Woensdag 12 februari 1969
Mama's Pearl
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Mama's Pearl
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Woensdag 12 februari 1969
100,000 Tons Of Steel
100,000 Tons Of Steel
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
I know these rails we're on
like I know my lady's smile
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile
Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made
But I wish I had a dollar
for each time we've both been down this grade
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat
She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine
She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back
Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet
I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know
Oh, oh I want to go down slow
Dinsdag 11 februari 1969
Mama's Little Alabama Coon
Mama's Little Alabama Coon (aka Stay In Your Own Back Yard)
Composer(s): Lyn Udall; Karl Kennett
Performer(s): Dick Hyman; Arthur Pryor
Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon
And ah ain't been born very long
Ah's remember one big round moon
Ah's member singin’ one sweet song
When they took me down to the cotton field
There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun
Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow
This was the old song she sung
Lilac trees are bloomin’ in the garden by the gate
Mammy's at her little cabin door
Curly headed picanniny comin’ home so late
Cryin’ cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around
With skins so white and fair
None of them with him would ever play
So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap
And crooned him in her kind old way
Why don't you play in your own backyard
Never mind what the white chile do
Nobody ever would want to play
With a little black coon like you
Go out and play as long as you please
But Honey don’t you cry so hard
Go out and jump on the high board fence
But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny
Brer fox catch you if ya don't
Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny
Mama goin to swap yo if you don't
Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo
Underneath the sunny southern moon
Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby
Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
Dinsdag 11 februari 1969
100,000 Years
100,000 Years
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
Performer(s): Kiss
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style
Well, how could you have waited so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a hundred thousand years
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a hundred thousand years
And baby won't you let me
I think I'm goin' out of my head
I'm just about to, ooh yeah, ha
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while, would you babe
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style
Maandag 10 februari 1969
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Composer(s): Ed Bruce; Patsy Bruce
Performer(s): Willie Nelson
and various other artists
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Zondag 9 februari 1969
Mama's Boy
Mama's Boy
Composer(s): Johnny Ramone; Dee Dee Ramone; Tommy Erdelyi
Originally performed by: The Ramones
1-2-3-4
Couldn't keep a secret got a concrete skull
Couldn't shut up you're an imbecile
You're an ugly dog there's nothing to gain
You couldn't shut up got a bad bad brain
Couldn't hold your tongue you were just too young
Like a two year old you told you told
You are all the same jelly bean brain
Every one's a secret nerd every one's a closet lame
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy
Don't want to work in a hot dog stand
Be a busboy messenger or a doorman
It's an abstract world you're an abstract man
Abstract city don't give a damn
Couldn't keep...
Ma-ma-ma-ma...
Ma-ma-ma-ma...
Ma-ma-ma-ma...
Zondag 9 februari 1969
1000 Years
1000 Years
Performer(s): Status Quo
I can't wait to say all the things I want to say
You don't help at all, thinking I am just a fool
But one has changed and one remains, going on
Even if it takes a thousand years or more
Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure
We'd still want more and more
Just the other day taking love you won't repay
Where's the give and take? Tell me why the sudden heartache?
The emptiness and loneliness say it all
Even if it takes a thousand years or more
Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure
We'd still want more and more
Walked all over me, played around with my heart
Who knows where or when from the middle through until the end?
An easy touch, you knew as much all along
Even if it takes a thousand years or more
Even if we cried a thousand tears, I'm sure
We'd still want more and more
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
