Dinsdag 25 maart 1969
Man With Money
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Man With Money
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Dinsdag 25 maart 1969
157 Riverside Avenue
157 Riverside Avenue
Composer(s): Neal Doughty
Performer(s): R.E.O. Speedwagon
We flew into town on Sunday
had to find a place by Monday
Tried Bridgeport and Westport
'til we found a place that we thought would do
157 Riverside Avenue
Saugatuck river's flowin', mother nature's colors were showin'
So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue
Not enough time, too many things to do
We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, she said, "can I make love to you"
We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue
It's over, miss Lena, we're leaving
Such a pleasant stay, I must say
So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you
At 157 Riverside Avenue
Maandag 24 maart 1969
Män Utan Kvinnor
Män Utan Kvinnor
Composer(s): Ulf Lundell
Performer(s): Ulf Lundell
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi är på drift i världen
Vi är allas och ingens vän
och vi dricker ibland
och vi längtar efter nånting
att dö för
Vi längtar efter godsen
Vi längtar efter familjerna
Vi längtar efter mening
här i världen
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi sa ett sista ord
och vi ljuger ibland
men vi håller vad vi lovar
Vi är riddare i en värld av
väderkvarnar
Vi skall aldrig mer gå ner oss
Var och en av oss är hövding nu
Om en av oss faller
tar en annan hans plats
Och stolta skall vi stiga fram
som örnar och som kungar
Och vi skyller inte från oss
lika lite som vi ber om ursäkt
Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi vill riva Maya-slöjan
Vi vill se bakom viljan
Vi hör bergen till och stigarna
och havet
Vi ska finna vad vi söker
ibland kvinnor utan män
Vi kan aldrig nå varann
men vi är invigda i samma hemlighet
Män utan kvinnor
Maandag 24 maart 1969
15e Round
15e Round
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer mes gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Frappe du gauche! frappe des mains
Avance toujours! avance!
Fais gaffe au contre! serre bien les poings!
Avance toujours! avance!
Rentre le tête! ton crochet droit!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es un ringard! t'as pas de souffle!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es pas mobile! et t'es trop lourd!
Avance toujours! avance!
Les coups sonnent! on aime ça!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es trop vieux et c'est la dernière fois
Qu't'avances toujours! qu't'avances!
J'aimerais revoir ma mère, v'là mon grand qui rentre
Tout petit en plein hiver au chaud dans son ventre
Un petit jardin discret des soucis et des pensées
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
C'est souvent dur à porter toute la violence
Tu peux pas te raconter faire des confidences
Une fois qu'il est sectionné le cordon vital
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
J'ai mal aux mains, j'ai mal aux os
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
J'relève mes poings, j'fais le gros dos
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je touche trente sacs pour ce boulot
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Si j'dormais plus, j'aurais l'tempo
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je l'ai touché! ça coule à flot!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Il y a du sang plein les carreaux
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je vais l'finir! j'aurai sa peau!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Crochet au foie! j'suis dans l'sirop!
Je suis un fou, un paumé, j'ai les mains qui tremblent
Je veux bien t'imaginer, une vie ensemble
Je vais rentrer à l'hôtel dans la jungle des poubelles
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
Mon poids mort sur son divan j'ai le corps qui vibre
Une marée en dedans qui perd l'équilibre
J'ai envie de faire l'amour lentement et en plein jour
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer les gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Zondag 23 maart 1969
Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
Composer(s): Norman Span
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
and various other artists
I say let us put man and a woman together
To find out which one is smarter
Some say man but I say no
The woman got the man de day should know
And not me but the people they say
That de man are leading de women astray
But I say, that the women of today
Smarter than the man in every way
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter, that’s right, that’s right
Ever since the world began
Woman was always teaching man
And I you listen to my bid attentively
I goin’ tell you how she smarter than me
Samson was the strongest man long ago
No one could a beat him, as we all know
Until he clash with Deliah on top of the bed
She told them all the strength was in the hair of his head
You meet a girl at a pretty dance
Thinking that you would stand a chance
Take her home, thinking she’s alone
Open de door you find her husband home
I was treating a girl independently
She was making baby for me
When de baby born and I went to see
Eyes was blue it was not by me
Garden of Eden was very nice
Adam never work in Paradise
Eve meet snake, Paradise gone
She make Adam work from that day on
Methusaleh spent all his life in tears
Lived without a woman for 900 years
One day he decided to have some fun
The poor man never lived to see 900 and one
Zondag 23 maart 1969
16th Avenue
16th Avenue
Composer(s): Tom Schuyler
Performer(s): Janie Fricke & Lacy J. Dalton
From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue
With a million dollar spirit
And an old flat-top guitar
They drive to town with all they own
In a hundred dollar car
`Cause one time someone told them
About a friend of a friend they knew
Who owns, you know, a studio
On 16th Avenue
Now some are born to money
They've never had to say "Survive"
And others swing a nine-pound hammer
Just to stay alive
There's cowboys, drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue
Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Roll off of someone's tongue
And after years of being nothin'
They're all looking right at you
And for a while they'll go in style
On 16th Avenue
Hey, it looks so uneventful
So quiet and discreet
But a lot of lives where changed
Down on that little one-way street
`Cause they walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue
From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to sing for me and you.........Fade
Zaterdag 22 maart 1969
Man Piaba
Man Piaba
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; Henry Rollins
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte; The Seriously Unserious Trio
When I was a lad of three-foot-three
Certain questions occurred to me
So I asked me father quite seriously
To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee
He stammered and he stuttered pathetically
And this is what he said to me
He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba
and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I went and ask a good friend of mine
Known to the world as Albert Einstein
He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
There existed the force of relativity
Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when
The solar system in one light year
Make the Hayden planetarium disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I grabbed a boat and went abroad
In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud
He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch
Put the body down up on the couch
I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation
Hey love and hate is psychosomatic
Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri pathetic
It all started with a broken sibling
In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have me self a bride
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety three
I don't give a darn you see
If the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
Zaterdag 22 maart 1969
17 (Lazy Sod)
17 (Lazy Sod)
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols
You're only 29 got a lot to learn
But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return
we make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do
we don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace no reality
I don't work I just speed that's all I need
I'm a lazy sod
say you're lazy
I'm a lazy sod
I can't even be bothered
Lazy!
Vrijdag 21 maart 1969
Man Overboard
Man Overboard
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch
Too much too soon, sure was sweet
Foreign cars soft leather seats
Foreign prices can't compete
We can't go back, were in too deep
Man overboard
For rich or poor
They all want more
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
You can't ignore
It's so hard core
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man get laid off, he can't eat, Vietnam Vet., he can't sleep
Big Rolls Royce drivin' down the street two sexy blondes in the back seat!
Man Overboard
When it rains, it pours
I vote against
I don't vote for
We've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
No he can't afford
You've got enough
But we want more
He's gone to far, man overboard
I'm bored over everything I read
I'm bored over everything on T.V.
I'm bored over you
I'm bored over me
I'm overboard
Way overboard
Man overboard!
Man overboard
I'm falling overboard
We'll I'm so bored
They've gone too far, man overboard
Man overboard
It's all their fault
I've think I gone too far, man overboard
Vrijdag 21 maart 1969
17 Ans (Georges Moustaki)
17 Ans
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
17 ans
Une femme une enfant
Qui ne sait rien encore
Et découvre son corps
Que le soleil enivre
Et que la nuit délivre
17 ans
Un sourire innocent
Et le regard docile
Sous un rideau de cils
Mais une faim de loup
Et une soif de tout
17 ans
Des seins de satin blanc
Semblent narguer le vent
De leur charme insolent
17 ans
Et prendre encore le temps
Le temps de refuser
Le monde organisé
Et faire à l'heure présente
Un aujourd'hui qui chante
17 ans
Et vivre à chaque instant
Ses caprices d'enfant
Ses désirs exigeants
17 ans
J'étais adolescent
Et je le suis encore
En découvrant ton corps
Comme un fruit éclaté
Comme un cri révolté
17 ans déjà
17 ans tu n'as
Que 17 ans
Mon amour
Mon enfant
Donderdag 20 maart 1969
Man On Your Mind
Man On Your Mind
Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock; Kerryn Tolhurst
Performer(s): Little River Band;
Birtles Shorrock Goble; Beeb Birtles
I can feel it floating away
Inch by inch, day by day
Love boat set itself free
Castaway, slipping out to sea
I can feel it coming adrift
Even a blind man could see the rift
From an ocean liner to a Chinese Junk
There ain't been a ship that can't be sunk
I used to dream it could last forever
But pipedreams never come true
I'd be foolin' myself if I never
Thought something like this
Couldn't happen to you
I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
You don't know just what you got till it's gone
I guess you heard that a lot but it's true
It's not just a game
You can't change your life
By changing your name
It's not something you can hide away
Sooner or later it starts to show
It's written on your face
You've been betrayed
Do you really believe that I don't know
I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
It's already fallen
So it's no use to fight
And if he starts callin'
Let him know you're with me
For the rest of the night
Ooh I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
Donderdag 20 maart 1969
17 Ans (Jean Ferrat)
17 Ans
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Je l'ai vue je l'ai vue je vous jure un matin
Arrivant en avion de son pays lointain
Aussi fraîche aussi tendre aussi gaie qu'un printemps
Et s'arrêta le temps
Elle avait le teint mat des yeux croissant de lune
Sur ses reins qui dansaient deux longues tresses brunes
Donnaient à sa jeunesse un éclat triomphant
Sous le soleil levant
Elle était à la fois timide et sûre d'elle
Par sa voix ses propos sa grâce naturelle
Rien ne la distinguait des filles de ce temps
Elle avait dix-sept ans
Nulle ombre ne voilait son regard enfantin
Nul regret ne faisait palpiter sa poitrine
Elle avait au combat de sa main douce et fine
Tué dix américains
Woensdag 19 maart 1969
Man On The Silver Mountain
Man On The Silver Mountain
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Dio
Performer(s): Rainbow
and various other artists
I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel
I can roll, I can feel
And you can't stop me turning
'Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun
I can move, I can run
But you'll never stop me burning!
Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
"Come and make me holy again!"
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the day, I'm the day
I can show you the way
And look! I'm right beside you!
I'm the night, I'm the night
I'm the dark and the light
With eyes that see inside you
Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
"Come and make me holy again!"
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain
Woensdag 19 maart 1969
18 Ans Demain
18 Ans Demain
Composer(s): Claude Moine; P. Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Où qu' tu t'crois?
Où tu vas?
Explique-toi
Tu veux quoi?
Savoir
Si dehors, c'est bien
Avoir
18 ans, demain
Regard' ta mère, elle est inquiète
Prête à pleurer
Le type qui t' guette derrière la fenêtre
Je vais m'le payer
pardonne
J'voulais pas t'blesser
Pardonne
J't'ai jamais parlé
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j' n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Emmène-moi
Où tu vas
C'est miné
J'peux l'prouver
Tu sais
Dehors c'est pas bien
Oui, j'sais
Qu' t'as 18 ans demain
J'suis pas un exemple à citer
J'peux pas prêcher
Mais c'qui t'attend, c'est pas marrant
J'l'ai pas cherché
Pardonne
J'voulais pas t'blesser
Pardonne
J't'ai jamais parlé
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain
Dinsdag 18 maart 1969
Man On The Corner
Man On The Corner
Composer(s): Phil Collins
Performer(s): Genesis; Daryl Stuermer
See the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he waits everyday now
He's just waiting for something to show
And nobody knows him
And nobody cares
'Cos there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place - for you
Looking everywhere at no one
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh
When he shouts nobody listens
Where he leads no one will go - oh
He's a lonely man, there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he waits everyday now
He's just waiting for something to show - oh
Nobody knows him
And nobody cares
'Cos there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place - for you and me
Are we just like all the rest
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest
But like a monkey on your back you need it
But do you love it enough to leave it - ah
Just like the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know - oh
But he waits every day now
He's just waiting for that something to show - oh
Who's the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he's there every day now
And he's just waiting for something to show - oh
Who's the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
Oh but he waits every day now
He's just waiting for that something to show
Dinsdag 18 maart 1969
1882
1882
Performer(s): Paul McCartney
Good morning, young master, it's 1882
Your mother is hungry, what will you do?
There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs
But I warn you, don't take it from them
Na na na na, du du, du du, na na du
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham
And I warn you, don't do it, young man
Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed
So get up, young master, go shake your sleepy head
"Darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you
I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?"
Du du du, du du du, du du du, du du du
I'm dying, tell me, what did I do?"
Boy, he steals the bread, now that's enough, and heads for the door
Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be running no more"
Boy, he gets arrested and the case is tested that day
Judge, he guilty makes him and the jailer takes him away
Du du du du, du du du du du, du du du du
Du du du du, du du du, du du du du du du
Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free
Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again
Maandag 17 maart 1969
Man Of Miracles
Man Of Miracles
Composer(s): Ray Brandle; Dennis DeYoung; James Young
Performer(s): Styx
He was a man of miracles
Fighting the solar windstorm
A winged horse guides his way
Oracle of the ancient midnight
Calls forth everlasting pain
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
Sorcerer of the dark moon
Who dare incur his rage?
First child of the scorpion
Prophet of the crystal age
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
He was a man of miracles
Maandag 17 maart 1969
1917
1917
Composer(s): David Olney
Performer(s): David Olney; Linda Rondstadt
The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him
He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?
Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune'
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over
He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him
He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him
Hold me 'neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over
We make love too hard too fast
He falls asleep, his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him
They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them
Old world glory, old world fame
The old world's gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever
Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
There's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them
Zondag 16 maart 1969
Man Of Many Words
Man Of Many Words
Composer(s): Buddy Guy
Originally performed by: Buddy Guy
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a man of a many words
I can speak things to you darlin' I do
I can swear that you never heard
I rap strong and I know it right along
Come on mama let me turn you on
Now come on
Alright
When I grab my game and call your name
You would never be the same
In the midnight hours when you dream my darling
I swear you will call my name
I rap strong when I know it right along
Come on mama let me turn you on
Now come on
I was hauled off to jail late last night
With no one to go my bail
I rapped strong to the judge early this morning
And the judge put the cops in jail
I rap strong and I know it right along
Come on mama let me turn you on
Now come on
Let me tell you about it baby
I gotta tell you
I'm gonna preach about it
I want the world to know about it
I want to know what you did to me
Let me tell you
Listen
Can you hear me
I wanna know do you hear me now
I gotta know do you hear me
I wanna know do you need me
Lord
Lord
Ohhhhhh, baby
Let's talk about it
Let me tell ya
Zondag 16 maart 1969
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