Maandag 2 februari 1970
Meet Me Half Way
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Meet Me Half Way
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Maandag 2 februari 1970
On The Way Home
On The Way Home
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield;
and various other artists
When the dream came
I held my breath with my eyes closed
I went insane
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now I won't be back till later on
If I do come back at all
But you know me, and I miss you now
In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came
And you had a
Chance to see through me
Though the other side is just the same
You can tell my dream is real
Because I love you, can you see me now
Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you, can you feel it now
Zondag 1 februari 1970
Meditation
Meditation
Composer(s): Norman Gimbel;
Antonio Carlos Jobim; Newton Mendonça
Performer(s): Doris Day
and various other artists
In my loneliness
When you're gone and I'm all by myself
And I need your caress
I just think of you
And the thought of you holding me near
Makes my loneliness soon disappear
Though you're far away
I have only close my eyes, and you are back to stay
I just close my eyes
And the sadness that missing you brings
Soon is gone and this heart of mine sings
Yes, I love you so, and that for me is all I need to know
I will wait for you
'Til the sun falls from out of the sky, for what else can I do?
I will wait for you
Meditating how sweet life will be when you come back to me
Zondag 1 februari 1970
On The Trail
On The Trail
Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Ferde Grofé
Performer(s): Frankie Laine;
and various other artists
(Hee-hop, hee-hop, mule)
(Hop-hee-hop, hee-hop)
The stubbornest mule I ever saw
He's tossin' his head, he's raisin' ol' Ned
He's gettin' me all of a twitter
That ornery critter, he goes
He must have been born in Arkansas
Don't want to be led, he wants to be fed
Why he'd make the Statue of Liberty
Flibberty-gibberty
He's hankerin' for a hunk of straw
He can't hear my song, he's joggin' along
His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon
He'll be eatin' his fill
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti)
Over the rim of the hill
We're on the trail
The sun is low, the canyon is wide
Hi-ee, hi-oo
We sing a song as we ride
We're on the trail
My mule and I, we haven't a care
Hi-ee, hi-oo
My heart is free as the air
Out on the ole painted desert
I know a wonderful site
Where we can build us a fire
Where we can spend the night
The sun will rise
And in the skies, the stars grow pale
Hi-ee, hi-oo
And we'll be back on the trail
Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail
Zaterdag 31 januari 1970
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock
Performer(s): Glenn Shorrock
Looked at my window for Robinson Crusoe
all I can see is Daniel Defoe
everyone movin' in different directions
I don't know which way I can go, tell me
Now I like the blues and I like cathedrals
I like the ladies' hands on my knee
I don't care what you think of my music
I sure care a lot what you think about me
Meanwhile, the man inside me rages
he's tryin' to be free, you know he tryin' to be released
Meanwhile, clean out your cages
the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be
I like the blues, and I like the Beatles
I like the ladies' hands on my knee
I don't care what you think of my music
I sure care a lot what you think about me
Meanwhile, the man inside me rages
he's trying to be free, you know he's tryin' to be released
Meanwhile, clean out your cages
the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be
Zaterdag 31 januari 1970
On The Sunny Side Of The Street
On The Sunny Side Of The Street
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street
Can't you hear a pitterpat?
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover crossed over
If I never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street
Vrijdag 30 januari 1970
Meaning Of The Blues
Meaning Of The Blues
Composer(s): Leah Worth; Bobby Troup
Originally performed by: Julie London
Covered by various other artists
Blue was just the color of the sea
Till my lover left me
Blue was just a bluebird in a tree
Till he said "Forget me"
Blue always made me think of summer
Cloudless summer skies so fresh and warm
But now the blue I see is more like winter
Winter skies with clouds about to storm
Blue was just the color of his eyes
Till he said "Goodbye, love"
Blue was just a ribbon for first prize
Till he said, "Don't cry, love"
And blues were only torch songs
Fashioned for impulsive ingénues
But now I know, too well I know
Too well I know the meaning of the blues
Vrijdag 30 januari 1970
Mama, You Been On My Mind
Mama, You Been On My Mind ((aka Baby You've Been On My Mind (Linda Ronstadt) - 1969))
((Swedish Version: Jag Har Tänkt På Dej (by Mikael Wiehe) - 2004))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget"
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind
Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow
But mama, you're just on my mind
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know
Mama, you been on my mind
When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind
Vrijdag 30 januari 1970
On The Sunny Side Of The Rockies
On The Sunny Side Of The Rockies
Composer(s): Roy Ingraham; Harry Tobias
Performer(s): Jimmie Davis; Slim Whitman
On the sunny side of the Rockies
Where the desert kissed the sea
There I left my love near the Rockies
When we said goodbye tenderly
Tho mountains are high, and we're far apart
In my dreams I'm with my sweetheart
On the sunny side of the Rockies
Where the desert kissed the sea
Donderdag 29 januari 1970
Mean Woman Blues
Mean Woman Blues
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius
Originally performed by: Elvis Presley
Covered by various other artists
I got a woman
Mean as she can be
I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
A black cat up and died of fright
cause she crossed his path last night
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
She kiss so hard, she bruise my lips
Hurts so good, my heart just flips
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
Shes almost mean as me
The strangest gal I ever had
Never happy less she's mad
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
She makes love without a smile
Ooh, hot dog that drives me wild
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me
Donderdag 29 januari 1970
On The Sentimental Side
On The Sentimental Side
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Al Bowlly;
and various other artists
If you wonder why I'm near you
Even though I've been denied
I'm inclined to be a little
On the sentimental side
I suppose I should forget you
If I had an ounce of pride
But I guess I can't help being
On the sentimental side
I should act gay
Laugh it off and say, "Faretheewell"
Say it just didn't wear well
But I'm not that way
I'm in hopes you'll think it over
And perhaps be satisfied
With a simple sort of person
On the sentimental side
Woensdag 28 januari 1970
Mean To Me
Mean To Me
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Fred E. Ahlert
Performer(s): Ruth Etting
and various other artists
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home each night
When you say you phone
You don't and I'm left alone
Sing the blues and sighin'
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
I must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
Dinsdag 27 januari 1970
Mean Talking Blues
Mean Talking Blues
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain
All I scatter is aches and pains
I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face
And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace
If I ever done a good deed -- I'm sorry of it
I'm mean in the East, mean in the West
Mean to the people that I like the best
I go around a-causin' lot of accidents
And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks
I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen
I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner
I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean...
I ride around on the subway trains
Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain
And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side
I laugh my loudest when other people cry
Can't help it -- I was born good, I guess
Just like you or anybody else ---
But then I... just turned off mean
I hate ev'rybody don't think like me
And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free
Rather see you starved to death
Than see you at work
And I'm readin' all the books I can
To learn how to hurt
Daily Misery -- spread diseases
Keep you without no vote
Keep you without no union
Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well
I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell
I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice
I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice
And the roaches, and the turnamights
And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs
And the grub worms, and the stingarees
And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth
The ticks and the blow-flies
These is all of my little angels
That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness
And mosquiters...
Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller
Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller
Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail
And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail
And I growed horns...
And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you
I hated union ever'where
'Cause God likes unions
And I hate God!
Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean
That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen
Then get the colors to fightin' one another
And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother
That'll be just it
Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine
And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets
That'll just suit me fine
'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union
And I hate ever'thing that's organized
And I hate ever'thing that's planned
And I love to hate and I hate to love!
I'm mean, I'm just mean...
Dinsdag 27 januari 1970
On The South Sea Isle
On The South Sea Isle
Composer(s): Harry Von Tilzer
Down upon the south sea island
Where I long to be, it's my land
Oriental breezes fan the air, there
On the beach of old Whi Woola
You can see the hula hula
Pretty maidens dancing everywhere, so fair
In the night time, that's the right time
All the world's in tune
Oriental, sentimental, dusky lovers croon
Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
In this dreamy land of pleasure
There are memories I treasure
Moonlight strolls along the silv'ry sand, and
Loving eyes that seem to haunt me
Lips that used to laugh and taunt me
List'ning to the oriental band, so grand
Birds a-cooing, lovere wooing
As they stroll along
Tropic moonlight, dreamy spoonlight
Just a world of song
Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
Maandag 26 januari 1970
Mean Old World
Mean Old World
Composer(s): Little Walter
Originally performed by: Little Walter
Covered by various other artists
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go
Maandag 26 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Willie Nelson)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
Performer(s): Willie Nelson
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
Zondag 25 januari 1970
Mean Old Frisco
Mean Old Frisco
Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
You know they take my girl away, Lord, and blow back out on me
Well my mama, she done told me, and my papa told me too
Mama told me and my papa told me too
A woman that gets in your face, Lord she ain't no friend for you
Well I'm goin' away now baby, and I won't be back until fall
Goin' away, baby. Lord, I won't be back till fall
If I don't come back by then, Lord, I won't be back at all
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Gonna take my gal away, Lord, and blow back out on me
Zondag 25 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Canned Heat)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Floyd Jones; Alan Wilson
Performer(s): Canned Heat
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
I didn't have no payroll
Not even no place to go
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
She said "Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son"
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
'Cause it's soon one morning
Down the road I'm going
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
I can't carry you, Baby
Gonna carry somebody else
Zondag 25 januari 1970
On The Road Again (Bob Dylan)
On The Road Again
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
Zaterdag 24 januari 1970
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues (Ernest Tubb)
