Zaterdag 22 februari 1969
Gooch's Song
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Gooch's Song
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Vrijdag 21 februari 1969
Bosom Buddies
Bosom Buddies
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Angela Lansbury
and various other artists
Vera and Mame:
We'll always be bosom buddies
Friends, sisters and pals
We'll always be bosom buddies
If life should reject you
There's me to protect you
Vera:
If I say that your tongue is vicious
Mame:
If I call you uncouth
Vera and Mame:
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and tell you the truth
Vera:
Tho' now and again I'm aware that my candid opinion may sting
Mame:
Tho' often my frank observation might scald
I've been meanin' to tell you for years
You should keep your hair natural like mine
Vera:
If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald
But darling
Vera and Mame
We'll always be dear companions
Vera:
My crony
Mame:
My mate
Vera and Mame:
We'll always be harmonizing
Vera:
Orphan Annie and Sandy
Vera and Mame:
Like Amos and Andy
Vera:
If I say that your sense of style's as far as off as your youth
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you the whole stinkin' truth
Mame:
Each time that a critic has written, "Your voice is the voice of a frog!"
Straight to your side to defend you I rush
You know that I'm there ev'ry time that the world makes an unkind remark
When they say "Vera Charles is the world's greatest lush!"
It hurts me!
Vera:
And if I say your fangs are showing
Mame, pull in your claws
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will notice the obvious flaws!
Mame:
I feel it's my duty to tell you it's time to adjust to your age
You try to be "Peg O' My Heart", when you're "Lady Macbeth"
Exactly how old are you, Vera? The truth!
Vera:
Well, how old do you think?
Mame:
I'd say somewhere in between forty and the death!
Vera and Mame:
But sweetie
Vera:
I'll always be Alice Toklas
If you'll be Gertrude Stein
And tho' I'll admit I've dished you
I've gossiped and gloated
But I'm so devoted
Mame:
And if I say that sex and guts made you into a star
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you how rotten you are
Vera and Mame:
Just turn your bosom buddy
For aid and affection
For help and direction
For loyalty, love and for sooth!
Remember that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and level
And give you the devil,
Will sit down and tell you the truth!
Donderdag 20 februari 1969
Mame
Mame
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Originally performed by: Charles Braswell
Covered by various other artists
Chorus:
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame
You've made us feel alive again
You've given us the drive again
To make the South revive again, Mame
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame
Your skin is Dixie satin
There's rebel in your manner and your speech
You may be from Manhattan
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach
All:
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same
You're special fascination'll prove to be inspirational
We think you're just sensational, Mame
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame
You've made us feel alive again
You've given us the drive again
To make the South revive again, Mame
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!
Woensdag 19 februari 1969
Sugar Baby
Sugar Baby
Performer(s): Peter Kraus
Sugar, sugar Baby
Ooh, sugar, sugar Baby
Mmh, sei doch lieb zu mir
Sugar,sugar Baby
Ooh, sugar, sugar Baby
Mmh, dann bleib' ich bei dir
Ich kenn' Susie und Madelein
Kenn' die Mary und die Jane
Auch Diana ist bezaubernd und nett
Und das eine ist mir klar
Ich käm dauernd in Gefahr
Oh, wenn ich dich nicht hätt'
My sugar Baby
Sugar, sugar Baby...
Du hast Charm und du hast Chic
Und dein Lächeln und dein Blick
Raubten schon am ersten Tag mir die Ruh'
Wenn ich dich bekommen kann
Schau ich keine andre an
Oh, denn so bist nur du
My sugar Baby
Sugar, sugar Baby...
Sugar, sugar Baby...
Dinsdag 18 februari 1969
Open A New Window
Open A New Window
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Originally performed by: Angela Lansbury
Covered by various other artists
Mame:
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional
Just put your thumb up to your nose
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Open a new window ev'ry day!
If you follow your Auntie Mame
I'll make this vow, my little love
That on the last day of your life
You'll be smiling the same young smile
You're smiling now, my little love
If you wake up ev'ry mornin'
And you pull aside the shutter
And you promise me that these'll be
The first words that you utter
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Mame and Agnes:
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional
Patrick:
Just put your thumb up to your nose
Mame and All:
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Open a new window ev'ry day!
All:
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional
Just put your thumb up to your nose
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new love song
Toast with a new vintage
Open a new window ev'ry day!
Maandag 17 februari 1969
Mambordel
Mambordel
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
O rei pediu quartel
Foi proclamada a república
Neste bordel
Eu vou virar artista
Ficar famosa, falar inglês
Autografar com as unhas
Eu vou, nas costas do meu freguês
Eu cobro meia entrada
Da estudantada que não tem vez
Aqui no meu teatro
Grupo de quatro paga por três
O rei pediu quartel
Foi proclamada a república
Neste bordel
Faço qualquer negócio
Passo recibo, aceito cartão
Faço facilitado, financiado
E sem correção
Ao povo nossas carícias
Ao povo nossas carências
Ao povo nossas delícias
E nossas doenças
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...
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Zondag 9 februari 1969
1000 Years
