Dinsdag 23 december 1969
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Dinsdag 23 december 1969
On Ne Retient Pas Le Temps
On Ne Retient Pas Le Temps
Composer(s): Michel Jourdan;
Jean-Jacques Kravetz; Paul Kravetz
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Chaque instant qui nous est donné est vite envolé
Il nous faut dire à des jours merveilleux: "Adieu"
Pas une seule des secondes écroulées ne va ressusciter
On voudrait pouvoir quelquefois changer tout ça
seulement voilà
On ne retient pas le temps
il court, il court à chaque instant
On ne retient pas le temps
il vole vole aux quatre vents
impossible autrement...
Notre enfance n'est qu'un feu de paille
une poussière d'étoiles
Nos plus beaux rêves s'envolent un à un si loin...
L'arbre de vie ne fleurit pas mille ans
on oublie trop souvent
On voudrait pouvoir quelquefois changer tout ça
seulement voilà
On ne retient pas le temps
il court, il court à chaque instant
On ne retient pas le temps
il vole vole aux quatre vents
impossible autrement...
On ne retient pas le temps
même en dressant des murs géants!
Ouvrons nos bras bien plus grand aux meilleurs moments
Ouvrons nos cœurs au soleil
aux vois fraternelles qui nous appellent
On ne retient pas le temps
il court, il court à chaque instant
On ne retient pas le temps
il vole vole aux quatre vents
impossible autrement...
On ne retient pas le temps
même en dressant des murs géants!
Tendons nous les mains vraiment
On a perdu assez de temps!
Maandag 22 december 1969
Me Diras
Me Diras
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Se que has vivido tu vida lo mismo que yo
Que has disfrutado y llorado con mas de un amor
Pero si de tu pasado decides hablar
No tendras el valor de decir la verdad
Me diras que jamas te besaron
Me diras que jamas te adoraron
Que pasaste la vida esperando
Sin amor, me diras, sin amor
Me diras que mi amor fue el primero
Que fui yo quien te dio el primer beso
Mentiras al decir todo eso
Y jamas la verdad me diras
Me diras que mi amor fue el primero
Que fui yo quien te dio el primer beso
Mentiras al decir todo eso
Y jamas la verdad me diras
Maandag 22 december 1969
On N'A Plus Quinze Ans
On N'A Plus Quinze Ans
Italian Title: Non Abbiamo Più Quindici Anni
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je n'ai plus quinze ans
Tu n'as plus quinze ans
Après tout qu'est ce que ça peut faire?
Nous avons laissé
Nos jeux de passé
Pour jouer à la tendre guerre
En espérant gagné en retour
Le bonheur sur le parcours
On n'a plus quinze ans
Et l'amour nous éclaire
Je n'ai plus quinze ans
Tu n'as plus quinze ans
Entre nous ce n'est pas un crime
L'amour est en nous
Plus fort et plus doux
Ça n'en est que plus rarissime
Appelle-moi mon coeur et j'accours
Tu es le pain de mes jours
On n'a plus quinze ans
Et l'amour nous anime
Je n'ai plus quinze ans
Tu n'as plus quinze ans
Les enfants n'ont pas de problèmes
Nous en avons tant
Mais bravant le temps
Nos deux coeurs resteront les mêmes
J'ai bien pesé le contre et le pour
Je suis à toi pour toujours
On n'a plus quinze ans mon amour
Et l'on s'aime
Zondag 21 december 1969
Me Da Pena Confesarlo
Me Da Pena Confesarlo
Composer(s): Mario Battistella; Carlos Gardel; Alfredo LePera
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel;
Juanjo Domínguez; Carlos Varela
Nace el hombre en este mundo
remanyao por el destino
y prosigue su camino
muy confiado del rigor
sin pensar que la inclemencia
de la vida sin amor
va enredando su existencia
en los tientos del dolor
Pero llega a que un momento
se da cuenta de su suerte
y se amarga hasta la muerte
sin tener ya salvación
pues comprende que la vida
fue tan sólo un metejón
al perder la fe querida
de su pobre corazón
Me da pena el confesarlo
pero es triste, ¡qué canejo!
el venirse tan abajo
derrotado y para viejo
No es de hombres lamentarse
pero al ver cómo me alejo
sin poderlo remediar
yo lloro sin querer llorar
Si no fuera que el recuerdo
de mi madre tan querida
me acollara en esta vida
con sentida devoción
no era yo quien aguantaba
esta triste situación
ni el que así se contemplaba
sin abrirse el corazón
Pero hay cosas, compañero
que ninguno las comprende
uno a veces se defiende
del dolor para vivir
como aquél que, haciendo alarde
de coraje en el sufrir
no se mata de cobarde
por temor de no morir
Zondag 21 december 1969
On N'A Plus Le Droit
On N'A Plus Le Droit
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
J'ai revu les filles de mon patelin
Je leur ai sourit mine de rien
Elles ont baissé les yeux
Pour me montrer leurs doigts
Il est trop tard mon Dieu
On n'a plus le droit
Je suis madame machin
Je ne manque de rien
Il est gentil tout plein
Je l'aime bien
Bon ça va, je vais retrouver les copains
Se sera bon flâner jusqu'au matin
Ils ont baissé les yeux
Pour me montrer leurs doigts
Il est trop tard mon vieux
On n'a plus le droit
On n'joue plus les Milord
On n'a la corde au cou
Tu payes un verre d'accord
Mais c'est bien tout
Tiens c'est vrai ça fait longtemps déjà
Je n'me rendais pas contre
Excusez-moi
Et j'ai baissé les yeux
Pour me gratter le doigt
Et de cacher de mon mieux
Mon désarroi
J'ai osé les épaules
Et j'ai tourné le dos
Adieu Pierre adieu Paule
C'était trop beau
C'était trop beau
Zaterdag 20 december 1969
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
Composer(s): Kent LaVoie
Performer(s): Lobo
I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman's mind told me that so
Oh how I wish
We were back on the road again
Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man
I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the day we all got caught
Stealing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas
And back on the road again
I'll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin'
Down in my brain
Though it's only been a month or so
That old car's buggin' us to go
We've gotta get away and get back on
The road again
Zaterdag 20 december 1969
On N'A Pas Besoin De La Lune
On N'A Pas Besoin De La Lune
Composer(s): A. Hornez; P. Misraki
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
On n'a pas besoin de la lune
Quand on est vraiment amoureux
Pas besoin de vent sur la lune
Ni de sources ni de ciel bleu
Du moment qu'on aime sa brune
Ça suffit pour qu'on soit heureux
Les yeux dans les yeux et le cœur joyeux
On oublie la terre et les cieux
Quel bonheur quelle joie quelle chance m'a donné la vie
La première fois que je vis celle qui est mon amie
Nous avons fait connaissance son jardin fleuri
Et pas sous le ciel de la Provence
Mais sous un parapluie Place Vichy
On n'a pas besoin de la lune
Quand on est vraiment amoureux
Pas besoin de vent sur la lune
Ni de sources ni de ciel bleu
Du moment qu'on aime sa brune
Ça suffit pour qu'on soit heureux
Les yeux dans les yeux et le cœur joyeux
On oublie la terre et les cieux
On n'a pas besoin de la lune
Quand on est vraiment amoureux
Vrijdag 19 december 1969
Me And The Ghost Upstairs
Me And The Ghost Upstairs
Composer(s): Bernard Hanighen; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
From a long trip on the Erie
Comes a rappin' on my chamber door
It's an ectoplasmic tapping
That disturbs my nightly napping
Like a shroud that's gently flapping
Emanating from the second floor
Buddies are we, me and the ghost upstairs
Sipping our tea, me and the ghost upstairs
But he's inclined to moan when left alone
So I think of things that'll tickle his funny bone
Lonely old ghost upstairs
Regular folks, droppin' our worldly cares
Swappin' our jokes, me and the ghost upstairs
And then he slaps his shroud and laughs out loud
And says "Oh boy, that'll paralyse all the crowd"
Jolly old ghost upstairs
He's quite a cook, he serves a beautiful drink
He wrote a book and in invisible ink
I took a look and the title 'pon the page
Was 'The Groups of Wraith'
Once in a while he brings a gang of friends
Does it in style, careless of what he spends
And though the place is small we have a ball
'Cause you know those spooks don't require no room at all
We have some mighty fine affairs
Me and the ghost upstairs
We have some mighty fine affairs
Me and the ghost upstairs
Vrijdag 19 december 1969
On My Word Of Honor
On My Word Of Honor
Composer(s): Kathryn Harrison; Jeanette Miles
Performer(s): The Platters;
Roy Hamilton; B.B. King
On my word of honor
All my love belongs to you
You put your faith in me
You'll see how true I'll be
On my word of honor
You can trust me with your heart
And I pledge mine to you
It's your's my whole life through
Let these lips never kiss you
Again if they're telling you a lie
If forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Cross my heart and hope to die
On my word of honor
You mean everything to me
I sware by stars above
I'll keep my word my love
Let these lips never kiss you
Again if they're telling you a lie
If forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Cross my heart and hope to die
On my word of honor
You mean everything to me
I sware by stars above
I'll keep my word my love
myyyyy loooooove
Donderdag 18 december 1969
Me And The Elephant
Me And The Elephant
Composer(s): Benny Whitehead
Performer(s): Charlie Landsborough
and various other artists
I remember the day we had nothing to do
So we went down to the city zoo
Just to kill an hour or two
Out in the hotsunshine
We had so much fun
We were glad that we came
Fed all the animals
And gave each a name
Didn’t even mind when it started to rain
We had a real good time
Now that its over and your far away
I miss you more with each passin day
And all my friends sympathize and say
You’ll for get in time
Yes you will
Give yourself a little time
But it’s already been over a year
Just in case you interested
You might like to hear
How everyone is doing down at the city zoo with out you
Well the monkey forgot you
The hippo forgot you
And so did the kangaroo
But me and the elephant
We still remember you
Me and the elephant will never forget you
Well I spoke to Ann Landers and Dear Abby too,
And sought their advice as to what I should do
They said everything that reminds me of you
Would all have to go
So I burned all of your pictures
Except two or three
The one by my bed
And the one on my TV
And the one that I always carry with me everywhere I go
And today was so nice
And since I was in town
I thought I’d take the opportunity to go down
And see how everyone is down at the city zoo
And what’s new
Well the rhino forgot you
The zebra forgot you
The polar bear and the tiger too
But me and the elephant we still remember you
Me and the elephant will never forget you
Donderdag 18 december 1969
On My Pond
On My Pond
Performer(s): Kermit The Frog
(background fish in brackets)
There's a place
Where I can sit
Just me, myself and I
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Where the water's
Fresh and clean
And peaceful as a sigh
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Look at the grass all around me
It's green as the smile on my face
Look at the trees they astound me
Wow, what a beautiful place
There's a spot
Where no one lives
But quiet little fish
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Nature lets me
Come and visit
Any time I wish
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Look at us all
We're enjoying
A breath of sweet country air
(a boat goes by trailing fumes, Kermit coughs,
a family turns up a boombox loud)
Hey! This is getting annoying
Please keep it down over there!
Wait a minute! Who said you
Could dump your garbage here?
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Cleaning it all up again
Could take us years and years
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Keeping it clean to begin with
Yes that's the smart thing to do
(fish pop up with their faces covered in gas masks)
(Don't let them cover our fins with
Any more black slimy gooooooo!)
Save a place where I can sit
Just me, myself and I
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
Keep the water fresh and clean
And peaceful as a sigh
On my pond (on my pond)
On my pond
(repeat as people start picking up garbage)
Isn't it a lot nicer with everything all cleaned up like this?
On my pond (on my pond)
(repeat and fade)
Woensdag 17 december 1969
Me And The Devil Blues
Me And The Devil Blues
Composer(s): Robert Johnson
Performer(s): Robert Johnson
Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door
Early this mornin', ooh, when you knocked upon my door
And I said, "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go"
Me and the Devil, was walkin' side by side
Me and the Devil, ooh, was walkin' side by side
I'm goin' to beat my woman, until I get satisfied
She say you don't see why, that I will dog her 'round
(Now, baby, you know you ain't doin' me right, now)
She say you don't see why, ooh, that I will dog her 'round
It must-a be that old evil spirit, so deep down in the ground
You may bury my body, down by the highway side
(Baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone)
You may bury my body, ooh, down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit, can get a Greyhound bus and ride
Dinsdag 16 december 1969
Me & The Boys
Me & The Boys
Performer(s): Matt Minglewood
Remember back when we were young
And all the crazy things that we've done
Me and the boys out skipping school
Back on the hill acting a fool
Yes, it's so easy to remember when
Everything was so simple then
We never worry about the money that we spend
When you ain't got no money
You don't care where it went
In the summer days when there were no courses
Up at the creek just riding the horses
Acting out westerns that we had seen
Down at the theater on the movie screen
One year later felt 5 years older
With the girls we were getting bolder
Nighttime down at the railroad yard
Awkward moves, God it was hard
But it sure was fun
Feel the wind running through our hair as we ride
Running so fast that not even time can hold us
Young and free we had nothing to hide
Doing all those things that nobody just could not hold us
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Cruising in a 57 Dodge
The boys all checking out the noisy rod
Backyard mechanics each and every one
It was greasy work but God it was fun
We got her rolling down the 104
She's working better than she did before
Half a tank and we're on our way
Heading for a week-end holiday
Feel the wind running through our hair as we ride
Running so fast that not even time can hold us
Young and free we had nothing to hide
Doing all those things that nobody just could not hold us
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Me and the boys, nobody told us
Me and the boys, nobody told us
When we were young
When we were young
Me and the boys
Me and the boys
Dinsdag 16 december 1969
On My Mind
On My Mind
Composer(s): Tom James; Jerry Organ
Performer(s): Flatt & Scruggs;
and various other artists
I can't sleep and I can't eat all I do is sit and cry
And listen for your footsteps at my door
I keep asking myself why that you ever said goodbye
And I guess I've cried a million tears or more
On my mind on my mind
You're always in my heart and on my mind
Once I thought my love would die darling here's what I find
You're always in my heart and on my mind
Seems I miss you most of all when the twilight shadows fall
What a fool I was to ever let you go
If longing for you now could only bring you back somehow
You'd be here in these lovin' arms I know
Maandag 15 december 1969
Me & My Wine
Me & My Wine
Performer(s): Def Leppard
Well I'm down in the alley of Sally and I'm feeling my way
And it's four in the morning, I don't have a lot I can say
I know I'm looking for some satisfaction
But there ain't much news
Got some walking from a back reaction
I'm hanging down and loose
Me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All I can say is I'm doing fine with just me and my wine
Now my brain and my body are runnin' on different rails
And I died and just say hi what if all else fails
Oh I woke up in a subway station
Lying half dead on the floor
I don't remember anything
What happened the night before
Oh me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All I can say is I'm doing fine with just me and my wine
Now listen
My hair's a real mess, I feel and look like a joke
And there's a hole in my jeans, I just ran right out of smokes
You know I'd like to get to know you
But I ain't got the time
I'm finding it harder and harder
To make this damn thing rhyme
Just me and my wine
Well just me and my wine
You know that I'm doing fine
Well just me and my wine
Thank you
Maandag 15 december 1969
On Me Recherche
On Me Recherche
Composer(s): Philippe Labro; Eddie Vartan
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
On me recherche en Bourgogne
On me recherche en Vendée
On me recherche en Gascogne
On me cherche dans le Lyonnais
Mon visage et mes empreintes
Sont diffusées chaque jour
Par des gendarmes qui pointent
Leurs sales gueules au carrefours
On me recherche en Touraine
On me recherche en Provence
On me cherche en Aquitaine
Et dans toute l'Ile de France
J'avais trois copains de cavale
Un salaud les a donnés
Ils pourrissent en centrale
Et j'ai juré de les venger
Y a des villes et des villages
Qu'il vaut mieux plus traverser
La seule vue de mon passage
Ferait boucler toute la contrée
Ah oui
Pour tout souvenir d'enfance
Je ne connais que le vent
Et sous le soleil qui danse
Les silhouettes des truands
Quelque part dans un village
Y a trois planches et quatre murs
Une petite vieille et un petit vieux
Qui me cacheront c'est sûr
Dans leur jardin sous un arbre
À la pelle et au râteau
J'ai planqué toutes mes armes
Quatre flingues et trois couteaux
On me recherche à Créteil
On me recherche à Bordeaux
Dans les faubourgs de Marseille
Et les clandés de Saint-Malo
Oui, Saint-Malo
On me cherche à Besançon
On me cherche à Montpellier
S'ils veulent toucher ma rançon
Faudra d'abord me tuer
Me tuer
S'ils veulent toucher ma rançon
Faudra d'abord me buter
Me buter
S'ils veulent toucher ma rançon
Oui, faudra d'abord me tuer
Me tuer
Zondag 14 december 1969
Me & My Uncle
Me & My Uncle
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): Grateful Dead
and various other artists
Me and my uncle went riding down
South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That being the point just about half way
And you know it was the hottest part of the day
I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the bar-room, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt
It being summer, I took off my shirt
And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt
West Texas cowboys, they's all around
With liquor and money, they're loaded down
So soon after pay day, you know it seemed a shame
You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game
Hi-lo jacks and the winner take the hand
My uncle starts winning, cowboys got sore
One of them called him, and then two more
Accused him of cheating, well no it couldn't be
I know my uncle, he's as honest as me
And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be
One of them cowboys, he starts to draw
Well I shot him down, Lord, he never saw
Shot me another, hot damn he won't grow old
In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold
And we high-tailed it down to Mexico
Now I love those cowboys, I love their gold
I love my uncle, God rest his soul
Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know
Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
Zondag 14 december 1969
On Marche
On Marche
Composer(s): Christophe Bardy; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Il faut marcher, marcher
Marcher tout l'temps, il faut
Marcher devant, il faut
Marcher gagnant
Tu n'marches pas, t'es foutu
Les autres te marchent dessus
Il faut marcher mordant
Ou t'es perdant
On marche
On marche
Sur le grand quai des p'tits départs
On pardonne aucun retard
Le monde des fous est en partance
Avance!
Dans la cadence de l'infernal
Le moindre arrêt devient fatal
Y a pas toujours de second'chance
Avance!
Tes amis te délaissent
Et tes amours te blessent
De vrai en faux
De laid en beau
T'avances... t'avances
Il faut marcher, marcher
Marcher tout l'temps, il faut
Marcher devant, il faut
Marcher gagnant
Tu n' marches pas, t'es foutu
Les autres te marchent dessus
Ils t'attendent au tournant
La haine au vent!
Dans ce métro, boulot, salauds
Les jolies blondes jouent les machas
Tout l'monde se pousse au fer de lance
Zaterdag 13 december 1969
Me And My Shadow
