Year 1967 (MCMLXVII) was a common year starting on Sunday (link will display the full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar.
Kirk Douglas (born Issur Danielovitch, Russian: И́сер Даниело́вич; December 9, 1916) is an American stage and film actor, film producer and author. His popular films include Out of the Past (1947), Champion (1949), Ace in the Hole (1951), The Bad and the Beautiful (1952), Lust for Life (1956), Paths of Glory (1957), Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957), Spartacus (1960), and Lonely Are the Brave (1962).
He is No.17 on the American Film Institute's list of the greatest male American screen legends of all time, making him the highest-ranked living person on the list. In 1996, he received the Academy Honorary Award "for 50 years as a creative and moral force in the motion picture community."
Douglas was born Issur Danielovitch in Amsterdam, New York, the son of Bryna "Bertha" (née Sanglel) and Herschel "Harry" Danielovitch, a businessman. His parents were Jewish immigrants from Gomel, Belarus. His father's brother, who emigrated earlier, used the surname Demsky, which Douglas's family adopted in the United States. In addition to their surname, his parents also changed their given names to Harry and Bertha. Douglas grew up as Izzy Demsky and legally changed his name to Kirk Douglas before entering the Navy during World War II.
Robert Charles Durman Mitchum (August 6, 1917 – July 1, 1997) was an American film actor, author, composer and singer and is #23 on the American Film Institute's list of the greatest male American screen legends of all time. Mitchum rose to prominence for his starring roles in several major works of the film noir style, and is considered a forerunner of the anti-heroes prevalent in film during the 1950s and 1960s.
Mitchum was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, into a Methodist family. His mother, Ann Harriet (née Gunderson), was a Norwegian immigrant and sea captain's daughter, and his father, James Thomas Mitchum, was a shipyard and railroad worker. A sister, Annette, (known as Julie Mitchum during her acting career) was born in 1914. James Mitchum was crushed to death in a railyard accident in Charleston, South Carolina, in February 1919, when his son was less than 2 years old. After his death, Ann Mitchum was awarded a government pension, and soon realized she was pregnant. She returned to her family in Connecticut, and married a former British Army major who helped her care for the children. In September 1919 a second son, John, was born. When all of the children were old enough to attend school, Ann found employment as a linotype operator for the Bridgeport Post.
Marcelo D2 (born Marcelo Maldonado Peixoto, November 5, 1967, in Rio De Janeiro) is a Brazilian rapper.
A former vocalist of the band Planet Hemp, he started his solo career in 1998 with the album Eu Tiro É Onda. The album was recorded in his studio by David Corcos, and was mixed in New York and Los Angeles by Carlos Bass and Mário Caldato Jr. Eu Tiro É Onda was well accepted by the public and rap movement within São Paulo, earning respect from names such as Black Alien, Zé Gonzalez, Dj nuts and Bnegão.
Marcelo returned to Rio de Janeiro with a pregnant girlfriend who gave birth to his son Luca. He found renewed success after restarting his solo career with the participation of the Hemp Family, a group formed by the pioneers of rap in Rio de Janeiro.
In 2003 he released À Procura da Batida Perfeita (Portuguese for "Looking for the perfect beat", a reference to an Afrika Bambaataa song of the same name) produced by Beastie Boys producer Mario Caldato. The album mixed hip-hop with samba, and included a collaboration with will.i.am from The Black Eyed Peas. The album was a hit, and led to an Acústico MTV performance, analogous to MTV Unplugged in the United States. The album was released with the English title in Asia, Europe, and North America. Finally, the album was promoted with a two-year tour.
Henry Jaynes Fonda (May 16, 1905 – August 12, 1982) was an American film and stage actor.
Fonda made his mark early as a Broadway actor. He also appeared in 1938 in plays performed in White Plains, New York, with Joan Tompkins. He made his Hollywood debut in 1935, and his career gained momentum after his Academy Award-nominated performance as Tom Joad in The Grapes of Wrath, a 1940 adaptation of John Steinbeck's novel about an Oklahoma family who moved west during the Dust Bowl. Throughout six decades in Hollywood, Fonda cultivated a strong, appealing screen image in such classics as The Ox-Bow Incident, Mister Roberts and 12 Angry Men. Later, Fonda moved both toward darker epics as Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West and lighter roles in family comedies like Yours, Mine and Ours with Lucille Ball.
Fonda was the patriarch of a family of famous actors, including daughter Jane Fonda, son Peter Fonda, granddaughter Bridget Fonda, and grandson Troy Garity. His family and close friends called him "Hank". In 1999, he was named the sixth-Greatest Male Star of All Time by the American Film Institute.
Last night
I took a walk into the back of my mind
through the trash and the warning signs
there was a party full of jokes and clich's
I couldn't think of anything to say
and so I slipped into the men's room there
I saw my hair a way it's never been before
I took the stairs from my head to my heart
I didn't know they were so far apart
the heart is like a little chapel somewhere,
the pretty lights and the empty chairs
but I'm gonna bring a broom next time
I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find
She walks me down to my private train
and lays me down in my sleeping car
she keeps my elephant out of the rain
and sees to the care of my vintage cars
she is the blood of my life
without her I would starve
Who you gonna run to?
Who you gonna hide behind?
Who you gonna turn to
when there's nobody home but you?
What's a father to do
with all theses school-less injuns
running in circles around the wagons
What's a father to do
with all these monster debts
around my neck
on a sad sun deck
Oh, my children, the times are jaded
the simple life is complicated
oh, my children
Now if the dark of the night
arrives in the middle of the day
I'm gonna say my prayer
for sweetness and light,
gonna fix myself a Coke,
and hope it's alright
If the bat-winged beast sweep down
for a feast on me
I'm gonna pin my soul
to a hot-air balloon
gonna make it pop
and shoot me to the moon
Now you've had another piece of my mind,
a cup of coffee and a slice of time
if you'll excuse me I should say goodbye
In Nineteen Sixty Seven the draft caught up with me,
Me and my pal Joe went off to war.
We might find hero's heaven, but we'd keep the country free.
We would surely win just like before.
Roy Rogers he was on his horse, and Buck Jones drew his gun.
We would surely win of course when the battle was all done.
Nineteen Sixty Seven I came back alone,
They brought Joe back in plastic on the plane.
Nineteen Sixty Seven seems so long ago,
But I can't forget my friend or ease my pain.
His family may forget him, his children may regret him,
His wife may find another and go on.
His picture may grow faded and the world he knew gone jaded
But as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
In Nineteen Sixty Seven, the war was raging on,
Our country was divided and reborn.
Though I was back at home, I had never left Saigon,
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn.
This was no place for hero's now, they all seemed to resent me,
It doesn't matter
I've got a library
I've got a swimmimg pool
I drive the Lamborghini
Dad drives the Cadillac
Mom's got an MG
I don't have a job
I don't go to school
I just sit at home
I don't have to worry
They have lots of money
They won't let me starve
In 1967 things weren't this good
My daddy was a hippie
Now he's a head of state
I don't have no peers
I don't know no queers
It doesn't bother me
I don't get in fights
When I go out at night
Coz my chauffeur is a killer
I don't have to look
When i want a fuck
I just spend some money
I get more allowance
In 1967
In 1967
The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five
I think we should have a child soon
In 1967
No pop in our record collection
The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us
I think we should count our blessings
In 1967
In 1967
My wife's expecting
A Surrey midwife delivers the child
I'll get a job in Yorkshire
In 1967
No pop in our record collection
No colour section
In our record collection
In 1967
No pop in our record collection
Some people have died, Some people have gone
Our Spring is in a cardboard box
Present time
I'll apologise to the nation
We are bedazzled, We're ordering cocktails
We act like peasants
1999
No pop in out record collection
Record on the radio station
It means nothing to us
I think we should count our blessing
Since 1967
In 1967
(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)
In 1967
(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)
In 1967
(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)
In 1967
1967, o mundo começou
Pelo menos pra mim
E a minha história reduzida
É mais ou menos assim:
Nascido em São Cristóvão
Morador de Madureira
Desde pequeno acostumado a
subir ladeira
me lembro muito bem
dos meus tempos de moleque
que sempre passava as férias
no final do 77
Padre Miguel sempre 10 na bateria
saudoso Mestre André
sempre soube o que queria
futebol na rua F ou no campo de baixo
Você sabe
Meu tio gentil era um esculacho
Andava pelas ruas vestindo o meu bate bola
Se tu passasse em minha frente
Era melhor tu sair fora
Carnaval de rua perigoso e divertido
Mas passei por tudo isso
Entre mortos e feridos
Graças ao meu pai
O pessoal da tramela
Sérgio Cabrito meu padrinho
Não dava trégua
Lembra do Cassino Bangu
De vez em quando eu ia lá
Curtir um funk, ver a mulherada rebolar
Kool and the gang, gap band,
outro mestre, James Brown
Era só alegria
Não tinha pau
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
No Andaraí, Grajaú o bicho pegava mais
Quando pichava muro
Sempre tinha um correndo atrás
Carlos Peixe, meu camarada
De vez em quando no piche
Outras na baforada
Vida de moleque sempre sangue bom
Calote no ônibus
Pra ir à praia no verão
Pra ficar um pouco mais
Roubava no supermercado
Pra mim isso nunca foi pecado
Sempre no Maraca vendo o Mengão jogar
Zico, Adílio, Júnior, fazendo a bola rolar
Como já dizia o hino, vou repetir pra você
Uma vez Flamengo
Flamengo até morrer
Meu avô Peixoto deixou meu sangue rubro-negro
Me orgulho de ser carioca
Me orgulho de ser brasileiro
skate na veia, só quem tem
sabe como é que é a sensação
e o poder de dar um ollie-air
Campo Grande, Norte Shopping
Street no Mec
À noite Circo Voador
Show do De Falla e um Domec
Vender Camisa na 13 de Maio
Na situação show no Garage
Skunk, diversão de irmão
Grandmaster Flash, Afrika Bambaata
Planet Rock,
Rap, break, graffiti
Chegou o hip hop
Cantando a vida
Mas vista de um outro lado
Não é apologia cumpadi
Não adianta ficar bolado
Entenda se a minha rima
Não te faz rir
É som das ruas fluindo
Não adianta, sai daqui
Eu vim pra zoar
Fazer barulho
Falar um pouco de mulher
Skate, som, bagulho
Sempre ligado, sempre sabendo o que quer
Sempre bom da cabeça, nunca doente do pé
Eu vou levando a vida
É, juro que vou
Só no sapato, sempre sendo o que sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
Agora saiu o flow
Brasileiro, Carioca
Marcelo D2 na área
Se derrubar, é pênalti
Valeu.
T'was all huge & scary
When they were building Disneyland
The crowds mixed with clowns
We are down on huntin' and
Your words are burning my soul
You got me here and there
Oh yeah.
I had time to practice
The results were static
1967 on the moon all nite long