Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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(Take Me Back To My) Boots And Saddle Composer(s): Teddy Powell - Walter Samuels - Leonard Whitcup Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Take me back to my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Let me see that gen'ral store Let me ride that range once more Give me my boots and saddle Let me ramble along the prairie Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ropin' steers on old "Bar X" With my buddies, Slim and Tex Give me my boots and saddle Got a hankerin' to be with a banjo on my knee Strummin' a pretty western tune There's a gal in Cherokee And she's waitin' there for me Waitin' beneath a Texas moon So take me back to my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Let me greet each blazin' morn On the ranch where I was born Give me my boots and saddle Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Mother's Bible Composer(s): Don Reno Performer(s): Crowe Brothers and various other artists
There's a book that Mother left me That grows sweeter every day I have often read the pages Since my Mother passed away When but just a baby boy I would sit upon her knee Mother looked just like an angel When she read this book to me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear With the covers worn and old Mother's bible, much more sweeter Worth much more to me than gold And she told me, yes she told me Just before she went to sleep If I read it and believed it Jesus then my soul would keep
Now my Mother's gone to heaven And sometimes I feel so sad Then I go get Mother's bible That she left for me and Dad Through the years there may be changes But one change there'll never be It's that old and faded bible That my Mother left for me
Mother's bible, oh, how dear With the covers worn and old Mother's bible, much more sweeter Worth much more to me than gold And she told me, yes she told me Just before she went to sleep If I read it and believed it Jesus then my soul would keep
Gitans Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Quand t'es parti gitan Tu as laissé seulement Une voiture en morceaux T'as pris tes chaises de bambou Ta guitare de rien du tout T'as mis le vent sous ta peau T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux T'as mis des pierres sur le feu Les femmes aux longs cheveux Ont tout lavé dans des seaux Séché la linge sur les buissons Rentré les gosses dans les camions Sur les paniers de roseaux Et caressé les oiseaux, caressé les oiseaux Où allais-tu? À part les flaques de boue Et quelques traces de roues Tu n'as rien voulu laisser T'as mis ta fierté gitane Aux rideaux des caravanes Comme des drapeaux pliés T'as caressé les oiseaux, t'as caressé les oiseaux Où allais-tu? J'ai peur des lumières des villes Des grandes maisons immobiles Des jardins bâtis tout autour J'ai peur qu'on emmène d'office Au bout du fusil des milices Les enfants de notre amour Ils traitent nos filles de voleuses Du fond de leurs maisons peureuses Pleines de chiens de combat Ils attachent leurs volailles Ils surveillent leurs ferrailles On ne se ressemble pas... Y a des panneaux depuis Emplacement interdit Comme s'il y avait eu la peste T'as plus qu'à chercher ailleurs Des gens qui auront moins peur En espérant qu'il en reste Et caresser les oiseaux! Et caresser les oiseaux!
Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland Composer(s): Morrison Performer(s): Cavan OConnor
Theres a spot called dear old Ireland that is always calling me An exile from my native land so far across the sea And every time I see a vessel waiting in the bay I feel I want to go aboard, and then I want to say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal When I get home no more Ill roam to any foreign strand Heres my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Sure its many years since I have seen that land so dear to me The scenes of happy childhood treasured in my memory The longing in my heart is growing stronger day by day To be once more on Irish soil, and that is why I say
Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal When I get home no more Ill roam to any foreign strand Heres my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland
Mother's A Redneck Too Composer(s): John Evans Performer(s): Roger Creager
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother a redneck at best I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I'm a redneck mother I must concede I wear a red and blue hat it reads "Lonestar Feed" I raised a cross bred chicken it goes "Quakity-cluck" I got a kicker bumper sticker on the back of my truck I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
I'm a redneck mother I must reply I built a beer can fence nearly 10 foot high Yonder on my front porch, it's my guard dog Blue He's a Mississippi leg hound with some legging to do I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon There's only one thing that will set me back and that's a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac
John why don't we head down to New Orleans? Could we try to find a bowl of them rice and red beans? Before we hit the road could you explain what this means? Sing it for me one more time
Hey I'm a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I'm a redneck mother, a redneck at best I'm a redneck mother and my mother's a redneck too
Oh Lord you're a redneck mother and your mother's a redneck too
Gitanos En Caravana Composer(s): Quintero; León; Gordillo Performer(s): Raphael
Gitanos por la carretera Que fatigan tienen que pena me dan Errantes sin saber si quiera Ni de donde vienen ni pa donde van
Gitanos en caravana Gitano muerto de sed Ni piedad samaritana Ni pozo donde beber
Cantando por el mundo entero Con la voz morena del rey faraon Lunares, bronces y panderos Y un rosal de pena en el corazon
Ojos de tiniebla, piel aceitunada Cintura delgada de palma y jazmin Cruzan como sombras ya de madrugada Por una vereda que no tiene fin
La luna lunera les sale al encuentro Por montes y valles y orillas del mar Mientras se les clava corazon adentro Un cuchillo en copla que empieza a cantar
Mother-In-Law Composer(s): Allen Toussaint Originally performed by: Ernie K-Doe Covered by various other artists
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law The worst person I know Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She worries me so Mother-in-law, mother-in-law If she leave us alone We would have a happy home Sent from down below Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Sin should be her name Mother-in-law, mother-in-law To me they are about the same Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Everytime I open my mouth Then she tries to put me out How could she stoop so low Mother-in-law, mother-in-law Mother-in-law, mother-in-law I come home with my pay Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She ask me what I made Mother-in-law, mother-in-law She thinks her advice is a constitution If she would leave that should be the solution And don't come back no more My mother-in-law, mother-in-law..
Gitano Composer(s): M. Gómez Vao; R. Lizo Performer(s): Raphael
Cuando se pone alegre el sol Sobre los campos del trigal Por el camino van los gitanos Llevando como el caracol su casa a cuestas Y al azar van los gitanos todos los dias Ellos no saben del dolor Y en cada pena hay un cantar Y a gritos dicen sus alegrias
Cuando se pone alegre el sol Sobre los campos del trigal Por el camino van los gitanos Y al pasar se oye una voz Entonando esta cancion
Gitano soy Corro el mundo y no se donde voy Gitano soy Lo que gano lo gasto o lo doy No, no se llorar Ni en la vida deseo triunfar No tengo norte, no tengo guia Para mi todo es igual
Gitane Composer(s): Maurice Robin; Charles Dumont Performer(s): Dalida
Gitane, gitane, gitane Devant le grand café aux tables ennuyées Tout c'est ensoleillé quand elle est arrivée La gitane Fille d'Esmeralda tu déroules tes bras Et tes yeux noirs défient les hommes Et leurs envies
Lorsque tes reins se cassent tes longs cheveux ramassent Le soleil en pépite et ton ventre palpite Bourgeois et va-nu-pied te regardent danser Mais les femmes voudraient bien que tu ailles plus loin Tu ris à pleine dent et continue le bal Comme un jeune animal qui ce saoul en tournant
On ne sait d'où tu viens On ne sait ou tu vas Poussez sur le chemin Comme une fleur des bois
Gitane, gitane, gitane Dans le feu de la danse lorsque le voile glisse De tes seins qui frémissent y a de drôle de silence Oh gitane Tes jambes nues piétinent les regrets qui cheminent Dans les yeux de bado qui caressent ta peau
Fini le tourbillon tu passes et fais la quête Frôlant de ton jupon Les spectateurs honnêtes "Sois généreux senor la jeunesse de mon corps Sa vaut bien un peu d'or même un peu plus encore"
Et riant aux éclats déjà sous les platanes Déjà sous les platanes Est partie la gitane
Take Me Away/Let's Love ((French & Italian Versions: Si Tu M'emportes (Charles Aznavour); Se Tu Mi Porti (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Al Kasha - Joel Hirshhorn Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Take me away to magical fountains As fresh and young and still unsung as you are now And I will swim forever there The tide of pure white water is you, beautifully new
Take me away to whispering mountains Well climb the peak until were weak, but satisfied Your Spring is just beginning now You're like a flower growing free, growing for me
Make me see your world Come love me and make me see your world Just love me and let me be your world Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me away to worlds of seclusion We'll stay afloat aboard the boat of all your dreams The coast may be a crazy one Until we find that secret shore we're searching for
Take me away in clouds of illusion Through all the burning hills and deserts of your mind Show me where all your thoughts exist And teach me what I've missed without you in my life
Make me see your world Come love me and make me see your world Just love me and let me be your world Sharing all your highs, looking through your eyes
Take me to the hills, valleys and mountain tops Your boat of dreams, the raging streams you're sailing on It doesn't matter where we go if I can hold you close today So lock the door, take me away
Mother Of Mine, I Still Have You Composer(s): Louis Silvers; Grant Clarke; Al Jolson Performer(s): Al Jolson
Mother, I'm sorry I've wandered away Breaking your heart as I did Now that I've grown up, I've come back to say Things that I felt as a kid, Dear
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me I still have you, somehow you're just the the same Mother divine, with your arms about me I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny That's when my pals all want me When things go wrong and they don't want me Mother, I still have you
Mother of mine, when friends all doubt me I still have you, somehow you're just the same Mother divine, with your arms about me I know I'm not to blame
Gee, ain't it funny, when skies are sunny That's when my pals all want me And when things go wrong and they don't want me Mother, I still have you
Gitana, Gitana Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Femme de feu, femme de flammes Couleur de sang d'un coeur ouvert Comme un poignard entrant dans l'âme Ton regard transperce la chair A peine enfant et déjà fille Et mûre avant d'être pubère Quand tu marches sous ta mantille Les hommes voient Naître avec toi Tous leurs enfers.
Fille du vent et du soleil Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses Avec une fleur à l'oreille Tu assassines l'assistance Gitana, Gitana, Gitana Et quand les machos Espagnols Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux Des talons tu frappes le sol Gitana, Gitana, Gitana Et fais l'amour Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Cheveux noirs et regard de braise Le teint mat de vivre au grand air Roulant des hanches très à l'aise Tu te fais vagues sur la mer Tes seins dansent sous ton corsage Et tout en toi devient charnel Et quand tu les frôles au passage Les hommes meurent De ton odeur De poivre et miel
Fille du vent et du soleil Lorsque tu chantes et que tu danses Avec une fleur à l'oreille Tu assassines l'assistance Gitana, Gitana, Gitana Et quand les machos Espagnols Claquant des mains rythment tes jeux Des talons tu frappes le sol Gitana, Gitana, Gitana Et fais l'amour Et fais l'amour Et fais l'amour avec les yeux
Take Me As I Am Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Why must you always try to make me over? Take me as I am or let me go White lilies never grow on stalks of clover Take me as I am or let me go You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love In the image of someone you used to know But I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go
You've tried to change me ever since you've met me Take me as I am or let me go If you can not overlook my faults, forget me Take me as I am or let me go
You are trying to reshape me in a mould, love In the image of someone you used to know But I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go
Mother You, Smother You Composer(s): Brian Holland; Lamont Dozier; Edward Holland Jr.; R. Dean Taylor Performer(s): The Supremes; Christine Schumacher
I wanna mother you, smother you with a love you've never known I wanna talk to you say sweet things to you Let you know that I'm yours alone Now, you need a lot of loving and my darlin', you need it now You've been alone for so long You've forgotten what love is all about Let me rock you in the cradle of my arms let my love protect you from all harm I'll be your shelter when you want me to I'll be your comfort when you need me to
I wanna mother you, smother you with a love that's gentle and true I wanna talk to you say sweet things to you and my love will see you through Put your head on my shoulder Put your hand, darling, in mine Just let me take you in my arms and love away the loneliness you hide And when life sometimes gets you down and you need to cry Oh, I'll be standing by your side To be your strength and be your guide
I wanna mother you, smother you Show me what love is about I wanna talk to you say sweet things to you Take away all of your doubt
Just let me mother you, smother you with a love you've never known I wanna talk to you say sweet things to you Let me know that I'm yours alone
Ooh, mother you, smother you with a love you've never known I wanna talk to you say sweet things to you Let me know that I'm yours alone
Giros existe un cielo y un estado de coma cambiar en torno de persona a persona giros dar media vuelta y ver que pasa allá afuera no todo el mundo tiene primavera
Flaco donde estas? estoy imaginándome otro lugar estoy juntando información estoy queriendo ser otro, otro tipo mi necesidad se va modificando con las demás así mi luna llega a vos, así yo llego a tu luna
Giros todo da vuelta como una gran pelota todo da vueltas casi ni se nota giros fotografía de distintos lugares fotográficamente tan distantes
Suena un bandoñon, parece el de otro tipo pero soy yo que sigo caminando igual silbando un tango oxidado
Take Me Around Again Composer(s): Ed. Rose - Kerry Mills
Said Sammie to Annie, "close up the pianie, let's go thro' the park for a stroll" But Annie told Sammie "You're off your nanny, that park proposition is old" Said he, "I know somewhere There's nothing but fun there It's Coney, we went there before" Then Annie grab'd Sammie, said "That will be dandy, I'm dying to go there once more"
Said Sammie, "I'm going, we've seen all worth showing" but Annie just clung to his arm "I've spent all my money So don't be a dummy, and act like you just left the farm" But Annie just pouted "Get tickets," they shouted, and Sam look'd at Annie and sigh'd "My bank roll's a quarter, and if it gets shorter We'll have to walk back" he replied
"Take me all around again, 'round again, 'round again What's the odds how much we spend Pa's rich and Ma don't care Let's go down the chutes again, off again, on again Refuse me, you'll lose me Come on and amuse me And take me around again
Mother Of Violence Composer(s): Jill Gabriel; Peter Gabriel Performer(s): Peter Gabriel
Walking the street with her naked feet So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat Snapping her heels, clicking her toes Everybody knows just where she goes
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence Making me tense to watch the way she breed Fear, she's the mother of Violence You know self-defense is all you need It's getting hard to breathe It's getting so hard to believe To believe in anything at all
Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot Data stored on a microdot Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes TV dinner, TV news
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed Fear, she's the mother of Violence Making me tense to watch the way she feed The only way you know she's there Is the subtle flavor in the air Getting hard to breathe Getting hard to believe in anything at all But Fear
