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  • 04-10-1969
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    Mattinata
    Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
    Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
    and various other artists



    L’aurora di bianco vestita
    Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
    Di già con le rosee sue dita
    Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
    Commosso da un fremito arcano
    Intorno il creato già par
    E tu non ti desti, ed invano
    Mi sto qui dolente a cantar

    Metti anche tu la veste bianca
    E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor



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    Old Paint
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
    and various other artists



    I ride an old paint
    I lead an old dam
    I'm going to Montana
    To throw a houlihan
    They feed in the coolies
    They water in the draw
    Their tails are all matted
    Their backs are all raw

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Old Bill Brown
    Had a daughter and a son
    One went to Denver
    And the other went wrong
    His wife she died in a poolroom fight
    And still he keeps singing from morning til night

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Well when I die
    Take my saddle from the wall
    Put it on my pony
    And lead him from his stall
    Tie my bones to his back
    Turn our faces to the west
    And we'll ride the prairie
    That we like the best

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go




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    03-10-1969
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    Matthew And Son
    Composer(s): Cat Stevens
    Performer(s): Cat Stevens
    and various other artists



    Up at eight, you can't be late
    for Matthew & Son, he won't wait

    Watch them run down to platform one
    And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son

    Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
    The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

    There's a five minute break and that's all you take
    for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

    Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
    The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

    He's got people who've been working for fifty years
    No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
    Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears

    Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!



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    Old New Hampshire
    Composer(s): Dr. John F. Holmes; Maurice Hoffmann



    With a skill that knows no measure
    From the golden store of Fate
    God, in His great love and wisdom
    Made the rugged Granite State
    Made the lakes, the fields, the forests
    Made the Rivers and the rills
    Made the bubbling, crystal fountains
    Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills

    Refrain:

    Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire
    Old New Hampshire Grand and Great
    We will sing of Old New Hampshire
    Of the dear old Granite State

    Builded he New Hampshire glorious
    From the borders to the sea
    And with matchless charm and splendor
    Blessed her for eternity
    Hers, the majesty of mountain
    Hers, the grandeur of the lake
    Hers, the truth as from the hillside
    Whence her crystal waters break

    Refrain




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    02-10-1969
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    Matt Hyland
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Dubliners
    and various other artists



    There was a lord who lived in this town
    Who had a lovely and handsome daughter
    She was courted by a fine young man
    Who was a servan to her father
    And when her parents came to know
    They swore they'd ban him from the island
    The maid she swore that heart would break
    Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

    So straight away to her love she goes
    Into his room to awake him
    Saying arise my love and go away
    This very night you will be taken
    I overheard my parents say
    Inspite of me they will transport you
    So arise my love and go away
    I wish to God I'd gone before you

    They both sat down up on the bed
    Just for the side of one half hour
    And not a word by either said
    As down their cheeks the tears did shower
    She laid her hand up an his breast
    Around his neck her arms entwined
    Not a duke nor lord nor an earl I'll wed
    I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland

    The lord discoursed with her daughter fair
    One night alone in her chamber
    Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
    Since there's no one can win your favour
    She wrote a letter then in haste
    Her heart for him was still repining
    They brought him back to the church they went
    And made a lord of young Matt Hyland



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Old Man Roller
    Composer(s): Peter Hesslein; James Hopkins-Harrison
    Performer(s): Lucifer's Friend



    You had better watch out yeh
    when this cat is around he's motorbike child
    he just takes to the road
    a riding chicken alone
    man I tell you he's wild
    With his hair greased back
    he hits the track
    be it town or freeway
    he rides speedway
    old man roller just gets going - yeh
    Rock an rollin' giving everything he got
    When he's dancin'he rocks around the clock
    just a rollin' his everything in life is rock'n roll
    rock and rollin' he twists the night away
    got a joke box and rock is all it
    plays just a rollin'he doesn't have a care
    just rock'n roll
    He still lives in the fifties, yeh
    it seems that the times went and left him behind
    everytime he's in town the people gather around
    think he's out of his mind

    He really doesn't give a damn
    what people think of him
    they call him old man roller
    they laugh behind his shoulder
    they call him old man roller
    rock and rollin', rock and rollin'




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    01-10-1969
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    Matrimony
    Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
    Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan;
    Dutch Swing College Band; Ray Hamilton



    I´ve no wish to hurry you luv
    But have you seen the time
    It´s quarter to ten and we´re supposed to be there
    At nine
    I don´t think the registrar
    Will be very pleased
    When we show up an hour late
    Like two frozen peas
    Both now facing for the first time
    Presently and past
    Something that begins with M
    And ends in alas
    More than not complete disaster
    Even from the start
    What could it be...
    It´s Matrimony
    I know how you´ve dreamt about
    Being walk down the aisle
    But think of the money we´ll save
    And you´ll see it´s worthwhile
    It won´t please our mums and dads
    But they don´t even know
    Besides if they did what´s the betting
    They wouldn´t even go
    You and me are all that matters
    Disregard the rest
    Trust your soon to be the old man
    He knows what is best
    Very shortly now there´s going to be
    An answer from you
    Then one from me
    That´s matrimony
    I´m truly grateful for the little things in life
    That have made me so glad
    Every other hour that I spend with you
    Is not in the least bit sad
    Quite the opposite in fact
    And if you don´t believe me
    Here´s the proof
    Ask me if I and I´ll say "Aye, I do"
    Marriage - the joining together of the two people
    For better or for worse till death them do part
    Olé!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Old Man Mose
    Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Zilner Randolph
    Performer(s): Louis Armstrong;
    and various other artists



    Now one time there lived an old man
    With a very crooked nose
    He lived inside a log hut
    and they called him ol' man Mose
    One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door
    I didn't hear a single sound
    so I ain't gonna do it no more

    'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
    I believe ol' man, thatol' man Mose is dead
    I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
    I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead

    (Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe he's dead)

    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe he's dead)

    Now listen here
    I went round to the window
    And I peeped in through the crack
    Inside there was an old man
    Laying flat upon his back
    I thought that he was sleeping
    Head hung to the floor
    He didn't make a single move
    So I ain't gonna do it no more

    'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man
    yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead

    ('cos you found out) ol' man
    (you found out) ol' man
    (you found out) ol' man
    (you found out he's dead)

    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out he's dead)


    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies
    (you found out he's dead)

    Old Man Mose is dead




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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

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    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



    Categorie:Franse Songs
    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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