Vrijdag 22 augustus 1969
Mary From The Dairy
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Mary From The Dairy
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Vrijdag 22 augustus 1969
Ojitos Gitanos
Ojitos Gitanos
Composer(s): Roberto Zafra
Performer(s): Javier Solis
Como una reina gitana como un terrible malfario
así llegaste a mi vida con esos ojos tan lindos
con esos ojos tan lindos que van a ser mi calvario
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, se va cantando la luna
¡ay! la, ra, la, la, ra, ra, ra, como tu cara ninguna
Tus ojitos gitanillos que relumbran cual luceros
si me miran vida mía te lo juro que me muero
Como si fuera un desierto caminaba por la vida
pero una noche de luna se encendieron dos luceros
y eran tus ojos mi vida como caídos del cielo
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, se va cantando la luna
¡ay! la, ra, la, la, ra, ra, ra, como tu cara ninguna
Tus ojitos gitanillos que relumbran cual luceros
si me miran vida mía te lo juro que me muero
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, ¡qué contenta va la luna!
Donderdag 21 augustus 1969
Mary Dear
Mary Dear (aka "I'll Be There, Mary Dear" or "Goodbye, Mary Dear")
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling; Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and various other artists
"Goodbye, Mary
I must go"
Said a lad, "Now don't grieve so
For it's duty calls me far across the sea"
"Take this autumn leaf of gold"
Said the maid, "'Twill ne'er grow old
Always wear it next to your heart and think of me"
"Meet me yonder down the lane
When I come back home again
'Neath the tree where this golden leaf once grew
Kiss me, Mary, then we'll part"
Said the lad with a broken heart
"When the leaves begin to fall, I'll be with you"
"I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there
When the fragrance of the roses fills the air
'Neath that old tree grand and tall
When the leaves begin to fall
I'll be there, yes, I'll be there, sweet Mary dear"
See the lad with empty sleeve
Of his comrades taking leave
They were home again, the transport had come back
"If she loved you long ago,
She won't love you less, I know
But one arm will do to hold her to you, Jack"
It was autumn time again
As he wandered down the lane
There beneath that old oak tree he found a grave
So he knelt in silent prayer
For the one he loved slept there
As the tears fell on the golden leaf she gave
"I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there
When the fragrance of the roses fills the air
'Neath that old tree grand and tall
When the leaves begin to fall
I'll be there, yes, I'll be there, sweet Mary dear"
Donderdag 21 augustus 1969
Ojitos De Ombligo
Ojitos De Ombligo
Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Pequeño habitante
en la barriga grande de mamá
que llegas Octubre
rompiendo las costumbres nacerás
la primavera por dentro llegó
Afuera los que esperan somos dos
el árbol quiere una flor…
Asómate al ombligo
pequeño duendecito, para ver
que viene por el cielo
un cometa viajero, para ser
testigo del primer diente en Abril
esquivo profesor de volantín
le pongo un hilo, y es para ti…
Usted allá adentro y más afuera
esta espera para dos
salga contento y mame teta
comprometa su pequeño corazón…
Pequeño habitante
en la barriga grande de mamá
que vienes a la tierra
acá donde América se va..
asoma tus ojitos para el mar
Valparaíso espera más allá
en un saltito vienes y vas…
Asómate al ombligo
provócale un suspiro a mi canción
que canten los zorzales
debajo de los Andes nació el sol
la primavera por dentro llegó
afuera los que esperan somos dos
el árbol pintó una flor…
Usted allá adentro y más afuera
esta espera para dos
salga contento y mame teta
comprometa su pequeño corazón…
Woensdag 20 augustus 1969
Mary Anne
Mary Anne
Composer(s): Jerry Lordan
Performer(s): The Shadows
Everyday now seems endless...
How slow the moments go but how fast they fly...
The next time I see Mary-Anne...
All my sorrows soon will leave me...
Then the sadder world will seem like new...
The next time I see Mary-Anne...
Mary Anne, there are no words that I could say
No way to tell her what it means to me
To see her face again.....
In the sunlight I'll kiss her
Married we will be - my baby and me
The next time I see Mary Anne...
The next time I see Mary Anne...
Mary Anne...
Woensdag 20 augustus 1969
Ojalá
Ojalá
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez;
and various other artists
Ojalá que las hojas
no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan
para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo
Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin tí
Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos
Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante
la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones
ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones
Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda
Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz
Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado
Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de tí
a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores
Dinsdag 19 augustus 1969
Mary Ann Regrets
Mary Ann Regrets
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Burl Ives
and various other artists
I saved up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowers
For Saturday's date and I restlessly counted the hours
Then today in the mail I received this short little note
And I broke down inside at the message that her mother wrote
Mary Ann regrets she's unable to see you again
We're leaving for Europe next week, she'll be busy till then
They know that she loves me, but poor boys don't fit in their plan
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet Mary Ann
The weeks have gone by not a word have I heard since then
In the papers I read of the far away places she's been
I can't eat, I can't sleep for over and over again
My mind reads that letter and I cry for my Mary Ann
Mary Ann regrets she's unable to see you again
We're leaving for Europe next week, she'll be busy till then
They know that she loves me but poor boys don't fit in their plan
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet Mary Ann
My Mary Ann died, they said she just wasted away
If I could have seen her I know she'd be living today
For we loved each other and if they'd have left us alone
Today she'd be wearing my ring, not a blanket of stone
Mary Ann regrets she's unable to see you again
We're leaving for Europe next week, she'll be busy till then
They know that she loves me but poor boys don't fit in their plan
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet Mary-Ann
Dinsdag 19 augustus 1969
Oh-Oh, I'm Falling In Love Again
Oh-Oh, I'm Falling In Love Again
Composer(s): Al Hoffman; Dick Manning; Mark Markwell
Performer(s): Jimmie F. Rodgers;
Eddy Arnold; Marion Ryan
Uh-oh, I'm falling in love again, uh-oh...
Many's the time I've been two-timed
Many's the time I've been stung
Many a honey took all of my money, but
That was when I was much younger
Made up my mind to be careful
Made up my mind to beware
I was alright until until Saturday night
I met a girl with the goldenest hair
Chorus:
Uh-oh, I'm falling in love again, uh-oh
I thought I'd never get caught again
Never in a hundred, never in a thousand
Never in a million years
Never in a million years
She had the bluest of blue eyes
She had the cherriest lips
Shouldn't have have kissed her
I tried to resist her but
One kiss, and I was a goner
I couldn't run if I'd wanted
I couldn't run if I tried
Saw what I liked
And I liked what I saw
And my heart went along for the ride
(Chorus)
That was the end of my roamin'
Now that it's over, I'm glad
Through gallavantin'
I got in a slam and I'm
Uh-oh, I'm a ring-a-ding daddy
Rockin' the cradle at nighttime
Livin' and lovin' each day
Got me a wife
She's the light of my life
And when I kiss her each morning I say
(Chorus)
Never in a hundred, never in a thousand
Never in a million years
Never in a million years
Uh-oh, uh-oh...
Maandag 18 augustus 1969
Mary (What Are You Waiting For?)
Mary (What Are You Waiting For?)
Composer(s): Walter Donaldson
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and various other artists
What are you waiting for
What are you waiting for, Mary?
What are you thinking 'bout
Who are you thinking 'bout, Mary?
The bees are buzzing, they're buzzing right in my ear
And they keep on asking
"Hey, what's the big idea?"
Think of the moon above
Doesn't it speak of love, Mary?
Why do you lead me on
Why do you be so contrary?
You wouldn't let my castle come tum-tum-tumbling down
Think of the things in store
What are you waiting for, Mary?
Maandag 18 augustus 1969
Ohio (Doris Day)
Ohio
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein;
Betty Comden; Adolph Green
Performer(s): Doris Day
Why oh why oh why oh
Why did I ever leave Ohio?
Why did I wander to find what lies yonder?
Life was so cosy at home
Wondrin’ why I wander
Why did I fly, why did I roam?
Oh why oh why oh did I leave Ohio?
Maybe I’d better go
O-H-I-O
Maybe I’d better go home
Why did I wonder
To find what lies yonder?
Life was so cosy at home
Wondrin’ why I wander
Why did I fly, why did I roam?
Oh why oh why oh did I leave Ohio?
Maybe I’d better go
O-H-I-O
Maybe I’d better go home
Zondag 17 augustus 1969
Mary
Mary
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): James Cagney
My mother's name was Mary
She was so good and true
Because her name was Mary
She called me Mary, too
She wasn't gay or airy
But plain as she could be
I'd hate to meet a Mar-y
Who called herself Ma-ry
For it is Mar-y, Mar-y
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety
Society will say Ma-ry!
But it was Mar-y! Mar-y!
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there
That sounds so square
It's a grand old name
Zaterdag 16 augustus 1969
Martine (Louis Neefs)
Martine
Originally performed by: Louis Neefs
Zie ik jou op televisie
Hang ik altijd aan de buis
Aan je beeld en aan je lippen
Want dan heb ik jou in huis
Zie ik jou op televisie
Nou, dan is m'n avond goed
Daaruit mag je concluderen
Dat je mij gewoon iets doet
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
'k Ben geen makelaar uit Schraagen
Die jou in z'n huisje vond
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
Ik hield altijd van brunettes
Maar ik hou het nu op blond
In een kwis of in een showtje
In een panel of een lied
Wees dan zeker dat ik thuis ben
En intens en diep geniet
Ik weet best dat ik geen kans heb
't Is me nergens om te doen
En een kushand is vaak mooier
Dan een doodgewone zoen
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
'k Ben geen makelaar uit Schraagen
Die jou in z'n huisje vond
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
Ik hield altijd van brunettes
Maar ik hou het nu op blond
Jij hebt alles wat ik mooi vind
Jij hebt charme, gratie, stijl
Door jouw vele kwaliteiten
Ging ik aardig voor de bijl
Maar zolang de molens draaien
En de wieken zullen gaan
Blijf ik hunkerend in de verte
Rustig op een afstand staan
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
'k Ben geen makelaar uit Schraagen
Die jou in z'n huisje vond
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
Ik hield altijd van brunettes
Maar ik hou het nu op blond
Oh Martine, oh Martine
Hoe kan ik jouw hart verdienen
Ik hield altijd van brunettes
Maar ik hou het nu op blond
Zaterdag 16 augustus 1969
Ohio (Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
Ohio
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been down long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been down long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know
Vrijdag 15 augustus 1969
Martine (Joe Dassin)
Martine
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Martine, Martine
Auprès de notre enfant je t'imagine
Tu peux te rechauffer à son soleil
Vous pouvez profiter tous deux du ciel
Martine, Martine
Ce matin ton image se dessine
Comme un rayon d'espoir dans ma prison
Pourtant le temps est long
Martine, Martine, je t'aime
Martine, Martine pardonne moi
Pardonne moi Martine
Je t'aimerai comme on n'aime plus
Pour rattrapper tout le temps perdu
Je t'aimerai à te délivrer
Des souvenirs des amours passées
Martine, Martine
Je ne suis pas de ceux qui se résignent
A vivre sans soleil et sans amour
Aussi vrai qu'il fait jour
Martine, Martine je t'aime
Martine, Martine ne m'oublie pas
Ne m'oublie pas Martine
Je t'aimerai comme on n'aime plus
Pour rattrapper tout le temps perdu
Je t'aimerai à te délivrer
Des souvenirs des amours passées
Rien ne pourra séparer nos vies
Puisque l'amour les a réunies
Si l'on n'a plus qu'une liberté
Que ce soit celle de nous aimer
Vrijdag 15 augustus 1969
Oh, You Can't Get To Heaven
Oh, You Can't Get To Heaven
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Cedarmont Kids;
The Heaven's Sake Kids
Oh, you can't get to heaven (echo each phrase)
On roller skates
'Cause you'd roll right by
Those pearly gates
Oh you can't get to heaven on roller skates
'Cause you'd roll right by those pearly gates
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
Oh, you can't get to heaven (echo each phrase)
In a rocking chair
'Cause a rocking chair
Won't get you there
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a rocking chair
'Cause a rocking chair won't get you there
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
Oh you can't get to heaven (echo each phrase)
In a limousine
'Cause the Lord don't sell
No gasoline
Oh you can't get to heaven in a limousine
'Cause the Lord don't sell no gasoline
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
Oh, you can't get to heaven (echo each phrase)
In a motorcar
'Cause a motorcar
Won't go that far
Oh you can't get to heaven in a motorcar
'Cause a motorcar won't go that far
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
If you get there (echo each phrase)
Before I do
Just dig a hole
And pull me through
If you get there before I do
Just dig a hole and pull me through
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
Donderdag 14 augustus 1969
Martianos
Martianos
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Yo soy un grano de arena
una hoja más en un árbol
y cada ola me enseña
y cada brisa trae algo
No he visto todas las tierras
no he visto todos los mares
pero he sentido la guerra
silbando por todas partes
Cuando nací me dijeron
naciste por la esperanza
Así le digo a mi hijo
y parto hacia la matanza
Quiero que pare la muerte
yo quiero que pare el frío
para poder dedicarme
a flor, a viento y a río
El mundo me dio las manos
dos reinos que hacen suerte
Llevo una flor en la diestra
que es el reino de la muerte
De amor yo vivo y de espada
de boca y puertas abiertas
Hay que vivir de una bala
Hay que morir de una fiesta
Qué duras son esas noches
en que queremos ser buenos
y hay que matar sollozando
y hay que morir sonriendo
Donderdag 14 augustus 1969
Oh, You Beautiful Doll
Oh, You Beautiful Doll
Composer(s): Nat D. Ayer; Seymour Brown
Performer(s): Mel Tormé;
and various other artists
Honey dear, want you near
Just turn down the light and then come over here
Nestle close up to my side
My heart's afire with love's desire
In my arms, rest complete
I never thought that life could ever be so sweet
Till I met you, some time ago
But now I know I love you so
Oh, you beautiful doll
You great, big beautiful doll
Let me put my arms about you
I could never live without you
Oh, you beautiful doll
You great, big beautiful doll
If you ever leave me, how my heart will ache
I want to hug you, but I fear you'd break
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, you beautiful doll
Precious prize, close your eyes
Now we're goin' to visit Lovers' Paradise
Press your lips again to mine
For love is king of ev'rything
Squeeze me, dear! I don't care!
Hug me just as if you were a grizzly bear
This is how I'll go through life
No care or strife when you're my wife
Oh, you beautiful doll
You great, big beautiful doll
Let me put my arms about you
I could never live without you
Oh, you beautiful doll
You great, big beautiful doll
If you ever leave me, how my heart will ache
I want to hug you, but I fear you'd break
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, you beautiful doll
Woensdag 13 augustus 1969
Martha
Martha
Composer(s): Paul Kantner
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently
She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly
She does as she pleases, she listens for me
Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow, "Fly to me"
You can dance and sing and walk with me
And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed
She does as she pleases, she waits there for me
She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me
My love she talks to winking windows as she murmurs to her feet, thoughtly
She separates in laughter to my side, caught for me
She does as she pleases, she waits there for me
She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me
Martha she keeps her heart in a broken clock and it's waiting there for me
She weeds apart through a token lock
What a great thing to be free
She weeps time, starts unspoken, but when the gate swings there she'll be
There she'll be: in green sun, on blue earth under warm running shower
Woensdag 13 augustus 1969
Oh, What A Night For Love
Oh, What A Night For Love
Composer(s): Steve Allen; Neal Hefti
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists
A strawberry moon, a blueberry sky
Polka-dot stars shining on high
Everything's right
Oh, what a night for love
A lavender breeze, a summer perfume
Sycamore trees, roses in bloom
Everything's right
Oh, what a night for love
The air is cool
But warm are your lips
Warm is the touch
Of your fingertips
Some marshmallow clouds, silver lagoon
Somewhere a sweet lullaby tune
Everything's right
Oh, what a night for love
The air is cool
But warm are your lips
Warm is the touch
Of your fingertips
Some marshmallow clouds, silver lagoon
Somewhere a sweet lullaby tune
Everything's right
Oh, what a night for love
Everything's right
Oh, what a night for love
Dinsdag 12 augustus 1969
Marta
