Music of the 60s

[Dillinger]

The revolution's here!!!

If you were around in the 60s - what music did you listen to you?

What music still holds up?

Even if you weren't around in the 60s - what bands/songs from the 60s do it for you?

I turned 13 in 1970. I didn't really live through the 60s as an active participant but I was aware of what was going on - and it was the music of the 60s that was my introduction to "rock."

Post some lyrics!

Something in the Air
Thunderclap Newman

Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Lock up the streets and houses
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Hand out the arms and ammo
We're going to blast our way through here
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right

We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together
Now

 

[Hamletmaschine]

For what it's worth, here's . . .

For What It's Worth | Buffalo Springfield


There's somethin' happenin' here.
What it is ain't exactly clear.
There's a man with a gun over there
A-tellin' me I've got to beware.

I think it's time we stop.
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin' down.

There's battle lines bein' drawn.
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong.
Young people speakin' their minds
A-gettin' so much resistance from behind.

I think it's time we stop.
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin' down.

What a field day for the heat.
A thousand people in the street
Singin' songs and a-carryin' signs
Mostly sayin' hooray for our side.

It's time we stop.
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin' down.

Paranoia strikes deep.
Into your life it will creep.
It starts when you're always afraid.
Step out of line, the men come and take you away.

You better stop.
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'..
You better stop.
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'..
You better stop.
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'..
You better stop.
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'..

 

[koalabear]

Elvis! Then came the Beatles and changed music forever.
Dave Clark Five
Freddie and the Dreamers
Stones
Monkees

Janis Joplin

Beach Boys
Jimmy Hendrix
Joe Cocker Mad Dogs and Englishmen

EDIT: How could I forget the Temptations!

 

[Private Vasquez]

Aretha Franklin
Otis Redding
Sam and Dave
Percy Sledge
Wilson Pickett
The Impressions
Joe Tex
Etta James
Ann Peebles
Motown
Stevie Wonder

...and more and more and more...

 

[tin_tinr]

mamas and the papas
procal harum
manfred mann

 

[Dillinger]

I WANNA KNOW FOR SURE!

Wild Thing
The Troggs

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything...groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing, I...think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything...groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing, I...think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything...groovy
Wild thing

Come on, come on, wild thing
Shake it, shake it, wild thing

 

[KinkyKat]

Danny and the Juniors...."At The Hop"

Ray Charles...."What I Say"

 

[Gaucho]

To borrow Robin William's maxim, "if you remember the 60's, you weren't there", so what follows may be just a hallucination, but some of my favorites (not already mentioned) included:

Paul Revere and the Raiders
Herman's Hermits
Chad and Jeremy
Neil Diamond
and
The Incomparable Dusty Springfield

To this day I still get a hard-on listening to her sing "Son of a Preacher Man"

Surprisingly for this white-bread kid, the motown stuff worked as well, especially Sam and Dave (I gag every time I hear the Blues Brothers cover them), Otis Redding, and Wilson Pickett.

As for stuff that still sounds good today, anything by the Beatles, most of the Doors, Crosby, Stills and Nash (I think they slipped in just before the end of the decade) and The Moody Blues with "Days of Future Passed".

Hey, does anyone else remember when the radio stations tried to play as many songs an hour as they could and hit songs weren't supposed to be over 3 minutes long? That's why, when Simon and Garfunkel released "The Boxer" (I should add them to my list, I suppose) as a single, the running time on the record said "2 minutes and 74 seconds".

Do you think they fooled anybody?

 

[Dillinger]

Ride A White Swan

Ride A White Swan
T. Rex (Marc Bolan)

Ride it on out like a bird in the sky way,
Ride it on out like you were a bird,
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it all out like you were a bird.
Wear a tall hat like a Druid in the old days,
Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown,
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane,
Wear your hair long babe, you can't go wrong
Catch a bright star and place it on you forehead,
Say a few spells and there you go.
Take a black cat and sit it on you shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know

 

[Comshaw]

Fortune Son
CCR
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

Comshaw

 

[glamorilla]

Donovan!

 

[Spinaroonie]

This is a cool song from the 60's

The Memory Remains
THE MEMORY REMAINS (Hetfield, Ulrich)

Fortune, fame Mirror vain Gone insane But the memory remains

Heavy rings on fingers wave Another star denies the grave See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow That hide and swallow mansions whole And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains

Heavy rings hold cigarettes Up to lips that time forgets While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back

And can't the band play on? Just listen, they play my song Ash to ash Dust to dust Fade to black

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Dance little tin goddess

na-na-na

Drift away Fade away Little tin goddess

Ash to ash Dust to dust Fade to black

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains

Ash to ash Dust to dust Fade to black... But the memory remains

Yeah Faded prima donna yeah, yeah

(solo) Dance little tin goddess dance

 

[Dillinger]

Donovan!

Season Of The Witch

When I looked out my window
Many sights to see
And when I looded in my window
So many different people to be
That is strange, so strange
You got to pick out every stitch
Must be the season of the witch

When I looked over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Summer cat looking over
It shoulder at me
Any strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
Beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch

You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch
Beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch
When I go

When I looked out my window
What do you think I see
And when I looked in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
Must be the season of the witch
When I to, when I go

 

[Guest]

Act 7: I wasn't around in the 60's but I do like the music.

 

[Comshaw]

Alice's Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant

Comshaw

 

[LittleMsNaughty]

I wasn't born til 70's but love 60's music including....
CCR
Janis Joplin
The Who
Jimi Hendrix

And some Beatles stuff......

I also like some 50's stuff as well that my Mother used to play
songs like Peggy Sue etc and a few Elvis songs.... or did my parents subliminally program me to like them??

 

[YogiBare]

I loved a whole lot of musicians already listed, and want to add

Jefferson Airplane
The Who (Tommy)
Aretha Franklin
Blood, Sweat, & Tears
Richie Havens
Paul Butterfield Blues Band
Joni Mitchell
Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass (Yeah, I know ...)

 

[Debbie]

I wasn't born till '69. But have been an Elvis fan since I was a teenager.

LOVE ME TENDER (Elvis Presley)

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
You have made my life complete and I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong and we'll never part.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years till the end of time.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

 

[LittleMsNaughty]

I loved a whole lot of musicians already listed, and want to add

Jefferson Airplane
The Who (Tommy)
Aretha Franklin
Blood, Sweat, & Tears
Richie Havens
Paul Butterfield Blues Band
Joni Mitchell
Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass (Yeah, I know ...)

He he - I watched Tommy on DVD the other night.... weird and good and strange all at the same time.... Roger Daltrey - Mmmmmm - even now he still does it for me.... in fact i would hve to admit I have a real "thing" for long haired musicians!! Well long haired men actually!!

 

[Comshaw]

Janis Joplin


Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in baton Rouge
Waiting for a train
And I was feeling nearly faded as my jeans...
Bobby thumbed a desiel down, just before it rained
and rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon
out of my dirty red bandana
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues, uh huh
Windsheild wipers slappin time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
and we sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing it ain't nothing honey,if it aint free, yeah
Feeling good was easy ,oh when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee

From the Kentucky coal mines, to the California sun
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather,
to every thing we'd done
Yeah Bobby baby helped me through the whole world

One day up near salinas sno oh
I let him slip away
He's looking for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tommorows,
for one single yesterday
To be holding bobbys body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me
Feeling good was easy ,lord when he sang the blues
Cause feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

 

[LittleMsNaughty]

I wasn't born till '69. But have been an Elvis fan since I was a teenager.

LOVE ME TENDER (Elvis Presley)

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
You have made my life complete and I love you so.
etc etc

I have a very vivid memory of the day Elvis died - my mother was painting the kitchen ceiling and had paint dripping on her head while crying and singing Love me Tender...... always think of that when I hear that song.

Also I have a toy pig that grunts love Me Tender.

 

[glamorilla]

the lemon pipers~green tambourine

Drop your silver in my tambourine
Help a poor man fill his pretty dream
Give me pennies I'll take anything
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine

Watch the jingle jangle start to chime
Reflections of the music that is mine
When you drop a coin you'll hear it sing
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine

Drop a dime before I walk away
Any song you want I'll gladly play
Money feeds my music machine
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine

 

[missy2]

1960:Only the Lonely-Roy Orbison
True Love Ways:Buddy Holly
The Twist:Chubby Checker

1961:Runaround Sueion
Blue Moon:Marcels
Runawayel Shannon

1962o You Love Me?:The Contours
Monster Mash:Bobby"Boris"Pickett
The Locomotion:Little Eva

1963:Surfin' USA:Beach Boys
Return To Sender:Elvis
Blowin' In The Windeter,Paul & Mary

1964:Oh,Pretty Woman:Roy Orbison
I Want To Hold Your Hand:Beatles
Louie Louie:Kingsmen
Where Did Our Love Go:Supremes

1965:You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling:Righteous Brothers
Satisfaction:Rolling Stones
My Girl:Temptations
Mrs. Brown,You've Got A Lovely Daughter:Herman's Hermits

1966:96 Tears:? & The Mysterians
The Sounds Of Silence:Simon & Garfunkel
Good Lovin':The Rascals
California Dreamin':Mamas & Papas

1967:I'm A Believer:Monkees
Light My Fireoors
Incense & Peppermints:Strawberry Alarm Clock
The Rain,The Park & Other Things:The Cowsills

1968:Born To Be Wild/Magic Carpet Ride:Steppenwolf
Hurdy Gurdy Manonovan
Revolution/Hey Jude:The Beatles
Sunshine Of Your Love:Cream

1969:Crystal Blue Persuasion:Tommy James & The Shondells
Proud Mary:CCR
Get Together:The Youngbloods
Build Me Up Buttercup:The Foundations

(songs from Billboard top 40)

 

[missy2]

WTF?

I don't know why those damn smiley faces are on there instead of some D's.

Maybe they're upset I omitted Honey by Bobby Goldsboro

 

[bored1]

Music of the 60s, some holds up some doesnt but that can be said of any era. Good music is good forever. What I listened to at tha time..... Beatles,Doors,Beach Boys,Stones,CCR,The Who,The Guess Who and on and on.........