Maandag 17 februari 1969
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Zondag 16 februari 1969
Mambo Rock


Mambo Rock
Composer(s): Jimmy Ayre; M. Phillips; Bix Reichner
Performer(s): Bill Haley
and various other artists
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
There's an island in the Caribbean Sea
Where the natives dance and rock with plea
The mambo dance in a different way
They do the crazy mambo rock all day
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Where the waves roll up on the golden sand
Grab your chick right by the hand
You can clap and stamp your feet
To that crazy rocking mambo beat
Oh, hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Through the red hot day and the cool-cool night
When the mambo moon is shining bright
They love to dance around the clock
To that crazy rocking mambo beat
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
Zaterdag 15 februari 1969
Mambo Miam Miam


Mambo Miam Miam
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
J'ai dans l'oesophage
Un antropophage
Qui avait dans l'idée
De m'empoisonner
Il m'disait p'tite tête
Ôte-toi d'là qu'j'm'y mette
Je me suis résigné
À l'bouffer l'premier
Sauvage ou pirate
On s'tire dans les pattes
Et le moins malin
Peut crever de faim
Soldat ou artiste
On est tous des tristes
Sires et malheur à
Qui manque d'estomac
Dans ma garçonnière
Misère de misère
La femme du voisin
S'fait couler un bain
Quand la mienne s'déhanche
J'ai le cœur qui flanche
D'voir les autres tudieu
La bouffer des yeux
Viendra le jour certes
Où la gueule ouverte
Comme ça d'but en noir
J'irai me faire voir
J'ferai des orphelines
Et par la racine
J'boufferai les orties
Et les pissenlits
Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam
Miam miam
Zaterdag 15 februari 1969
100 Nights


100 Nights
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth
Performer(s): Marillion
A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
I feel it change
And stay the same
As each day passes
They invite me to their gathering
In the finer parts of town
They seem attracted to my indifference
The irony just knocks me out
And I love them as if I love them
And they reciprocate with help
But I look up at these mirrors sometimes
And I can't see myself
They say that some are born to burn
And some are born to give
They say that some people live and learn
Some people only live and live
You don't know that I come here
If you did you would know why
So we close our eyes
You didn't notice me
As i passed you on the stairs
How could you ever guess
Lookin' at my face
How closely I share your taste
How well I know your place
Even the clothes you wear
I've seen them when you're not there
You say that you can win win win
If you know how to play the game
But while you're out there playing you see
There's something you should know
She spends your money
She spends your money on me
Vrijdag 14 februari 1969
Mambo Italiano


Mambo Italiano
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Originally performed by: Rosemary Clooney
Covered by various other artists
A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong. . .
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up Siciliano
All you Calabrese -a do the mambo like a crazy with a. . .
Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with the fish a baccalà and a. . .
Hey cumpà, I love a how you dance a rumba
But take a some advice paesano
Learn how to mambo!
If you gonna be a square - You ain't a gonna go nowhere
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake a like a Giovanno
Come lei dice -ah you getta happy in the feets-a? Aye . . .
When you mambo italiano
Shake-a Baby shake-a 'cause I love a when you take a me
Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna tell a papa"
And a hey cetriolo you don't a have to go to school
Just make-it with the beat bambino. . .
It's a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you. . .
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano
it's a so delish-a ev'rybody can capisci. . .
how to mambo italianoooooo!
'Ats nice!
Unh
Vrijdag 14 februari 1969
100 Years Ago


100 Years Ago
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Went out walkin' through the wood the other day
and the world was a carpet laid before me
The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange
and it seemed about a hundred years ago
Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate
just gazin' at some dragon in the sky
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
well, it seemed about a hundred years ago
Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles
living out a dream of what they was
Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?
Wend out walkin' through the wood the other day
can't you see the furrows in my forehead?
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
now it seems about a hundred years ago
Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine
don't worry 'bout this man that you love
Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you
and please excuse me while I hide away
Call me lazy bones
ain't got no time to waste away
lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away
Don't you think it's just about time to hide away?
Yeah, yeah!
Donderdag 13 februari 1969
Mambembe


Mambembe
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Soledad Bravo; Jose Luiz Mazziotti
No palco, na praça, no circo, num banco de jardim
Correndo no escuro, pixado no muro
Você vai saber de mim
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando
Mendigo, malandro, moleque, mulambo, bem ou mal
Escravo fugido ou louco varrido
Vou fazer meu festival
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando
Poeta, palhaço, pirata, corisco, errante judeu
Dormindo na estrada, não é nada, não é nada
E esse mundo é todo meu
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando
Donderdag 13 februari 1969
100,000 Pennies


100,000 Pennies
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
I broke into the bank on Sunday
You should see the money I got
I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday
'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot
Then I sat down to count it
And much to my surprise
A whole lotta little brown, little round coins
Rolled out before my eyes
Chorus:
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
Not a solitary dollar or a dime
And I don't believe there's many
Rich men with a problem like mine
And I don't think this is any
Kind of ending to a perfect crime
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
And I'm spendin' it a penny at a time!
Now a steak sure would taste delicious
And I've forgot how a beer would feel
But the man just might get suspicious
If I gave him eight hundred pennies for a meal
So I guess I'll just weigh myself again
And buy me another stick of gum
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies, Lord!
And I'm livin' like a penniless bum!
Chorus:
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
Not a solitary dollar or a dime
And I don't believe there's many
Rich men with a problem like mine
Woensdag 12 februari 1969
Mama's Pearl


Mama's Pearl
Composer(s): Berry Gordy Jr.; Alphonso Mizell;
Freddie Perren; Deke Richards
Performer(s): The Jackson 5
Michael:
You send cold chills up and down my spine
You kiss my chills
But you draw the line, oh baby
Jackson 5:
Oh baby
Michael:
'Cause yo' mama told you that love wasn't right
Don't you know good lovin' is the spice of life, yeah
Mama's pearl, let down your curls
Won't you give my love a whirl
Find what you've been missin'
Jackson 5:
What you've been missin'
Michael: Oooh-oooh, now baby
Daddy's girl, let down your curls
Won't give you give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'
Jackson 5:
Keep me wishin'
Tito:
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom boom boom
Ba-boom, ba-boom boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom boom boom
Ba-boom, ba-boom boom
Michael:
You want my lovin'
Yes you do do do
Jackson 5:
Yes you do, I know you do
Michael: You want my lovin'
Is it true true true, now baby
Jackson 5:
Oh baby
Michael: Now your conscience tells you
Love is wrong
Jakcson 5:
Oh
Michael:
Did you know good lovin'
Never hurt no one
Oh...
Mama's pearl, let down your curls
Won't you give my love a whirl
Find what you've been missin'
Jackson 5:
What you've been missin'
Michael:
Oooh-oooh now baby
Daddy's girl, let down your curls
Won't you give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'
Jakcson 5:
Keep me wishin'
Michael:
Let it all hang out
Jackson 5:
Girl don't be afraid
Jermaine:
Oooh, you've got the first step made
Jackie:
Oooh, the rest is up to you
Jermaine:
Feel is what you do
Let yourself go
Michael:
Let your lovin' flow, now now now
Let your lovin' flow, now now
Just give in to me
Jermaine:
'Cause I've got what you need
Michael:
Got what you need
Michael:
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Find out what you're missin'
Goody girl, we've got the pearl
Give your heart a twirl
Won't you give my love a whirl
Jackson 5:
Girl don't be afraid
Jermaine:
Oooh, you've got the first step made
Jackie:
Oh just give in
Just give in to me
Jermaine:
'Cause I've got what you need
Michael:
Got what you need
Jermaine:
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Let yourself go
Michael:
Let your lovin' flow
Let your lovin' flow
Just give it to me
Jermaine:
'Cause I've got what you need
Got what you need
Michael:
Oh oh oh oh, mama's pearl
Jackson 5:
Daddy's girl we've got it made
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Girl we've got it made
Michael:
Find out what you've been missin' sugar
Goody goody goody girl, oooh
Jackson 5:
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Michael:
Mama's pearl
Jackson 5:
Girl, we've got it made
Michael:
Oooh, oooh
Jackson 5:
Girl don't be afraid
Michael:
Oooh
Jermaine:
We've got the first step made
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



