Zondag 9 februari 1969
1000 Years
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1000 Years
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Zaterdag 8 februari 1969
Ik Zoek Naar Een Dorp
Ik Zoek Naar Een Dorp
Performer(s): Bobby Prins
Ik zoek naar een dorp vol oude huisjes
Met langs de weg die houten kruisjes
En een kapel onder de linde
Je kan het bijna niet meer vinden
Ik zie zo'n dorp vaak in mijn dromen
Daar geurt het hooi onder de bomen
Ik zoek naar een weg om er te komen
Maar dat is lang voorbij
Waar het gras nog groeit
en een bloem nog bloeit
Zat men hand in hand aan de waterkant
Er was toen nog geen rijkdom, geen weelde
maar wel mensen die elkaars lief en leed deelde
waar is zo'n dorp nu toch gebleven
waar de natuur niet is verdreven
Ik zou het zo graag nog eens beleven
Maar dat is lang voorbij
Er was toen nog geen rijkdom, geen weelde
maar wel mensen die elkaars lief en leed deelde
waar is zo'n dorp nu toch gebleven
waar de natuur niet is verdreven
Ik zou het zo graag nog eens beleven
Maar dat is lang voorbij
Zaterdag 8 februari 1969
10538 Overture
10538 Overture
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today
Did you see him run through the streets and far away
Aah
Did you see him run, did you see him fall
Did his life flash by at the bedroom door
Did you hear the news it came across the air today
Someone has been found on the rocks down in the bay
Ahhh
Did you see him hide, did you see him crawl
Does his life mean more than it did before
Did you see that man running through the streets today
Did you catch his face, was it 10538
Ahhhh
Vrijdag 7 februari 1969
Maman, Papa
Maman, Papa
Composer(s): Georges Brassens; Patachou
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Patachou
Maman, maman, en faisant cette chanson
Maman, maman, je r'deviens petit garçon
Alors je suis sage en classe
Et, pour te fair' plaisir
J'obtiens les meilleures places
Ton désir
Maman, maman, je préfèere à mes jeux fous
Maman, maman, demeurer sur tes genoux
Et, sans un mot dire, entendre tes refrains charmants
Maman, maman, maman, maman
Papa, papa, en faisant cette chanson
Papa, papa, je r'deviens petit garçon
Et je t'entends sous l'orage
User tout ton humour
Pour redonner du courage
A nos cœurs lourds
Papa, papa, il n'y eut pas entre nous
Papa, papa, de tendresse ou de mots doux
Pourtant on s'aimait, bien qu'on ne se l'avouât pas
Papa, papa, papa, papa
Maman, papa, en faisant cette chanson
Maman, papa, je r'deviens petit garçon
Et, grâce à cet artifice
Soudain je comprends
Le prix de vos sacrifices
Mes parents
Maman, papa, toujours je regretterai
Maman, papa, de vous avoir fait pleurer
Au temps où nos cœurs ne se comprenaient encor pas
Maman, papa, maman, papa
Vrijdag 7 februari 1969
10th Street
10th Street
Composer(s): Mark Avsec
Performer(s): Donnie Iris
Me and Pooch we were from the west end of town
And all the kids on the streets
used to hang at the corner playground
There was Billy and Bobby and Rikki the Knife
And the girl I swear I'd love till the day I died
In the summers outta school you knew just what to do
On 10th Street
There's no school like my old school
On 10th Street
There's no food like the greasy spoon
On 10th Street
There's no bar like Crazy Lou's
On 10th Street
I wish that I could go back home
I didn't want to be your whipping post
But I pledge my love to the girl I love the most
And old pal Bonio he was straining his neck
I guess you got a little lovin' but you lost your respect
Yeah me and Pooch we were laughin'
Yeah we always had a ball
On 10th Street
Life was so simple then
On 10th Street
I miss all my good old friends
On 10th Street
Give me a house with a picket fence
On 10th Street
That's my America
But now they put up a parking lot
They made the people all get out
Damn the man with a plan to put an end
I said damn the man with a plan to put an end to
10th Street
On 10th Street
Life was so simple then
On 10th Street
I miss all my good old friends
On 10th Street
Give me a house with a picket fence
On 10th Street
That's my America
God Bless America
God Bless America Yeah
On 10th Street
God Bless America
Donderdag 6 februari 1969
11 Y 6
11 Y 6
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez
En un café se vieron por casualidad
cansas en el alma de tanto andar
ella tenia un clavel en la mano
el se acerco, le pregunto si andaba bien
llegaba a la ventana en puntas de pie
y la llevo a caminar por corrientes
miren todos, ellos solos
pueden mas que el amor
y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo
se escondieron en el Centro
y en el baño de un bar sellaron todo con un beso
durante un mes vendieron rosas en La Paz
presiento que no importaba nada mas
y entre los dos juntaban algo
no se por que jamas los volví a ver
el carga con 11 y ella con 6
y si reía, el le daba la luna
miren todos, ellos solos
pueden mas que el amor,
y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo
se escondieron en el Centro
y en el baño de un bar
sellaron todo con un beso...
Woensdag 5 februari 1969
11th Hour Melody
11th Hour Melody
Composer(s): King Palmer; Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Al Hibbler
Chorus:
The 11th hour is here
The hour of parting dear
Hibbler:
We have one hour my love
For at midnight we must part
Soon my love
You'll obey your wandering heart
Thrill my lips
As you've always thrilled them
'Til my lips
Are mine no more
Hold back the time, my love
The 11th hour is here
Hold the time
While I'm holding back a tear
I'll be yours
'Til the last eternity
Darling, come
Back to me
Chorus:
The 11th hour is here
The hour of parting dear
(instrumental interlude)
Hibbler:
I'll be yours
'Til the last eternity
Darling, come
Back to me
Chorus:
The 11th hour is here
The hour of parting dear
Come back
Dinsdag 4 februari 1969
Maman (Dorothée Bercy)
Maman
Composer(s): J.F. Porry; Gérard Salesses
Performer(s): Dorothée Bercy
Maman quel est donc ce tourment
Maman cet étrange sentiment
Maman cette envie qui me prend
De rire et de pleurer
De crier de chanter
Maman rien n'est plus comme avant
Maman je sens confusément
Maman comme un enchantement
Qui vient tout bouleverser
Jusque dans mes pensées
C'est comme un torrent
Qui coule en grondant
C'est comme un volcan
Un cri de géant
{Refrain:}
Il n'y a qu'à toi
Que je puisse dire tout ça
J'ai besoin de toi
Je t'en pris aide-moi
Dis-moi pourquoi
Pourquoi je suis comme ça?
Maman est-ce un envoûtement
Maman inexorablement
Maman j'ai comme un sentiment
Que ma vie va changer
Que tout va exploser
Maman c'est un ravissement
Maman il faut rester violent
Maman c'est un bouleversement
De tout ce que j'ai fait
De tout ce que j'aimais
C'est comme un bonheur
Si fort qu'il fait peur
C'est comme un printemps
Qui dure tout le temps
{au Refrain}
Maman ne cherche pas plus longtemps
Maman j'ai compris à présent
Maman la cause de mon tourment
C'est ce gentil garçon
Qui m'a pris ma raison
Maman il m'a souri et puis
Maman ça a changé ma vie
Maman je ne pense plus qu'à lui
La nuit et puis le jour
Est-ce que c'est ça l'amour?
C'est comme un torrent
Qui coule en grondant
C'est comme un printemps
Qui dure tout le temps
Il n'y a qu'à toi
Que je puisse dire tout ça
J'ai besoin de toi
Je t'en pris aide-moi
C'est mon problème
Je crois bien que je l'aime ...
Dinsdag 4 februari 1969
1-2 Crush On You
1-2 Crush On You
Composer(s): Strummer; Jones
Performer(s): The Clash
Standing in a queue of a school canteen
Guys on the corner they were laughin' at me
But I don't mind if they see it all
You know I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you
My mind don't need it but my body do
A little bit of loving and attention for you
Although we're only strangers
They don't need to know
I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean
ooh, I got a crush on you
I wanna get serious right away
1-2, I got a crush on you
what you doin' today or any other day?
1-2, I got a crush on you
just one look and I go insane
1-2, I got a crush on you
Your daddy never comes to get you
`Cos lives so far away
But his Italian chauffeur shows up every day
But I'll get you in the corner, I'll get you all alone
I gotta cum clean, I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
I said 1-2
I got a crush on you
Why should I get a crush on you?
Maandag 3 februari 1969
Maman (Dalida)
Maman
English & Italian Titles: Mama; Mamma
Composer(s): Cesare Andrea Bixio; Bruno Cherubini
Performer(s): Dalida
Quoi de plus doux de plus tendre
Que le cœur d'une maman
Qui donc c'est mieux nous comprendre
Et calme tous nos tourments
Maman
C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante
Maman
Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante
Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage
Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux
Maman tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant
Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire
Maman
Dès que j'ouvrais les paupières
Dans tes bras tu me pressais
Et parfois des nuits entière
En chantant tu me berçais
Maman
C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante
Maman
Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante
Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage
Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux
Maman
Tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant
Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire
Maman
Maman, Maman
Maandag 3 februari 1969
12/8 Blues (All The Same)
12/8 Blues (All The Same)
Composer(s): Stephen Stills
Performer(s): Stephen Stills
Can you see me cryin’?
Can you hear me dyin’?
I want to talk to you
Listen too
Do you know me
Like I know you?
Do you love me
Like I love you?
Is it all the same, yeah?
We’ll be old friends
Tryin’.
Till the road ends
We’ll be fine.
Listen to me say to you
I got the music
I need the space
I like to use it
To get out of this place
Cause it’s all the same, yeah
I got the miserables
Help me
Don’t seem sensible
You tell me
I want to talk to you
Listen too
Too many times
I swallow my words
Is it a crime
To want to make her
Or is it all the same, yeah?
Zondag 2 februari 1969
Maman (Christophe)
Maman
Composer(s): Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait
Maman maman quand m'achèteras-tu un train électrique?
Je le voudrais pour ne plus jouer avec celui des copains
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait
Maman maman aujourd'hui c'est ta fête
Pour toi je suis allé cueillir ces petites fleurs
Qui te porteront bonheur ce ne sont que des coquelicots
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais
Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui chantait
Ta ba dou...
Zondag 2 februari 1969
120...150...200 Kms. Por Hora
120...150...200 Kms. Por Hora
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
As coisas estão passando mais depressa
O ponteiro marca 120
O tempo diminui
As árvores passam como vultos
A vida passa
O tempo passa
Estou a 130
As imagens se confundem
Estou fugindo de mim mesmo
Fugindo do passado
Do meu mundo assombrado
De tristeza
De incerteza
Estou a 140
Fugindo de você
Eu vou voando pela vida
Sem querer chegar
Nada vai mudar meu rumo
Nem me fazer voltar
Vivo fugindo sem destino algum
Sigo caminhos que me levam a lugar nenhum
O ponteiro marca 150
Tudo passa ainda mais depressa
O amor, a felicidade
O vento afasta uma lágrima
Que começa a rolar no meu rosto
Estou a 160
Vou acender os faróis
Já é noite
Agora são as luzes que passam por mim
Sinto um vazio imenso
Estou só na escuridão
A 180
Estou fugindo de você
Eu vou sem saber pra onde
Nem quando vou parar
Não, não deixo marcas no caminho
Pra não saber voltar
Às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim
Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda
Eu vou viver assim
O ponteiro agora marca 190
Por um momento tive a sensação de ter você a meu lado
O banco está vazio
Estou só
A 200 por hora
Vou parar de pensar em você pra prestar atenção na estrada
Zaterdag 1 februari 1969
Mamaïéba
Mamaïéba
Composer(s): Alfredo Larios; Roger Loubet
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Gentle breeze blows, so softly wakes the morning
(wakes the morning)
The air is still, see the night is yawning (night is yawning)
Feel the warmth of the first shy yellow sun rays falling
(sun rays falling)
Hear the birds sing, a newborn day are calling
In this life filled with loneliness and sorrow (sorrow)
Where dark are the dreams
and the paths are narrow (paths are narrow)
Let your heart, freedom, peace, love, tenderness to follow (to follow)
Singing these words: "Think of a new tomorrow"
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Children's laughter around with smiling faces (smiling faces)
Like flowers bloom, know no tribes or races (tribes or races)
Give them love, give them hope and music from all places (from all places)
Eagles fly high, always to find new spaces
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba)
Ooh, mamamaïé, mamaïéba (mamaïéba) ....
Zaterdag 1 februari 1969
1-2-3 (Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine)
1-2-3
Composer(s): Gloria M. Estefan; Enrique Garcia
Performer(s): Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine
They tell me you're a shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Come out of your shell, boy
You know we go like hand in glove
You're afraid of giving in
But I am never giving up on your love
And no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
So no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
You got to give me your love
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
Until you are mine
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
Vrijdag 31 januari 1969
Mama, You Got A Daughter
Mama, You Got A Daughter
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker
Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me
Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me
Tell your daughter that I love her now, I'll do anything I can
Tell your daughter I love her, love her till the day I die
Tell your daughter I love her, I'll love her till the day I die
I want to you to talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me
I'm loving that woman, I'm crazy about your daughter
I'm waiting for your daughter, I love your daughter
I love your daughter, tell me what I'll do
I said look over here now mama
Ever since mama, your daughter was five years old
I was six years old, we were going to school together mama
I was a natural born fool for your daughter mama
Mama please talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her mama
I love your daughter, do anything she says
Mama talk to your daughter
Mama talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Mama talk to your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Mama talk to your daughter for me
I'm crazy about your daughter
Mama I'm crazy about your daughter
Mama talk to your daughter
You know that's your daughter
Tell your daughter I love her
Talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me
Mama talk to your daughter (repeat)
Vrijdag 31 januari 1969
Oh! Look At Me Now
Oh! Look At Me Now
Composer(s): Joe Bushkin; John DeVries
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
I'm not the guy who cared about love
And Im not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!
I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!
I'm a new man better than Casanova at his best
With a new heart and a brand new start
Why I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest
So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!
I'not the guy who cared about love
And I'm not the guy who cared about fortunes and such
I never cared much
Oh, look at me now!
And I never knew the technique of kissing
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch
I never knew much
Oh, look at me now!
I'm a new man better than Casanova at his very best
With a new heart and a brand new start
I'm so proud I'm bustin' my vest
So I'm the guy who turned out a lover
Yes I'm the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings
One of those things
Oh, look at me now!
Look at me now!
Donderdag 30 januari 1969
Oh, My My
Oh, My My
Composer(s): Vini Poncia; Richard Starkey
Performer(s): Ringo Starr;
Maggie Bell; Winston Groovy; David Hentschel
I phoned up my doctor
To see what's the matter
He said come on over
I said do I have to
My knees started shakin'
My wrist started achin'
When my doctor said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, if you try
Oh my my, oh my my
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
The head nurse
She blew in, just like a tornado
When they started dancin'
I jumped off the table
I felt myself healin', and I was leavin'
This is what they said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my
Can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
You can boogie, you can fly
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Now if you should slow down
And you're feelin' low down
Don't call up your doctor
Just grab you a partner
It's what you've been missin'
I've got your prescription
That boogie woogie remedy
Oh my my, oh my my
You can you boogie, can you slide
Oh my my, oh my my
We can boogie, 'till we die
Oh my my, if you try
It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Oh my my, oh my my
Watch me boogie, watch me fly
Oh my my, oh my my
Born to boogie, born to slide
Oh my my, oh my my
Ooh wee boogie, ooh wee I
Oh my my, oh my my
Play that boogie, play that slide
Woensdag 29 januari 1969
Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel
Composer(s): Cy Coben; Bobbejaan Schoepen; Louis Verbeeck
Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen
Marleentje was een jaar of drie
Zij ging vaak spelen met haar popje op de straat
En toen een wagen kwam die plotseling vergeefs nog had geremd
Hield zij haar pop krampachtig vast geklemd
M'n lij haar toen in een wit bed
Daar lag ze bleekjes met haar popje in haar arm
Zij kon niet horen wat de dokter tot haar moeder zachtjes zei
En smeken en vol pijn fluisterde zij
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Nu slaapt ze stil, maar voor altijd
Haar kleine pop naast haar zoals ze had gevraagd
En in de nacht zit er een moeder eenzaam naast een lege bed
Zij hoort een kinderstem die zachtjes klaagt
Oh, mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos
Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Woensdag 29 januari 1969
Oh My Lady (The Stampeders)
