Maandag 3 maart 1969
Mamma
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Mamma
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Maandag 3 maart 1969
1999 (Lucio Dalla)
1999
Composer(s): Sergio Bardotti;
Lucio Dalla; Gian Franco Reverberi
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
È bruciato
anche l'ultimo fiore
grigio fumo
è il colore del sole
sono solo
in un mondo che tace
finalmente è scoppiata la pace
aspettavo
che venisse il momento
ora parlo
solamente col vento
finalmente
questo mondo è più bello
il fratello
più non odia il fratello
Cosa farò
non lo so
cosa dirò
niente, niente, niente
Son salito
su di un tram che non parte
sto seduto
come sempre in disparte
non mi piace
tutto quello che dico
ho paura
io mi sento nemico
Cosa farò
non lo so
cosa dirò
niente, niente, niente
Zondag 2 maart 1969
Mamy Blue (French Version)
Mamy Blue
Composer(s): Hubert Giraud
Originally performed by: Nicoletta
Covered by various other artists
Oh Mamy, oh mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Ou es tu, ou es tu mamy blue
Oh mamy blue
Je suis partie un soir d'été
Sans dire un mot sans t'embrasser
Sans un regard sur le passé
Dès que j'ai franchi la frontière
Le vent soufflait plus fort qu'hier
Quand j'étais près de toi ma mère
Oh Mamy, oh mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Ou es tu, ou es tu mamy blue
Oh mamy blue
Et aujourd'hui je reviens
Ou j'ai refait tout le chemin
Qui m'avait entraîne si loin
Tu n'es plus la pour me sourire
Me réchauffer me recueillir
Et je n'ai plus qu'a repartir
Oh Mamy, oh mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Ou es tu, ou es tu mamy blue
Oh mamy blue
La maison a ferme ses yeux
Le chat et les chiens sont très vieux
Et ils viennent me dire adieu
Je ne reviendrai plus jamais
Dans ce village que j'aimais
Ou tu reposes désormais
Oh Mamy, oh mamy blue
Oh Mamy blue
Zondag 2 maart 1969
1999 (Prince)
1999
Composer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson
Performer(s): Prince;
and various other artists
Don't worry, I won't hurt U
I only want U 2 have some fun
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin'
Coulda sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple
there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' 2 run from the destruction
U know I didn't even care
'Cuz they say two thousand zero zero party over
oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
So sue me if I go 2 fast
But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant 2 last
War is all around us, my mind says prepare 2 fight
So if I gotta die I'm gonna listen 2 my body tonight
Yeah, they say two thousand zero zero party over
oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
Yeah
Lemme tell ya somethin'
If U didn't come 2 party
don't bother knockin' on my door
I got a lion in my pocket
and baby he's ready 2 roar
Yeah, everybody's got a bomb
we could all die any day
But before I'll let that happen
I'll dance my life away
Oh, they say two thousand zero zero party over
oops out of time
We're runnin' outta time (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over oops
out of time (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Alright, it's 1999
You say it, 1999
1999
1999 don't stop, don't stop, say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over
oops out of time
Yeah, yeah (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Yeah, 1999 (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
We could all die any day (1999)
I don't wanna die
I'd rather dance my life away (1999)
Listen 2 what I'm tryin' 2 say
Everybody, everybody say party
C'mon now, U say party
That's right, everybody say (Party)
Can't run from the revelation, no (Party)
Sing it 4 your nation y'all (Party)
Tell me what you're singin', baby say (Party)
Telephone's a-ringin', mama (Party)
C'mon, c'mon, U say (Party)
Everybody, [two times] (Party)
Work it down 2 the ground, say (Party)
Come on, take my body, baby (Party)
That's right, c'mon, sing the song (Party)
That's right (Party)
Got a lion in my pocket mama, say (Party)
Oh--and he's ready 2 roar (Party)
Mommy--why does everybody have a bomb?
Mommy--why does everybody have a bomb?
Zaterdag 1 maart 1969
19th Nervous Breakdown
19th Nervous Breakdown
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
You're the kind of person you meet at certain
Dismal, dull affairs
Center of the crowd, talkin' much too loud
Runnin' up and down the stairs
Well it seems to me that you have seen
Too much in too few years
And though you try you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
{Refrain}
You better stop and look around
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
{Repeatable verses}
When you were a child you were treated kind
But never brought up right
And you were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways
Of making sealing wax
{Refrain}
{Bridge}
Oh, who's to blame
That girl's just insane
Well nothin' I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse
Oh, please
Well, you were still in school when you had that fool
Who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard
To rearrange your mind
But after a while I realized
You were disarranging mine
{Refrain, Bridge}
{Repeatable verses}
You will stop and look around
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Woensdag 26 februari 1969
M'amie
M'amie
Composer(s): Robert Chabrier; Jo Moutet
Performer(s): Georges Guétary
Quand tu viens vers moi abandonnée m'amie
Je t'ouvre les bras pour t'embrasser m'amie
Et nous restons là sans nous parler heureux
Amoureux nous dévorant des yeux
Tout pourrait sombrer autour de nous m'amie
L'univers entier ne compterait plus m'amie
Puisque notre amour est plus grand chaque jour
J'ai mon paradis quand j'ai tes yeux m'amie
M'amie... m'amie...
Regarde les fleurs elles sont jolies m'amie
Elles ont un cœur et toi aussi m'amie
Mais quand le jour meurt elles vont se cacher
Pour pleurer des larmes de rosée
Comme elles nous envient car nous avons m'amie
Le jour et la nuit pour nous aimer m'amie
Puisqu'on est si bien, jusqu'au petit matin
Reste dans mes bras on s'aimera
On s'aimera m'amie
Dinsdag 25 februari 1969
Mami
Mami
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Mami
que lástima no pueda llorar
me enseñaron que la tristeza
no hay que mostrar
Mami
que lástima no pueda cantar
cantando uno aleja la locura de los otros
los que te enseñan sis saber
Mami
que lástima la lástima del fin
debe haber una medida que soporte el corazón
y no tengamos que esperar
Mami, te enseñaron con sentencias, cordenadas, ordenadas
con florcitas dibujadas en cuadernos Rivadavia
Mami, ya no creo en nada
Mami
hubo una luna de invierno, la gomina para el pelo
las escarchas en el cielo y la noche el misterio
de unos cuerpos
Mami
te trajeron de una isla, te educaron bajo el sol
luego el mundo se complica y ya nadie te lo explica
por eso es que algunas noches
yo te escucho murmurar
por eso es que algunas noches
yo te escucho que rezás
diciendo Mami
Zaterdag 22 februari 1969
Gooch's Song
Gooch's Song
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Jane Connell
Agnes Gooch:
With my wings resolutely spread, Missis Burnside
And my old inhibitions shed, Missis Burnside
I did each little thing you said, Missis Burnside
I lived! I lived! I lived!
I altered the drape of a drop of my bodice
And softened the shape of my brow
I followed directions
And made some connections
But what do I do now?
Who'd think this Miss Prim would have opened a window
As far as her whim would allow
And who would suppose it was so hard to close it
Oh, what do I do now?
I polished and I powdered and puffed myself
If life is a banquet I stuffed myself
I had my misgivings, but went on a field trip
To find out what living's about
My thanks for your training
Now I'm not complaining
But you left something out!
Instead of wand'ring on with my lone remorse
I have come back home to complete the course
Oh, what do I do now?
Missis Burnside
I traveled to hell in my new veneer
And look what I got as a souvenir
But still I'll defend you
As guide and instructor
Would I recommend you and how
Although I was leery, I thrived on your theory
That life can be a wow!
You said there's nothing wrong with a harmless smooch
So I'm gonna call him Burnside Gooch
But what do I do now?
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
