Dinsdag 6 mei 1969
44 Stories
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44 Stories
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Maandag 5 mei 1969
Many A Mile To Freedom
Many A Mile To Freedom
Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood
Performer(s): Traffic;
Marianne Faithfull; Silver Shoes
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow
Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
And together we melt like the snow
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow
A few more miles to go
Miles to freedom
Maandag 5 mei 1969
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
Composer(s): Gary Browne;
John Madara; Dave White Tricker
Performer(s): The Pixies Three
After school is over, we can have some fun
Bring the boys and, baby, I want you to come
All my girlfriends are gonna be there
(We'll be there) Let me tell you where
CHORUS:
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
Come along, come on
Just tap twice on this door
442 Glenwood Avenue
Goofy Eddie's gonna bring his ukelele
Groovy Freddy's going to dance all night with Sherry
I can't wait 'til I see you there
(See you there) Let me tell you again, the number's
Chorus
(Fun fun fun fun) We'll turn the lights down lower
(Fun fun fun fun) We'll dance a little slower
(Fun fun fun fun) And when the party's over
You'll walk me home
Now let me hang up the phone
But don't forget the number
Chorus
But don't forget the number
442 Glenwood Avenue
442 Glenwood Avenue
(Repeart while fading)
Zondag 4 mei 1969
Manuella
Manuella
Spanish Title: Viva La Quince Brigada
Composer(s): Pete Seeger; B. Bergman
Performer(s): Dalida
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Péon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle fit passer la frontière
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
A tous ceux qui volontaires,
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Voulaient défendre l'Espagne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Dans la cinquième brigade
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Ils venaient de par le monde
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
De Paris, Moscou ou Londres
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Et certains ont croit savoir
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Qu'ils venaient de nulle part
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
"Mais en 1937, près du café Tranquilidade alors que la cinquième brigade
doit quitter l'Espagne elle périt dans l'embuscade que lui tendait l'ennemi"
Elle avait seize ans à peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Mais n'ayez pas trop de peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son action ne fut pas vaine
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Son action de fut pas vaine
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Péon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella,Aïe Manuella
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Zondag 4 mei 1969
45th Floor
45th Floor
Composer(s): Bill Champlin; Tom Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Politician drivin' down the road
Flashin' that smile that got him the vote
Here's another country girl
He's teachin' her about the world in his room
On the 45th floor - get 'em all while they're young
Campaign money comes rollin' in
Ain't nobody askin' where it's been
Talk about a smokin' gun
What'd we pay to get his son out of jail?
Don't inhale
On the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
Used to be a rumour goin' round
The people tried to run my man outta town
We thought we'd see him ride the rails
No one's ever gonna nail him down
All because of the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
None of these fools ever thinks about the pain they cause
It's all about an image to uphold
How could anybody be so bold?
Takin' all the candy from the hands of a child
We all know what's been happenin'
Ain't no slappin' him down
We're supposedly invited to the party
But the elevator's never gonna stop
On the 45th floor
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on.
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the party rolls on
Zaterdag 3 mei 1969
Manuela (Julio Iglesias)
Manuela
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro; Ana Magdalena
Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Como noche como sueños
son los ojos negros
de mi amor Manuela
Como espiga en primavera
como luna llena es mi amor Manuela
Sus palabras cariñosas
la mirada inquieta
de mi amor Manuela
Tiene mis sentidos presos
y todos mis sueños para Manuela
Desde que llegó a mi vida
desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela
Soy dichoso como nadie
porque cada día me espera
la dulzura de sus besos
y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela
Cada día, cada instante
mi ilusión más grande
es ver a Manuela
Sólo vio, sólo pienso
sólo sé que existo por mi amor Manuela
Desde que llegó a mi vida
desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela
Soy dichoso como nadie
porque cada día me espera
la dulzura de sus besos
y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela
Zaterdag 3 mei 1969
48 Crash
48 Crash
Composer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn; Mike Chapman
Performer(s): Suzi Quatro
Well you got the hands of a man
and the face of a little boy blue-ue
And when you stand you're so grand
there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo
You're so young, you could have been the devil's son
You're so young, but like a hang up
I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone
Refrain:
Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash, that's the 48 Crash
You've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo-o
And you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o
You're so young, you're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young, but like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and you'll run
Refrain
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, Aaagh!
You know the 48 Crash comes like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the 48 Crash
48 Crash (Repeat And Fade)
Vrijdag 2 mei 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (Italian Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Arnaldi; Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Quattro stagioni chiuso là
Tra quattro muri di prigione
E io ad attenderlo Manuel
Ho rifiorito il suo giardino
Ed ho contato ogni mattino
Che divideva a me Manuel
La stesso treno cento volte
Per dir davanti a un secondino
Frasi d'amore senza senso
Leggevo dentro gli occhi suoi
Lacrime trattenute a stento
Fa male quando un uomo piange
La porta è aperta
Sulla libertà
La pioggia non può cambiar
Questa felicità
E c'è mancato poco che
Non trascinasse il suo destino
Su di una brutta via Manuel
Per un error di gioventù
Ha detto addio alla gioventù
Come farà a scordar, Manuel
Pensava di farla finita
Io mi sforzavo di esser lieta
Per dargli fede nella vita
Dicevo' non ti preoccupare
Mimmo ti riconoscerà
Gli parlo sempre di suo padre
La porta è aperta
Sulla libertà
La pioggia non può cambiar
La mia felicità
Quattro stagioni chiuso là
Tra quattro muri di prigione
E io ad attenderlo Manuel
E' proprio oggi che ritorna
Stanno annunciando il treno che
Riporterà da me Manuel
Ho messo dappertutto rose
Ho messo il vestito a fiori
E quello che piace a Manuel
Entriamo in casa tutti e tre
Io credo ch'è cambiato ormai
Stasera dorme qua
Manuel
Vrijdag 2 mei 1969
48 Hour Parole
48 Hour Parole
Composer(s): Allan Clarke; Tony Hicks; Terry Sylvester
Performer(s): The Hollies
I'm gettin out and steppin' in
to somewhere where it's warmer
First come will be first served
You'd better put in your order
Been out in the cold far too long
gonna set the town on fire (fire)
If you're not with me you better step aside
this boy's out for the kill kickin' higher
Oh 48 hour parole,
but I got to be a good boy
Oh 48 hour parole
Toein' the line ain't my style
and I ain't looking for trouble
I wasn't born I was carved out of stone
so don't try bustin' my bubble
chorus
verse 1
verse 2
chorus x3
Donderdag 1 mei 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (German Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Balasko; Hachfeld;
Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Ich wartete des ganze jahr
Solang er im gefängnis war
Ich wartete auf ihn Manuel
So gingen tag und nacht vorbei
Sein garten blühte wuchs anfs neu
Wie meine sehnsucht nach Manuel
Ich fuhr zu ihm wohl hundert mal
Sprach durch das gitter voller qual
Ein leeres, dummes wort von Liebe
Ich sah in seine augen nur
Er wischte fort die tränenspur
Ich sollte ihn nicht weinen sehen
Das tor steht offen, und die freibeit lacht
Wenn auch der regen nun noch fälit
Es ist schön auf der welt
Er hat so gut wie nichts getan
Das schicksal warf ihn aus der bahn
Und anf den falschen weg, Manuel
Ein unbedachter jugendstreich
Erschütterte sein leben gleich
Ob er des je vergisst, Manuel
Am anfang dachte ich daran
Er tut sich selber etwas an
Ich gab ihm wieder selbstvertrauen
Ich sagte nimm es nicht so schwer
Denk auch an Pierre, er liebt dich sehr
Wir sprechen oft von seinem vater
Das tor steht offen, und die freiheit lacht
Wenn auch der Regen nun noch fällt
Es ist schön auf der welt
Ich wartete das gauze jahr
Solang er im gefängnis war
Ich wartete anf ihn Manuel
Und heute kommt er nun nach haus
Ich steh am zug und er steigt aus
Wirft sich an meine Brust Manuel
Die Blumen stehen schon bereit
Ich trag das bunte sommerkleid
Das er an mir besonders liebte
Nun weiss ich alles ist vorbei
Er kommt zurück, ist wieder frei
Heut abend gehn wir aus Manuel
Donderdag 1 mei 1969
49 Bye-Byes
49 Bye-Byes
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash
49 reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend
Steady girl, be my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand,
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
Steady girl, be my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Woensdag 30 april 1969
Manuel (Dalida) (French Version)
Manuel
Composer(s): Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison
Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel
J'ai vu refleurir son jardin et j'ai compté chaque matin
Qui me ramènerait Manuel
J'ai pris cent fois le même train pour échanger devant témoin
Des mots d'amour sans importance
Je savais lire dans ses yeux
Des larmes cachées de son mieux
C'est dur de voir pleurer un homme
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté
Même la pluie ne change rien
Il fait beau ce matin
Il a suffit de presque rien pour faire basculer son destin
Sur les mauvais chemins Manuel
Pour une erreur de jeunesse il a entamé sa jeunesse
Pourra-t-il oublier Manuel
Il a parfois pensé au pire moi je m'efforçais de sourire
Et de lui redonner confiance
Je disais ne t'inquiète pas Jean François te reconnaîtra
Je lui parle souvent de son père
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté
Même la pluie ne change rien
Il fait beau ce matin
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison
Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel
C'est aujourd'hui qu'il me revient
Je vais l'attendre au dernier train
Qui me ramènera Manuel
J'ai coupé des fleurs ce matin
J'ai remis la robe de satin puisque c'est celle qu'il préfère
Voilà qu'il rentre à la maison
Moi je vais croire qu'il tiendra bon
Ce soir je dine avec
Manuel
Woensdag 30 april 1969
2 X 2
2 X 2
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
One by one, they followed the sun
One by one, until there were none
Two by two, to their lovers they flew
Two by two, into the foggy dew
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive
Six by six, they were playing with tricks
How many paths did they try and fail?
How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?
Seven by seven, they headed for heaven
Eight by eight, they got to the gate
Nine by nine, they drank the wine
Ten by ten, they drank again
How many tomorrow's have are they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark
Two by two, they step in the dark
Three by three, they're turning the key
Four by four, they turn it some more
One by one, they follow the sun
Two by two, to another rendezvous
Dinsdag 29 april 1969
Manuel (Caterina Valente)
Manuel
Performer(s): Caterina Valente
Manuel
du Chico
du sangst so schön
da war der Fremde in der Kirche da
Manuel
dein Vater
der ließ dich geh'n
er nahm das viele Geld und sagte ja
Manuel
der Junge aus Kastilein
der war
Manuel
dann über Nacht ein Star
Und in der großen Welt
da kam das große Geld
das steckten alle ein
doch nur nicht du
nein
Canta
canta Manuel
canta
canta Manuel
Canta
canta
Manuel
ich las den Brief
den du schriebst
du willst bei deinem Lied zu Hause sein
Manuel
ich kenn' das Dorf
das du liebst
nun bist du eingesperrt in Stadt und Stein
Manuel
ich kam und hab' dich weinen geseh'n
Manuel
du wolltest mit mir geh'n
Denn in der großen Welt
da gibt es Ruhm und Geld
doch es gibt eines nicht
gibt kein Zuhaus'
nein
Canta
canta Manuel
canta
canta Manuel
Canta
canta
Manuel
dann hab' ich gar nichts getan
ich brachte dich nicht mal zurück nach Haus
Manuel
und dein Konzert
das fing an
es war wie immer
du bekamst Applaus
Manuel
ich wüßte gern
für wen du jetzt singst
Manuel
wem du heut' Freude bringst
Da in der großen Welt
da gibt es Ruhm und Geld
doch es gibt eines nicht
gibt kein Zuhaus'
nein
Dinsdag 29 april 1969
20/20
20/20
Composer(s): Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): George Benson
When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard
You were tryin' to tell me all along
Something in the love was missing
You said "It's not too late to get it back"
But I just wasn't listening
If I knew back then what I know now
If I understood the what, when, why and how
Now it's clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Now I see it in a different light
I've been losin' you in stages
Give us one more chance
I'll get it right
Girl , you're gonna see some changes
If I knew back then what I know now
If i understood the what, when, why and how
Now it's clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Takin' time to catch up on some history
Tryin' to figure out what went wrong
with you and me
And it doesn't really matter
what's been before
But I know there's no future
with you walkin' out that door
Maandag 28 april 1969
Manque De Toi
Manque De Toi
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'veux pas finir comme une momie à Miami
Floride très peu pour moi
Qu'on met sur la plage au soleil à midi
Qu'on retrouve bronzé, mais froid
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais, si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Je t'attendrai, s'il le faut, toutes les nuits
Zombie devant chez toi
J'te promets, je ne chant'rai pas sous la pluie
J'ai pas l'humour pour ça
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais
C'est pas évident pour toi
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Question de feeling entre nous tu sais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Mais avec toi si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Maandag 28 april 1969
200 Balloons
200 Balloons
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it 25 policemen all in a row
Can't stop the party people - Go go go
If U can't beat 'em join 'em baby say so
It's party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me
200 balloons (Let's do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think U better love me 'cuz I'm really kind of nice
If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody
200 balloons Everybody sing it
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me I'll buy U love if I got
200 balloons (Let's do it) Tell me that U love me and I'll buy U a fancy car
I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star
So take me 4 what I'm worth, love me 4 what I are
(Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y'all
200 balloons Who's gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it Let's do it
Let's do it Let's do it It's party time y'all
200 balloons
(Do it) Don't stop me now
(Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun
(Do it) Rave, unto the joy y'all (Do it)
The only one don't try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it)
(Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me It's party time y'all
200 balloons (Let's do it)
200 balloons
(Let's do it) (Fly with me)
200 balloons
Let's do it Let's do it Hey, its been good!
Fly Fly
Fly with me (200 balloons)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me
200 balloons
(Let's do it)
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order
(Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons)
Get your house in, Get your house in
Get your hou', Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly)
(Oh yeah) Your house in order
Fly with me (200)
Let's do it
Get your house in order
200 balloons
Get your, Get your (Let's do it) Turn your heads to the east
I'll be coming from the west
Ain't no stoppin' me baby
'Cause I'm the best (200)
Cry Cry Cry
I love it when U moan
This funk will cut so deep
Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it)
My funk is multilayered (I just)
Don't stop me now (I just)
I got a fever pumpin'
Don't stop me now I'll make love to U (I just)
[Ain't day...sea to sea] (I just)
I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times
Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee
I'll be your busy bee
Come on queen... (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let's do, let's, let's do it)
(Rave, Fly with me)
(Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let's do it} balloons)
Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave
(Let's do it) (...) Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Zondag 27 april 1969
Manos Vacias
Manos Vacias
Composer(s): Luis Bolin; E. Cid
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Hoy a vuelto a darme por pensar
que el diablo vino a hablar
hoy mi alma no es tan cara
en las calles de esta ciudad
no te pares a buscar
los secretos de las despedidas
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida
Puede que me canse del alcohol
y que esta noche salga el sol
pero quien lo necesita
nunca sopla el viento a favor
cuando se trata del amor
y pretendes ir de prisa
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego, si... me da la vida
Con las manos vacias por ti.....
Zondag 27 april 1969
200 Years Old
200 Years Old
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown
Pennsylvania,
six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible
mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of
orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly
foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the
life!"...
She's 200 years old
so mean, she couldn't grow no lips
Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
She's two hundred years old
Squattin' down & pockin' up
In front of the juke box
just like she had True Religion.. BOY!
She's two hundred years old
Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years
half of this, none of that
one.. fifty.. oh squattin'
Yeah-ah, ain't she got
Oohhh, she got religion now, boy
Oohhhh, ?? ?? ??
Oohhhh, she's just mean
she just, she just can't grow no lips
Squat.. down, so mean she can't grow no lips
200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips
Zaterdag 26 april 1969
Manon
