Eurovision rewatch: London 1968

I’m pretty sure she just misheard them the first time, patronising cow.
 
Maybe this is why they didn’t mess with the scoreboard this time
 
Here is the original rejected non-Fascist version:


Interesting:

Joan Manuel Serrat, the artist originally chosen to perform Spain's entry, intended to sing it in Catalan. The Francoist State dictatorship would not allow this – and insisted that the entry should be performed in Spanish (which is in fact the language of Castile), official language for all the territories of Spain, although Serrat wanted to make a claim for the other regional languages of this country, repressed under the Francoist State. Hence the last-minute substitution of Massiel as singer. It was not until 2004, when Andorra made its first entry, that Catalan would be heard on the contest stage.[citation needed
 
Thank god we won’t have a finish as close as this any time soon
 
That was much better than I’d feared, and uncovered some new favourites to investigate further. A Norwegian song about being too polite to leave a conversation with someone you don’t like? A Yugoslav renaissance fayre?!
 
Now let’s do a Cracking The Cryptic sudoku sync watch.
 
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Couldn't watch this 'live' but I quite enjoy this year as far as the spotty sixties go.

Did we know that the French ballad has possibly the darkest lyrics in Eurovision history? It's a fairly graphic description of a young girl being raped in the woods.




It sings in the middle of the wood
The spring, and I wonder
whether one should believe this legend
About a girl who was found there


She was fair, she was gentle
She was fond of resting
In the woods, lying on the moss
Listening to the singing birds


One day, when she went to town
Through the wood where she used to walk by
Suddenly she saw
Three men watching he


Three wolfmen, for this sheep
Her flesh was too tender
They were too hungry


As she didn't know how to fight for
The light breath of her life
She fell down on the new grass
As a bird falls from its nest


When she was picked up from the ground
Like a cut flower
Her white dress and the light,
She looked like a bride


When she was picked up from the ground
It looked like a great bed
Among the leaves and the rocks
A clear spring gushed out


It sings in the middle of the wood
The spring, and I wonder
Whether one should believe this legend
About a girl who was found there


Lai lai lai la la la lai la
lai lai lai la la la lai la


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