y tú no querías el ruedo dejar
    La luna en el Campogrado
    Mientras que alumbra rezando está
    Verónicas de oro y seda
    En Matacuervos pensando está
    La niebla viene bajando
    Con Matacuervos quiere jugar
    Que así jugaban antaño
    Cuando era un becerro
    Becerro sin par



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    Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)
    Composer(s): Pebe Sebert; Hugh Moffatt
    Performer(s): Dolly Parton;
    and various other artists



    Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
    I use to take comfort from long before I met you
    I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
    With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire

    Old flames can't hold a candle to you
    No one can light up the night like you do
    Flickering embers of love
    I've known one or two
    But old flames can't hold a candle to you

    Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known
    I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
    Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
    Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn

    Old flames can't hold a candle to you
    No one can light up the night like you do
    Flickering embers of love
    I've known one or two
    But old flames can't hold a candle to you
    Old flames can't hold a candle to you
    Mmmm ......




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