Zondag 30 maart 1969
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Zaterdag 29 maart 1969
Mañana C'est Carnaval
Mañana C'est Carnaval
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Petit voyou de favela
Enfant des rues de là-bas
Moi j'aime tes concerts
Sur boite de conserve
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Petite fille de favela
Fille de fille de joie
Tu n'as qu'un seul soulier
Pour aller à la fête
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Ils m'ont dragué à l'autocar
Dans ce paradis de bazar
Et j'ai perdu deux trois dollars
A une course de cafards
Viva gringo, viva el gringo
C'est moi le gringo
Les enfants ont bien rigolé
Et moi aussi j'ai rigolé
Vous avez faim? On va manger
Le gringo c'est fait pour payer
Viva gringo, viva el gringo
Petits voyous de favela
On a plongé tous les trois
Dans la grande ville folle
Qui peignait ses guignols
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Mañana, c'est carnaval
Pour qu'ils soient très bien déguisés
On a couru le grand marché
Couronnes d'or, capes dorées
Ce qu'ils volaient, je le payais
Viva gringo, viva el gringo
Et puis ils m'ont perdu dans la nuit
Pour remonter dans leur pays
Et faire avec leurs habits
Un royaume dans leur taudis
Viva gringo, viva el gringo
Petits voyous de favela
J'aurai des larmes de joie
Demain au défilé
Vous serez roi et reine...
Mañana, c'est carnaval ...
Zaterdag 29 maart 1969
13 Steps Lead Down
13 Steps Lead Down
Performer(s): Elvis Costello
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back
I won't refuse if you know how to use it
Just stop playing that ugly drug music
Chorus:
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
There's commoners and kings
And everyone's a prisoner of
Paper and glue
And a decent pair of scissors
So tonight I'm drinking to your health
Because I just can't stand myself
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
She stands and fails
On fashion fingernails
Her lovers have her walking 'round
On instruments of torture
And one of them is poisonous
The other is a thief they say
So what one could give to her
The other cannot take away
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
And lies in her splendour for a picture opportunity
Cover up that bruise, put on patent leather shoes
Just stop playing that bad mood music
Chorus
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
Vrijdag 28 maart 1969
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
Composer(s): Bobby Russell
Performer(s): Bobby Russell
He's the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
'n' you can see him ev'ry weekend
with a car full of kids and snow cones
And the people 'cross town don't know his name
But on Franklin Pike Circle he's king
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
Well, at five thirty-five at the corner of Franklin and Walnut
A blue station wagon comes slidin' around the corner
And on down Franklin Pike Circle all you're seein' is a streak of blue
And pulls in the drive at the address of 1432
And he says "My head aches and my back hurts and I don't feel like talkin'"
"Don't wan' go the show to see Doctor Zhivago"
"Don't wanna take the dog out walkin'"
"I wanna sit right here in this easy chair, it's been a jungle all day, you know"
The 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero is home
He was out pitching ball with the kids in the neighborhood yesterday
And the ole major-leaguer had to quit 'cause he said he threw his arm away
And the kids all hid behind the hedge and laughed at him but wouldn't let it show
Because they love him so
He's the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
He's the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
'n' you can see him ev'ry weekend with a car full of kids and snow cones
An', ya know, people 'cross town don't know his name
But on Franklin Pike Circle he's king
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
Well, he won a little pony at the Hill High auction just the other day
And he di'n't mean to do it and he wanted to give the pony away
a-When they called out his name he tried not to claim it
But the kids started cryin' 'cause they'd already named it
And who's up ev'ry Saturday morning?
Saddling his new toy? You guessed it
The 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Cowboy
He's the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
'n' you can see him ev'ry weekend with a car full of kids and snow cones
Durin' Christmas took the kids down to see the floats
When he wanted t'stay home and watch the Baltimore Colts
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
Well the ten-thirty news usually finds our hero is a sleepy head
And Peter's out somewhere wreckin' the car
And the rest 'the kids have gone to bed
So she takes his hand, they climb the stairs and he falls asleep
And she bends over him so tenderly to kiss his cheek
'cause she loves him so, and she's lucky, you know?
To be married to the 1432
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
He's the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
'n' you can see him ev'ry weekend with a car full of kids and snow cones
Fade
Christmas time he took 'em down to see the floats
When he wanted t'stay home and watch the Baltimore Colts
1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero
Donderdag 27 maart 1969
Mañana
Mañana
Composer(s): Victoria Eugenia Sepúlveda
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Mañana, cuando ya estés lejos
cuando ya estés sola, me recordarás
tus labios ansiarán mis besos
tus ojos por mí llorarán
Mañana en tu pensamiento
reinará el deseo
de que vuelva de nuevo a ti
Mañana, cuando ya esté lejos
cuando ya estés sola me recordarás
entonces sólo una palabra
que mis labios digan
hará que regreses amándome más
Mañana en tu pensamiento
reinará el deseo
de que vuelva de nuevo a ti
Mañana, cuando ya esté lejos
cuando ya estés sola me recordarás
entonces sólo una palabra
que mis labios digan
hará que regreses amándome más
Donderdag 27 maart 1969
15 Minutes Of Fame
15 Minutes Of Fame
Composer(s): Randy Bachman
Performer(s): Randy Bachman
They all go to London
Just to play the game
They try to be different
Cuz they just can't be the same
They change their hair their sex
Their makeup and their name
They give the people what they want
So no one is to blame
(chorus)
They just want 15 minutes
15 minutes of fame
Can't play much music
But they make a lotta noise
They hang in the right places
Trying to be one of the boys
Spend all their money on their habits and their toys
Creative spending of record advances
That's how they get their joys
(chorus)
(chorus)
If you go to London
You're sure to see the sight
A half a million people
Trying to make it overnight
They want their 15 minutes
They want their 15 minutes
And they'll get their 15 minutes
15 minutes of fame
Just being outrageous seems to be teir game
Make headlines in the music press again and again
London is the launching pad for their name
And pretty soon they're number one in the U S of A
They got their 15 minutes
They got their 15 minutes
They got their 15 minutes of fame
15 minutes of fame
15 minutes of fame
Woensdag 26 maart 1969
Managua, Nicaragua
Managua, Nicaragua
Composer(s): Albert Gamse; Irving Fields
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo
and various other artists
Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
You buy a hacienda for a few pesos down
You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
But her papa doesn't let you come in
Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"
I have been to many tropic ports
I might include even Brooklyn
If you're ever feelin' out of sorts
I'd like to recommend a look in...
Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Olé, olé
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
You buy a hosienda for a few pesos down
You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
But her papa doesn't let you come in
Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"
Every day is made for play and fun
'Cause every day is fiesta
And they work from twelve o'clock to one
Minus an hour for siesta
Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Olé, olé
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Woensdag 26 maart 1969
15 Times
15 Times
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Move along, move along, move along
Said the man with the uniform on
Get away, get away, get away
Said the goldfish to the whale
Oh what have I done now
And the goldfish replied you fool
You're too big for me
And I'm too yellow for you
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
Said the greyhound to her pup
What a life, what a life, what a life
Said the husband to his wife
Oh Where did we go wrong
And the husband to put it crude
Said you're no fun anymore
And I'm fed up with
You and me and baby makes
3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10 and 11
12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!
And again, and again, and again
Said the masochist to his friend
What a cheek, what a cheek, what a cheek
Said the hen to the Portuguese
Oh what have we done wrong
And the hen replied you fools
You're too many for me
And I'm too chicken for
You and me and baby makes
3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10 and 11
12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!
Dinsdag 25 maart 1969
Man With Money
Man With Money
Composer(s): Don Everly; Phil Everly
Originally performed by: The Everly Brothers
Covered by various other artists
She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy
What good does it do to give her love good and true?
When any fool would understand
She thinks money makes a man
She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
She wants the things you buy with money and not a poor boy
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Just down the street, I know a place
When they're asleep, I'll cover my face
I'll break the lock, open the door
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store
Then I'll be a man with lots of money and not a poor boy
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey and not a poor boy
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Dinsdag 25 maart 1969
157 Riverside Avenue
157 Riverside Avenue
Composer(s): Neal Doughty
Performer(s): R.E.O. Speedwagon
We flew into town on Sunday
had to find a place by Monday
Tried Bridgeport and Westport
'til we found a place that we thought would do
157 Riverside Avenue
Saugatuck river's flowin', mother nature's colors were showin'
So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue
Not enough time, too many things to do
We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, she said, "can I make love to you"
We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue
It's over, miss Lena, we're leaving
Such a pleasant stay, I must say
So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you
At 157 Riverside Avenue
Maandag 24 maart 1969
Män Utan Kvinnor
Män Utan Kvinnor
Composer(s): Ulf Lundell
Performer(s): Ulf Lundell
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi är på drift i världen
Vi är allas och ingens vän
och vi dricker ibland
och vi längtar efter nånting
att dö för
Vi längtar efter godsen
Vi längtar efter familjerna
Vi längtar efter mening
här i världen
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi sa ett sista ord
och vi ljuger ibland
men vi håller vad vi lovar
Vi är riddare i en värld av
väderkvarnar
Vi skall aldrig mer gå ner oss
Var och en av oss är hövding nu
Om en av oss faller
tar en annan hans plats
Och stolta skall vi stiga fram
som örnar och som kungar
Och vi skyller inte från oss
lika lite som vi ber om ursäkt
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi vill riva Maya-slöjan
Vi vill se bakom viljan
Vi hör bergen till och stigarna
och havet
Vi ska finna vad vi söker
ibland kvinnor utan män
Vi kan aldrig nå varann
men vi är invigda i samma hemlighet
Män utan kvinnor
Maandag 24 maart 1969
15e Round
15e Round
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer mes gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Frappe du gauche! frappe des mains
Avance toujours! avance!
Fais gaffe au contre! serre bien les poings!
Avance toujours! avance!
Rentre le tête! ton crochet droit!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es un ringard! t'as pas de souffle!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es pas mobile! et t'es trop lourd!
Avance toujours! avance!
Les coups sonnent! on aime ça!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es trop vieux et c'est la dernière fois
Qu't'avances toujours! qu't'avances!
J'aimerais revoir ma mère, v'là mon grand qui rentre
Tout petit en plein hiver au chaud dans son ventre
Un petit jardin discret des soucis et des pensées
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
C'est souvent dur à porter toute la violence
Tu peux pas te raconter faire des confidences
Une fois qu'il est sectionné le cordon vital
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
J'ai mal aux mains, j'ai mal aux os
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
J'relève mes poings, j'fais le gros dos
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je touche trente sacs pour ce boulot
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Si j'dormais plus, j'aurais l'tempo
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je l'ai touché! ça coule à flot!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Il y a du sang plein les carreaux
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je vais l'finir! j'aurai sa peau!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Crochet au foie! j'suis dans l'sirop!
Je suis un fou, un paumé, j'ai les mains qui tremblent
Je veux bien t'imaginer, une vie ensemble
Je vais rentrer à l'hôtel dans la jungle des poubelles
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
Mon poids mort sur son divan j'ai le corps qui vibre
Une marée en dedans qui perd l'équilibre
J'ai envie de faire l'amour lentement et en plein jour
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer les gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Zondag 23 maart 1969
Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
Composer(s): Norman Span
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
and various other artists
I say let us put man and a woman together
To find out which one is smarter
Some say man but I say no
The woman got the man de day should know
And not me but the people they say
That de man are leading de women astray
But I say, that the women of today
Smarter than the man in every way
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter, that’s right, that’s right
Ever since the world began
Woman was always teaching man
And I you listen to my bid attentively
I goin’ tell you how she smarter than me
Samson was the strongest man long ago
No one could a beat him, as we all know
Until he clash with Deliah on top of the bed
She told them all the strength was in the hair of his head
You meet a girl at a pretty dance
Thinking that you would stand a chance
Take her home, thinking she’s alone
Open de door you find her husband home
I was treating a girl independently
She was making baby for me
When de baby born and I went to see
Eyes was blue it was not by me
Garden of Eden was very nice
Adam never work in Paradise
Eve meet snake, Paradise gone
She make Adam work from that day on
Methusaleh spent all his life in tears
Lived without a woman for 900 years
One day he decided to have some fun
The poor man never lived to see 900 and one
Zondag 23 maart 1969
16th Avenue
16th Avenue
Composer(s): Tom Schuyler
Performer(s): Janie Fricke & Lacy J. Dalton
From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue
With a million dollar spirit
And an old flat-top guitar
They drive to town with all they own
In a hundred dollar car
`Cause one time someone told them
About a friend of a friend they knew
Who owns, you know, a studio
On 16th Avenue
Now some are born to money
They've never had to say "Survive"
And others swing a nine-pound hammer
Just to stay alive
There's cowboys, drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue
Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Roll off of someone's tongue
And after years of being nothin'
They're all looking right at you
And for a while they'll go in style
On 16th Avenue
Hey, it looks so uneventful
So quiet and discreet
But a lot of lives where changed
Down on that little one-way street
`Cause they walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue
From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to sing for me and you.........Fade
Zaterdag 22 maart 1969
Man Piaba
Man Piaba
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; Henry Rollins
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte; The Seriously Unserious Trio
When I was a lad of three-foot-three
Certain questions occurred to me
So I asked me father quite seriously
To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee
He stammered and he stuttered pathetically
And this is what he said to me
He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba
and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I went and ask a good friend of mine
Known to the world as Albert Einstein
He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
There existed the force of relativity
Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when
The solar system in one light year
Make the Hayden planetarium disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I grabbed a boat and went abroad
In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud
He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch
Put the body down up on the couch
I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation
Hey love and hate is psychosomatic
Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri pathetic
It all started with a broken sibling
In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have me self a bride
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety three
I don't give a darn you see
If the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
Zaterdag 22 maart 1969
17 (Lazy Sod)
17 (Lazy Sod)
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols
You're only 29 got a lot to learn
But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return
we make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do
we don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace no reality
I don't work I just speed that's all I need
I'm a lazy sod
say you're lazy
I'm a lazy sod
I can't even be bothered
Lazy!
Vrijdag 21 maart 1969
Man Overboard
Man Overboard
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch
Too much too soon, sure was sweet
Foreign cars soft leather seats
Foreign prices can't compete
We can't go back, were in too deep
Man overboard
For rich or poor
They all want more
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
You can't ignore
It's so hard core
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man get laid off, he can't eat, Vietnam Vet., he can't sleep
Big Rolls Royce drivin' down the street two sexy blondes in the back seat!
Man Overboard
When it rains, it pours
I vote against
I don't vote for
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
No he can't afford
You've got enough
But we want more
He's gone to far, man overboard
I'm bored over everything I read
I'm bored over everything on T.V.
I'm bored over you
I'm bored over me
I'm overboard
Way overboard
Man overboard!
Man overboard
I'm falling overboard
We'll I'm so bored
They've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
It's all their fault
I've think I gone too far, man overboard
Vrijdag 21 maart 1969
17 Ans (Georges Moustaki)
17 Ans
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
17 ans
Une femme une enfant
Qui ne sait rien encore
Et découvre son corps
Que le soleil enivre
Et que la nuit délivre
17 ans
Un sourire innocent
Et le regard docile
Sous un rideau de cils
Mais une faim de loup
Et une soif de tout
17 ans
Des seins de satin blanc
Semblent narguer le vent
De leur charme insolent
17 ans
Et prendre encore le temps
Le temps de refuser
Le monde organisé
Et faire à l'heure présente
Un aujourd'hui qui chante
17 ans
Et vivre à chaque instant
Ses caprices d'enfant
Ses désirs exigeants
17 ans
J'étais adolescent
Et je le suis encore
En découvrant ton corps
Comme un fruit éclaté
Comme un cri révolté
17 ans déjà
17 ans tu n'as
Que 17 ans
Mon amour
Mon enfant
Donderdag 20 maart 1969
Man On Your Mind
Man On Your Mind
Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock; Kerryn Tolhurst
Performer(s): Little River Band;
Birtles Shorrock Goble; Beeb Birtles
I can feel it floating away
Inch by inch, day by day
Love boat set itself free
Castaway, slipping out to sea
I can feel it coming adrift
Even a blind man could see the rift
From an ocean liner to a Chinese Junk
There ain't been a ship that can't be sunk
I used to dream it could last forever
But pipedreams never come true
I'd be foolin' myself if I never
Thought something like this
Couldn't happen to you
I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
You don't know just what you got till it's gone
I guess you heard that a lot but it's true
It's not just a game
You can't change your life
By changing your name
It's not something you can hide away
Sooner or later it starts to show
It's written on your face
You've been betrayed
Do you really believe that I don't know
I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
It's already fallen
So it's no use to fight
And if he starts callin'
Let him know you're with me
For the rest of the night
Ooh I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Donderdag 20 maart 1969
17 Ans (Jean Ferrat)
