Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Oliver's Army Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello; and various other artists
Don't start that talking I could talk all night my mind was sleep walking While I was putting the world to rights Call careers information Have you got yourself an occupation Olivers Army is here to stay Olivers army is on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today There was a checkpoint charlie He didn't crack a smile But it's no laughing party When you've been on the murder mile All it takes is one itchy trigger One more widow one less white nigger Olivers Army is here to stay Olivers army is on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne But there's no danger It's a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg Olivers Army is here to stay Olivers army is on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today
Maya Love Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): George Harrison
Maya Love - Maya Love Maya Love is like the sea Flowing in and out of me Maya Love - Maya Love Maya Love is like the day First it comes, then it rolls away Maya Love - Maya Love Maya Love is like the wind Blowing hard on everything Maya Love - Maya Love Maya Love is like the rain Beating on your window brain Maya Love - Maya Love Maya Love is like the stream Flowing through this cosmic dream
Oliver Twist Composer(s): Rod McKuen Performer(s): Rod McKuen
O...L...I...V...E...R...Oliver, twist, yeah
You ought to see Oliver, go go Oliver You ought to see Oliver twist
He can't mow the grass Falls asleep in grammar class But he's a sight on Saturday night You oughta see Oliver, go go Oliver You oughta see Oliver twist
He can't drive like Jim Every tree bumps into him But on the floor he makes 'em roar You oughta see Oliver, go go Oliver You oughta see Oliver twist
He can't write a letter 'Cause he can't spell The girls, they wanna wear his sweater To catch the eye of that a-fabulous guy
He can't sing on pitch But he's a panic with his twitch He raises dickens with them chickens You oughta see Oliver, go go Oliver You oughta see Oliver twist
(Instrumental Break)
He can't write a letter The cat can't spell The girls, they wanna wear his sweater To catch the eye of that fabulous guy
He can't sing on pitch But he's a panic with his twitch He raises dickens with them chickens You oughta see Oliver, go go Oliver You oughta see Oliver twist
Yes, yes, yes You ought to see Oliver twist Oh, oh, oh, oh You ought to see Oliver twist
Maya Composer(s): Robin Williamson Performer(s): The Incredible String Band
The dust of the rivers does murmur and weep Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone Ah, but ever face within your face does show Going gladly now to give himself his own
And twelve yellow willows shall fellow the shallows Small waves and thunder be my pillow Upon the gleaming water two swans that swim And every place shall be my native home
The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away The west gate like a prison O come break it down Island I remember living here Wandering beneath the empty skies
In time her hair grew long and swept the ground And seven blackbirds carried it out behind It bore the holy imprint of her mind As green-foot slow she moved among the seasons
The great man, the great man, historians his memory Artists his senses, thinkers his brain Labourers his growth Explorers his limbs And soldiers his death each second And mystics his rebirth each second Businessmen his nervous system No-hustle men his stomach Astrologers his balance Lovers his loins His skin it is all patchy But soon will reach one glowing hue God is his soul Infinity his goal The mystery his source And civilisation he leaves behind Opinions are his fingernails
Maya Maya All this world is but a play Be thou the joyful player
The wanderer no sense does make His eyes being tied in the true love's knot The trees perceive his soul Do not detain him long
Dear little animal dark-eyed and small Caring for your fur with pointed paws This hawk of truth is swift and flies with a still cry A small sweetmeat to the eyes of night
O dandelion be thou thine Reflecting the sun in sexual glory In every-changing tongues The every-changing story
The book, man, bird, woman, serpent, sea, sun Blessed O blessed are they of the air Your eyes are the eyes Of the glad land Ye twelve that will enter the seasons
The great ship, the ship of the world Long time sailing Mariners, mariners, gather your skills
Jesus and Hitler and Richard the Lion Heart Three kings and Moses and Queen Cleopatra The Cobbler, the maiden The mender and the maker The sickener and the twitcher And the glad undertaker The shepherd of willows The harper and the archer All sat down in one boat together Troubled voyage in calm weather
Olhos Nos Olhos Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
Quando você me deixou, meu bem Me disse pra ser feliz e passar bem Quis morrer de ciúme, quase enlouqueci Mas depois, como era de costume, obedeci
Quando você me quiser rever Já vai me encontrar refeita, pode crer Olhos no olhos, quero ver o que você faz Ao sentir que sem você passo bem demais
E que venho até remoçando Me pego cantando Sem mais nem porquê E tantas águas rolaram Quantos homens me amaram Bem mais e melhor que você
Quando talvez precisar de mim 'Ce sabe a casa é sempre sua, venha sim Olhos nos olhos, quero ver o que você diz Quero ver como suporta me ver tão feliz
May You Never Be Alone Composer(s): Hank Williams Originally performed by: Hank Williams Covered by various other artists
Like a bird that's lost in maiden flight I'm alone and oh so blue tonight Like a piece of driftwood on the sea May you never be alone like me
I believed the lies you told to me When you whispered dear, I'll worship thee Now here I am all alone and blue All because I love no one but you
I have left my friends, I left my home When you promised to be mine alone Now you're gone our love could never be May you never be alone like me
In the bible,God's own words do say For every wrong some day you'll have to pay I'll pray the Lord to set me free May you never be alone like me
Goodbye Little Darling
Goodbye little darling we're parting Parting don't always mean goodbye Although we have to part, you're always in my heart Goodbye little darling goodbye
Goodbye little darling, I'll miss you Miss you like the stars would miss the sky I hate to see you go, I'm going to miss you so Good bye little darling, goodbye
Goodbye little darling, I love you I'll love you till the day I die Will you dream a dream of me, wherever you may be Goodbye little darling, goodbye
Quando eu voltar pra você Eu vou voltar inteiro Quando eu chegar Com o meu olhar matreiro
Quando eu tocar a campainha Me aninha Estou certo que você é minha rainha Eu tenho andado tão triste Feito lixo ao sol Pode dizer que não quer Mas você vai ser de novo minha mulher
É que eu sou tão diferente Daquele que te maltratou Você vai ver, você vai gostar
Olha a lua lá no céu Magrinha, turca Olha o ar, olha o mar, olha as estrelas Nada disso tem importância
A natureza é uma coisa Tão sem importância Contra a tua natureza
Ode To Billie Joe French Title: Marie-Jeanne Composer(s): Bobbie Gentry Originally performed by: Bobbie Gentry
Covered by various other artists
It was the third of June another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet" And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge" "Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
'n' Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas "Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please" "There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow" 'n' Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
'n' Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night? "I'll have another piece-a apple pie, you know it don't seem right" "I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge" "And now ya tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
'n' Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?" "I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite" "That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today" "Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way" "He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge" "And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe 'n' Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
May You Never Composer(s): John Martyn Performer(s): John Martyn and various other artists
May you never lay your head down without a hand to hold May you never make your bed out in the cold
Just like a great strong brother of mine, you know that I love you true You never talk dirty behind my back and I know that there's those that do Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind Love is a lesson to learn in our time Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind for me
You're just like a good close sister to me and you know that I love you true You hold no blade to stab me in my back and I know that there's those that do Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind Love is a lesson to learn in our time Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind for me
May you never lose your temper if you get hit in a bar-room fight May you never lose your woman overnight
Olga Pulloffski, The Beautiful Spy Composer(s): Lee; Weston Performer(s): Len Bermon; Henry Hall
(Voice announcing arriving guests)
Colonel and Mrs Mango-Chutney Major Curry of the 19th Member Force Their Highnesses the Raja and Ranee of Mesomethuselum Mademoiselle Olga Pulloffski
(Voice in alarm) By Gad, get onto the War Office at once; it's Olga Pulloffski!
(Music begins)
The scene is a miltitary ballroom The gallant and fair are the dancers But who's the brunette Who with eyes black as jet Fascinates all the guards and the lancers?
She's Olga Pullofski, the beautiful spy The gay continental rapscallion Some say that she's Russian And some say she's French But her accent is gin and Italian
Shame on you, shame on you Oh fie fie! (pronounced in a way that rhymes with "Oh high high") Olga Pulloffski, you beautiful spy
She's waltzes around with the general And while on the floor they go whirling She robs the old sport Of the plans of the fort And she'll sell them for ten million sterling
Olga Pullofski, the beautiful spy Will soon make him know what disgrace is She'll leave him with only His top boots and spurs And his pair of red, white and blue braces
Shame on you, shame on you Oh fie fie! Olga Pulloffski, you beautiful spy
(Bell chimes once) (Voice announcing the time in ringing tones) Twelve o'clock and all's well
(Voice echoing the other voice) Twelve o'clock and alls weeeeeellll!!
The secrets of our Tower of London She sold to some great foreign power It was not Anne Boleyn Who at midnight was seen Walking round in the Adjective Tower
T'was Olga Pulloffski, the beautiful spy The beefeater she bribed with kisses Would willingly've given her all the crown jewels But he'd lent them that night to the missus
Shame on you, shame on you Oh fie fie! Olga Pulloffski, you beautiful spy.
At last she was caught and courts-martialled The Colonel said, "We hate to hurt you" "Of course it's all rot" "But you've got to be shot" And she powdered her nose and said, "Good show!"
She's Olga Pulloffski, the beautiful spy. The firing squad tenderly kissed her Then the Captain said, "Fire!" When the smoke cleared away They hollered, "Hooray! We've missed her!"
She is too young and too fair to die Olga Pulloffski, the beautiful spy
(music finishes up and then stops) Shame on you, shame on you Oh fie fie! (music starts again) Olga Pulloffski, you beautiful spy
Oleo De Mujer Con Sombrero Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; and various other artists
Una mujer se ha perdido conocer el delirio y el polvo se ha perdido esta bella locura su breve cintura debajo de mí Se ha perdido mi forma de amar se ha perdido mi huella en su mar
Veo una luz que vacila y promete dejarnos a oscuras Veo un perro ladrando a la luna con otra figura que recuerda a mí Veo más: veo que no me halló Veo más: veo que se perdió
Una mujer innombrable huye como una gaviota y yo rápido seco mis botas blasfemo una nota y apago el reloj Que me tenga cuidado el amor que le puedo cantar su canción
La cobardía es asunto de los hombres, no de los amantes Los amores cobardes no llegan a amores ni a historias, se quedan allí Ni el recuerdo los puede salvar ni el mejor orador conjugar
Una mujer con sombrero como un cuadro del viejo Chagall corrompiéndome al centro del miedo y yo, que no soy bueno, me puse a llorar Pero entonces lloraba por mí y ahora lloro por verla morir
May The Bird Of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose Composer(s): Neal Merritt Little Jimmy Dickens and various other artists
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet Took a penny from my pocket In his tin cup I did drop it I heard him say as I made my retreat
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose" "May an elephant caress you with his toes" "May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose" "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
The laundry man is really on his toes Found a hundred-dollar bill among my clothes When he called me I came a-runnin' Gave him back his dime for phonin' I heard him sayin' as I turned to go
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose" "May an elephant caress you with his toes" "May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose" "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
I was way behind one day to catch the train Taxi driver said "We'll make it just the same" The speed cop made it with us And as he wrote out the ticket I stood by politely a-waitin' for my change
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose" "May an elephant caress you with his toes" "May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose" "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
Olê Olá Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
Não chore ainda não Que eu tenho um violão E nós vamos cantar Felicidade aqui Pode passar e ouvir E se ela for de samba Há de querer ficar
Seu padre toca o sino Que é pra todo mundo saber Que a noite é criança Que o samba é menino Que a dor é tão velha Que pode morrer Olê olê olê olá Tem samba de sobra Quem sabe sambar Que entre na roda Que mostre o gingado Mas muito cuidado Não vale chorar
Não chore ainda não Que eu tenho uma razão Pra você não chorar Amiga me perdoa Se eu insisto à toa Mas a vida é boa Para quem cantar
Meu pinho, toca forte, Que é pra todo mundo acordar Não fale da vida Nem fale da morte Tem dó da menina Não deixa chorar Olê olê olê olá Tem samba de sobra Quem sabe sambar Que entre na roda Que mostre o gingado Mas muito cuidado Não vale chorar
Não chore ainda não Que eu tenho a impressão Que o samba vem aí E um samba tão imenso Que eu ás vezes penso Que o próprio tempo Vai parar pra ouvir
Luar, espere um pouco Que é pro meu samba poder chegar Eu sei que o violão Está fraco, está rouco Mas a minha voz Não cansou de chamar Olê olê olê olá Tem samba de sobra Ninguém quer sambar Não há mais quem cante Nem há lugar mais lugar O sol chegou antes Do samba chegar Quem passa nem liga Já vai trabalhar E você, minha amiga Já pode chorar
May Kway O May Kway (aka Rose, Rose, I Love You) Title In Pinyin Chinese: Meigui Meigui Wo Ai Ni Composer(s): Chen Gexin; Wilfrid Thomas; Chris Langdon Performer(s): Petula Clark and various other artists ((Originally performed by: Yáo Lì (Miss Hue Lee))
Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart What is your future? now we have to part Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay
Make way, oh, make way for my Eastern Rose Men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes In her rickshaw on the street or in a cabaret "Please make way for Rose" you can hear them say
All my life I shall remember Oriental music and you in my arms Perfumed flowers in your tresses Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms
Rose, Rose I love you with your almond eyes Fragrant and slender 'neath tropical skies I must cross the seas again and never see you more 'way back to my home on a distant shore
(All my life I shall remember) (Oriental music and you in my arms) (Perfumed flowers in your tresses) (Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms)
Rose, Rose I leave you, my ship is in the bay Kiss me farewell now, there's nothin' to say East is East and West is West, our worlds are far apart I must leave you now but I leave my heart
Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart What is your future?, now we have to part Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay
Ole Man Trouble Composer(s): Otis Redding Performer(s): Otis Redding; Blues Explosion
Old man trouble, just leave me alone Go find you someone else to pick on I live my life in doubt, you see now Ooh old man trouble Please stay away from me Oh my
Ooh yeah Yeah
Oh I look like I'm down in my luck Please send faith to help pick me up I've lived this way so many years Ole man trouble
Please wash away all my fears Help me
Sometimes Sometimes I get - I get a little worried Ole man trouble Please, please
Stay away from me Ole man trouble, ole man trouble Stay away, stay away You're nothing but trouble Stay away, stay away Please, stay away
May I Whisper In Your Ear Performer(s): Jimi Hendrix
May I whisper in your ear From my heart so you'll clearly hear... There are people so dear... They're like children... Naked in a cold world... Beautiful children In an old world...
May I take you away From the evils of today To the dreams of tomorrow You know that heaven... Has no sorrow. You know that heaven... Has no tomorrow.
Hear the sound of the magic drums... Hearts are beating for the sun... Sending evil on the run... Now watch the wind...
Look over yonder... Here comes some news... Coming down like lightning... Straight for me and you. People of destruction Your time is out of date... People who's living crooked Better start getting straight
I've been through some changes A whole lot of re-arranges... Been through some ups and downs And whole lot of turn arounds I been on the shelf and even killed myself... 1,000 times ago and maybe 1,000 Times more
She said she comes from ice land... I told her I was from the west She took me to the snow capped mountains... And then she put me through the test... We walked across the glacier The horses stayed behind... And as we laid between the Frozen vallies we kissed For the very first time And now we're stuck together
It was too long ago But it seems like...years ago... Since I felt the warm hello of the sun Lately things seem a little colder... The wind, it seems to get a little bolder
Forget of my name Remember it only as a hand shake Introduction to my belief which is god Ride instead the waves of my interpreture Music, sound Hynotic if you choose But truth and life Regardless of your questionable timid compromises Which I intend to erase Which I will erase without hint of reward As I am only a messenger And you a sheep in process of evolution Almost at death with yourself And on the staircase of birth Soon you may almost forget the smell of your family...
