Donderdag 1 mei 1969
49 Bye-Byes
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49 Bye-Byes
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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
2 X 2
2 X 2
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
One by one, they followed the sun
One by one, until there were none
Two by two, to their lovers they flew
Two by two, into the foggy dew
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive
Six by six, they were playing with tricks
How many paths did they try and fail?
How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?
Seven by seven, they headed for heaven
Eight by eight, they got to the gate
Nine by nine, they drank the wine
Ten by ten, they drank again
How many tomorrow's have are they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark
Two by two, they step in the dark
Three by three, they're turning the key
Four by four, they turn it some more
One by one, they follow the sun
Two by two, to another rendezvous
Dinsdag 29 april 1969
Manuel (Caterina Valente)
Manuel
Performer(s): Caterina Valente
Manuel
du Chico
du sangst so schön
da war der Fremde in der Kirche da
Manuel
dein Vater
der ließ dich geh'n
er nahm das viele Geld und sagte ja
Manuel
der Junge aus Kastilein
der war
Manuel
dann über Nacht ein Star
Und in der großen Welt
da kam das große Geld
das steckten alle ein
doch nur nicht du
nein
Canta
canta Manuel
canta
canta Manuel
Canta
canta
Manuel
ich las den Brief
den du schriebst
du willst bei deinem Lied zu Hause sein
Manuel
ich kenn' das Dorf
das du liebst
nun bist du eingesperrt in Stadt und Stein
Manuel
ich kam und hab' dich weinen geseh'n
Manuel
du wolltest mit mir geh'n
Denn in der großen Welt
da gibt es Ruhm und Geld
doch es gibt eines nicht
gibt kein Zuhaus'
nein
Canta
canta Manuel
canta
canta Manuel
Canta
canta
Manuel
dann hab' ich gar nichts getan
ich brachte dich nicht mal zurück nach Haus
Manuel
und dein Konzert
das fing an
es war wie immer
du bekamst Applaus
Manuel
ich wüßte gern
für wen du jetzt singst
Manuel
wem du heut' Freude bringst
Da in der großen Welt
da gibt es Ruhm und Geld
doch es gibt eines nicht
gibt kein Zuhaus'
nein
Dinsdag 29 april 1969
20/20
20/20
Composer(s): Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): George Benson
When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard
You were tryin' to tell me all along
Something in the love was missing
You said "It's not too late to get it back"
But I just wasn't listening
If I knew back then what I know now
If I understood the what, when, why and how
Now it's clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Now I see it in a different light
I've been losin' you in stages
Give us one more chance
I'll get it right
Girl , you're gonna see some changes
If I knew back then what I know now
If i understood the what, when, why and how
Now it's clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Takin' time to catch up on some history
Tryin' to figure out what went wrong
with you and me
And it doesn't really matter
what's been before
But I know there's no future
with you walkin' out that door
Maandag 28 april 1969
Manque De Toi
Manque De Toi
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'veux pas finir comme une momie à Miami
Floride très peu pour moi
Qu'on met sur la plage au soleil à midi
Qu'on retrouve bronzé, mais froid
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais, si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Je t'attendrai, s'il le faut, toutes les nuits
Zombie devant chez toi
J'te promets, je ne chant'rai pas sous la pluie
J'ai pas l'humour pour ça
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais
C'est pas évident pour toi
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Question de feeling entre nous tu sais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Mais avec toi si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Maandag 28 april 1969
200 Balloons
200 Balloons
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it 25 policemen all in a row
Can't stop the party people - Go go go
If U can't beat 'em join 'em baby say so
It's party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me
200 balloons (Let's do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think U better love me 'cuz I'm really kind of nice
If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody
200 balloons Everybody sing it
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me I'll buy U love if I got
200 balloons (Let's do it) Tell me that U love me and I'll buy U a fancy car
I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star
So take me 4 what I'm worth, love me 4 what I are
(Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y'all
200 balloons Who's gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it Let's do it
Let's do it Let's do it It's party time y'all
200 balloons
(Do it) Don't stop me now
(Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun
(Do it) Rave, unto the joy y'all (Do it)
The only one don't try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it)
(Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me It's party time y'all
200 balloons (Let's do it)
200 balloons
(Let's do it) (Fly with me)
200 balloons
Let's do it Let's do it Hey, its been good!
Fly Fly
Fly with me (200 balloons)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me
200 balloons
(Let's do it)
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order
(Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons)
Get your house in, Get your house in
Get your hou', Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly)
(Oh yeah) Your house in order
Fly with me (200)
Let's do it
Get your house in order
200 balloons
Get your, Get your (Let's do it) Turn your heads to the east
I'll be coming from the west
Ain't no stoppin' me baby
'Cause I'm the best (200)
Cry Cry Cry
I love it when U moan
This funk will cut so deep
Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it)
My funk is multilayered (I just)
Don't stop me now (I just)
I got a fever pumpin'
Don't stop me now I'll make love to U (I just)
[Ain't day...sea to sea] (I just)
I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times
Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee
I'll be your busy bee
Come on queen... (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let's do, let's, let's do it)
(Rave, Fly with me)
(Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let's do it} balloons)
Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave
(Let's do it) (...) Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Zondag 27 april 1969
Manos Vacias
Manos Vacias
Composer(s): Luis Bolin; E. Cid
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Hoy a vuelto a darme por pensar
que el diablo vino a hablar
hoy mi alma no es tan cara
en las calles de esta ciudad
no te pares a buscar
los secretos de las despedidas
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida
Puede que me canse del alcohol
y que esta noche salga el sol
pero quien lo necesita
nunca sopla el viento a favor
cuando se trata del amor
y pretendes ir de prisa
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego, si... me da la vida
Con las manos vacias por ti.....
Zondag 27 april 1969
200 Years Old
200 Years Old
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown
Pennsylvania,
six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible
mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of
orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly
foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the
life!"...
She's 200 years old
so mean, she couldn't grow no lips
Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
She's two hundred years old
Squattin' down & pockin' up
In front of the juke box
just like she had True Religion.. BOY!
She's two hundred years old
Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years
half of this, none of that
one.. fifty.. oh squattin'
Yeah-ah, ain't she got
Oohhh, she got religion now, boy
Oohhhh, ?? ?? ??
Oohhhh, she's just mean
she just, she just can't grow no lips
Squat.. down, so mean she can't grow no lips
200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips
Zaterdag 26 april 1969
Manon
Manon
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by various other artists
Manon
Manon
Non tu ne sais sur'ment pas Manon
À quel point je hais
Ce que tu es
Sinon
Manon
Je t'aurais déjà perdue Manon
Perverse Manon
Perfide Manon
Il me faut t'aimer avec un autre
Je le sais Manon
Cruelle Manon
Manon
Manon
Non tu ne sauras jamais Manon
À quel point je hais
Ce que tu es
Au fond
Manon
Je dois avoir perdu la raison
Je t'aime Manon
Zaterdag 26 april 1969
2000 Ans Et Un Jour
2000 Ans Et Un Jour
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
2000 ans et un jour
On fait le bilan, il est lourd
Sans perdre de temps, ça repart pour un tour
Faut pas se miner, s'faire de bile
Car, pour les années, paraît-il
Ce sont toujours les premières deux mille les plus difficiles
2000 ans et deux jours
On rase les cons et les tours
On voit mieux les gens, les couleurs, les contours
On passe du venin au velours
Et on rend la main à l'amour
Et on voit que c'est bon, que c'est beau et on est plutôt pour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance
On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et trois jours
On chasse le smog et, bonjour
Il y a de nouveau du soleil dans la cour
On met de l'ozone tout autour
Et puis après, on fait l'amour
Et ça va de mieux en mieux et on est de plus en plus pour
2000 ans, quatre jours
Fini Marignan, Pearl Harbour
On jette les flingues et le fric n'a plus cours
On a fait la peau aux tambours
L'humeur de l'humain, c'est l'humour
Et n'importe quand, n'importe où, n'importe qui fait l'amour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance
On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et cinq jours
Y a tant de boulot à la bourre
Qu'il y en aura bien pour tout l'monde, pour toujours
Mais, du sixième au septième jour
On baille et on bulle, on savoure
Ce monde nouveau, pourvu qu'il dure un peu plus de huit jours
Vrijdag 25 april 1969
Mano A Mano (Chico Buarque)
Mano A Mano
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Meu pára-choque com seu pára-choque
Era um toque
Era um pó que era um só
Eu e meu irmão
Era porreta
Carreta parelha a carreta
Dançando na reta
Meu irmão
Na beira de estrada valeu
O que era dele era meu
Eu era ele
Ele era eu
Ela era estrela
Era flor do sertão
Era pérola d'oeste
Era consolação
Era amor na boléia
Eram cem caminhões
Mas ela era nova
Viçosa, matriz
Era diamantina
Era imperatriz
Era só uma menina
De três corações
E então
Atravessando a garganta
Jamanta fechando jamanta
Na curva crucial
Era uma barra, era engano
Na certa, era cano
Na mão, mano a mano
Pau a pau
Na beira de estrada se deu
Se o que era dele era meu
Ou era ele ou era eu
Ela era estrela
Era flor do sertão
Era pérola d'oeste
Era consolação
Era amor na boléia
Eram cem caminhões
Mas ela era nova
Viçosa, matriz
Era diamantina
Era imperatriz
Era só uma menina
De três corações
E então
Então lavei as mãos
Do sangue do
Meu sangue do
Meu sangue irmão
Chão
Vrijdag 25 april 1969
2000 Light Years From Home
2000 Light Years From Home
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It's so very lonely, you're a hundred
light years from home
Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely, you're six hundred
light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand
light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand
light years from home
Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran
Safe on the green desert sand
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand
light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand
light years from home
Donderdag 24 april 1969
Mano A Mano (Carlos Gardel)
Mano A Mano
Composer(s): Esteban Celedonio Flores
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
Rechiflao en mis tristeza
te evoco y veo que has sido
en mi pobre vida paria
sólo una buena mujer
tu presencia de bacana
puso calor en mi nido
fuiste buena, consecuente
y yo sé que me has querido
como no quisiste a nadie
como no podrás querer
Se dio el juego de remanye
cuando vos, pobre percanta
gambeteabas la pobreza
en la casa de pensión
hoy sos toda una bacana
la vida te ríe y canta
los morlacos del otario
los tirás a la marchanta
como juega el gato maula
con el mísero ratón
Hoy tenés el mate lleno
de infelices ilusiones
te engrupieron lo otarios
las amigas, el gavión
La milonga entre magnates
con sus locas tentaciones
donde triunfan y claudican
milongueras pretensiones
se te ha entrado muy adentro
en el pobre corazón
Nada debo agradecerte
mano a mano hemos quedado
no me importa lo que has hecho
lo que hacés y lo que harás
Los favores recibidos
creo habértelos pagado
y si una deuda chica
sin querer se me ha olvidado
en la cuenta del otario
que tenés, se la cargás
Mientras tanto que tus triunfos
pobres triunfos pasajeros
sean una larga fila
de riquezas y placer
que el bacán que te acamala
tenga pesos duraderos
que te abrace en las paradas
con cafichos milongueros
y que digan los muchachos
"¡es una buena mujer!"
Y mañana, cuando seas
descolado un mueble viejo
y no tengas esperanza
en el pobre corazón
si precisás una ayuda
si te hace falta un consejo
acordate de este amigo
que ha de jugarse el pellejo
pa' ayudarte en lo que pueda
cuando llegue la ocasión
Donderdag 24 april 1969
2000 Man
2000 Man
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Well, my name is a number
A piece of plastic film
And I'm growin' funny flowers
In my little window sill
Dont you know I'm a 2000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Well my wife still respects me
I really misused her
I am having an affair
With the random computer
Don't you know I'm a 2000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy, proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, your brain's still flashin'
Like it did when you were young
Or do you come down crashin'
Seeing all the things you'd done
All was a big put on
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your son
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
And you know who's the 2000 man
And your kids they just won't understand you at all
Woensdag 23 april 1969
Mannish Boy
Mannish Boy
Composer(s): Bo Diddley; Mel London; Muddy Waters
Originally performed by: Muddy Waters
Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey
come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman
she can't resist
I think I go down
to old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin
that little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman
in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
well, well, well, well
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
well, well, well, well
Yeah
Woensdag 23 april 1969
20th Century Blues
20th Century Blues
Composer(s): Noël Coward
Performer(s): Marianne Faithfull; Noël Coward;
New Mayfair Orch.; Daryl Sherman
Why is it that civilized humanity
Can make the world so wrong?
In this hurly-burly of insanity
Our dreams cannot last long
We've reached a deadline
A press headline
Every sorrow
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow
Blues
Twentieth century blues
Are getting me down
Blues
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues
Why
If there's a God in the sky
Why shouldn't He grin
High
Above this dreary
Twentieth century din?
In this strange illusion
Chaos and confusion
People seem to lose their way
What is there to strive for
Love or keep alive for
Say, 'Hey, hey!'
Call it a day?
Blues
Nothing to win or to lose
It's getting me down
Blues
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues
We've reached a deadline
A press headline
Every sorrow
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow
Blues
Nothing to win or to lose
It's getting me down
Blues
Escape those dreary
Twentieth century
Blues
Dinsdag 22 april 1969
Manners Maketh Man
Manners Maketh Man
Composer(s): Jeremy Clyde
Performer(s): Chad Stuart and Jeremy Clyde
When I walked in that café
You turned and looked my way
You knew that you were being rude
To point and to stare
So why should I smile
When you put me on trial
And your daughter wants an autograph
And you don't like my hair
Perhaps you resent
A life that was spent
In hating an enemy
That you've never seen
You believed them when they said
There's a red beneath your bed
Am I a living symbol of your youth
That might have been?
Does it become clear
As you see me sitting here
So well behaved
And not like you expect
And now do you see
That you were once like me
But you missed out on a lot of things
By being too correct
You gave a loud guffaw
As I walked in the door
And you loudly said, "Hey look at that kid,
Will ya look at that kid, will ya?"
Then remembering your girl
You said, "Hey kid, sign for Merle"
Did you notice I was eating
And you didn't have the manners to say please
Dinsdag 22 april 1969
20th Century Boy
20th Century Boy
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock and roll
I move like a cat
Charge like a ram
Sting like a bee
Babe I want to be your man
Well it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yea I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Ball like a hound
Babe I want to be your man
20th century boy
I want to be your toy
20th century boy
I want to be your toy
Maandag 21 april 1969
Maninha
