Vrijdag 30 januari 1970
On The Sunny Side Of The Rockies
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On The Sunny Side Of The Rockies
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Donderdag 29 januari 1970
Mean Woman Blues
Mean Woman Blues
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius
Originally performed by: Elvis Presley
Covered by various other artists
I got a woman
Mean as she can be
I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
A black cat up and died of fright
cause she crossed his path last night
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
She kiss so hard, she bruise my lips
Hurts so good, my heart just flips
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
Shes almost mean as me
The strangest gal I ever had
Never happy less she's mad
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
She makes love without a smile
Ooh, hot dog that drives me wild
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
Donderdag 29 januari 1970
On The Sentimental Side
On The Sentimental Side
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Al Bowlly;
and various other artists
If you wonder why I'm near you
Even though I've been denied
I'm inclined to be a little
On the sentimental side
I suppose I should forget you
If I had an ounce of pride
But I guess I can't help being
On the sentimental side
I should act gay
Laugh it off and say, "Faretheewell"
Say it just didn't wear well
But I'm not that way
I'm in hopes you'll think it over
And perhaps be satisfied
With a simple sort of person
On the sentimental side
Woensdag 28 januari 1970
Mean To Me
Mean To Me
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Fred E. Ahlert
Performer(s): Ruth Etting
and various other artists
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home each night
When you say you phone
You don't and I'm left alone
Sing the blues and sighin'
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
I must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
Dinsdag 27 januari 1970
Mean Talking Blues
Mean Talking Blues
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain
All I scatter is aches and pains
I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face
And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace
If I ever done a good deed -- I'm sorry of it
I'm mean in the East, mean in the West
Mean to the people that I like the best
I go around a-causin' lot of accidents
And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks
I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen
I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner
I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean...
I ride around on the subway trains
Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain
And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side
I laugh my loudest when other people cry
Can't help it -- I was born good, I guess
Just like you or anybody else ---
But then I... just turned off mean
I hate ev'rybody don't think like me
And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free
Rather see you starved to death
Than see you at work
And I'm readin' all the books I can
To learn how to hurt
Daily Misery -- spread diseases
Keep you without no vote
Keep you without no union
Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well
I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell
I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice
I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice
And the roaches, and the turnamights
And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs
And the grub worms, and the stingarees
And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth
The ticks and the blow-flies
These is all of my little angels
That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness
And mosquiters...
Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller
Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller
Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail
And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail
And I growed horns...
And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you
I hated union ever'where
'Cause God likes unions
And I hate God!
Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean
That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen
Then get the colors to fightin' one another
And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother
That'll be just it
Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine
And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets
That'll just suit me fine
'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union
And I hate ever'thing that's organized
And I hate ever'thing that's planned
And I love to hate and I hate to love!
I'm mean, I'm just mean...
Dinsdag 27 januari 1970
On The South Sea Isle
On The South Sea Isle
Composer(s): Harry Von Tilzer
Down upon the south sea island
Where I long to be, it's my land
Oriental breezes fan the air, there
On the beach of old Whi Woola
You can see the hula hula
Pretty maidens dancing everywhere, so fair
In the night time, that's the right time
All the world's in tune
Oriental, sentimental, dusky lovers croon
Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
In this dreamy land of pleasure
There are memories I treasure
Moonlight strolls along the silv'ry sand, and
Loving eyes that seem to haunt me
Lips that used to laugh and taunt me
List'ning to the oriental band, so grand
Birds a-cooing, lovere wooing
As they stroll along
Tropic moonlight, dreamy spoonlight
Just a world of song
Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
Maandag 26 januari 1970
Mean Old World
Mean Old World
Composer(s): Little Walter
Originally performed by: Little Walter
Covered by various other artists
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go
Maandag 26 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Willie Nelson)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
Performer(s): Willie Nelson
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
Zondag 25 januari 1970
Mean Old Frisco
Mean Old Frisco
Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
You know they take my girl away, Lord, and blow back out on me
Well my mama, she done told me, and my papa told me too
Mama told me and my papa told me too
A woman that gets in your face, Lord she ain't no friend for you
Well I'm goin' away now baby, and I won't be back until fall
Goin' away, baby. Lord, I won't be back till fall
If I don't come back by then, Lord, I won't be back at all
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Gonna take my gal away, Lord, and blow back out on me
Zondag 25 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Canned Heat)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Floyd Jones; Alan Wilson
Performer(s): Canned Heat
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
I didn't have no payroll
Not even no place to go
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
She said "Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son"
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
'Cause it's soon one morning
Down the road I'm going
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
I can't carry you, Baby
Gonna carry somebody else
Zondag 25 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Bob Dylan)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
Zaterdag 24 januari 1970
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues (Ernest Tubb)
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale?
Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale?
Well if you never did you never in a real jail
These bugs are divin’ me crazy I don’t know what to do
These bugs are divin’ me crazy I don’t know what to do
I could turn my bed over but they’re all over side too
There’s a boy in here with me with 99 years to go
There’s a boy in here with me with 99 years to go
Boy these dog gone bud bugs will get fed up on him I know
This here old jailer sure is a mean old man
This old jailer sure is a mean old man
All he bring me is beans in my little old bent up can
Just like a little old dog’s can
Got a letter from my baby she didn’t have much to say
I got a letter from my Mama she didn’t have much to say
She said son don’t let them bed bugs whittle my Daddy away
Well I’ll soon be leavin’ and I’ll be so glad to go
I’ll soon be leavin’ and I’ll be so glad to go
‘Cause these dog gone bed bugs done got me beat I know
Zaterdag 24 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Bernard Lavilliers)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
Bandits joyeux, insolents et drôles
On attendait que la mort nous frôle
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
Au petit jour on quittait l'Irlande
Et derrière nous s'éclairait la lande
Il fallait bien un jour qu'on nous pende
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
La mer revient toujours au rivage
Dans les blés mûrs y a des fleurs sauvages
N'y pense plus, tu es de passage
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
On attendait que la mort nous frôle
Elle nous a pris les beaux et les drôles
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
Ami sais-tu que les mots d'amour
Voyagent mal de nos jours
Tu partiras encore plus lourd
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
On the road again, again
On the road again
Vrijdag 23 januari 1970
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues (Bessie Smith)
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues
Composer(s): Leo Wood
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
Gals, bed bugs sure is evil, they don't mean me no good
Yeah, bed bug sure is evil, they don't mean me no good
Thinks he's a woodpecker and I'm a chunk of wood
When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep
When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep
When some is holding my hand, others eating my feet
Bed bug as big as a jackass1, will bite you and stand and grin
Bed bug as big as a jackass, will bite you and stand and grin
Will drink all the bed bur for them turn around and bite you again
Something moan in the corner, I went over and see
Something moan in the corner, I went over and see
It was the bed bug a prayin', Lord, gimme some more cheese
Vrijdag 23 januari 1970
On The Radio
On The Radio
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder; Donna Summer
Performer(s): Donna Summer;
and various other artists
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you
But they said it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa oh oh oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
Now, now
Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song
Things are not the same since we broke up last June
The only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still
And that you think you'll be comin' home real soon
Whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
And it made me feel proud when I heard you say
You couldn't find the words to say it yourself
And now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel
'Cause they said it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Played in shorter version:
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
Well tune right in you made find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago
It sounded really loud
They said it really loud
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
(end)
Played in longer version:
Sendin' in a letter to tell them that I love you, too
If you hear it, maybe you will know
When you hear them read the line about love's return on the radio
You'll think about the two of us and you'll come home
Whoa, oh, oh,
If you knew just how I'd felt why'd you make me wait?
Life goes on and on while you play with my heart
Don't hold on any longer 'cause now I know how you really feel
'Cause I heard it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
Now
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
Then tune right in you made find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sittin here with the man I sent away long ago
It sounded really loud
They said it really loud
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
Donderdag 22 januari 1970
Mean Mr. Mustard
Mean Mr. Mustard
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: The Beatles
Covered by various other artists
Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park
shaves in the dark, tries to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy him some clothes
Keeps a ten bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
she never stops, she's a go getter
Takes him out to look at the Queen
Only place that he's ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man
Donderdag 22 januari 1970
Mama Tried
Mama Tried
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young'uns dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried
One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin'
Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore
I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Dear old Daddy rest his soul left my Ma a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused
I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Donderdag 22 januari 1970
On The Outgoing Tide
On The Outgoing Tide
Composer(s): Lew Brown; Mabel Wayne
Performer(s): Perry Como;
Vic Damone; Jo Stafford
On the outgoing tide
I know that you're leaving today
And my tears will be
A part of the sea
That's taking you, darling
Away from me
But they can't take my dreams
They can't take the love in my heart
And, although I know we're drifting apart
If heaven has meant you for me, for me
I know I will sail at your side
Someday on the outgoing tide
And, although I know we're drifting apart
If heaven has meant you for me, for me
I know I will sail at your side
Someday on the outgoing tide
Donderdag 22 januari 1970
Oh Death
Oh Death (aka "Death And A Lady: Echoes Of A Mortal Conversation" or "Conversations With Death")
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dock Boggs
and various other artists
What is this that I can see
With icy hands taking hold on me
I am death and none can excel
I'll open the doors to heaven or hell
Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year
Oh, death, someone would pray
Couldn’t you call some other day
God's children prayed
The preacher's preached
The time of mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaws so you can't talk
Close your eyes so you can 't see
This very hour come go with me
Death, I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To drop the flesh oft of the frame
The earth and worms both have a claim
Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year
My mother come to my bed
Place a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm, my feet is cold
Death is moving upon my soul
Oh, death, how you treating me
Close my eyes so I can't see
You hurt my body
You make me cold
You're ruling my life right out of my soul
Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year
Oh, death, please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
The old, the young, the rich or poor
Are all alike with me, you know
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year
Woensdag 21 januari 1970
Mean Mama Blues
