Vrijdag 29 maart 1968
Noah (Frank Sinatra)
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Noah
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Donderdag 28 maart 1968
No. 1 (You Are The One)
No. 1 (You Are The One)
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
I can't be with you tonight
distance is my alibi
you are the one
Tell me that you understand
on I wish I could hold your hand
'cause you, you are the one
Like a lonely satellite
you saw me drifting in the sky
you are the one
Love is what is all about
so we live to work it out
you babe, you are the one
You are the one
you are the queen
heal my life
treat me right
You are the one
you are my queen
and nobody else
will ever take your place
'cause you
I am just a little dream
that you dream on certain nights
you, babe, you are the one
I'll be there when you call
anytime, around the world
'cause you babe, you babe
you are the one
You are the one
you are the queen
burn me all
body and soul
You are the one
you are my queen
and nobody else
can ever take your place
'cause you
are the one
You are the one
you are the queen
heal my life
treat me right
You are the one
you are my queen
and nobody else
will ever take your place
'cause you
are the one
Woensdag 27 maart 1968
No, You're Not Broken
No, You're Not Broken
Composer(s): Meridian Green; Gene Parsons
Performer(s): Gene Parsons
You've got bets on every number
The wheel is set to spin
You still won't let the game get started
You'll never lose but you'll never win
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only stumbling around
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only hurting and proud
Climbing down mountains you made out of molehills
Down to the chasm below
Till you cop to the fact that you're hurting
You'll never cry but you'll never know
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only stumbling around
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only hurting and proud
Count dancing angels on the head of a pin
Never asking why
Answers before you, you cannot see
You're blind with tears in your eyes
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only stumbling around
No you're not broken no you're not broken
You're only hurting and proud
Dinsdag 26 maart 1968
No, Not Much
No, Not Much
Composer(s): Al Stillman; Robert Allen
Performer(s): The Four Lads;
and various other artists
I don't want my arms around you, no not much
I don't bless the day I found you, no not much
I don't need you like the stars don't need the sky
I won't love you longer than the day I die
You don't please me when you squeeze me, no not much
My heads the lightest from your very slightest touch
Baby, if you ever go could I take it maybe so
Ah but would I like it, no not much
Like a ten cent soda dosen't cost a dime
I don't want you near me only all time
You don't thrill me when you hold me, no not much
My brain gets hazy from your cool and crazy touch
Baby if you ever go could I take it maybe so
Oh but would I like it, no not much
No not much
Maandag 25 maart 1968
No, Non Mi Scorderò Mai
No, Non Mi Scorderò Mai
English & French Titles:
No, I Could Never Forget; Non, Je N'Ai Rien Oublié
Composer(s): Calabrese; Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Non credevo più
Di incontrarmi con te
Ma la fatalità
Predispone le cose
E si rifà con te
Dopo che ti ha deluso
No, non mi scorderò mai
Ti sorrido perché
Sto accorgendomi che
Se il tempo, quando può
L'altra gente sfigura
Non ha cambiato in te
Che la pettinatura
No, non mi scorderò mai
Niente di te
Sposarmi? Io? E con chi?
Non diciamo eresie
Amo la libertà
E poi tra me e te
Eran donne così
Soltanto in parte mie
Ma fermiamoci ad un bar
E parlami di te
Cosa fai? Come stau?
Vivi sola... Perché?
Sei divisa da lui...
Ma come andò che andò male?
Son sicuro che i tuoi
Saran morti di bile
No, non mi scorderò mai
Che, non si paerché
Il caso e niente più
Ci mettesse di fronte
E ti portasse a me
Da un passato distante
No, non mi scorderò mai
Cosa dirti non so
Il ricordo di noi
Mi ha confuso le idee
Fin dal primo minuto
E io rivedo in te
La guerra che ho perduto
Non mi scorderò mai
Niente di te
L'amore era per me
La mia unica arma
Quando avevano i tuoi
Ben altre velleità
Contro cui grande o no
Un amore disarma
Et ti hanno data a chi
Ti dava più di me
Ti ho cercata, ma
Tu, tu non uscivi mai
Quante volte, non so
Ti ho scritto ed aspettata
Non hai risposto mai
E vi ho rinunciato
No, non lo scorderò mai
E' già tardi oramai
Qui ci mandiamo via
Ti accompagno se vuoi
Mentre l'alba è in attesa
Come al tempo remoto
Dei baci sotto casa
No, non lo scorderò mai
Quel tempo era per noi
Il tempo dell'amore
Non temevamo mai
Né inverno né autunno
Era estate per noi
Ogni giorno dell'anno
No, non mi scorderò mai niente, niente di noi
Non sai quanto mi dà
La tua sola presenza
Non immagini più
Il bene che mi fa
Immergermi con te
Nella mia adolescenza
Risalire con te
A tanto tempo fa
Io vorrei...
Se tu vuoi...
Rivedermi con te...
Non insisto...
Però...
Così...
Se lo ritieni...
Se ne hai voglia anche tu...
Se non hai altri impegni...
Se ti ricordi anche tu
Come me, che non scorderò mai
Zondag 24 maart 1968
No, I Could Never Forget
No, I Could Never Forget
French & Italian Titles:
Non, Je N'Ai Rien Oublié; No, Non Mi Scorderò Mai
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz; Morrison
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
I never really thought, we’d ever meet again
But faith deals out the hands
we must take what it has chosen
When in an idle glance you appeared, I was frozen
No, I could never forget
I look upon your face, I can’t believe my eyes
Passing times often cruel, it fades youth like a flower
But you have never changed, where the years but an hour?
No, I could never forget, never forget
Married, me?
Heavens no, I’m still single, but happy
To be free, unattached and between you and me
better that than unmatched, though at times I feel lonely
But enough about me, let’s drink to you and life
How have you been all these years?
Are you happy and well?
No? I guess I could tell and your marriage it’s ended
Do your parents regret?
That’s not what they intended
No, I could never forget
Who could have ever known, without a single word
that we’d come face to face?
There’d not been any reason
I thought all things must die, as a time or a season
No, I could never forget
I don’t know what to say, it’s like some crazy dream
the way the past returns, all my memories unbroken
Yes, I remember too every word that was spoken
No, I could never forget, never forget
Youth, a foolish age, we thought love was our treasure
But your father said no
you would marry someone with a position and name
you’d receive life’s full measure
And he said with a smile, I’m sure you understand?
So, with love in our eyes, we exchanged love-goodbyes
But your father was shrewd
all my unanswered letters forced me soon to conclude
things had worked for the better
No, I could never forget
The hour is getting late, this place is closing down
Come, yes come I’ll walk you home
through the streets dark and empty
like in our foolish days of kisses stolen nightly
No, I could never forget
Each season was for us a season for our love
and we were not afraid as autumn turned to winter
As long as there’s youth, it is springtime forever
No, no I could never forget, never forget
It’s strange, the warmth I feel in these moments together
We’ve recaptured the time in the midst of our youth
when two hearts were in line and were light as a feather
But we both know the truth : we must live for today
So, alas, if I may, if you’d like me to stay?
If this time we can share what the past was concealing
If you’re lonely and care, if you have the same feeling
If, you’re remembering yet
all the things I could never forget
Zaterdag 23 maart 1968
No! No! A Thousand Times No!
No! No! A Thousand Times No!
Composer(s): Al Sherman; Al Lewis; Abner Silver
Performer(s): Annette Hanshaw
She was a child of the valley
An innocent maiden was she
He was a desperate Desmond
Who owned all the town property
He would pursue her through hills and through dells
But she was wise to his game
Each time he threatened "You'll wed me or else"
These were the words she'd exclaim....
"No! No! A thousand times no!
You cannot buy my caress!
No! No! A thousand times no!
I'd rather die than say yes"
Ah! but this poisonous villain
He wouldn't leave her alone
Said, "Either join me in wedlock
Or I'll kick you out of your home"
She knew her people so feeble and old
Needed a roof o'er their heads
Winter would soon bring the snow and the cold
Yet she defied him and said....
"No! No! A thousand times no!
You cannot buy my caress!
No! No! A thousand times no!
I'd rather die than say yes"
That night he crept up to her window
And oh! how that villain could creep
He stole her out of her boudoir
And kidnapped her while fast asleep
He tied the gal to the old railroad track
The milk train was rushing down the hill
She cried to him, "Though my future looks black
You buzzard, my answer is still....
No! No! A thousand times no!
You cannot buy my caress!
No! No! A thousand times no!
I'd rather die than say yes"
Now she loved the young village blacksmith
A muscular young "he-man" was he
He heard that his love was in danger
And right to the rescue flew he
He grabbed his darling in "thee" nick of time
And yelled, "This is my future wife!"
The villain sneered, "Blacksmith, that maiden is mine!"
The hero cried, "Not on your life!"....
"No! No! A thousand times no!
You cannot buy my caress!
No! No! A thousand times no!
I'd rather die than say yes"
Now this is the end of our story
Her honor was left without stain
The hero took her to the altar
The villain was foiled once again
The mortgage was paid and the handsome young swain
Moved in with her folks right away
Their life is contented though simple and plain
And no more will she have to say....
"No! No! A thousand times no!
You cannot buy my caress!
No! No! A thousand times no!
I'd rather die than say yes"
Donderdag 21 maart 1968
No Way Out
No Way Out
Composer(s): Peter Wolf; Ina Wolf
Performer(s): Jefferson Starship
No intentions
Whatsoever
I was gone for a night
Nothing's forever
The cruel daylight
Brought me back to my senses
(Back to my senses)
Got caught in here
Under false pretenses
No way out
None whatever
I made up the story
Thought it was clever
She didn't ask
And I got no reply
(Got no reply)
But later that night
I heard her cry
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No accusations
Whatsoever
But can she forget
Nothing's forever
Since yesterday
She's a little bit colder
(Little bit colder)
Won't happen again
What could I've told her
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
Doesn't buy my story
How can she tell the truth from the lies
How does she know when to close her eyes
She doesn't want to lose me
So she only sees what she wants to see
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
She doesn't buy my story
No way out
No way out
No way out
Woensdag 20 maart 1968
No Vuelvas
No Vuelvas
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Si tu sigues como ayer, no vuelvas
Si lo mismo vas a hacer, no vuelvas
Si no puedes ya cambiar de manera de pensar
Si tu sigues como ayer, no vuelvas
No vuelvas, no vuelvas
Puedo, puedo, puedo pasar sin tu amor noche y dia
Puedo, puedo, puedo seguir por la vida sin ti
Quiero, quiero, quiero vivir libremente mi vida
Antes, antes, antes que estar a tu lado y sufrir
Si no vas a perdonar, no vuelvas
Si me tratas de engañar, no vuelvas
Si no vas a comprender mi manera de querer
Si no vas a perdonarme, no vuelvas
No vuelvas, no vuelvas
Puedo, puedo, puedo pasar sin tu amor noche y dia
Puedo, puedo, puedo seguir por la vida sin ti
Quiero, quiero, quiero vivir libremente mi vida
Antes, antes, antes que estar a tu lado y sufrir
Si me vas a molestar, no vuelvas
Si me vas a criticar, no vuelvas
Si no vas a consentir que yo mande sobre ti
Si me vas a molestar, no vuelvas
No vuelvas, no vuelvas
No vuelvas, no vuelvas, no vuelvas
Dinsdag 19 maart 1968
No Volvere
No Volvere
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Cuando lejos te encuentres de mi
Cuando quieras que este yo contigo
No hallaras un recuerdo de mi
Ni tendras mas amores conmigo
Te lo juro que no volvere
Aunque me haga pedazos la vida
Si una vez con locura te ame
Ya de mi alma estaras despedida
No volvere
Te lo juro por Dios que me mira
Te lo digo llorando de rabia
No volvere
No parare
Hasta ver que mi llanto ha formado
Un arroyo de olvido anegado
Donde yo tu recuredo ahogare
Fuimos nubes que el viento aparto
Fuimos piedras que siempre chocamos
Gotas de aqua que el sol reseco
Borracheras que no terminamos
En el tren de la ausencia me voy
Mi boleto no tiene regreso
Y lo que tengas de mi te lo doy
Pero no te devuelvo tus besos
Maandag 18 maart 1968
No Violins
No Violins
Composer(s): Roger Taylor
Performer(s): Queen
We were talkin' 'bout the old times
We went walking, down the streets we used to run
Remember when you were angry
About every cause to be had
We weren't all bad --
I'm not talkin' 'bout security complex
I ain't talkin' 'bout some monochrome duplex
I ain't talkin' bout some new kinda weird sex
I'm just talkin' 'bout -- you and me
The way we used to be -- hey
I'm just talkin' 'bout you and me brother
I'm just talkin' 'bout -- another time and place
We were hungry
We were mad
We were angry
We were glad
We were really Jack the lad
We weren't all bad
We went down
We cruised around
We went down, down, down in the violence
We went around
We went around and round and round
We didn't hear no violins
Where's the madness
Where's the fire
With the flames gettin' higher
Where's the saints
And the liars
Zondag 17 maart 1968
No Turning Back
No Turning Back
Composer(s): John Deacon
Performer(s): Queen
No time to fuss, no time to fret
No time to think, no time to worry
Waiting is for dreamers, give me time to catch my breath
Seeing is believing, give me time to take a rest
Cast alone with you
You know I've got to go quite soon
There'll be no time for love to go cold on us
I'm a restless kind of guy
There's no turning back now
Gotta live before I die
There's no turning back now
With every move, with every break
Gotta give my best and soon discover
Standing on the inside, there's a time to hesitate
Looking to the future, you can't leave it to the airs of fate
Visions I have seen (visions I have seen)
My dreams I wanna share with you (share with you)
But my freedom now (is all I ask of you) lord I ask of you
I'm a restless kind of guy
There's no turning back now
Gotta live before I die
There's no turning back now (oooh oooh oooh)
I'm a restless kind of guy
There's no turning back now
Gotta live before I die
There's no turning back now
I'm a restless kind of guy
There's no turning back now (oooh oooh oooh)
Gotta live before I die
There's no turning back now
I'm a restless kind of guy
(no turning no turning no turning back)
I'm turning back
(restless kind of guy)
oooh oooh oooh
Zaterdag 16 maart 1968
No Time To Lose
No Time To Lose
Performer(s): The Tarney-Spencer Band
Every day I walk in shadows
I know not what it is
Heading for
And as the evening lies dying
A gentle heart dies near me sighing
It`s still the same
You`ll never change
You can never understand
We can now be like water
Don`t need more to find our way
Just get on where we came
It`s a game
What a game
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
Go with the flow
Never let go
No time to lose
There ain`t no way to see forever
It`s only day to day
I`m living for
Like a wheel you keep me turning
Put your love inside me burning
Questions plain
When you`re lovin` me
You can never understand
We can now be like water
Don`t need more to find our way
Just get on where we came
It`s a game
What a game
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
Go with the flow
Never let go
No time to lose
You can never understand
We can now be like water
Don`t need more to find our way
Just get on where we came
It`s a game
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
Go with the flow
Never let go
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose
Vrijdag 15 maart 1968
No Time (The Guess Who)
No Time
Composer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman
Performer(s): The Guess Who
(No time left for you)
(No time left for you)
On my way to better things
I found myself some wings
(No time left for you)
(No time left for you...)
Distant roads are calling me
No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There's no time left for you
No time left for you
No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing floor
No time for the killing floor
There's no time left for you
No time left for you
No time no time no time no time
I got got got got no time I got got got got no time
Donderdag 14 maart 1968
No Time (Hootenanny Singers)
No Time
Composer(s): Ulveus
Performer(s): Hootenanny Singers
You wake up at the break of day
And what do you see
People rushing all around
Unconsciously
They pour into the subways
In never ending queues
To get to their employment
No time to lose
No time
They've got no time to call their own
Can't stop to wonder if the day is sunny
'Cause time to them means money
No time
They've got no time to call their own
I wonder when they'll start believing
This life was meant for living
It's the same the whole world over now
Money is king
It forces honest people
To do strange things
Like slaving in a factory
Or sweating down a mine
There's not a thing I wouldn't do
To make a dime
No time
They've got no time to call their own
So wrapped up in their fight for hidden treasure
They don't have time for pleasure
No time
They've got no time to call their own
I wonder when they'll start believing
This life was meant for living
No time
They've got no time to call their own
I wonder when they'll start believing
This life was meant for living
Woensdag 13 maart 1968
No Tienes Quién Te Mire
No Tienes Quién Te Mire
Composer(s): Luis Gómez Escolar; Julio Seijas
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Mujer, te he visto esta mañana
por mi ventana y te fui a buscar
Mujer, y al cruzarme contigo
he deseado poderte amar
El viento alzó tu falda, y removió tu pelo al pasar
pero al querer hablarte, tú te alejaste sin contestar
No tienes quién te mire mujer, no hay nadie que te mire
No tienes quién te mire, no hay nadie que te mire
Y pasas orgullosa, pidiendo al aire que se retire
tan mágica y bonita a la vez, no tienes quien te mire
Mujer, tu cuerpo es tan hermoso
que te he seguido sin yo querer
Mujer, tu nombre es un misterio
si alguien lo sabe yo no lo sé
Y quise preguntarte, por puro amor saber tu verdad
y tu dulce mirada, siguió callada sin contestar
No tienes quién te mire mujer, no hay nadie que te mire
No tienes quién te mire mujer, no hay nadie que te mire
Y pasas orgullosa, pidiendo al aire que se retire
tan mágica y bonita a la vez, no tienes quien te mire
No tienes quién te mire mujer, no hay nadie que te mire
No tienes quién te mire mujer, no hay nadie que te mire
Y lo intenté de nuevo, pero tu paso siguió mi juego
por fin dijiste adiós nada más, yo respondí te quiero
Dinsdag 12 maart 1968
No Tiene Importancia
No Tiene Importancia
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
No tiene importancia lo de ayer
No lo recuerdes por favor
Tu lo dijiste sin querer
Y lo pasado ya paso
No tienes porque pedir perdon
Yo de verdad que lo olvide
Son cosas propias del amor
Que las decimos sin querer
Olvida, olvida, no tiene importancia
Yo se que me quieres
Y se que no sientes aquello que...
Olvida, olvida, no tiene importancia
Yo se que me quieres
Y se que no sientes aquello de ayer
A veces se habla sin pensar
Nos enfadamos porque si
No comprendemos que al final
Lo que alcanzamos es sufrir
Maandag 11 maart 1968
No Tengo, No Tengo
No Tengo, No Tengo
Composer(s): A. Guijarro; M. Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Yo quisiera tener un dia
Y salir a bailar contigo
Yo quisiera tener un dia
Y a tu lado poder cantar
Yo quisiera tenerte cerca
Y decirte lo que te quiero
Yo quisiera tenerte cerca
Y olvidarme de lo demas
Pero no tengo, no tengo
No tengo, no tengo tiempo
No tengo tiempo para soñar
Yo se que somos el uno para el otro
Que tu me quieres lo mismo que yo a ti
Los dos giramos en este mundo loco
Y no tenemos ni tiempo de vivir
Yo quisiera parar el mundo
Y poderte llevar conmigo
Yo quisiera parar el mundo
Y a tu lado llegar al fin
Pero no tengo, no tengo
No tengo, no tengo tiempo
No tengo tiempo ni para ti
El tiempo, el tiempo
Lo robare para ti
Zondag 10 maart 1968
No Tengo Ningunas Ganas
No Tengo Ningunas Ganas
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Por más que prefieras huevos fritos a un bol de caviar
E intentes tocarme el yellow submarine con un sitar
Por más que me animes a corrernos el Paris-Dakar
Por más que despliegues todo tu poder de seducción
No tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
Por más que trabajes clandestinamente en un burdel
Como Catherine Deneuve en "Belle de Jour" de Luis Buñuel
Por más que me bailes en pelotas tangos de Gardel
Por más que pretendas provocarme alguna conmoción...
No tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
Por más que hayas encontrado la respuesta en el Coran
y que ente Kundera y Eco elijas un "Madrid-Milán"
por más que me enseñes una teta "made in Saint-Laurent"
Por más que pretendas ser la musa de mi devoción..
no tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
Por más que tu Biblia sean los 'infienos' de Rimbaud
y tus "paraísos" los libelos lúcidos de Artaud
Por más que tu cama sea un gran orgasmo de "art-dócó",
Por más que mi carne ceda siempre ante la tentación...
no tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
Entiendo que te parezca que no he superado el Tao
y que esta canción, más que un poema, es puro bacalao
pero, muñequita, tanta erodición me deja K.O.
y no me concedes un resquicio a la imaginación
no tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
No puedo ser tu Arthur Miller porque no eres Marilyb
ni puedes ser Jorge Sand porque tampoco soy Chopin
lo que eres es una niña un poco cursi, Pilarín
y yo soy un miserable que perdió hace tiempo el corazón
por mas que pretendas ser la fuente de mi inspiración
no tengo ningunas ganas...
no tengo ningunas ganas de escribirte una canción
Zaterdag 9 maart 1968
No Tell Lover
