Zondag 8 maart 1970
One Alone
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One Alone
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Zaterdag 7 maart 1970
Melinda (More Or Less)
Melinda (More Or Less)
Composer(s): Sonja Kristina Linwood
Performer(s): Curved Air; Sonja Kristina
Lovely lady, falling, laughing down the glory of a rainbow
Lovely lady, reaching, crying for the comfort of the day-glow
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams
But if and when she wakes again she knows it all begins again
Sleeping, waking, rising, falling, dumb but calling out to deafened friends
That's how it ends, Melinda, more or less, in dreams
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams
Fade, Melinda, fade into fantasy
Tell them you won't be played like any other instrument of fate
Fade, Melinda, fade into your fantasy
Tell them you're not prepared to wait for your dream of the end
Melinda, more or less, in dreams
Lovely lady, falling, laughing down the glory of a rainbow
Lovely lady, reaching, screaming for the comfort of the day-glow
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams
Zaterdag 7 maart 1970
One (Harry Nilsson)
One
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two
It's just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
It's just no good anymore since you went away
(number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)
One...! (one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do)
(number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Vrijdag 6 maart 1970
Melinda (Barbra Streisand & Yves Montand)
Melinda
Composer(s): Burton Lane; Alan Jay Lerner
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand & Yves Montand
This is a dream Melinda
Just a mirage, so they say
This whole affair they all declare
Was dreamed every step of the way
You're a mere dream, Melinda
Out for a gaily loose spin
Telling me lies before my eyes
of days that never have been
There's no Melinda, they say for sure
But don't go Melinda
I know and you know
That you're no mere dream, Melinda
Gone when the dawn gleam is through
You and I know that long ago
before the dream there was you
There was, was you
Vrijdag 6 maart 1970
Onderweg
Onderweg
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Nu valt de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil
In de kou
Valt er van ver
Een ster op mijn pad
Dan neem ik hem mee voor jou
Stilstaan in 't woud
Donker en oud
De sparren versteend
Op wacht
Het licht komt van ver
Van lichtjaren her
En ik ben onderweg
Nu is de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil in de kou
Ik draag een ster
Van ver in m'n hand
Ik ben onderweg naar jou
Nu valt de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil In de kou
Ik draag een ster
Van ver in m'n hand
Ik ben onderweg naar jou
Donderdag 5 maart 1970
Oh Lady Mary
Oh Lady Mary
Composer(s): M. Bukey; P. Carli; L. Missir
Originally performed by: David-Alexandre Winter
Covered by: Peter Alexander; Dalida
Oh Lady Mary petite fille aux yeux bleus
Oh Lady Mary tu n'tais pour lui qu'un jeu
Oh Lady Mary l'aube de chaque nuit
Oh Lady Mary un nouveau jour vient sans bruit
Petite fille brise les chanes de l'ennui
Tu es jolie et ta fracheur salue la vie
Oh Lady Mary regarde autour de toi
Oh Lady Mary tous les trsors que tu as
La mer et le ciel, la vie les a fait pour toi
Oh Lady Mary tous ces cadeaux sont toi
Oh Lady Mary
la la la la.....
Oh Lady Mary
la la la la.....
Petite fille oublie tes pleurs aime la vie
Elle est jolie ouvre tes yeux ses folies
Oh Lady Mary donne ton cour au printemps
Oh Lady Mary joue le jeu de tes vingt ans
Oh Lady Mary le bonheur est comme un enfant
Oh Lady Mary il grandit avec le temps
La la la la la........
Donderdag 5 maart 1970
Onde É Que Você Estava
Onde É Que Você Estava
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Hoje eu tenho a minha lira
Tenho paz, não admira
Que você venha me procurar
Os meus males são pequenos
Vivo bem, não é pra menos
Que você vem me encontrar
Mas quando eu tanto precisava
Meu amor, como é que é
Onde é que você estava
Onde é que você estava
Pelas tardes, sempre em vão, procurei
Fiz alarde de paixão que penei
Pela ruas tortas
Que eu percorria
Vi bater as portas
Vi morrer os dias
Pelas noites sem luar, eu errei
Pelas tantas da manhã, eu cansei
Não restou mais nada
Das lembranças minhas
Nas encruzilhadas
Nem nas entrelinhas
Mas agora eu tenho a lira (etc.)
Woensdag 4 maart 1970
Mélanie
Mélanie
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Les chansons de salle de garde
Ont toujours été de mon goût
Et je suis bien malheureux, car de
Nos jours on n'en crée plus beaucoup
Pour ajouter au patrimoine
Folklorique des carabins
Folklorique des carabins
J'en ai fait une, putain de moine
Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains
Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains
Ancienne enfant d'Marie-salope
Mélanie, la bonne au curé
Dedans ses trompes de Fallope
S'introduit des cierges sacrés
Des cierges de cire d'abeille
Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs
Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs
Dame! la qualité se paye
À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs
À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs
Quand son bon maître lui dit: "Est-ce
Trop vous demander Mélanie
De n'user, par délicatesse
Que de cierges non encore bénits?"
Du tac au tac, elle réplique
Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient
Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient
Car je suis bonne catholique
Elle a raison, ça va de soi
Elle a raison, ça va de soi
Elle vous emprunte un cierge à Pâques
Vous le rend à la Trinité
Non, non, non, ne me dites pas que
C'est normal de tant le garder
Aux obsèques d'un con célèbre
Sur la bière, ayant aperçu
Sur la bière, ayant aperçu
Un merveilleux cierge funèbre
Elle partit à cheval dessus
Elle partit à cheval dessus
Son mari, pris dans la tempête
La Paimpolaise était en train
De vouer, c'était pas si bête
Un cierge au patron des marins.
Ce pieux flambeau qui vacille
Mélanie se l'est octroyé
Mélanie se l'est octroyé
Alors le saint, cet imbécile
Laissa le marin se noyer
Laissa le marin se noyer
Les bons fidèles qui désirent
Garder pour eux, sur le chemin
Des processions, leur bout de cire
Doiv'nt le tenir à quatre mains
Car quand elle s'en mêl', sainte vierge,
Elle cause un désastre, un malheur
Elle cause un désastre, un malheur
La Saint-Barthélemy des cierges
C'est le jour de la Chandeleur
C'est le jour de la Chandeleur
Souvent quand elle les abandonne
Les cierges sont périmés
La saint' famill' nous le pardonne
Plus moyen de les rallumer
Comme ell' remue, comme elle se cabre
Comme elle fait des soubresauts
Comme elle fait des soubresauts
En retournant au candélabre
Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux
Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux
Et comme elle n'est pas de glace
Parfois quand elle les restitue
Et qu'on veut les remettre en place
Ils sont complètement fondus
Et comme en outre elle n'est pas franche
Il arrive neuf fois sur dix
Il arrive neuf fois sur dix
Qu'sur un chandelier à sept branches
Elle n'en rapporte que six
Elle n'en rapporte que six
Mélanie à l'heure dernière
A peu de chances d'être élue
Aux culs bénits de cett' manière
Aucune espèce de salut
Aussi, chrétiens, mes très chers frères
C'est notre devoir, il est temps
C'est notre devoir, il est temps
De nous employer à soustraire
Cette âme aux griffes de Satan
Cette âme aux griffes de Satan
Et je propose qu'on achète
Un cierge abondamment béni
Qu'on fera brûler en cachette
En cachette de Mélanie
En cachette car cette salope
Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer
Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer
Dedans ses trompes de Fallope
Et tout s'rait à recommencer
Et tout s'rait à recommencer
Woensdag 4 maart 1970
Onda Su Onda
Onda Su Onda
Composer(s): Paolo Conte
Performer(s): Paolo Conte; Bruno Lauzi
Che notte buia che c'è... povero me, povero me...
che acqua gelida qua, nessuno più mi salverà...
son caduto dalla nave son caduto
mentre a bordo c'era il ballo...
Onda su onda
il mare mi porterà
alla deriva
in balia di una sorte bizzarra e cattiva...
onda su onda,
mi sto allontanando ormai...
la nave è una lucciola persa nel blu...
mai più mi salverò...
Sara, ti sei accorta?
Stai già danzando insieme a lui...
con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui...
Sara... ma non importa...
Stupenda l'isola è... il clima è dolce intorno a me,
ci sono palme e bambù... è un luogo pieno di virtù...
steso al sole ad asciugarmi il corpo e il viso
guardo in faccia il paradiso...
Onda su onda
il mar mi ha portato qui:
ritmi, canzoni
donne di sogno, banane, lamponi...
onda su onda
mi sono ambientato ormai...
il naufragio mi ha dato la felicità che tu
non mi sai dar...
Sara, ti sei accorta?
Tu stai danzando insieme a lui...
con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui...
Sara... ma non importa...
Onda su onda...
Dinsdag 3 maart 1970
Mélancolie
Mélancolie
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève
On voudrait rentrer tout au fond d'un rêve
Et puis, soudain, lorsque le clocher sonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Alors, on ferme les yeux un instant
Quand on les rouvre, tout est comme avant
Les gens vous voient et leur regard s'étonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Comme au milieu d'un cinéma désert
On rembobine et tout passe à l'envers
Et quand on pense aux gens qu'on abandonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
La la la la la la
La la la
La la la...
Ouvrir son cœur à tous les vents qui passent
Et, qu'un matin, tous les chagrins s'effacent
Pour oublier, dans le bonheur qu'on donne
Qu'il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Qu'il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève
Ou voudrait rentrer tout au fond des rêves
Et s'endormir lorsque le clocher sonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Dinsdag 3 maart 1970
Oncle Archibald
Oncle Archibald
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Barbara
O vous, les arracheurs de dents
Tous les cafards, les charlatans
Les prophètes
Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald
Pour payer les violons du bal
A vos fêtes
En courant sus à un voleur
Qui venait de lui chiper l'heure
A sa montre
Oncle Archibald, coquin de sort!
Fit, de Sa Majesté la Mort
La rencontre
Telle un' femm' de petit' vertu
Elle arpentait le trottoir du
Cimetière
Aguichant les hommes en troussant
Un peu plus haut qu'il n'est décent
Son suaire
Oncle Archibald, d'un ton gouailleur
Lui dit: "Va-t'en fair' pendre ailleurs
Ton squelette
Fi! des femelles décharnees!
Vive les belles un tantinet
Rondelettes!"
Lors, montant sur ses grands chevaux
La Mort brandit la longue faux
D'agronome
Qu'elle serrait dans son linceul
Et faucha d'un seul coup, d'un seul
Le bonhomme
Comme il n'avait pas l'air content
Elle lui dit: "Ça fait longtemps
Que je t'aime
Et notre hymen à tous les deux
Etait prévu depuis le jour de
Ton baptême
"Si tu te couches dans mes bras
Alors la vie te semblera
Plus facile
Tu y seras hors de portée
Des chiens, des loups, des homm's et des
Imbéciles
"Nul n'y contestera tes droits
Tu pourras crier "Vive le roi!"
Sans intrigue
Si l'envi' te prend de changer
Tu pourras crier sans danger
"Vive la Ligue!"
"Ton temps de dupe est révolu
Personne ne se paiera plus
Sur ta bête
Les "Plaît-il, maître?" auront plus cours
Plus jamais tu n'auras à courber la tête"
Et mon oncle emboîta le pas
De la belle, qui ne semblait pas
Si féroce
Et les voilà, bras d'ssus, bras d'ssous
Les voilà partis je n' sais où
Fair' leurs noces
O vous, les arracheurs de dents
Tous les cafards, les charlatans
Les prophètes
Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald
Pour payer les violons du bal
A vos fêtes
Maandag 2 maart 1970
Melancholy Serenade
Melancholy Serenade
Composer(s): Duke Enston; Jackie Gleason
Performer(s): Connie Francis
and various other artists
Melancholy serenade every time I hear it played
Right out of space your haunting face appears
There were other serenades
Broken promises we made
Why must I pay day after day with tears
Alone in my room I watch the ghost of you
Alone in the gloom once more I'm close to you
Melancholy serenade
As the music starts to fade
I feel your kiss and then you disappear
Alone in the gloom once more I'm close to you
Melancholy serenade
As the music starts to fade
I feel your kiss and then you disappear
Maandag 2 maart 1970
Once You Understand
Once You Understand
Composer(s): Lou Stallman; Bobby Susser
Performer(s): Think
Things get a little easier
Once you understand
Things get a little easier
Once you understand.....
I`ll be expecting you to
Get a haircut by Friday
(Forget it, Dad)
(That won`t change anything)
Forget nothing, you`ll do as I say
As long as you`re living in my house
He knows I`m not feeling well
And yet he doesn`t take one
Second out to help his mother
His only concern is for himself
(Come on, Ma)
(What do you want from me)
Don`t argue with your mother
Just shut up and listen
But, Mom, all my
Friends will be there
(I said, no, you can`t go)
But why
(I don`t want you
In that neighborhood)
Why, what`s wrong
With that neighborhood
(I don`t like the kind of
People living there)
Why, what`s wrong with them
(Nevermind)
(Some day, you`ll thank me)
Are you sure no one kept you
Company tonight while
You were babysitting
(What`s that supposed to mean)
Just curious
(Admit it, Mom, you don`t trust me)
Where are you going now
(To my friend`s house)
Don`t you have things
To do in the house
Don`t you have any homework
Why don`t you sit down
And read a book (oh, ma)
Don`t oh, Ma, me
You`re wasting your life
Away with the foolish things
(What are you talking about
How about your bridge club
And your ladies groups
And your parties and
Your daytime programs
What about all that)
That`s different
Ma, I`ll be home at eleven
(You better be home at ten or
Don`t bother to come home at all)
When I was your age
I was working twelve hours a day
Six days a week helping to pay
For the food and the rent
(I don`t understand, what`s
That got to do with me)
If you can`t figure that out
For yourself, you`re stupid
Hey, Dad
Did you see my new guitar
I joined a group
(Son, there`s a little bit more
To life than joining a group
And playing the guitar)
Yeah, Dad, what is there to life
Mister Cook (yes)
You have a son named Robert
Robert Cook, age seventeen (yes)
I`m sorry, Mister Cook
You better come down
To the station house
You son is dead (dead, how)
He died of an overdose (oh, God)
Zondag 1 maart 1970
Melancholy Moon
Melancholy Moon
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
It's a melancholy moon, making magic in an empty night
It's a sorry serenade that's being played when you're not near me
And I long to hold you near me
So my darling if you hear me
Let the stars begin to shine
Let me see them in your eyes tonight
Give the music back its charms
Don't let these arms remain without you
Oh my love the world without you is a world that's out of tune
It's a sorry serenade to a mighty lonely me and a melancholy moon
Make it soon, here we'll be a mighty lonely me and a melancholy moon
Zondag 1 maart 1970
Once Upon A Time In The West
Once Upon A Time In The West
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits
Some people get a cheap laugh
breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up the progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough for room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
Still gonna get you if don't do something
Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course
You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force
Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden
Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the innocent team
A heap of trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guessed, once upon a time in the west
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west...
Zaterdag 28 februari 1970
Melancholy Mood
Melancholy Mood
Composer(s): Vic Knight; Walter Schumann
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and various other artists
Melancholy mood forever haunts me
Steals upon me in the night
Forever taunts me
Oh, what a lonely soul am I
Stranded high and dry
By a melancholy mood
Gone is every joy and inspiration
Tears are all I have to show
No consolation
All I can see is grief and gloom
Till the crack of doom
Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night
I search for a trace
Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace
But love is a whimsy
And as flimsy as lace
And my arms embrace an empty space
Melancholy mood, why must you blind me
Pity me and break the chains
The chains that bind me
Won't you release me, set me free
Bring him back to me
Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night
I search for a trace
Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace
But love is a whimsy
As flimsy as lace
And my arms embrace an empty space
Melancholy mood, why must you blind me
Pity me and break the chains
The chains that bind me
Won't you release me, set me free
Bring him back to me
Oh, melancholy mood
And set me free
Oh, melancholy mood
Zaterdag 28 februari 1970
Once Upon A Time (Tony Bennett)
Once Upon A Time
Composer(s): Lee Adams; Charles Strouse
Perfomer(s): Tony Bennett;
and various other artists
Once upon a time, a girl with moonlight in her eyes
Put her hand in mine and said she loved me so
But that was once upon a time, very long ago
Once upon a time, we sat beneath the willow tree
Counting all the stars and waiting for the dawn
But that was once upon a time – now the tree has gone
How the breeze ruffled through her hair
How we always laughed as though tomorrow wasn’t there
We were young and didn’t have a care
Where did it go?
Once upon a time, the world was sweeter than we knew
Everything was ours – how happy we were then
But, somehow, once upon a time never comes again
Zaterdag 28 februari 1970
#9 Dream
#9 Dream
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon; A-Ha; R.E.M.
So long ago
Was it in a dream
Was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real
It seemed so real to me
Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain
Two spirits dancing so strange
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?
On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Vrijdag 27 februari 1970
Melancholy Melon
Melancholy Melon
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul; James Coburn
Performer(s): Lynsey de Paul
I am feeling like a melon
I am feeling like a meloncholy melon
I am feeling like a meloncholy melon in a heatwave
Wish I wasn't so mellow
Wish I wasn't so mellow turning yellow
Wish I wasn't so mellow turning yellow in a heatwave
I need your soft breeze
Blowing 'cross the desert from the palm trees
To cool me down
I want your slow rain
Falling in the valleys and the low plains
Can't you see I'm not a cactus
Can't you see the fact is I'm not a cactus
Can't you see the fact is I'm not a cactus in a heatwave
aaah...
Don't want more sunshine
I can't take more heat
I don't need more nothing to make me ripe and sweet
I need your soft breeze
Blowing 'cross the desert from the palm trees
To cool me down
I want your slow rain
Falling in the valleys and the low plains
Don't you know that I am ready
Don't you know that I am edible and ready
Don't you know that I am edible and ready and I'm hot
I am feeling like a melon
I am feeling like a melancholy melon
I am feeling like a melancholy melon in a heatwave
aaah...
Vrijdag 27 februari 1970
Once Upon A Time (Tom Jones)
