Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mean Talking Blues Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain All I scatter is aches and pains I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace If I ever done a good deed -- I'm sorry of it
I'm mean in the East, mean in the West Mean to the people that I like the best I go around a-causin' lot of accidents And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean...
I ride around on the subway trains Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side I laugh my loudest when other people cry Can't help it -- I was born good, I guess Just like you or anybody else --- But then I... just turned off mean
I hate ev'rybody don't think like me And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free Rather see you starved to death Than see you at work And I'm readin' all the books I can To learn how to hurt Daily Misery -- spread diseases Keep you without no vote Keep you without no union
Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice And the roaches, and the turnamights And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs And the grub worms, and the stingarees And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth The ticks and the blow-flies These is all of my little angels That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness And mosquiters...
Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail And I growed horns... And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you I hated union ever'where 'Cause God likes unions And I hate God!
Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen Then get the colors to fightin' one another And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother That'll be just it Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets That'll just suit me fine 'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union And I hate ever'thing that's organized And I hate ever'thing that's planned And I love to hate and I hate to love! I'm mean, I'm just mean...
On The South Sea Isle Composer(s): Harry Von Tilzer
Down upon the south sea island Where I long to be, it's my land Oriental breezes fan the air, there On the beach of old Whi Woola You can see the hula hula Pretty maidens dancing everywhere, so fair In the night time, that's the right time All the world's in tune Oriental, sentimental, dusky lovers croon
Humm, humm, humm, humm Sweet melodies fill the air Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere Just humm, humm, humm, humm You'll hear them singing while you're there Ukaleles strumming too They'll play so soft for you While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with Humm, humm, humm, humm It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
In this dreamy land of pleasure There are memories I treasure Moonlight strolls along the silv'ry sand, and Loving eyes that seem to haunt me Lips that used to laugh and taunt me List'ning to the oriental band, so grand Birds a-cooing, lovere wooing As they stroll along Tropic moonlight, dreamy spoonlight Just a world of song
Humm, humm, humm, humm Sweet melodies fill the air Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere Just humm, humm, humm, humm You'll hear them singing while you're there Ukaleles strumming too They'll play so soft for you While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with Humm, humm, humm, humm It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
Mean Old World Composer(s): Little Walter Originally performed by: Little Walter Covered by various other artists
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go
On The Road Again Composer(s): Willie Nelson Performer(s): Willie Nelson
Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way Is on is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again
Mean Old Frisco Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup Performer(s): Eric Clapton
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away, Lord, and blow back out on me
Well my mama, she done told me, and my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa told me too A woman that gets in your face, Lord she ain't no friend for you
Well I'm goin' away now baby, and I won't be back until fall Goin' away, baby. Lord, I won't be back till fall If I don't come back by then, Lord, I won't be back at all
Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe Gonna take my gal away, Lord, and blow back out on me
On The Road Again Composer(s): Floyd Jones; Alan Wilson Performer(s): Canned Heat
Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again I ain't got no woman Just to call my special friend You know the first time I traveled hard Out in the rain and snow In the rain and snow You know the first time I traveled hard Out in the rain and snow In the rain and snow I didn't have no payroll Not even no place to go And my dear mother left me When I was quite young When I was quite young And my dear mother left me When I was quite young When I was quite young She said "Lord, have mercy On my wicked son" Take a hint from me, mama Please don't you cry no more Don't you cry no more Take a hint from me, mama Please don't you cry no more Don't you cry no more 'Cause it's soon one morning Down the road I'm going But I aint going down That long old lonesome road All by myself But I aint going down That long old lonesome road All by myself I can't carry you, Baby Gonna carry somebody else
On The Road Again Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Well, I woke up in the morning There's frogs inside my socks Your mama, she's a-hidin' Inside the icebox Your daddy walks in wearin' A Napoleon Bonaparte mask Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey I get a face full of claws I ask who's in the fireplace And you tell me Santa Claus The milkman comes in He's wearing a derby hat Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I asked for something to eat I'm hungry as a hog So I get brown rice, seaweed And a dirty hot dog I've got a hole Where my stomach disappeared Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Your grandpa's cane It turns into a sword Your grandma prays to pictures That are pasted on a board Everything inside my pockets Your uncle steals Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen They're enough to make me cry The mailman comes in Even he's gotta take a side Even the butler He's got something to prove Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, how come you don't move?
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues Composer(s): Ernest Tubb Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale? Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale? Well if you never did you never in a real jail
These bugs are divin me crazy I dont know what to do These bugs are divin me crazy I dont know what to do I could turn my bed over but theyre all over side too
Theres a boy in here with me with 99 years to go Theres a boy in here with me with 99 years to go Boy these dog gone bud bugs will get fed up on him I know
This here old jailer sure is a mean old man This old jailer sure is a mean old man All he bring me is beans in my little old bent up can
Just like a little old dogs can
Got a letter from my baby she didnt have much to say I got a letter from my Mama she didnt have much to say She said son dont let them bed bugs whittle my Daddy away
Well Ill soon be leavin and Ill be so glad to go Ill soon be leavin and Ill be so glad to go Cause these dog gone bed bugs done got me beat I know
Mean Old Bed Bug Blues Composer(s): Leo Wood Performer(s): Bessie Smith
Gals, bed bugs sure is evil, they don't mean me no good Yeah, bed bug sure is evil, they don't mean me no good Thinks he's a woodpecker and I'm a chunk of wood
When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep When some is holding my hand, others eating my feet
Bed bug as big as a jackass1, will bite you and stand and grin Bed bug as big as a jackass, will bite you and stand and grin Will drink all the bed bur for them turn around and bite you again
Something moan in the corner, I went over and see Something moan in the corner, I went over and see It was the bed bug a prayin', Lord, gimme some more cheese
On The Radio Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder; Donna Summer Performer(s): Donna Summer; and various other artists
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio And they told the world just how you felt It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat They never said your name But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too If by chance you heard it for yourself I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you But they said it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa oh oh oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
Now, now Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song Things are not the same since we broke up last June The only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still And that you think you'll be comin' home real soon Whoa, oh, yeah, yeah And it made me feel proud when I heard you say You couldn't find the words to say it yourself And now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel 'Cause they said it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio
Played in shorter version: If you think that love isn't found on the radio Well tune right in you made find the love you lost 'Cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago It sounded really loud They said it really loud On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
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Played in longer version: Sendin' in a letter to tell them that I love you, too If you hear it, maybe you will know When you hear them read the line about love's return on the radio You'll think about the two of us and you'll come home Whoa, oh, oh, If you knew just how I'd felt why'd you make me wait? Life goes on and on while you play with my heart Don't hold on any longer 'cause now I know how you really feel 'Cause I heard it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
Now If you think that love isn't found on the radio Then tune right in you made find the love you lost 'Cause now I'm sittin here with the man I sent away long ago It sounded really loud They said it really loud On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
Mean Mr. Mustard Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Originally performed by: The Beatles Covered by various other artists
Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park shaves in the dark, tries to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy him some clothes Keeps a ten bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop she never stops, she's a go getter Takes him out to look at the Queen Only place that he's ever been Always shouts out something obscene Such a dirty old man Dirty old man
Mama Tried Composer(s): Merle Haggard First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin' And a young'uns dream of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild My Mama seemed to know what lay in store Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin' Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried Dear old Daddy rest his soul left my Ma a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right but I refused I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Oh Death (aka "Death And A Lady: Echoes Of A Mortal Conversation" or "Conversations With Death") (Traditional) Performer(s): Dock Boggs and various other artists
What is this that I can see With icy hands taking hold on me I am death and none can excel I'll open the doors to heaven or hell Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year? Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year Oh, death, someone would pray Couldnt you call some other day God's children prayed The preacher's preached The time of mercy is out of your reach I'll fix your feet so you can't walk I'll lock your jaws so you can't talk Close your eyes so you can 't see This very hour come go with me Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold To drop the flesh oft of the frame The earth and worms both have a claim Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year? Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year My mother come to my bed Place a cold towel upon my head My head is warm, my feet is cold Death is moving upon my soul Oh, death, how you treating me Close my eyes so I can't see You hurt my body You make me cold You're ruling my life right out of my soul Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year? Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year Oh, death, please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand The old, the young, the rich or poor Are all alike with me, you know No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year? Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year
Mean Mama Blues Composer(s): Ernest Tubb Performer(s): Ernest Tubb; Doc Watson
Theres lots of mean women on almost any street Lord Theres lots of mean women on almost any street But Ive got the meanest Mama that ever walked on two feet
That gal is so low down I often wonder why Lord shes so low down I often wonder why That she keeps on livin I guess shes to mean to die
Now you triflin women always say you love your man Lord you triflin women always say you love your man And when he goes out the front door the back door lets a new man in (Ah maybe two of them)
(Ah pick it out there Smitty)
Now theres two things in this world I dont understand Lord theres two things in this world that I dont understand One of thems a woman the other ones a man
Im gonna buy me a pistol Ill think Ill get a 44 Gonna buy me a pistol Ill think Ill get a 44 And when I get through shootin that girl wont step no more
On The Other Side Of Midnight Performer(s): Johnny Logan
How long have you had this feeling Never see a brighter side Always standing in the shadows Rapped up tightly in your pride
How long have you need a healing Some lost Island where you can hide Too many questions and no answers So many rivers that youve cried
On the other side of midnight Where only broken dreams come true On the other side theres daylight And you know that Ill be there waiting for you
How long must you keep believing Loves lost promises come true Lay awake and count the reasons Nothing never leads to you
Dark clouds rising on the heartland Dreams keep slipping so far away A helpless heart can never understand Tomorrow is just another day
On the other side of midnight Where only broken dreams come true On the other side theres daylight And you know that Ill be there waiting for you
Now beneath the smile thats fading You tell your self you say goodbye (you say goodbye) Still the fire inside keeps burning on Through the tears of one more lie
On the other side of midnight Where only broken dreams come true On the other side theres daylight And you know that Ill be there waiting for you
On the other side of midnight Where only broken dreams come true On the other side theres daylight And you know that Ill be there waiting for you
Mean Green Mother From Outer Space Composer(s): Alan Menken; Howard Ashman
Better wait a minute Ya better hold the phone Ya better mind your manners Better change your tone
Don't you threaten me son You got a lot of gall We gonna do things my way Or we won't do things at all
Ya don't know what you're messin' with You got no idea Ya don't know what you're lookin' at When you're lookin' here
Ya don't know what you're up against No, no way, no how You don't know what you're messin' with But I'm gonna tell you now!
Get this straight! I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and I'm bad I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and it looks like you been had I'm just a mean green mother from outer space So get off my back, 'n get out my face 'Cause I'm mean and green And I am bad
Wanna save your skin boy? You wanna save your hide? You wanna see tomorrow? (Ha-Ha!) You better step aside Better take a tip boy Want some good advice? Ya better take it easy 'Cause you're walkin' on thin ice
Ya don't know what you're dealin' with No, you never did Ya don't know what you're lookin' at But that's tough titty, kid!
The Lion don't sleep tonight And if you pull his tail, he roars Ya say, "That ain't fair?" Ya say, "That ain't nice?" Ya know what I say? "Up yours!"
Watch me now! I'm just a mean green mother from outer space And I'm bad I'm just a mean green mother, a real disgrace And you've got me violent and mad I'm just a mean green mother from outer space Gonna trash your ass! Gonna rock this place! I'm mean and green And I am bad
Don't talk to me about old King-Kong You think he's the worst? Well, you're thinkin' wrong Don't talk to me about Frankenstein He got a temper? -Ha!- He ain't got mine
You know I don't come from no black lagoon I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon You can keep the thing Keep the it Keep the creature, they don't mean shit!
I got garden style, major moves I got the stuff, and I think that proves You better move it out! Nature calls! You got the point? I'm gonna bust your balls!
Here it comes! I'm just a mean green mother from outer space And I'm bad I'm just a mean green mother from outer space A real hard case You can't beat this trouble, man I'm just a mean green mother from outer space So just give it up It's all over, ace I'm mean and green (Mean green mother from outer space) I'm mean and green (Mean green mother from outer space) I'm mean and green (Mean green mother from outer space) And I...am...bad!
On The Isle Of May Composer(s): Mack David; André Kostelanetz Performer(s): Connee Boswell; and various other artists
We strolled along through the heather And it was June, June on the Isle of May Your lips were sweet as the heather Love was in bloom There, on the Isle of May
Close in your arms heaven opened its doors Then like a fool I sailed away But our love will bring us together When it is June, June on the Isle of May
Close in your arms heaven opened its doors Then like a fool I sailed away But our love will bring us together When it is June, June on the Isle of May
Meagan's Gyspy eyes The lyres surround me purple drops of rain the sun shone around me
Death that clouds her life will be forever Thee Is loved yet cannot love, not never
Mystic thoughts of love And her's completely taught her how to run though not discreetly
Meagan's not as old As she'd like to think she's young sophisitcated dreams are as plastic as the songs she has sung likes to think she's hung up on herself and aren't you lucky?
Meagan's Gypsy eyes The lyres surround me purple drops of rain The sun shone 'round me
