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Donderdag 8 mei 1969
Many Rivers To Cross
Many Rivers To Cross
Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff
Originally performed by: Jimmy Cliff
Covered by various other artists
Many rivers to cross
But I can`t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it`s only my will
That keeps me alive
I`ve been licked, washed up for years and
I merely survive because of my pride
And this loneliness won`t leave me alone
It`s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left and she didn't say why
Well I guess I have to try
Many rivers to cross but just where to begin
I`m playing for time
There`ll be times I find myself thinking
Of committing some dreadful crime
I`ve got many rivers to cross
But I can`t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it`s only my will
That keeps me alive
I`ve been licked, washed up for years and
I merely survive because of my pride
Donderdag 8 mei 1969
40th And Plum
40th And Plum
Performer(s): Wayne Raney
Now I come from the country
But boy I'm a-tellin' you
We treat our neighbors better
Than you city-slickers do
One met me on the street one day
And he started pokin' fun
When he asked me on which street I lived
I said 40th and Plum
He said where?
Well, I said 40 miles from town
And plumb back in the sticks
Out where we raise gentlemen
Even though you call us hicks
Now you may think I'm ig-nor-ant
But boy we sure have fun
A-way out in the country
On 40th and Plum
Well, I went into a bar one night
To have myself a ball
I ordered a double zombie
That's the last that I recall
The bartender wanted to take me home
And he asked me where I's from
I looked at him thru bloodshot eyes
Said 40th and Plum
He said where?
Well, I said 40 miles from town
And plumb back in the sticks
Out where we raise gentlemen
Even though you call us hicks
Now you may think I'm ig-nor-ant
But boy we sure have fun
A-way out in the country
On 40th and Plum
Well, he threw me out into the street
And boy, I blew my top
Somebody said you better quiet-en down
I didn't know he was a cop
He said, "You drunk, I'll take you home
Just where did you come from?"
I shoved him back, yelled in his face
Said 40th and Plum
He said where?
Well, I said 40 miles from town
And plumb back in the sticks
Out where we raise gentlemen
Even though you call us hicks
Now you may think I'm ig-nor-ant
But boy we sure have fun
A-way out in the country
On 40th and Plum
Woensdag 7 mei 1969
Many A Wonderful Moment
Many A Wonderful Moment
Composer(s): Hal David; Sidney Lipman
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney
Many a wonderful, many a beautiful moment
I spent holding you
Many a marvellous, many a heavenly moment
I spent kissing you
My darling though you're gone
The magic lingers on
Come back and let it be
Just like before
Sharing many a wonderful, many a beautiful moment
Evermore
My darling though you're gone
The magic lingers on
Come back and let it be
Just like before
Sharing many a wonderful, many a beautiful moment
Evermore
Many a wonderful, many a beautiful moment
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore .....
Woensdag 7 mei 1969
42nd Street (Golden Earring)
42nd Street
Composer(s): Barry Hay; George Kooymans; Roelfzema
Performer(s): Golden Earring
Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers
Some of them laugh, some of them sing
Some of them don't do a goddamn thing
Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters
Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits
Moonlight circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night
Deals going down, midnight in town
Down into the subways, the underground tunnels
A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park it's scary with frights
Somebody shot out all the streetlights
Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers
All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers
Out of the limo that looks like a boat
The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat
Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin
A deal's going down this side of town
People walk on fleet feet
On the way down 42nd Street
Except for the bums, down for the count
That one's dead but no one's found out
And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass
When she moves that thing, she must move it fast
Cop with a nightstick, checking around
A neon lit junkie slides to the ground
Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk
Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same
4 A.M. people are crashing
Where the hookers are huddled
Colored raindrops are splashing
The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town
Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype
But under the lights, I'm feeling alright
On 42nd Street, it's just another night
Dinsdag 6 mei 1969
Many A New Day
Many A New Day
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II; Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Joan Roberts;
and various other artists
(Laurey)
Why should a woman who is healthy and strong
Blubber like a baby if her man goes away
A-weepin' and a-wailin' how he's done her wrong?
That's one thing you'll never hear me say
Never gonna think that the man I lose
Is the only man among men
I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care
I'll buy me a brand new dress to wear
I'll scrub my neck and I'll brush my hair
And start all over again
Many a new face will please my eye
Many a new love will find me
Never have I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
Many a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
"Where has last July gone?"
Never have I wandered through the rye
Wonderin' where has some guy gone
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
(Together)
Many a new face will please my eye
Many a new love will find me
Never have I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
(Laurey)
Never have I chased the honeybee
Who carelessly cajoled me
Somebody else just as sweet as he
Cheered me and consoled me
Never have I wept into my tea
Over the deal someone doled me
(Together)
Many a new day will dawn
(Laurey)
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
(Together)
Many a new face will please my eye
Many a new love will find me
Never have I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me
Many a new day will dawn
(Laurey)
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
Dinsdag 6 mei 1969
Noir C'Est Noir
Noir C'Est Noir
English & Italian Titles:
Black Is Black; Di Me Cosa Ne Sai?
Composer(s): M. Pasquin; Steve Wadey; Tony Hayes
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Noir c'est noir
Il n'y a plus d'espoir
Oui gris c'est gris
Et c'est fini, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ça me rend fou j'ai cru à ton amour
Et je perds tout
Je suis dans le noir
J'ai du mal à y croire
Au gris de l'ennui
Et je te crie, oh, oh, oh, oh
Je ferai tout pour sauver notre amour
Tout jusqu'au bout
Si un mot peut tout changer je le trouverai
Il ne faut plus en douter, il faut essayer
Noir c'est noir
Il n'est jamais trop tard
Pour moi du gris j'n'en veux plus dans ma vie, oh, oh
Ça me rend fou de perdre ton amour
Je te l'avoue
Maintenant pour le sauver à tout je suis prêt
A l'instant de la vérité pourquoi en douter
Noir c'est noir il me reste l'espoir
Oui gris c'est gris je n'veux plus d'ennuis, oh, oh
Ça vaut le coup de sauver notre amour
Rien que pour nous
De sauver notre amour
Rien que pour nous
Dinsdag 6 mei 1969
44 Stories
44 Stories
Composer(s): Rosanne Cash;
John Leventhal; Robert Burke Warren
Performer(s): Rosanne Cash
Baptize her with bitter tears
till she knows your pain is real
Next time you see her on her knees, don't try to make a deal
Don't stare her into silence, with frozen point of view
'Cause she's got 44 stories: she wants to tell them all to you
Welcome her to all your fears and trust that she will cope
Give her one day of satisfaction for a thousand years of hope
Don't turn to dry your eyes, and lose your chance to look
'Cause she's got 44 stories: she wants to write them in a book
Instrumental break
Wait until your mem'ry clears, then welcome her to Rome
The desert of your misspent years that led you to her home
Don't hold her up to sunlight, she'll melt into the blue
Don't make her shout through static if you want hear the truth
'Cause she's got 44 stories
She's got 44 stories
She's got 44 stories: she wants to tell them all to you
Maandag 5 mei 1969
Many A Mile To Freedom
Many A Mile To Freedom
Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood
Performer(s): Traffic;
Marianne Faithfull; Silver Shoes
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow
Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
And together we melt like the snow
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow
A few more miles to go
Miles to freedom
Maandag 5 mei 1969
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
Composer(s): Gary Browne;
John Madara; Dave White Tricker
Performer(s): The Pixies Three
After school is over, we can have some fun
Bring the boys and, baby, I want you to come
All my girlfriends are gonna be there
(We'll be there) Let me tell you where
CHORUS:
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
Come along, come on
Just tap twice on this door
442 Glenwood Avenue
Goofy Eddie's gonna bring his ukelele
Groovy Freddy's going to dance all night with Sherry
I can't wait 'til I see you there
(See you there) Let me tell you again, the number's
Chorus
(Fun fun fun fun) We'll turn the lights down lower
(Fun fun fun fun) We'll dance a little slower
(Fun fun fun fun) And when the party's over
You'll walk me home
Now let me hang up the phone
But don't forget the number
Chorus
But don't forget the number
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
(Repeart while fading)
Zondag 4 mei 1969
Manuella
Manuella
Spanish Title: Viva La Quince Brigada
Composer(s): Pete Seeger; B. Bergman
Performer(s): Dalida
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Péon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle fit passer la frontière
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
A tous ceux qui volontaires,
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Voulaient défendre l'Espagne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Dans la cinquième brigade
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Ils venaient de par le monde
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
De Paris, Moscou ou Londres
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Et certains ont croit savoir
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Qu'ils venaient de nulle part
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
"Mais en 1937, près du café Tranquilidade alors que la cinquième brigade
doit quitter l'Espagne elle périt dans l'embuscade que lui tendait l'ennemi"
Elle avait seize ans à peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Mais n'ayez pas trop de peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son action ne fut pas vaine
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Son action de fut pas vaine
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Péon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella,Aïe Manuella
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Zondag 4 mei 1969
45th Floor
45th Floor
Composer(s): Bill Champlin; Tom Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Politician drivin' down the road
Flashin' that smile that got him the vote
Here's another country girl
He's teachin' her about the world in his room
On the 45th floor - get 'em all while they're young
Campaign money comes rollin' in
Ain't nobody askin' where it's been
Talk about a smokin' gun
What'd we pay to get his son out of jail?
Don't inhale
On the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
Used to be a rumour goin' round
The people tried to run my man outta town
We thought we'd see him ride the rails
No one's ever gonna nail him down
All because of the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
None of these fools ever thinks about the pain they cause
It's all about an image to uphold
How could anybody be so bold?
Takin' all the candy from the hands of a child
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on.
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
Zaterdag 3 mei 1969
Manuela (Julio Iglesias)
Manuela
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro; Ana Magdalena
Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Como noche como sueños
son los ojos negros
de mi amor Manuela
Como espiga en primavera
como luna llena es mi amor Manuela
Sus palabras cariñosas
la mirada inquieta
de mi amor Manuela
Tiene mis sentidos presos
y todos mis sueños para Manuela
Desde que llegó a mi vida
desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela
Soy dichoso como nadie
porque cada día me espera
la dulzura de sus besos
y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela
Cada día, cada instante
mi ilusión más grande
es ver a Manuela
Sólo vio, sólo pienso
sólo sé que existo por mi amor Manuela
Desde que llegó a mi vida
desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela
Soy dichoso como nadie
porque cada día me espera
la dulzura de sus besos
y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela
Zaterdag 3 mei 1969
48 Crash
48 Crash
Composer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn; Mike Chapman
Performer(s): Suzi Quatro
Well you got the hands of a man
and the face of a little boy blue-ue
And when you stand you're so grand
there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo
You're so young, you could have been the devil's son
You're so young, but like a hang up
I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone
Refrain:
Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash, that's the 48 Crash
You've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo-o
And you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o
You're so young, you're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young, but like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and you'll run
Refrain
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, Aaagh!
You know the 48 Crash comes like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the 48 Crash
48 Crash (Repeat And Fade)
Vrijdag 2 mei 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (Italian Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Arnaldi; Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Quattro stagioni chiuso là
Tra quattro muri di prigione
E io ad attenderlo Manuel
Ho rifiorito il suo giardino
Ed ho contato ogni mattino
Che divideva a me Manuel
La stesso treno cento volte
Per dir davanti a un secondino
Frasi d'amore senza senso
Leggevo dentro gli occhi suoi
Lacrime trattenute a stento
Fa male quando un uomo piange
La porta è aperta
Sulla libertà
La pioggia non può cambiar
Questa felicità
E c'è mancato poco che
Non trascinasse il suo destino
Su di una brutta via Manuel
Per un error di gioventù
Ha detto addio alla gioventù
Come farà a scordar, Manuel
Pensava di farla finita
Io mi sforzavo di esser lieta
Per dargli fede nella vita
Dicevo' non ti preoccupare
Mimmo ti riconoscerà
Gli parlo sempre di suo padre
La porta è aperta
Sulla libertà
La pioggia non può cambiar
La mia felicità
Quattro stagioni chiuso là
Tra quattro muri di prigione
E io ad attenderlo Manuel
E' proprio oggi che ritorna
Stanno annunciando il treno che
Riporterà da me Manuel
Ho messo dappertutto rose
Ho messo il vestito a fiori
E quello che piace a Manuel
Entriamo in casa tutti e tre
Io credo ch'è cambiato ormai
Stasera dorme qua
Manuel
Vrijdag 2 mei 1969
48 Hour Parole
48 Hour Parole
Composer(s): Allan Clarke; Tony Hicks; Terry Sylvester
Performer(s): The Hollies
I'm gettin out and steppin' in
to somewhere where it's warmer
First come will be first served
You'd better put in your order
Been out in the cold far too long
gonna set the town on fire (fire)
If you're not with me you better step aside
this boy's out for the kill kickin' higher
Oh 48 hour parole,
but I got to be a good boy
Oh 48 hour parole
Toein' the line ain't my style
and I ain't looking for trouble
I wasn't born I was carved out of stone
so don't try bustin' my bubble
chorus
verse 1
verse 2
chorus x3
Donderdag 1 mei 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (German Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Balasko; Hachfeld;
Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Ich wartete des ganze jahr
Solang er im gefängnis war
Ich wartete auf ihn Manuel
So gingen tag und nacht vorbei
Sein garten blühte wuchs anfs neu
Wie meine sehnsucht nach Manuel
Ich fuhr zu ihm wohl hundert mal
Sprach durch das gitter voller qual
Ein leeres, dummes wort von Liebe
Ich sah in seine augen nur
Er wischte fort die tränenspur
Ich sollte ihn nicht weinen sehen
Das tor steht offen, und die freibeit lacht
Wenn auch der regen nun noch fälit
Es ist schön auf der welt
Er hat so gut wie nichts getan
Das schicksal warf ihn aus der bahn
Und anf den falschen weg, Manuel
Ein unbedachter jugendstreich
Erschütterte sein leben gleich
Ob er des je vergisst, Manuel
Am anfang dachte ich daran
Er tut sich selber etwas an
Ich gab ihm wieder selbstvertrauen
Ich sagte nimm es nicht so schwer
Denk auch an Pierre, er liebt dich sehr
Wir sprechen oft von seinem vater
Das tor steht offen, und die freiheit lacht
Wenn auch der Regen nun noch fällt
Es ist schön auf der welt
Ich wartete das gauze jahr
Solang er im gefängnis war
Ich wartete anf ihn Manuel
Und heute kommt er nun nach haus
Ich steh am zug und er steigt aus
Wirft sich an meine Brust Manuel
Die Blumen stehen schon bereit
Ich trag das bunte sommerkleid
Das er an mir besonders liebte
Nun weiss ich alles ist vorbei
Er kommt zurück, ist wieder frei
Heut abend gehn wir aus Manuel
Donderdag 1 mei 1969
49 Bye-Byes
49 Bye-Byes
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash
49 reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend
Steady girl, be my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand,
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
Steady girl, be my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Woensdag 30 april 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (French Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison
Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel
J'ai vu refleurir son jardin et j'ai compté chaque matin
Qui me ramènerait Manuel
J'ai pris cent fois le même train pour échanger devant témoin
Des mots d'amour sans importance
Je savais lire dans ses yeux
Des larmes cachées de son mieux
C'est dur de voir pleurer un homme
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté
Même la pluie ne change rien
Il fait beau ce matin
Il a suffit de presque rien pour faire basculer son destin
Sur les mauvais chemins Manuel
Pour une erreur de jeunesse il a entamé sa jeunesse
Pourra-t-il oublier Manuel
Il a parfois pensé au pire moi je m'efforçais de sourire
Et de lui redonner confiance
Je disais ne t'inquiète pas Jean François te reconnaîtra
Je lui parle souvent de son père
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté
Même la pluie ne change rien
Il fait beau ce matin
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison
Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel
C'est aujourd'hui qu'il me revient
Je vais l'attendre au dernier train
Qui me ramènera Manuel
J'ai coupé des fleurs ce matin
J'ai remis la robe de satin puisque c'est celle qu'il préfère
Voilà qu'il rentre à la maison
Moi je vais croire qu'il tiendra bon
Ce soir je dine avec
Manuel
Woensdag 30 april 1969
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