Get back - The Beatles (1969)

Right at their demise they came out with this. I didn't know what to make of it but soon got it. It was back to basics and this song makes me want to get up and dance - and I never dance.

Me And Bobby McGee - Kris Kristofferson (1969)

This song was certainly done to death in the sixties and seventies and even when I hear it today I think 'What clever words' but I look for alternate versions to KK just to give it a boost. It is a little worn out but I find it difficult to omit this classic. I remember spending time debating the value and meaning of the word freedom. The young Christian club asserted that the kind of freedom KK talks about here is quite the opposite to true freedom. Anyhow that's philosophy . But the thought of freedom from responsibility appealed to us young-ins and the image of 'thumbing a diesel down' and landing where it may was bold and exciting. ...and 'we sang every song the driver knew', and indeed songs were the basis of our foundation. All great revolutions have their music to identify with and this was one for the sixties.

In the year 25 25 - Zeger and Evans (1969)

Who can ignore this foreboding warning of this song in the closing years of the sixties? This song races ahead at a time of great social change and impending technology breakthroughs. It captures the popular mood in a nutshell and it still sounds good.

Something in the air - Thunderclap Newman (1969)

Not sure if this song would stand very tall without it's arrangement. The singing sounds a bit intellectually challenged at times but I still enjoy it every time I listen to it. So it seems to survive the test of time for me. I like the sound of the guitar on this at the beginning.

Where Do You Go To My Lovely (1969) - Peter Sarstedt

As teenagers and naughty boys do we all cast knowing smiles as PS asked the rhetorical question 'Where do you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed?'. But of course we knew nothing of what he was singing. We could not have known anything about the bitter loss of childhood friends or of an ex lover who opts for the life of glamour and forgets their roots. Ironical I suppose then that PS cast a pretty-boy glamour image himself.

Frozen Orange Juice - Peter Sarstedt (1969)

Where do you go to my lovely? To buy a frozen orange juice and then splash the waves on the beach. Then (under the water) I'll rescue you and you'll rescue me...wow, hot! But where will you go to when you're alone in you're bed? We were both children begging in rags, now you're with the Aga Khan, and I'm here now forgotten forever (or am I?). But that's the other song. I love both but the image of frozen orange juice at the beach on a hot day is hard to beat.