Maandag 20 oktober 1969
Olé
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Olé
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Zondag 19 oktober 1969
May I Have The Next Dream With You
May I Have The Next Dream With You
Composer(s): Charles Tobias; Harry Tobias; Henry Tobias
Performer(s): Malcolm Roberts;
Joanie Bartels; Sydney Devine
May I have the next dream with you, dear?
Just a dream between us two
Who’d think that someday, somewhere, in some way
I’d meet a dream like you
Close your eyes and put your arms around me
You’d be surprised what love can do
So may I have the next dream with you?
And may it last the whole night through
(Repeat)
Zondag 19 oktober 1969
Oldie But Goodie
Oldie But Goodie
Composer(s): Claude Moine; M. Gaucher
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Quand t'auras tes dix-neuf ans
J'serai plus blond comme avant
Fini l'Odyssée d'l'Espace
Deux mille un impair et passe
Tu viendras me demander
Pourquoi, comment t'es née
Je te parlerai d'amour
Que le temps m'paraît court
J'fais pas dans la nostalgie
J'veux pas r'faire le monde, la vie
J'dis tout même si tu souris
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
Goodie goodie
Moi j'ai fait mal à ma mère
Pas d'études secondaires
Vers quinze ans j'suis parti
M'balader dans ma vie
Et de décalages horaires
De tournées en galas galères
Dancings et salles des fêtes
J'confonds tout dans ma tête
J'fais pas dans la nostalgie
J'oublie pas c'que j'ai appris
Celle que j'aime comprend c'que j'dis
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
Goodie goodie
J'fais pas dans la nostalgie
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
J'oublie pas c'que j'ai appris
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
Celle que j'aime comprend c'que j'dis
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
J'fais pas dans la nostalgie
J'suis p't'être oldie but goodie
Zaterdag 18 oktober 1969
May I Drop A Petal In Your Glass Of Wine
May I Drop A Petal In Your Glass Of Wine
Composer(s): Mack Gordan; Harry Revel
May I drop a petal in your glass of wine?
It will make your life a song
When I drop a petal in your glass of wine
Lady Luck will come along
Her face will dance in your champagne
Your heart will dance like bubbles in the rain
May I drop a petal in your glass of wine?
To bring out the blue above
For you'll find a petal in your glass of wine
Will show the way to love
You'll know the time is right
You'll know tonight's the time to say be mine
When I drop this petal in your glass of wine
Zaterdag 18 oktober 1969
Old-Fashion Love
Old-Fashion Love
Composer(s): Milan Williams
Performer(s): The Commodores
I'm in love with a plain old-fashion girl
She's the most beautiful person in the world
Her smile is so warm and her eyes burn so deep, ah, yeah
Softly in rhymes of love she sings to me
{Love is for love} Oh {But only if it's meant to be}
Only if it's meant to be, baby
Yeah, hea, hea, I-I-I-I
I'm in love with a plain and simple girl
She takes my heart and sends me for a whirl
I'm on the wings of love and I don't take care where I go
Because when we reach that star we both will know
{Love is for love} Ooh {And our love was meant to be}
Our love was meant to be, baby, ooh
I want some lovin' tonight
Some old-fashion love, baby
I know that you do it right
Do it, do it, do it to it, baby
I want some lovin' tonight
Some old-fashion love, baby
I know that you do, do
Do it, do it, do it right, baby
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa)
I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
(I want some lovin' tonight )
Do it, do it, do it (Some old-fashion love, baby)
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa)
I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
I want (Oh, say it), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa)
I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
Oh, yeah
Ah., yeah
Oh, yeah
Ah, yeah
Do it, do it, do it
I want (Ow), gimme, gimme, gimme (Whoa)
I want (Oh, girl) some old-fashion love, baby
Vrijdag 17 oktober 1969
May I Call You Sweetheart?
May I Call You Sweetheart?
Composer(s): Muriel Watson; Jack Denby; Lewis Ilda
Performer(s): Steve Conway
May I call you sweetheart
What a lovely name
All my life my love for you
Will always be the same
Let me walk beside you
Through the years to be
May I call you sweetheart
You will always be sweetheart to me
I never knew, till I met you
I could be happy this way
Darling you know I love you so
Here’s what I’m longing to say
Let me walk beside you
Through the years to be
May I call you sweetheart
You will always be sweetheart to me
You will always be sweetheart to me
Donderdag 16 oktober 1969
May I Baby
May I Baby
Composer(s): Isaac Hayes; David Porter
Originally performed by: Sam & Dave
May I, baby, hmmmm walk you home?
May I, baby, because I don't want you to be all alone, no
Now listen here, with each step my heart beats 3 times
Because there's so much trouble in my little mind
May I, baby, come and tell you what it's all about?
May I, baby, I hope you're itchin' to find out
Listen, I'm just a little boy, live behind a grocery store
I've been watchin' you come and go now
May I, baby?
Can I, honey, tell you how I feel?
I love the ground you walk on, yes I do
Oh I beg you and nobody else
You brighten up; look here, listen to what I'm saying
"Why, she's been through the same thing herself"
May I, baby, give my little heart to you?
May I, baby, you can do anything you want to do
Tell me baby, may I, baby?
May I, baby? ...
Donderdag 16 oktober 1969
Old 30
Old 30
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall
She was mud and sand and concrete
Mixed with water made of tears
From the rivers runnin' down the great divide
She was three thousand miles
Of rockin' rollin' highway
A million memories long and two lanes wide
Far across the wide Missouri
To the old Wyoming line
From the Jersey shore to San Francisco Bay
She was know to all the truckers
As the mighty Lincoln Highway
But to me she's still Old Thirty all the way
Now the interstate goes sreamin'
Through the backyard of her life
But it just don't send those shivers down my spine
So before I take that exit
To the highway in the sky
I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time
She was radiators boilin'
In the burnin' summer sun
And a blizzard blowin' wild across the plains
She was tumbleweeds a rollin'
In the gentle winds of Fall
And the lights of old Grand Island in the rain
She was mud and sand and concrete
Mixed with water made of tears
From the rivers runnin' down the great divide
She was three thousand miles
Of rockin' rollin' highway
A million memories long and two lanes wide
Now the interstate goes sreamin'
Through the backyard of her life
But it just don't send those shivers down my spine
So before I take that exit
To the highway in the sky
I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time
One more time...
Woensdag 15 oktober 1969
May I
May I
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Ring around the rosy and I’ll catch you if I can
And if you don’t say may I, then you’ll have to start again
But first you must indulge me and count from one to ten
Let the game begin
I adore you when you touch me
Pin the tail upon the donkey, you will surely win
And if you don’t say may I, then I’ll pass the cake around
And I won’t give you any, but you won’t make a sound
You don’t eat soap, anyhow
Red light, green light, blue light, yellow light
You can take three giant steps or a baby step will do
But if you don’t say may I, then I’ll march you out the door
Where you’ll be contemplating the numbers one to four
I hope you’re keeping score
'Cause if you don’t say may I, then I’ll get you with the hose
And spoil your sunday clothes will it please you if I tease you
While you’re at the spindry, I’ll pass the pie around
But you won’t make a sound
You don’t eat blackbird anyhow
There’s four and twenty reasons why it can’t be wrong
How long have you been gone
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Peter, peter, pumpkin eater
Wear your sneakers around sound sleepers
Woensdag 15 oktober 1969
Old Tennessee
Old Tennessee
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Fools Gold
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
Woke up one morning
The wind through the window
Reminded me Winter
Was just 'round the bend
Somehow I just didn't
See it was coming
It took me by surprise again
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee ...
Wishing you'd come home to me
Life here is easy
I'm sure you recall
How it's so warm and breezy
In the Summer and the Fall
But Winter's upon me
And I've got no heat here
And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear
I miss your fire so sweet
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee ...
Wishing you'd come home to me
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and gray
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
I wonder when you're coming home
Dinsdag 14 oktober 1969
May Each Day
May Each Day
Composer(s): Mort Green; George Wyle
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
José Carreras; John MacNally; Mantovani
May each day in the week be a good day
May the Lord always watch over you
And may all of your hopes turn to wishes
And may all of your wishes come true
May each day in the month be a good day
May you make friends with each one you meet
And may all of your daydreams be memories
And may all of your memories be sweet
The weeks turn to months and the months into years
There'll be sadness and joy, there'll be laughter and tears
But one thing I pray to heaven above
May each of your days be a day full of love
May each day in the year be a good day
May each dawn find you happy and gay
And may all of your days be as lovely
As the one you shared with me today
May each day of your life be a good day
And good night
Dinsdag 14 oktober 1969
Old Swansea Town Once More
Old Swansea Town Once More
(Traditional)
Oh the Lord, made the bees
An' the bees did make the honey
But the Divil sent the woman foe to rob us of our money
An around Cape Horn we'll go!
An when me money's all spent ol' gal
We'll round Cape Horn for more ol' gal ol'gal!
You're the one I do adore
An all I'm living in hope to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more!
Now we're outward bound around Cape Horn
to 'Frisco an' around
I'll send you letters when we get there
An' you'll know I'm homeward bound ol' gal ol' gal!
Now when we're homeward bound, my dear
I'll bring you silks galore
I'll bring you jewels an' rings an' things
An ye won't wear the weeds no more, ol' gal ol' gal.
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
Now when we're leaving 'Frisco Town
Outside of the Golden Gate
I'll write my last letter to you, me dear
Then ye won't have so long to wait, old gal, old gal!
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
An' when we're leavin' the old Fallerones
bound for my o' Swansea
I know ye'll pull gal, on the string
For to haul me in from sea, old gal, old gal!
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
An then when we're rounded old Cape Horn
Climbin' the hill for home
Passed teh Western Islands into the Bay
We'll have no further for to roam, old gal, old gal!
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
An' then when we up the Channel do sail
I'll pray that you'll be there
To wait, me dear, on Swansea pier
My lovely presents for to share, old gal, old gal!
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
When Swansea Town we're off once more
We'll see the lights so clear
I know that's Megan down on the pier
In her dimity apron dear, old gal, old gal!
Chorus:
You're the one I do adore
An' all I've livin' in hopes to see
Is ol' Swansea Town once more, old gal, old gal!
You're the one I do adore
So take me ropes an' make me fast
In ol' Swansea Town once more
Maandag 13 oktober 1969
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Composer(s): John Lennon / Paul McCartney)
Originally performed by: The Beatles
Covered by various other artists
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
science in her home
late nights all alone with a test tube oh oh oh oh
Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine
calls her on the phone
can I take you out to the pictures Joan
but as she's getting ready to go
a knock comes on her door
chorus
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
bang bang maxwells silver hammer made sure that she was dead
Back at school again, Maxwell plays the fool again
teacher gets annoyed
wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene
she tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
so he waits behind
writing 50 times I must not be so oh oh oh
but when she turns her back on the boy
he creeps up from behind
chorus
PC 31, said we caught a dirty one
Maxwell stands alone
painting testimonial pictures oh oh oh oh
Rose and Valerie, sreaming from the gallery
say he must go free {Maxwell must go free}
the judge does not agree and he tells them so oh oh oh
but as the words are leaving his lips
a noise comes from behind
chorus {with he, substituted for her}
Maandag 13 oktober 1969
Old Shep
Old Shep
Composer(s): Red Foley; Willis Arthur
Performer(s): Red Foley;
and various other artists
When I was a lad and Old Shep was a pup
O'er hills and meadows we'd stray
Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole
When I would've drowned beyond doubt
Shep was right there, to the rescue he came
He jumped in and helped pulled me out
So the years fed along and at last he grew old
His eyesight was fast growin' dim
Then one day the doctor looked at me and said
"I can't do no more for him, Jim"
With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun
I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
And I wished that they'd shoot me instead
I went to his side and I sat on the ground
He laid his head on my knee
I stroked the best pal that a man ever found
I cried so I scarcely could see
Old Sheppie he knew he was going to go
For he reached out and licked at my hand
He looked up at me, just as much as to say
"We're parting, but you understand"
Now Old Shep is gone where the good doggies go
And no more with Old Shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home
Zondag 12 oktober 1969
Maxine
Maxine
Composer(s): Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Donald Fagen;
Mark Murphy; Anthony Wilson
Some say that you're reckless
They say we're much too young
Tell us to stop before we've begun
We've got to hold out till graduation
Try to hang on Maxine
While the world is sleeping
We meet at Lincolon Mall
Talk about life the meaning of it all
Try to make sense of the suburban sprawl
Try to hang on Maxine
Mexico City is like another world
Nice this year they say
You'll my senorita
In jeans and pearls
But first let's get off this high way
(off this high way)
We'll move back to Manhattan
And fill the place with friends
Drive to the coast and drive right back again
One day we'll wake up make love but till then
Try to hang on Maxine
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
