Zondag 12 oktober 1969
Maxine
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Maxine
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Zondag 12 oktober 1969
Old Rivers
Old Rivers
Composer(s): Cliff Crofford
Performer(s): Walter Brennan; David Briggs;
Jimmy Dean; Dave Dudley; Marvin Rainwater
How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?
I can't remember when he weren't around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking plowed ground
He had a one-room shack not far from us
And well, we was about as poor as him
He had one old mule he called Midnight
And I'd trailed along after them
He used to plow them rows straight and deep
And I'd come along near behind
A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet
Old Rivers was a friend of mine
That sun'd get high and that mule would work
Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!''
He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
And talk about a place he was gonna go
Chorus:
He'd say, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there amoung the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow
--- Instrumental ---
I got a letter today from the folks back home and
They're all fine and crops is dry
Down at the end my mama said, ''Son
You know old Rivers died''
Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth
Trying to find me a little shade
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me
Chorus:
Now, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there amoung the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me...
Zaterdag 11 oktober 1969
Maxim's
Maxim's
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
and various other artists
Ah! baiser la main d'une femme du monde
Et m'écorcher les lèvres à ses diamants
Et puis dans la Jaguar
Brûler son léopard
Avec une cigarette anglaise
Et s'envoyer des dry au Gordon
Et des Pimm's
Number one
Avant que de filer chez Maxim's
Grand seigneur
Dix sacs au chasseur
Enfin
Poser
Ma pelle
Et chauffer
Ma gamelle
Zaterdag 11 oktober 1969
Old Riders In The Grandstand
Old Riders In The Grandstand
Performer(s): Slim Dusty
I'm seated in the grandstand at a big-time rodeo
With my walking stick beside me
as I watch the scene below
There are youngon's ridin' outlaws as I did when young and free
And I wonder are there many old ex-riders here like me
The horses they are ridin' couldn't buck to save their hide
Oh I'd like to see these youngon's on the ones I used to ride
I've used the likes of spinifex for a night horse on the run
And brahma bulls like Wadgerra, we rode them just for fun
The saddles they are using are designed to hold you in
And the halter shanks are silky so as not to hurt your skin
We rode in flattened ?Poleans? in the days of long ago
And could have rolled a smoke aboard the likes of Curio
The steers they use for doggin' are no bigger than a calf
And the time they take to throw them make us old timers laugh
We used to scrub big Mickey's twice the size in cattle yards
Oh but that was many years ago way back when times were hard
These youngon's dress so lairy in their fancy cowboy suits
We used to ride in moleskins and a pair of Bluecha boots
But all our glory's vanished, we're forgotten men, it seems
Old riders in the grandstand alone with all our dreams
Vrijdag 10 oktober 1969
Maximillian Mouse
Maximillian Mouse
Composer(s): Rolf Harris
Performer(s): Rolf Harris
I am a mouse
called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house
I'm very well bred
I'm pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long long long long long long line of
Castillian mouses
Ole!
But it always has been perilous
Crossing the arena to the supermarkets
Where I buy my cheese..
It's regularly perilous
When I think of bull-fights
There's a quaking in my knees
I've always had
A taste for colourful things
And this day I was wearing my red cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado
e sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et
plato del toros dressing gown
I must confess I've been in gullible rings
For the bull, when he saw what I wore
Came rushing at me
Ol...
(clear throat)
Ole.
But if you think that because I am small I am puny
You are wrong
I stood my ground
I did not move
I could not move
The picador's horse was standing on my tail
So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks
He was most embarrassed
But for the moment I was free
I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me
brrrah
Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death
I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros with the classic pass of the dead one
The crowd screamed "No, no!" but
I plant my feet firmly, one (stamp), and two (stamp)
(quietly)
Three (stamp), four (stamp)
Then, from ten yards away I called the bull to me
Toros!
He comes rushing towards me!
(bang, crash)
(Smugly)
I tripped him...
I am a mouse
called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house
I'm very well bred
I'm pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long long long long long long line of
Bull-fighting mouses
Ole!
Vrijdag 10 oktober 1969
Old Rattler
Old Rattler
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Grandpa Jones;
and various other artists
Old Rattler was a good old dog
As blind as he could be
Ev'ry night 'bout supper time
I believe that dog could see
Refrain:
Here! Rattler!
Here! Here!
Here! Rattler! Here!
Call old Rattler from the barn
Here! Rattler! Here!
Old Rattler tree'd the other night
And I tho't he'd tree'd a 'coon
When I come to find out
He was barkin' at the moon
Refrain:
Well, grandma had a yeller hen
We set her as you know
We set her on three buzzard eggs
And hatched out one old crow
Refrain:
Grandpa had a muley cow
She was muley when she's born
It took a jaybird forty year
To fly from horn to horn
Refrain:
Now if I had a needle and thread
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew my sweetheart to my back
And down the road I'd go
Refrain:
Old Rattler was a smart old dog
Even tho' he was blind
He wouldn't hurt one single thing
Tho' he was very fine
One night I saw a big fat 'coon
Climb up in a tree
I called old Rattler right away
To get 'im down fer me
But Rattler wouldn't do it
Because he liked that 'coon
I saw them walkin' paw in paw
Later by the light of the moon
Refrain:
Now old Rattler's dead and gone
Like all good dogs do
You better not act a dog yourself
Or you'll be goin' there too
Refrain:
Donderdag 9 oktober 1969
Max Goolis
Max Goolis
Performer(s): The Limeliters
Well, John Henry might have been a steel drivin' man but Max
Goolis was a street sweepin'man.....
Lord, Lord, Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man
Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man, Lord, Lord
Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man
When Max Goolis was a little bitty babe
The first words he did utter were
"Listen, Mum & Dad, I plan to spend
My whole life in the gutter, Lord, Lord
My whole life in the gutter
Well one day the boss came out on the job
and he brought an automatic garbage truck around
He said, "Alright, Max, turn in your white ducks, fella, you're through."
Imagine it
Goolis, foremost name in refuse, cast up on the heap, destitute
He said, "Just a minute, sir, I deserve another chance
I propose a race, me against the automatic garbage truck
What do you say?"
Well, the entrepreneur was of the imaginative sort
always looking for some kind of incentive proposal, short of profit-sharing
and he said, "Alright, Maxie, in view of your years of devoted service
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
You take one side of the street and the automatic garbage truck will take the other
To the victor, belong the spoils!"
They started down the avenue
The scene it really looked bad
The automatic truck was sweeping up a storm
And Max was shovelling like mad, Lord, Lord
And Max was shovelling like mad
Max poured on speed and then he said
"I've only saved a coupla dimes
I'm behind by thirteen orange peels
And a copy of the New York Times, Lord, Lord
A copy of the New York Times"
West Coast edition
Well eyewitnesses tell us that Max wasn't behind at all
As a matter of fact, he was pulling ahead, slowly but surely
in an epic of human labour when someone said suddenly
"Hey, look, there's a parade a-comin'!"
Sure enough it was the United States mounted cavalry
I'm certain that no-one expects us to include the next verse, certainly not our Aunt David
Suffice it to say that the wind blew, and quite a few objects were airborne
Well, some say it broke poor Max's heart and he died
And others say, "Not a bit of it: his spirit lives on
in keeping things neat and clean right here in San Francisco
because Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man....."
Lord, Lord
Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man
He broke his poor heart and then he died
But Max is really not gone
On every single street where garbage lies
His soul goes shovelling on, Lord, Lord
His soul goes shovelling on, and on, and on
His soul goes shovelling on
Donderdag 9 oktober 1969
Old Playmate
Old Playmate
Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Matty Malneck
Performer(s): Ted Lewis; Frances Day
(Spoken)
Well Bobby, I didn’t recognise you at first
It’s a long time since we met, it must be years
I must say you look cleaner than you did
But then, you were only a kid
You used to be so shy
Do you remember when I fell off the swing and hurt my back
you brought me your guinea pig, smelly little things weren’t they
D’you remember you were too shy to come and see me because I was in bed
Still, we had some good times together, oh we had some marvellous times
I remember them so, well
And I also remember that folks didn’t like you, you had funny ways
(Sung)
They used to wonder what I found to praise
But you were part of my happiest days
Old playmate
(Spoken)
Now let’s see, you were about eleven, yes I remember I was just nine
(Sung)
When I was hungry you just knew the signs
If you had something, the best half was mine
My playmate
Still, on life’s highway, we seem to have drifted apart
Though I wanted my way you’re still in my heart
And now I’ve got a feeling you’re still watching me
I’m only hoping I turn out to be
A little bit like you’d like me to be
My playmate
I have kept a picture book of memories
There I keep a photograph of you
Just a ragged urchin that you used to be
But the dearest pal I ever knew
Folks didn’t like you, you had funny ways
They used to wonder what I found to praise
But you were part of my happiest days
Old playmate.
I’ve got a feeling you’re still watching me
I’m only hoping I turned out to be
A little bit like you’d like me to be
(Spoken)
Do you remember how I pushed you in the duck pond because you wanted to kiss me?
You never tried again did you
I thought kissing was silly, then
But, oh, Bobby you mustn’t, everybody’s looking
You can’t .....
Woensdag 8 oktober 1969
Max Bygraves
Max Bygraves
Composer(s): Ian MacMillan
Performer(s): Blue
Look at you
Look at everything you do
Don't you ever lose that lucky glow
Cloudy view
Never interferes with you
Don't you ever cry when you feel low
I've been eating my heart out
Since you've been gone
Since you've been running 'round alone
I've been eating my heart out
Since you've been gone
Since you've been running 'round alone
I've been spinning my days out
Just sitting at home
I'm hanging around for your return
Dream come true
even 'though you never do
Don't you ever lose that lucky glow
Woensdag 8 oktober 1969
Old Pipeliner
Old Pipeliner (aka Pipeliner Blues)
Composer(s): Ray King; Tommy Hill
Performer(s): Rodney Crowell;
Billy C. Farlow; Moon Mullican; Jimmy Ellis
Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waitin' to draw my pay
When you see me comin', better raise your window high
When you see me comin', better raise those windows high
And when you see me leavin', better hang your little head and cry
Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay
(Piano Solo)
Ah, play them songs, boys....
Just like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Just like a one-eyed cat sleeping in a seafood store
You don't want me 'round, baby, I won't mess around with you no more
Just let me be your little dog till your big dog comes
Just let me be your little dog till your big dog comes
And when the big dog gets here, watch your puppy dog run
Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waiting to hear Albert play
And he can play, yeah....
(Guitar Solo)
Yeah, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay
Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Well, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay
Dinsdag 7 oktober 1969
Maverick
Maverick
Composer(s): David Buttolph; Paul Francis Webster
Originally performed by: Sons Of The Pioneers
Covered by various other artists
Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
Maverick is the name
Ridin’ the trail to who knows where
Luck is his companion
Gamblin’ is his game
Smooth as the handle on a gun
Maverick is the name
Wild as the wind in Oregon
Blowin’ up a canyon, easier to tame
Riverboat, ring your bell
Fare thee well, Annabel
Luck is the lady that he loves the best
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin' on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the west
Riverboat, ring your bell
Fare thee well, Annabel
Luck is the lady that he loves the best
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin' on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the west
Maverick is a legend of the west
Dinsdag 7 oktober 1969
Old Piano Plays The Blues
Old Piano Plays The Blues
Composer(s): Steve Allen; Don George
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
and various other artists
The clock is striking, guess it must be two
My baby left me for somebody new
I’ve been here playing since she said we’re through
An old piano plays the blues
The clock is striking, guess it must be three
My room is lonely as a room can be
I’m improvising on a memory
An old piano plays the blues
Each evening since we met, we were a close duet
From dusk until the moon would glow
And though she’s gone I find she’s hangin’ round my mind
I guess I’m not the kind to do a solo
The clock is striking, Lord it can’t be four
Perhaps I’d better lock the downstairs door
The one I play for will be here no more
An old piano plays the blues
I guess I’d better lock the door
She won’t be coming back no more
An old piano plays the blues
An old piano plays the blues
Maandag 6 oktober 1969
Mauvaise Option
Mauvaise Option
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Mauvaise option
Tu n'as pas choisi la bonne solution
T'es perdu t'es planté
Mauvaise option
Retour case départ nouvelle direction
Tu peux tout recommencer
T'as loupé la sortie
De l'autoroute de ta vie
Interdit d'stationner
D's'arrêter sur le bas côté
C'est un labyrinthe miné
Mauvaise option
Pas l'droit à l'erreur t'es plus en action
Faut savoir se r'tirer
Mauvaise option
Va jouer dans la cour de récréation
Laisse les grands s'amuser
Cadre ou bien P.D.G.
Personne ne sera épargné
Les jeunes loups d'la finance
Font pas dans la romance
C'est pas des sœurs d'charité
Si l'téléphone sonne
Faut pas qu'tu t'étonnes
C'est pas pour un jeu
Un sondage pour la télé?
Non
C'est ta banque préférée
Qui aim'rait te parler
De tes chèques impayés
Ta carte bleue refusée
Mauvaise option
Y a des jours comme ça où rien n'tourne rond
Faut rester couché
Mauvaise option
Faudrait qu'il n'y ait plus que des patrons
Surtout pas d'employés
Il faut te réveiller
C'était un rêve t'as cauch'mardé
Prends ton petit déjeuner
Et ouvre ton courrier
Tiens! Une lettre recommandée
Une convocation
Ça n'sent jamais bon
La grande direction souhaiterait te rencontrer
Une augmentation? Ou ta démission?
Tu t'demandes à quelle sauce tu seras mangé
Mauvaise option
Fais-toi beau asperge-toi de sent bon
Tu dois bien présenter
Mauvaise option
Sois à l'heure tiens-toi droit fais impression
Il t'faut dé-stresser
Mauvaise option
Va falloir trouver la bonne solution
Sinon t'es planté
Mauvaise option
Retour case départ
Mauvaise direction
Maandag 6 oktober 1969
Old Photographs
Old Photographs
Performer(s): Janis Ian
Sometimes I feel like we've got
nothing to say anymore
We sit around
and fade into the walls
like old photographs
I guess it happens
as the days and years go by
Something changes
and you don't know why
and you're afraid to ask
Photographs
I don't want to be
just a fading memory
torn in half by time
All we have are pictures of us
and the way loved used to be
between you and me
Old photographs
We used to talk about
mistakes our parents made
We swore we'd never
waste our lives that way
How the tables turn
Are we the same two people
who fell in love
Have we really changed so much
or did we just grow up
Chorus
Zondag 5 oktober 1969
Matty Groves
Matty Groves
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Fairport Convention
and various other artists
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"
Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin
Zondag 5 oktober 1969
Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
Composer(s): Sam M. Lewis;
Joe Young; M.K. Jerome
Old pal old gal
You left me all alone
Old pal old gal
I'm just a rolling stone
Shadows that come stealing
Thru the weary night
Always find me kneeling
In the candle light
Old pal, old gal
The nights are long and drear
Old pal old gal
Each day seems like a year
No one left to meet me
After all I've toiled
No one here to greet me
It's an empty world
The long night through I pray to you
Old pal why don't you answer me?
My arms embrace an empty space
The arms that held you tenderly
If you can hear my pray'r away up there
Old pal why don't you answer me?
Zaterdag 4 oktober 1969
Mattinata
Mattinata
Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
and various other artists
L’aurora di bianco vestita
Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
Di già con le rosee sue dita
Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
Commosso da un fremito arcano
Intorno il creato già par
E tu non ti desti, ed invano
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar
Metti anche tu la veste bianca
E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor
Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor
Zaterdag 4 oktober 1969
Old Paint
Old Paint
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
and various other artists
I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw
Ride around
Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Old Bill Brown
Had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver
And the other went wrong
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
And still he keeps singing from morning til night
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Well when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
And lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie
That we like the best
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Vrijdag 3 oktober 1969
Matthew And Son
Matthew And Son
Composer(s): Cat Stevens
Performer(s): Cat Stevens
and various other artists
Up at eight, you can't be late
for Matthew & Son, he won't wait
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
There's a five minute break and that's all you take
for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
He's got people who've been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears
Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
Vrijdag 3 oktober 1969