Woensdag 16 oktober 1968
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Maandag 14 oktober 1968
Occapella
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
Zondag 13 oktober 1968
Obsesión (Miguel Mateos)
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
Zaterdag 12 oktober 1968
Obsesión (José Feliciano)
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
Vrijdag 11 oktober 1968
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (The Beatles)
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
Donderdag 10 oktober 1968
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (Patrick Zabé)
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
Woensdag 9 oktober 1968
Oasis
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
Dinsdag 8 oktober 1968
N'Yot N'Yow
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!
Maandag 7 oktober 1968
Nya Perspektiv
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...
Zondag 6 oktober 1968
Nya Ord
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
Zaterdag 5 oktober 1968
N'Y Vas Pas, Manuel
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!..."
Vrijdag 4 oktober 1968
Nuvole Barocche
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
Donderdag 3 oktober 1968
Nutbush City Limits
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
Woensdag 2 oktober 1968
Nursery School
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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Dinsdag 1 oktober 1968
Nunca Podrás Sacarme Mi Amor
Nunca Podrás Sacarme Mi Amor
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez
Puedes decirme que si
puedes decirme que no
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Puedes quemarme los pies
puedes dejarme sin vos
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Y si es folclore o si no
y si es Urano o Plutón
Pero nunca podrán sacarme mi amor
Ni un analista, ni un doctor
ni un cura, ni un doctor
te solucionan los problemas
La gente busca una razón
yo estoy buscando una canción
que me sacuda la cabeza
Y poder verte feliz
cuando acá todo es un bajón
Pueden vender un país
y estar del lado de Dios
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Ni un analista, ni un doctor
ni Stubrin, ni el gobernador
te solucionan los problemas
La gente busca una razón
yo estoy buscando un rock & roll
que me sacuda la cabeza
Puedes echarme de aquí
por no pensar como vos
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Maandag 30 september 1968
Nunca Jamás
Nunca Jamás
Composer(s): Lalo Guerrero
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists
Nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte tanto
nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte así
Nunca jamás pensé derramar mi llanto
por un amor que había de tratarme así
Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres
piénsalo bien porque me matarás
Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres
pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás
Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres
piénsalo bien porque me matarás
Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres
pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás
Zondag 29 september 1968
Nunca Como La Primera Vez
Nunca Como La Primera Vez
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
El vino, ya, jamás te sabe igual
ni un beso te extremece hasta temblar
las cosas no las sientes nunca más
como la primera vez
No lloras de tristeza al fracasar
ni el éxito te sacia, ya, jamás
la vida no la vuelves a probar
como la primera vez
Nunca como la primera vez
que la tienes cara a cara
que eres suyo sin saber porqué
y te rompes al amar
Nunca como la primera vez
que la robas hasta el alba
y amaneces en su amanecer
nunca como la primera vez
Después, se hace rutina hasta el hablar
y el tacto se desgasta de tocar
te inventas mil caricias sin vibrar
como la primera vez
Nunca como la primera vez
que la besas en los labios
que conquistas de cabeza a piés
su mas bella intimidad
Nunca como la primera vez
que la amas sin engaños
que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser
y te dejas arrastrar
Nunca como la primera vez
que la amas sin engaños
que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser
nunca como la primera vez
Zaterdag 28 september 1968
Nun Parlà
Nun Parlà
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
La luna era piantata lì in mezzo al cielo
Una lampadina accesa sopra il mare
Che era di un colore inchiostro quasi nero
Nel silenzio lo sentivo respirare
Non lo so
Ma sembrava che il mare volesse parlare con me
Fosse più solo di me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà
'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà,
Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà
Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Mmiezè strada, i rumori, le voci, le moto, le luci dei bar
Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Io in quel mare dall'accento un pò bagnato un pò napoletano
Ho provato a fare il bagno
Così la solitudine che avevo accumulato
Sparì dietro a un fulmine lontano
Non lo so
Ma sentivo la calma del mare che entrava in me
Non pensavo che a te e a me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà
'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà,
Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà
Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Vrijdag 27 september 1968
Numbers
Numbers
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare
I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of ONE to TEN.........I'd give her a NINE
Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know
NINE is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE
I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight
She looked up and down my perfect frame
And said these words that burned into my perfect brain
She said, well, another one of those macho Texas men
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
She said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE
When you walked up I noticed that suit of your's
It's last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a FOUR
That must be your car parked out on the kerb
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD
I saw that build, I guess you're less than FIVE
Said, for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
And since there ain't no ZEROs, I give you a ONE
She walked out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO
(Spoken)
Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN
Donderdag 26 september 1968
Number The Brave
