Zondag 14 september 1969
Massachusetts (Anita O'Day)
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Zondag 14 september 1969
Old Days
Old Days
Composer(s): James Pankow
Performer(s): Chicago
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Please take me back
To the world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days I'll always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To the world gone away
Our good memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days ...
Zaterdag 13 september 1969
Masquerade
Masquerade
Composer(s): Charles Hart; Andrew Lloyd Webber;
Richard Stilgoe; Mike Batt
Performer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber
The Staircase Of The Opera House:
(A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the opera ball
The guests (whom we cannot yet see clearly) are in fancy dress
A peacock, a lion, a dragon, Mephistopheles, a highwayman, a clown
knights, ladies, an executioner
M. André enters
He is dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape
Almost immediately M. Firmin arrives
He is also dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape
The two skeletons see each other and approach nervously)
André
M'sieur Firmin?
Firmin:
M'sieur André?
(Each raises his mask to the other
They recognise each other)
Firmin:
Dear André, what a splendid party!
André:
The prologue to a bright new year!
Firmin:
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!
Firmin:
Well, one does one's best ...
André/Firmin: (raising their glasses)
Here's to us!
Firmin:
I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!
(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house
The opera ball begins
Among the guests are four carrying strange percussion instruments
a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a triangle, bells
Together they play weirdly throughout)
Chorus:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade ...
Masquerade!
Look around, there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve ...
Splash of puce ...
Fool and king ...
Ghoul and goose ...
Green and black ...
Queen and priest ...
Trace of rouge ...
Face of beast ...
Faces ...
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round ...
in an inhuman race ...
Eye of gold ...
Thigh of blue ...
True is false ...
Who is who ...?
Curl of lip ...
Swirl of gown ...
Ace of hearts ...
Face of clown ...
Faces ...
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned
in the light ...
in the sound ...
Raoul/Christine:
But who can name the face ...?
All:
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies ...
Masquerade!
You can fool any friend who ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes ...
Masquerade!
Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you!
(The ensemble activity becomes background, as André, Firmin,
Meg, Giry, Piangi and Carlotta come to the fore, glasses in hand)
Giry:
What a night
Meg:
What a crowd!
André:
Makes you glad!
Firmin:
Makes you proud!
All the creme de la creme!
Carlotta:
Watching us watching them!
Meg/Giry:
And all our fears are in the past!
André:
Six months ...
Piangi:
Of relief!
Carlotta:
Of delight!
André/Firmin:
Of Elysian peace!
Meg/Giry:
And we can breathe at last!
Carlotta:
No more notes!
Piangi:
No more ghost!
Giry:
Here's a health!
André:
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!
Firmin:
To the new chandelier!
Piangi/Carlotta:
And may its splendour never fade!
Firmin:
Six months!
Giry:
What a joy!
Meg:
What a change!
Firmin/André:
What a blessed release!
André:
And what a masquerade!
(They clink glasses and move off
Raoul and Christine emerge
She is admiring a new acquisition: an engagement ring from Raoul
which she has attached to a gold chain around her neck)
Christine:
Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!
Raoul:
But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?
Christine:
Please, let's not fight ...
Raoul:
Christine, you're free!
Christine:
Wait till the time is right ...
Raoul:
When will that be?
It's an engagement, not a crime!
Christine:
What are you afraid of?
Christine:
Let's not argue ...
Raoul:
Let's not argue ...
Christine:
Please pretend ...
Raoul:
I can only hope I'll ...
Christine:
You will ...
Both:
... understand
in time ...
(Dance section, in which Christine, almost coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man
But too many of her partners seem to be replicas of the Phantom
and each spins her with increasing force
Eventually Raoul rescues her and holds her tightly
He whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads towards its climax)
All:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade!
Masquerade!
Look around
There's another mask behind you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you
Zaterdag 13 september 1969
Old Dan's Records
Old Dan's Records
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; Mac Wiseman
Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records
We will dance the whole night long
It's fun to play the old time songs
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Bring out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
I remember my Aunt Bea
She'd dance with Dan till two or three
If old Dan could see her now
I know he'd shout out loud
Dig out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
We're all here, we've all got dates
We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan was with us still
I know he'd come around
Get out old Dan's records
Dig out old Dan's records
Back to nineteen thirty-five
The foxtrot, jitterbug and jive
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Get out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
High above the fireplace
There's a smile on old Dan's face
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan was with us still
I know he'd come around
Vrijdag 12 september 1969
Maskeradbalen
Maskeradbalen
Composer(s): H.Å. Gäfvert; Lennart Hellsing
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian
Vi skulle gå och dansa
På trädgårdsmaskerad
Då skulle vi klä ut oss
Men visste ej till vad
Men visste ej till vad
Och en var klädd som strömming
Med fenor och med stjärt
Men när han kom till trädgårn
En katt åt upp en tvärt
En katt åt upp en tvärt
Och en var klädd som blomma
Jag tror han hette Klas
Men honom tog en gumma
Och satte i en vas
Och satte i en vas
Och en var klädd som tavla
Med ram som var antik
Men honom tog en gubbe
Och hängde på en spik
Och hängde på en spik
Och en hon var en femma
Så hon var aldrig pank
Men henne tog en farbror
Och satte in på bank
Och satte in på bank
Och en var klädd till smultron
Så runt och rött som så
Men henne tog en pojke
Och trädde på ett strå
Och trädde på ett strå
Själv var jag klädd som snigel
Jag var bekymmersam
För hur jag gick och gick där
Så kom jag aldrig fram
Så kom jag aldrig fram
Vrijdag 12 september 1969
Old Dan Tucker
Old Dan Tucker
Composer(s): Daniel Decatur Emmett
Performer(s): Burl Ives; Hardtack & Harmony
I came to town just the other night
I heard the noise and saw the fight
Watchman was a runnin' roun'
Old Dan Tucker's come to town
(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper
Dan, he went down to the mill
to get some meal to put in the swill
The miller swore by the point of his knife
He never seen such a man in his life
(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel
(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper
(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper
(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper
Donderdag 11 september 1969
Mashed Potato Time
Mashed Potato Time
Composer(s): Robert Bateman; Georgia Dobbins;
William Garrett; Freddy Gorman; Eddie Holland
Performer(s): Dee Dee Sharp
and various other artists
(It's the latest)
(It's the greatest)
(Mashed Potato)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) a-Mashed Potato started long time ago
(Wah-ooo) With a guy named Sloppy Joe
(Wah-ooo) You'll find this dance is a-cool to do
(Wah-ooo) Come on baby, gonna teach it to you
(Mashed Potato) Hear that groovy beat, now
(Mashed Potato) Come on and twist your feet now
Baby (It's the latest)
Come on, honey (It's the greatest)
Come on, baby (Mashed Potato)
Mmmm
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
(Ooo) And then they dance just grew and grew
(Wah-ooo) They looked for records they could do it to
(Wah-ooo) They found this dance was a-outta sight
(Wah-ooo) To, "When the Lion Sleeps Tonight"
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, a-wimoweht, a-wimoweht-a
(Mashed Potato) Mmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(It's the latest) Ah-hahh, baby
(It's the greatest) Come on, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) Now everybody is a-doin' fine
(Wah-ooo) They dance alone or in a big boss line
(Wah-ooo) Then they discovered it's the most, man
(Wah-ooo) The day they did it to, "Please Mr. Postman"
(Mashed Potato) A-wait a minute, wait a minute
(Mashed Potato) Deliver de letter
(It's the latest) Come on, baby
(It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) Well, they got with it more and more,
(Wah-ooo) You ought to see 'em 'round the floor
(Wah-ooo) The Mashed Potato took a long, long list
(Wah-ooo) They even do it to, "Dear Lady Twist"
(Mashed Potato) Get up from your chair, now
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eh
(It's the latest) Come on, baby
(It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mashed Potato) Aggggrrr, feel that groovy beat, now...
Donderdag 11 september 1969
Old Coat
Old Coat
Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti;
Gerald Sears; Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary; Kayle Brecher
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
I look to the east, I look to the west
A youth asking fate to be rewardin'
But fortune is a blind god, flying through the clouds
and forgettin' me on this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Silver spoons to some mouths, golden spoons to others
Dare a man to change the given order
Though they smile and tell us all of us are brothers
never was it true this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Like some ragged owlet with its wings expanded
Nailed to some garden gate or boardin'
Thus will I by some men all my life be branded
Never hurted none this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Woensdag 10 september 1969
Máscaras
Máscaras
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Luce el rostro inhumano
mil máscaras y farsas
máscaras de sano amor
máscaras de elegidos
por dioses y por pueblos
Luce el rostro inhumano
mil máscaras y farsas
máscaras de doble faz
máscaras de arrepentidos
mortales vestiduras
que van asesinando
en la miseria larga
la débil voz que brotó
del hombre que nunca quiso
ser máscara del hombre
Woensdag 10 september 1969
Old Cheyenne
Old Cheyenne
Composer(s): Ian Tyson
Performer(s): Ian Tyson; Tom Russell
The band would play the anthem
And the clowns fell down in jest
All the people saw again
The winning of the west
Our stomachs full of nothing
And our hearts were full of hopes
As we buckled on our leggings
And we rosined up our ropes
And we started going down the road
In the spring of '74
If I had me another trade
I wouldn't ride them bulls no more
Since Charlie died I tried to forget
That day in old Cheyenne
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
I'm going to make it if I can
Cause it gets inside your blood
It gets inside your mind
The only way of life
There ain't no other kind
All my thoughts roll back to you
I hope you'll understand
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
Going to make it if I can
The place that's known as Cheyenne
Is called the daddy of them all
The one our fathers sang about
At the round-ups in the fall
When Charlie drew that spinning bull
Lord everything went wrong
Got him in an ambulance
Left me here to sing this song
And I've kept right on a going
But I drink before I ride
That bottle brings me courage
I believe I'm damn near out of pride
I think I'd get me a factory job
If you'd help me make my stand
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
Going to make it if I can
Cause it gets inside your blood
It gets inside your mind
The only way of life
There ain't no other kind
All my thoughts roll back to you
I hope you'll understand
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
Going to make it if I can
Dinsdag 9 september 1969
Mas, Que Nada!
Mas, Que Nada!
Composer(s): Jorge Ben
Originally performed by: Jorge Ben
Covered by various other artists
Mas que na--da
sai da minha frente
Eu quero pas---sar
Pois o samba es-tá a-ni-ma--do
O que eu que-ro é sambar
Es--se sam--ba
Que é mis-to de ma-ra-ca-tú
É samba de preto vel-ho
Sam--ba de pre-to tú
Mas que na---da
Um sam-ba como esse tão le-gal
Vo-cê não vai que--rer que eu chegue no fi-nal
Dinsdag 9 september 1969
Old Cape Cod
Old Cape Cod
Composer(s): Allan Jeffrey; Claire Rothrock; Milton Yakus
Performer(s): Patti Page;
and various other artists
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Churchbells chiming on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Maandag 8 september 1969
Mas Tequila
Mas Tequila
Composer(s): Gary Glitter; Sammy Hagar; Mike Leander
Originally performed by: Sammy Hagar
Covered by: Full Tilt; Shane Volk
All right now, here we go ...
Now we're gonna tell you a little story
About the way we like to party - take ya on a trip!
Hit it!
That's right
I'm goin' way down south where the big blue agave grow
Takin' a weekend trip down to Baja, Mexico!
Where you can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice
Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice ...
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila!
Hey! Hey!
She did a mean macarena to the funky cold medina
Behind a body shot and three margaritas
She'll drink it straight from the bottle, terra cotta jug
From a boda bag coppin' a major buzz
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila!
Hey! Hey!
Uno mas, bartender...one more...mas tequila!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Yo can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice
Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice!
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila!
Hey! Hey!
One shot...Hey! more tequila!
Two shots...Hey! que veneno!
Three shots...Ay yi yi yi yi ...
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Mas Tequila!
No mas, no mas ....
Maandag 8 september 1969
Old Brown Shoe
Old Brown Shoe
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): The Beatles; Gary Brooker;
Dani; Marlowes; Stackridge; Leslie West
I want a love that's right
Right is only half of what's wrong
I want a short-haired girl
Who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I'm steppin' out this old brown shoe
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
Now I'm telling you
Though you pick me up
From where some try to drag me down
And when I see your smile
Replacing ev'ry thoughtless frown
So escaping from a zoo
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
When I'm with you
If I'll grow up I'll be a singer
Wearing rings on ev'ry finger
Not worrying about what they or you'll say
I'll live and love and maybe someday, who knows baby
You may comfort me (hey!)
I may appear to be imperfect
My love is something you can't reject
I'm changing faster than the weather
If you and me should get together who knows baby
You may comfort me
I know my love is yours
To miss that love is something I'd hate
I'll make an early start
I'm making sure that I'm not late
For your sweet lip I'm in the queue
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
When I'm with you
I'm so glad you came here
It won't be the same now when I'm with you
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Tu-la, tu-la-tu) (repeat and fade)
Zondag 7 september 1969
Mas Que Nada
Mas Que Nada
Composer(s): Loryn Deane
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Oariá raiô
Obá Obá Obá
Mas que nada
Sai da minha frente
Eu quero passar
Pois o samba está animado
O que eu quero é sambar
Este samba
Que é misto de maracatu
É samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu
Mas que nada
Um samba como esse tão legal
Você não vai querer
Que eu chegue no final
Zondag 7 september 1969
Old Bones
Old Bones
Composer(s): John Hadley
Performer(s): George Burns;
and various other artists
Old bones inside an old raincoat
Old bones inside of old shoes
Old friends at the hotel
Come by to wish me well
And keep me up to date on all the old news
Sometimes I have an old whiskey
And I fall asleep in my chair
And I dream that I'm a man
Much younger than I am
I bet you'd think by now that I wouldn't care
But I love life, I'd like to do it again
Though I might not be much more than I've ever been
Just to have the chance to turn back the hands
And let my life begin
Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
It's time for takin' it easy
It's time for takin' it slow
Old bones don't move so fast
As they did once in the past
Now if I have to run, I simply don't go
But I love life, I'd like to live it again
Though I might not be much more than I've ever been
Just to have the chance to turn back the hands
And let my life begin
Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
Zaterdag 6 september 1969
Más De Una Vez
Más De Una Vez
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por reír donde debo estar llorando
por llorar donde debo estar riendo
por callar donde debo estar hablando
por hablar donde debo estar callado
por hablar en voz baja de la fe
por hablar en voz alta del amor
Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por no sentir respeto por las flores
por derramar comida en los manteles
por darle de mi alcohol a algunos niños
por desnudar de prisa a mis mujeres
Más de una vez no tengo diversión
más de una vez no tengo invitación
Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por correr donde duermen los enfermos
por fumar en los palcos del teatro
por hacerle una mueca a mi maestro
por llevar la cicuta en el bolsillo
desde que iba al colegio con un perro
desde que me rompían la cabeza
por hablar demasiado del horror
y decirle asesino a un pescador
Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar
Zaterdag 6 september 1969
Old Black Joe
Old Black Joe
Composer(s): Stephen Foster
Performer(s): Van Morrison;
and various other artists
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are toils
Of the cotton fields away
Gone to the fields
Of a better land, I know
I hear those gentle voices callin' me
Old black Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away
Gone to the fields of a better land I know
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
Old black Joe
Old black Joe
Vrijdag 5 september 1969
Más Allá Del Amor
Más Allá Del Amor
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Todo lo que se me ocurre
es decirte que lo siento
que no sé lo que me pasa
que es ridículo todo esto
que me muero de vergüenza
que quisiera estar muy lejos
para no ver esa calma
resignada de tu gesto
Te deseo de tal forma
y desde hace tanto tiempo
que al tocarte con mis manos
atravieso por un sueño
que me traba la cabeza
como un nudo, como un freno
como un muro transparente
que me impide amar tu cuerpo
Más que un deseo
eres una obsesión
un espejismo
más allá del amor
Tantas veces he soñado
el instante de este encuentro
tantas veces me deshice
ocupándote por dentro
tantas veces he sentido
la marea de tu sexo
que esta vez que no es mentira
me parece que no es cierto
No contento con el fracaso
me permito aún el exceso
de aburrirte hasta el hastío
con mis tópicos pretextos
Para qué tanta teoría
si está claro como el fuego...
Aquí estás, desnuda, abierta
esperando y... despierto
Más que un deseo
eres una obsesión
un espejismo
más allá del amor
Vrijdag 5 september 1969
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