Zaterdag 27 september 1969
Mathilde
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Mathilde
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Zaterdag 27 september 1969
Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
Old Home Filler-Up
An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog
We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip
Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now
We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis
(The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café)
Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux
An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together
Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey
Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money
Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin'
I says you wait in the truck boy
Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be"
I says a cup of yer best and a number three
She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan
I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark
I left her a buck, an' he left his heart
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along
Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on
I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night
Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin
Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes
Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse
I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun
But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone
I said why not...
Well we geared that tranny into super low
And the four of us went to see a picture show
Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Eight stools an' a promise...
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin'
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
They got 'em a real nice place there
Vrijdag 26 september 1969
Mathilda (Yves Montand)
Mathilda
Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan
Performer(s): Yves Montand
Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé
Eveillant mes amours fanées
Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Valsez Mathilda
Valsez Mathilda
Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris
Tourbillon parfumé
En valsant vous étiez si jolie
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais
En souriant m'avez quitté
J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi?
Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Vrijdag 26 september 1969
Old Hippie
Old Hippie
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers
He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
Buts he's just too friggin old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why
Chorus:
He's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie
His new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the sixties
That everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
On his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more
Chorus
Well he stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species
Will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away
Donderdag 25 september 1969
Mathilda (Cookie & the Cupcakes)
Mathilda
Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry
Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes
Covered by various other artists
My love for you will always be
Just a faded memory
Yes I've cried and cried for you
Yes no matter what you do
You gave me love when there was none
You know you're the only one
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh no matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Piano Solo
Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
Lord I wan't my baby back again
Come on home baby!
Donderdag 25 september 1969
Old Friends (Simon & Garfunkel)
Old Friends
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists
Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
Woensdag 24 september 1969
Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs
Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs
Composer(s): B. Burke; M. Coleman
Performer(s): Brian & Michael
and various other artists
He painted Salford's smokey tops
On cardboard boxes from the shops
And parts of Ironcoats where I used to play
I'm sure he once walked down our street
'Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet
The clothes we wore had all seen better days
Now they said his works of art were dull
No room, all round the walls are full
But Lowry didn't care much anyway
They said he just paints cats and dogs
And matchstalk men in boots and clogs
And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay
And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin
When London started calling him
To come on down and wear the old flat cap
They said tell us all about your ways
And all about them Salford days
Is it true you're just an ordinary chap
And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Now Lowries hang upon the wall
Beside the greatest of them all
And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow
This tired old man with hair like snow
Told northern folk its time to go
The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Woensdag 24 september 1969
Old Friends (Roger Miller)
Old Friends
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Roger Miller; Willie Nelson
Old friends, pitching pennies in the park
Playing croquet 'til it's dark, old friends
Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves
Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends
Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
Old friends, lord when all my work is done
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
At least one, old friend
Old friends, looking up to watch a bird
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends
Old friends, lord when all my work is done
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend
At least one, old friend
Dinsdag 23 september 1969
Matchmaker
Matchmaker
Composer(s): Sheldon Harnick; Jerry Bock
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
And make me a perfect match
Matchmaker, matchmaker, I'll bring the veil
You bring the groom, slender and pale
Bring me a ring, for I'm longing to be
The envy of all I see
For Papa, make him a scholar
For Mama, make him rich as a king
For me, well, I wouldn't holler
If her were as handsome as anything
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Night after night, in the dark, I'm alone
So, find me a match of my own
Dinsdag 23 september 1969
Old Friends (Liza Minnelli)
Old Friends
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Liza Minnelli;
and various other artists
Hey old friend
are you ok old friend
what'll you say old friend
are we or are we unique
time goes by
everything else keeps changing
you and I we get continued next week
most friends fade
or they don't make the grade
new ones are quickly made
and in a pinch, sure they'll do
but us old friends
what's to discuss old friend
here's to us
who's like us
damn few
Maandag 22 september 1969
Matchbox
Matchbox
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Originally performed by: Carl Perkins
Covered by various other artists
I said I'm sitting here watching
matchbox hole in my clothes
I said I'm sitting here wondering
matchbox hole in my clothes
I ain't got no matches
but I sure got a long way to go
I'm an old poor boy
I'm a long way from home
I'm an old poor boy
and I'm a long way from home
I've never been happy
'cause everything I ever did was wrong
Well, if you don't want my peaches
honey please don't shake my tree
If you don't want any of those peaches
honey, please don't mess around my tree
I've got news for you baby
Leave me here in misery, all right!
Well let me be your little dog
till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog
till your big dog comes
And when your big dog gets here
watch how your puppy dog runs
Well I said I'm sitting here watching
matchbox hole in my clothes
I said I'm sitting here wondering
matchbox hole in my clothes
I ain't got no matches
but I sure got a long way to go
Maandag 22 september 1969
Old Folkie
Old Folkie
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin
He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar
And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are
When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there
Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been
And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin
When you look at his life you know that he's really been there
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on
Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone
He's the last voice singing that "Bound for Glory" song
And if you never seen him you might take a look
He's the man who put the meaning in the music book
Yeah, the world may be tired but Pete's still going strong
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
What is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
Zondag 21 september 1969
Matacuervos
Matacuervos
Composer(s): T. Méndez
Performer(s): Raphael
Paisaje de Campogrado
Todo es silencio y grandiosidad
Sólo el rumor de las aves
Rompe el arrullo de la soledad
Las nubes vienen sombreando
A Matacuervos que ya sanó
Torazo que fue indultado
Que nunca en la vida jamás les pidió
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
Por algo te puse así
Yo vi llevarse en tus cuernos
A cuervos traviesos cuando eras así
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
La plaza entera te vio llorar
Cuando bravo te negabas
Y tú no querías el ruedo dejar
La luna en el Campogrado
Mientras que alumbra rezando está
Verónicas de oro y seda
En Matacuervos pensando está
La niebla viene bajando
Con Matacuervos quiere jugar
Que así jugaban antaño
Cuando era un becerro
Becerro sin par
Zondag 21 september 1969
Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)
Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)
Composer(s): Pebe Sebert; Hugh Moffatt
Performer(s): Dolly Parton;
and various other artists
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
I've known one or two
But old flames can't hold a candle to you
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
I've known one or two
But old flames can't hold a candle to you
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
Mmmm ......
Zaterdag 20 september 1969
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
Composer(s): Kenny Nolan
Performer(s): Atlantic Starr
A simple touch of your hand
And everything is right
The gentle way you look at me
When we kiss goodnight
You've given me the freedom no other love has known
And now I thank you girl, thank you girl
The countless ways you've touched my heart
Is more than I can say
The beauty that you've shown to me
takes my breath away
A picture perfect painting, that's what our love is
And yes I need you so, and now I know
Chorus:
ooooh
I've found a masterpiece in you
a work of art it's true
And I treasure you my love
ooooh
I've found a masterpiece in you
a work of art it's true
And I treasure you
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be
Had I not found you
A least and lonely soul this world
could show me nothing new
But now my life's a canvas
painted with your love
And it will always be
And now I see
The two of us together
Through time will never pass
This fairy tale we shared
is real inside our hearts
let it be forever
never let it end
this promise I do make
Heaven is ours to take
Chorus
When I'm lost and insecure
you build me up and make me sure
that everything will turn out right
My love
Chorus
(This fairy tale we're sharing
is real inside our hearts
Let it be forever
never let it end)
Zaterdag 20 september 1969
Old Flame
Old Flame
Composer(s): Donna Lowery; Mac McAnally
Performer(s): Alabama; Lonzo & Oscar
I saw you staring at each other
I saw your eyes begin to glow
And I could tell you once were lovers
You ain't hidding nothing I don't know
There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes
You said it ended when he left you
You say your love for him is gone
But those old memories still upset you
For I might be a memory before to long
There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes
'Cause there's an old flame, burning in your eyes
Vrijdag 19 september 1969
Master Song
Master Song
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
Performer(s): Leonard Cohen
I believe that you heard your master sing
when I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
that I keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
well at least that's what you said
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?
You met him at some temple, where
they take your clothes at the door
He was just a numberless man in a chair
who'd just come back from the war
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
and he hands you the apple core
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on some time before
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
with a collar of leather and nails
and he never once made you explain or talk
about all of the little details
such as who had a word and who had a rock
and who had you through the mails
Now your love is a secret all over the block
and it never stops not even when your master fails
And he took you up in his aeroplane
which he flew without any hands
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain
that drove the crowd from the stands
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with angel glands
erased the final wisps of pain
with the music of rubber bands
And now I hear your master sing
you kneel for him to come
His body is a golden string
that your body is hanging from
His body is a golden string
my body has grown numb
Oh now you hear your master sing
your shirt is all undone
And will you kneel beside this bed
that we polished so long ago
before your master chose instead
to make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
and you're speaking far too low
No I can't make out what your master said
before he made you go
Then I think you're playing far too rough
for a lady who's been to the moon
I've lain by this window long enough
to get used to an empty room
And your love is some dust in an old man's cough
who is tapping his foot to a tune
and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much
let's say you came back some time too soon
I loved your master perfectly
I taught him all that he knew
He was starving in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure what is true
And I sent you to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new
and I taught him how you would long for me
no matter what he said no matter what you'd do
I believe that you heard your master sing
while I was sick in bed
I'm sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
well at least that's what you said
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?
Vrijdag 19 september 1969
Old Fashioned Love
Old Fashioned Love
Composer(s): James P. Johnson; Cecil Mack
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers;
and various other artists
I’ve got that old-fashioned love in my heart
And there, it shall always remain
You’re like that old ivy vine
Cling a little closer all the time
Through the years, joy and tears, just the same
I’ve got that old-fashioned dream in my heart
And there it shall always be
Although the land may change to sea
It will never make any change in me
I’ve got that old-fashioned love in my heart
(Rep once more)
Donderdag 18 september 1969
Master Of The Universe
Master Of The Universe
Composer(s): Dave Brock; Nik Turner
Performer(s): Hawkwind
I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
I am the creator of this universe
And all that it was meant to be
So that we might learn to see
This foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
If you call this living I must be blind
Donderdag 18 september 1969
(Old Dogs, Children And) Watermelon Wine
