Vrijdag 15 november 1968
Oh Daddy
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Oh Daddy
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Donderdag 14 november 1968
Oh Baby Doll
Oh Baby Doll
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Performer(s): Chuck Berry;
The Crawdaddys; The Pretty Things
Oh Baby Doll!
when bells ring out the summer free
Oh baby doll
will it end for you and me?
We'll sing our old Alma Mater
and think of things that used to be
I remember it so well
back when the weather was cool
we used to have so much fun
when we were walking to school
if we stopped off to hear
the latest songs they sing
and we just make it in
before the bells would ring
Oh Baby Doll!
etc...
When the teacher was gone
that's when we'd have a ball
we use to dance and play
all up and down the hall
we had a portable radio
we was ballin' the jack
We'd be all back in order
when the teacher got back
Oh Baby Doll!
etc...
Woensdag 13 november 1968
Oh Babe, What Would You Say?
Oh Babe, What Would You Say?
Composer(s): E.S. Smith
Performer(s): Hurricane Smith;
and various other artists
Have I a hope or half a chance
To even ask if I could dance with you?
You-hoo!
Would you greet me or politely turn away?
Would there suddenly be sunshine on a cold and rainy day?
Oh, Babe!
What would you say?
For there are you, sweet lollipop
Here am I with such a lot to say, hey, hey!
Just to walk with you along the Milky Way
To caress you through the night time, bring you flowers every day.....
Oh, Babe!
What would you say?
Guess, though, Baby, I know
I know I could be so in love with you!
And I know that I could make you love me too
And if I could only hear you say you do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
But anyway, what would you say?
(Instrumental Break)
Guess, though, Baby, I know
I know I could be so in love with you!
And I know that I could make you love me too
And if I could only hear you say you do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
But anyway, what would you say?
Dinsdag 12 november 1968
Ogni Volta
Ogni Volta
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Ogni volta che parlo di te
tu fai parte o non parte di me
ogni volta che piango per te
tu fai parte o non parte di noi
E mille nuovi amori cercherò
per non amarti più
ma mai nessuna al mondo sarai tu
E stanotte la passi con lui
ma ogni cosa ti parla di noi
ogni frase, ogni gesto che fai
è già stato vissuto da noi
Chiudi gli occhi e pensi che
le sue mani, la sua pelle no, non sono me
Ogni volta che parli di me
faccio parte o non parte di te
ogni volta che piangi per me
faccio parte o non parte di noi
A tutti i nostri amici tu dirai
di non amarmi più
ma solo io saprò a chi pensi tu
voglio te voglio te, voglio te
perché tu, tu fai parte di me
voglio te, voglio te, voglio te
fino all'ultimo sguardo
all'ultimo istante
all'ultimo giorno che avrò
Maandag 11 november 1968
Ogni Favola E Un Gioco
Ogni Favola E Un Gioco
Composer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Performer(s): Edoardo Bennato
Ogni favola è un gioco
che si fa con il tempo
ed è vera soltanto a metà
la puoi vivere tutta
in un solo momento
è una favola è non è realtà
Ogni favola è un gioco
che finisce se senti
tutti vissero felici e contenti
forse esiste da sempre
non importa l'età
perché è vera soltanto a metà!...
Ogni favola è un gioco
è una storia inventata
ed è vera soltanto a metà
e fa il giro del mondo
e chissà dove è nata
è una favola, e non è realtà
Ogni favola è un gioco
se ti fermi a giocare
dopo un po' lasciala andare
non la puoi ritrovare
in nessuna città
perché è vera soltanto a metà!...
Universi sconosciuti
anni luce da esplorare
astronavi della mente
verso altre verità!
Ogni favola è un gioco
che si fa con il tempo
ed è vera soltanto a metà
la puoi vivere tutta
in un solo momento
è una favola e non è realtà!
Ogni favola è un gioco
se ti fermi a giocare
dopo un po' lasciala andare
non la puoi ritrovare
in nessuna città
perché è vera soltanto a metà!...
Zondag 10 november 1968
Ogen Kunnen Niet Liegen
Ogen Kunnen Niet Liegen
Composer(s): K. Lavoie; N. Bijl
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Reeds een jaar de tijd gaat vlug
Nu zie ik jou terug
Jij wordt rood en ik word bleek
Maar jij zegt dat het jou niets geeft
En jij lacht maar veel te luid
En je hart spreekt je niet uit
Als je zegt ik leef tevree
Want je ogen doen niet mee
Ogen kunnen niet liegen
Want je ogen vertellen
Wat je lippen ontkennen
Ogen kunnen niet liegen
Pas op je woorden want je ogen liegen niet
Iemand die je niet goed kent
Denkt dat je gelukkig bent
Mij maak je geen dromen wijs
Want je vreugde is geveinsd
Speel niet meer met ons geluk
Ik wil jou zo graag terug
En ik zie ook aan je blik
Dat je hetzelfde wenst als ik
Zaterdag 9 november 1968
Off The Wall
Off The Wall
Composer(s): Rod Temperton
Performer(s): Michael Jackson;
Sebastien Leger; Wisdome
When the world is on your shoulder
Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down
If you can’t hang with the feeling
Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town
’cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way
So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)
You can shout out all you want to
’cause there ain’t no sin in folks all getting loud
If you take the chance and do it
Then there ain’t no one who’s gonna put you down
’cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way
So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
C’mon and groove, and let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)
Do what you want to do
There ain’t no rules it’s up to you (ain’t no rules it’s all up to you)
It’s time to come alive
And party on right through the night (all right)
Gotta hide your inhibitions
Gotta let that fool loose deep inside your soul
Want to see an exhibition
Better do it now before you get to old
’cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way
So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf and just enjoyyourself
C’mon and groove (yeah) let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all if you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)
So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf and just enjoy yourself
C’mon and groove (yeah) let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all if you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)
Vrijdag 8 november 1968
Off The Record
Off The Record
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): James Cagney
It's really a wonderful job
For fellows like George, Abe and me, too
It's great to shake hands with the mod
And hold every kid on your knee, too
Ev'ry word that I speak goes into the headlines
When I speak all the papers hold their deadlines
But I've found a way of dropping a hint
Or a glint of the truth
That the boys cannot print
For instance...
For instance...
When I was only a governor and just a good-time Charlie
A certain party came to me - he said his name was Farley
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
He sat right down and talked to me till I was in a stupor
And ended up by selling me the works of Fenimore Cooper
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
I said, "you're quite a salesman
You've been sent here by the fates
If you can sell these dreary books
Which ev'rybody hates
Then maybe you can sell me the whole United States!"
But that's off the record
My messages to the Congress are a lot of Boola-boola
I'm not so fond of Bankhead, but I'd love to meet Tallulah
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
I sit up in my bedroom reading books like Silas Marnner
and Sears and Roebuck catalogues to get away from Garner
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
If I'm not re-elected and worst comes to the worst
I'll never die of hunger and I'll never die of thirst
I've got one boy with Du Pont and another one with Hearst
But that's off the record
When I go up to Hyde park it is not just for the ride there
It's not that I love Hyde park, but I love to park and hide there
Don't print that
It's strictly off the record
Oh, sing a song of Boulder Dam, but what's a little song worth?
We'll use it to throw razor blades, and maybe Alice Longworth
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
And now I'd like to talk about some folks I used to know
Mr. John L. Lewis and His famous C.I.O.
"Frankie and Johnnie were sweethearts"
But that's off the record
My speeches on the radio have made me quite a hero
I only have to say "My friends" and stocks go down to zero
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
The radio officials say that I'm the leading fellow
Jack Benny Can be President and I'll go on for Jell-O
Don't print it
It's strictly off the record
It's pleasant at the White House, but I'll tell you how I feel
The food is something terrible - just sauerkraut and veal
If Eleanor would stay at home I'd get a decent mean
But that's off the record
Donderdag 7 november 1968
Off Night Backstreet
Off Night Backstreet
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell; David Lahm
Maybe I'm just kidding myself when I say I love you
I don't know
Loving without trusting
You get--frostbite and sunstroke
I wish I felt nothing!
You pimp--laughing and strutting her to my chartered seat
Your old off night back street
It's been stinger to stinger, darling
It's been heart to heart
You still keep me from finishing
Any new love I start
Now she's moved in with you
She's keeping your house neat
And your sheets sweet
And I'm your off night back street
I can feel your fingers
Feeling my face
There are some lines you put there
And some you erase
Maybe I'm just dramatizing
I don't care
It's home--it can be heaven
When we play fair
But these sentimental journeys
Late at night--
High in some back room you're calling me
To be your off night back street
You give me such pleasure
You bring me such pain
Who left her long black hair
In our bathtub drain?
Woensdag 6 november 1968
Off And Running
Off And Running
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager; Toni Wine
Performer(s): Lesley Gore;
Wayne Fontana & The Mindbenders
No matter what you do, no matter what you say
I've had enough of you; I'm gonna break way
I'm off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go
I've had it up to here and I want out
I'd rather get my kicks; I'd rather have me fun
Ain't gonna take your tricks; my life has just begun
Well baby, I'm off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go
I've had it up to here and I want out
Took my love for granted & you pushed your luck too far
Well, you play things underhanded & now I know just what you are
So baby, I'm off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go
I've had it up to here and I want out, yeah
(instrumental)
No matter what you do, oh no matter what you say
I've had enough of you; I'm gonna break way
Oh baby I'm off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go
I've had it up to here and I want out
(repeat & fade)
Yes I am off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go
I've had it up to here and I want out
Dinsdag 5 november 1968
Of Niet Soms
Of Niet Soms
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Het mooie van de zon is dat de dag ermee begon
Het aangename van een dame is
dat ze niet alleen een vrouw is
Maar voornamelijk een dame
En nog mooier dan dit alles bij elkaar
Is een mooi meisje van veertien jaar
't Is toch goed zoals het is of niet soms
En waarom dan niet als ik mag vragen
Of had u soms iets anders nog gewenst
Het mooie van de maan is dat je hem nooit ziet ondergaan
Het aardige van jou is dat je jongen bent of meisje
Een man, misschien een vrouw
En nog mooier dan dit alles bij elkaar
Zijn de 365 dagen van het jaar
't Is toch goed zoals het is of niet soms
Wat is er van uw dienst, u zoekt het zelf maar uit
En jij, weet je wat je doet, je ziet maar
't Is toch goed zoals het is of niet soms
Wat is er van uw dienst, u zoekt het zelf maar uit
En jij, weet je wat je doet, je ziet maar
Maandag 4 november 1968
Oei, Oei, Oei
Oei, Oei, Oei
Composer(s): Peter Koelewijn
Performer(s): Johan Cruijff
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Heb je dat gezien
Die tellen we voor tien
Jongens wat een loei
Oei, oei, oei
We gingen naar het boksen kijken van een verre neef
Wat kreeg die jongen klappen want die ander was op dreef
Toen kwam die derde ronde en die werd mijn neef fataal
Zijn gympjes onder op de mat en hij lag in de zaal
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Heb je dat gezien
Die tellen we voor tien
Jongens wat een loei
Oei, oei, oei
En na de wedstrijd gingen wij met onze neef op sjouw
We hoopten dat hij zo zijn blauwe oog vergeten zou
Maar in een zaakje riep hij dat er dubbel werd geteld
De ober haalde uit en zei: Dit is je wisselgeld
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Heb je dat gezien
Die tellen we voor tien
Jongens wat een loei
Oei, oei, oei
Toen was de lol eraf en hebben wij met man en macht
Onze arme neef maar meteen naar huis gebracht
Maar zijn echtgenote wachtte woedend in de gang
Dit was de mooiste wedstrijd en wij zaten eerste rang
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei
Heb je dat gezien
Die tellen we voor tien
Jongens wat een loei
Oei, oei, oei
Zondag 3 november 1968
Oedipus Rex
Oedipus Rex
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Evy Mayer
From The Bible to the popular songs
There's on theme that we find all along
With all the things we hail as good
The most sublime is motherhood
There once was an whom so it seems
Once carried this ideal to extremes
He loved his mother and she loved him
And yet his story is rather grim
There once was a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud's index
Cause he loved his mother
His rivals used to say quite a bit
That as a monarch he was quite unfit
But still in all they had to admit
That he loved his mother
Yes, he loved his mother like no other
He daughter was his sister
And his son was his brother
One thing on which you can depend is
He sure knew who a boy's best friend is
When he found what he had done
He tore his eyes out one-by-one
A tragic end for a loyal son
Who loved his mother
So be sweet and and kind to mother
Now and then have a chat
About her candy-coloured blossoms
Or a brand new hat
But P'raps you'd better let it go at that
Or you might end up with a quite complex, Complex
And you may end up like Oedipus
I'd rather marry a duck-billed platypus
Than end up like old Oedipus Rex!
Zaterdag 2 november 1968
Odile
Odile
Composer(s): René Laquier; Etienne Lorin
Performer(s): André Bourvil
C'était en dix neuf cent vingt six
Que sur la grand' route de Senlis
Ell' eu un' pann' d'automobile
Et tandis que je tâtonnais, en essayant de la dépanner
Ell' me murmura, j' m'appelle Odile
Ell'avait un sac en croco, oh oh Odile
Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile
Ell'avait aussi un très beau châssis, l'automobile
Quand on appuyait sur ses jolies poires
Ca faisait pouet pouet (coin coin)
Oh oh oh ell' avait un sac en crocro oh oh Odile
Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile
Et sous l'pont arrièr', un peu de poussièr' l'automobile
Ell'avait de bell' couleur, oh oh Odile
Comme je vérifiais l'essieu
Dans mes beaux yeux elle vit les cieux
Mon charme avait conquis Odile
En faisant démarrer l'moteur
J'ai cru entendre parler son cœur
Ainsi démarra notr' idylle
Ell'avait un sac en croco, oh oh Odile
Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile
Très bien carrossée, la ligne élancée, l'automobile
Quand elle avait froid
Avant d'partir ell' faisait comm' ça, heuh heuh
Oh oh oh ell' avait un sac en crocro, oh oh Odile
Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile
Deux petits par chocs qu'étaient pas en toc, l'automobile
Ell' se conduisait bien, oh oh Odile
{Instrumental}
Et comme' elle' était très bonn' à croquer, moi je jubile
Car l'ayant épousée, je croque Odile!
Vrijdag 1 november 1968
Ódiame
Ódiame
Composer(s): Rafael Otero
Performer(s): José Feliciano;
and various other artists
Ódiame por piedad yo te lo pido
ódiame sin medidas ni clemencias
odio quiero más que indiferencia
porque el rencor hiere menos que el olvido (Repeat)
Si tu me odias quedaré yo convencido
de que me amaste mujer con insistencia
pero ten presente de acuerdo a la experiencia
que tan solo se odia lo querido
Que vale más yo niño, tu orgullosa
vale más tu débil hermosura
piensa que en le fondo de la fosa
llevaremos la misma vestidura (Repeat)
Si tu me odias quedaré......
Donderdag 31 oktober 1968
Odeur Des Myrtils
Odeur Des Myrtils
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Que demeure-t-il
De nous au grenier
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Ombre mon royaume
Je retrouverais
Les anciens arômes
Et les noirs portraits
Les enfants qui dorment
Les fauteuils boiteux
Les ombres difformes
La trace des jeux
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Que demeure-t-il
De nous au grenier
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
C'était moi peut-être
Ou peut-être vous
Les yeux des fenêtres
Sont vides et fous
Dans les mois de paille
Il fait doux guetter
Le cri court des cailles
Divisant l'été
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Que demeure-t-il
De nous au grenier
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Le vent se repose
Aux bords bleus du temps
Les hérons gris-rose
Marchent sur l'étang
Il me semble entendre
Un train loin d'ici
Dans les osiers tendres
Le jour est assis
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Que demeure-t-il
De nous au grenier
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
La fin d'août paresse
Et les arbres font
De lentes caresses
Aux plafonds profonds
Mémoire qui meurt
Photos effacées
Rumeur ô rumeur
Des choses passées
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Que demeure-t-il
De nous au grenier
Odeur des myrtils
Dans les grands paniers
Woensdag 30 oktober 1968
Odessa (City On The Black Sea)
Odessa (City On The Black Sea)
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Robin Gibb; Maurice Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees
Fourteenth of February, eighteen ninety nine
The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign
Baa baa black sheep, you haven't any wool
Captain Richardson left himself a lonely wife in Hull
Cherub, I lost a ship in the Baltic sea
I'm on an iceberg running free
Sitting, filing this berg to the shape of a ship
Sailing my way back to your lips
One passing ship gave word that you have moved out of your old flat
You love the Vicar more then words can say
Tell him to pray that I won't melt away
And I'll see your face again
Odessa, how strong am I?
Odessa, how time goes by
Treasure, you know the neighbours that live next door
They haven't got their dog anymore
Freezing, sailing around in the North Atlantic
Can't seem to leave the sea anymore
I just can't understand why you just moved to Finland
You love that Vicar more than words can say
Ask him to pray that I won't melt away
And I'll see your face again
Odessa, how strong am I?
Odessa, how time goes by
Fourteenth of February, eighteen ninety nine
The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign
Dinsdag 29 oktober 1968
Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back
Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back
Composer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler
Performer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler
They past an ordinance in the town
Said we'd have to tear it down
That little brown shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said
It's day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town
It was not too long ago
That I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I'd sit me down to rest
Like a snow bird on her nest
And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog
I would hum a happy tune
Peeping through the quarter moon
Just like my Pappy's kin had done before
It was in that quiet pot
Daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
It was not a castle fair
I could build my future there
Build castles to the yellow jacket's drone
I could orbit round the sun
Fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon his own throne
It wasn't fancy built at all
Had newspapers on the wall
It was air conditioned in the wintertime
It was just a humble hut
But it's door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime
Maandag 28 oktober 1968
Ode To Liberty
Ode To Liberty
Composer(s): Jimmy Bain; Phil Lynott
Performer(s): Phil Lynott
The dream was not a vision
Or some preminition like we were told
It was no figment of the imagination
To prove that we could be bought or sold
The doctor of the dimond run
Could be revealed to the intelligent
But this is what I resent
Who cares for the ignorent, the intelligent
The synics approach was mean
Who cares for anything in this whole wide world except me
And this opinion must not confuse the issue
My appearence, my condition
Or state of delivery
I am stating the obvious
This is a protest
There must me a collusion
This is no Shakespearean speach
This is a statement
Made by one who can not practice what he preaches
The statue of liberty
Has engraved on it's wall
Give me your poor, give me your needy
Give me them all
We need something like this
For this world to coexist
It would be so easy
To act so pretencious
To act as if it was hypocracy
To act condecending
When in fact it's the world we're mending
And that's why I can't relax
Cause inside my coat it's a pistol that I pack
We must beware of a suprise neuclear attack
We must be ready to strike back
I'm not pretending
Our defense needs clearly mending
We must leave those standing
Forget the third world is ending
Is starving, Is crying
Is desolate, Is oh so late
I would dearly love to return
Through a mirror in twenty years
And learn what the future has in store for us
And if I learned that we lost
And there was no hope
For those that fight
I would turn to drink
And drink is drugs
And drugs would help me sink
And like of boat, I float
I sail out to the sky
To the universe and back
Maybe to give it another try
I don't know why, why Jack
Just to confirm our Father
Just to learn, just to heal us
Zaterdag 26 oktober 1968
Odds And Ends (Bits And Pieces)
