Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Murder Composer(s): David Gilmour Performer(s): David Gilmour
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line As if there was something that they thought they might find Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark? Was it your only way of making your mark Did you get rid of all the voices in your head? Do you now miss them and the things that they said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife And you brought it down ending another man's life When it was done you just threw down the blade While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in me It's something from which it's so hard to be free But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Going Down Slow Composer(s): James Burke Oden Performer(s): St. Louis Jimmy; and various other artists
(speaks) Man, you know I've enjoyed things that kings and queens will never have In fact, things kings and queens can't never get And they don't even know about it
And good times? mmm....
(sings) I have had my fun if I never get well no more I have had my fun if I never get well no more Whoa, my health is fadin' Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow
(speaking) Now looky here I did not say I was a millionare But I said I have spent more money than a millionare Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent I'd woulda been a millionare a long time ago And women? Well, great googly moogly
(sings) Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Tell her pray for me Forgive me for my sins
Tarara Boom De Ay Composer(s): Henry J. Sayers Performer(s): Lottie Collins
A smart and stylish girl you see Belle of good society Not too strict, but rather free Yet as right as right can be! Never forward, never bold Not too hot and not too cold But the very thing, I'm told That in your arms you'd like to hold!
I'm not extravagantly shy And when a nice young man is nigh For his heart I have a try And faint away with tearful cry! When the good young man, in haste Will support me round the waist I don't come to, while thus embraced Till of my lips he steals a taste!
I'm a timid flow'r of innocence Pa says that I have no sense I'm one eternal big expense But men say that I'm just immense! Ere my verses I conclude I'd like it known and understood Tho' free as air, I'm never rude I'm not too bad and not too good!
You should see me out with Pa Prim, and most particular The young men say "Ah, there you are!" And Pa says "That's peculiar!" "It's like their cheek!" I say, and so Off again with Pa I go He's quite satisfied--although When his back's turned--well, you know
When with swells I'm out to dine All my hunger I resign Taste the food, and sip the wine No such daintiness as mine! But when I am all alone For shortcomings I atone! No old frumps to stare like stone Chops and chicken on my own!
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown "Soon, you'll have to settle down Have to wear your wedding gown Be the strictest wife in town!" Well, it must come by-and-by When wed, to keep quiet I'll try But till then I shall not sigh I shall still go in for my
Murcia Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Plácido Domingo; Alejandro Algara; Nestor Mesta Chayres; Javier Solís
Murcia es un rosal, es un cantar rinconcito del que Dios no se olvidó Y que tiene luz, y tiene sol tiene espinitas de quejumbre para cada flor
Murcia es la rosa de España ay, ay, ay Murcia es la rosa de grana, ay, ay, ay Son las mujeres de Murcia floración de rosas en botón que clavan sus espinas porque tiene tu suelo más rosas que un mantón es un puñado de flores bajo el sol
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Going Down Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): Lou Reed
When you're in a dream and you think you've got your problems all nailed down Pieces of the scheme Seem to rattle up and to rattle down
And when you start to fall And those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're falling all around And you know you're going down for the last time
When you're in the air And you're thinking you'll drift off into the rest Your friends politely advise Hey look you're pushing too hard And perhaps you need a rest
And when you start to fall And all those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're crashing upside down And you know you're going down for the last time
Time's not what it seems it just seems longer, when you're lonely in this world Everything it seems would be brighter if your nights were spent with some girl
Yeah, you're falling all around Yeah, you're crashing upside down Oh, oh, and you know you're going down for the last time
Como Revista De Farandula Me Fue Atrapando La Tarantula Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
Con Su Mirada Tan Romantica Me Ha Hipnotizado La Tarantula Soy Preso De Sus Entrañas Encadenado A Su Telaraña Me Esta Matando La Tarantula De Pasion, De Pasion
Vivo Encerrado En Su Prision Se Ha Apoderado De Mi Corazon
Con Su Figura De Pelicula Siempre Anda En Busca De Su Victima Cuidado Si Te Descuidas Es Dulce Y Rapida Su Mordida Me Tiene Loco La Tarantula Por Su Amor, Por Su Amor
Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung And I'm gonna sing this dustpneumonia song
I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son Yes I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son You got that dustpneumony and you ain't got long not long
Now there ought to be some yodelling in this song There ought to be some yodelling in this song
but I can't yodel for the rattling in my lung
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues She loves me 'cause she's got the dustpneumonia too
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
I can't find a woman in this black old texas dust
Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong If you want to get in mama just sing a california song
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
I throwed a bucket o'dirt in her face just to bring her back again
Going Deaf For A Living Composer(s): John Watts Performer(s): Fisher-Z
No one's going push me on much further
beyond where I want to go My foolish error was to care too much I've got to keep my head down I've reached my limit and I'm way past, way past going back So why don't you leave it out? Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living
You don't know you're hurting me when all that I need is your help You don't know how you make me cry or stop to ask the reason why I'm much too proud to shave my heart around with the likes of you when you stab me with your eyes Much too proud to share my heart around with the likes of you when you stab me with your eyes....
heart heart heart My turned round My turned round My...
......going deaf for a living............going deaf for a living......
No me digas nada tengo taquicardia antes de apagarme tengo que explotar
Ya sabes te amo pero estoy guardando una dinamita en mi corazón
Necesito declararme en corto circuito me pase la vida viendo y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo na na na na na ea me pase la vida viendo y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo
No me digas nada tengo taquicardia antes de apagarme tengo que explotar
Muñequitos De Papel Composer(s): Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel Quien les puso el cascabel vino a ver, bailen bien Testaferros del poder, sin querer Cancerberos del querer sin poder Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
En la fiesta de Babel nada es fiel, nadie es fiel Quién se lleva este pastel y el mantel, y el mantel? Qué ha quedado del país? Este gris El color de subsistir no es vivir Muñequitos de papel y oropel, y oropel
En un tren fuera de riel, barco sin timonel, las promesas del ayer, leche y miel, leche y miel Si la historia ha de atenuar su traición cuántas vidas de pesar pesan hoy? Muñequitos de papel sorda piel, sorda piel
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel Cuando se largue a llover quién los va a guarecer? Testaferros del poder, sin querer Cancerberos del querer sin poder Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
Going Back West Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff Performer(s): Jimmy Cliff; Boney M.
I was born and raised in the ghetto Talk with me and you'll know I wasn't satisfied, with living on the side I started looking around, for a possibility
Listen to my story, of what became of me
I met a businessman Who said he had some friends back east So why don't you come along Well we can help you at least We'll make you into a big star By playing your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat to see
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Struggling for recognition, identity and respect I got a lot of promises They told me not to fret So we will stand by you If the going gets rough But when I started thinking They didn't even bluff
'bout a year has come and gone And left me standing here Thinking how it could have been For still I ain't nowhere They surely took me for a ride Trampled on my pride But I hold my head up high Got no more tears to cry
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night
Tapioca Tundra Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Performer(s): The Monkees; R. Stevie Moore
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme Lose themselves in other times And waiting hopes cast cast silent spells That speak in clouded clues It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Careful plays on fields That seems to vanish when they're in between And softly as I walk away In freshly tattered shoe It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time the faded dream Is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Well, Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time the faded dream Is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Going Back To Georgia Composer(s): Brian Claflin; Adam Duritz; Nanci Griffith Performer(s): Nanci Griffith; Bill & Bonnie Hearne
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind And I'm coming around from years of hard times He's chased me down through the towns and the miles Once stilled by love he was bound to roll on by
Chorus
And if you feel my love won't leave you And if your sorrow has been your share If you are traveling back to Georgia (oo ooo back to Georgia) Won't you take me with you there Well I'm long gone darlin', lonesome blue I been thinking of leavin', I been thinkin' o you But that big city singin' man, I like the way that it shines I was half a mile from Canada waitin' on a train Wonderin' and wishin' I could disappear again I been killed by love still it takes me to the end of the line
Chorus:
And if you feel my love won't leave you And if your sorrow has been your share If you are traveling back to Georgia (oo ooo back to Georgia) Won't you take me with you there Well, I been troubled by a love untrue He's a fool who'll drown in his fountain of youth I can see that now as I'm walkin' and talkin' with you Well, I been blinded by the sun, washed in the rain Scattered in America, I'm scatterin' again But if you're goin' south darlin, I guess I'm travelin' with you
Chorus
Chorus
Take me with you ... Oh .... won't you take me home
Tapestry Composer(s): Carole King First release by: Carole King - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view A wonderous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know just what he was there for, or where he ought to go Once he reached for something, golden hanging from a tree and his hand came down empty...
Soon within my tapestry along the rugged road he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared a figure gray and ghostly beneath the flowing beard in times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black now my tapestry's unraveling, he's come to take me back He's come to take me back
Muñeca De Cera
(Adapted from: Poupée De Cire, Poupée De Son - 1965)
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Karina - 1965
Titles In Other Languages:
1965 - A Lonely Singing Doll
1965 - Boneca De Cera, Boneca De Pano
1965 - Lille Dukke
Soy tan sólo una muñeca que no sabe de amor El corazón pongo en mi canción (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Soy de seda, soy de trapo, pero no de salón Mi vida es dulce como un bombón (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
En mis discos pueden ver mi corazón tal como es Y mi voz se puede oír en todas partes a la vez
Todas las demás muñecas ríen alrededor Eso es que bailan con mi canción (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Esas mismas que se mueven por un sí, por un no Esas que juegan con el amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Lalalalala lalalala lalala lalalala
En mis discos pueden ver mi corazón tal como es Y mi voz se puede oír en todas partes a la vez
Me pregunto cada instante por qué canto al amor Si todavía mi corazón ninguna vez se enamoró
Soy tan sólo una muñeca que no sabe de amor Con los cabellos igual que el sol (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Pero algún día sabré de amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son) Pero algún día sabré de amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Going Back Composer(s): Barkam; Adams Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Do you remember when we had such fun Playing all those happy games in the sun We didn't have too much to think about All our problems had a way of working out
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Skipping through the park and holding hands We were building castles in the sand Everything was rosy way back then Oh, come on, let's make it happen again
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Tap Turns On The Water Composer(s): J. Cameron - Alexis Korner Performer(s): CCS
Peak through the bathroom door Did you ever - did you ever See a sister in the raw? Did you ever - did you ever Swear you could booze all night? Did you ever - did you ever Sweatin' hard and you turn in white? Did you ever - did you ever They're wrong so you're cutting out Did you ever - did you ever Back to the window and they were gone out Yes you did - you only did
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Everything's behind you, everything's become Come and ride a river, come and find the sun
Now's the time to get up and do it Don't blame it to the right When there's so much to be done Now's the time to forget that you flew it Left time to do it right 'Cause the jubelee has come
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow...
Muñeca Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo; K.C. Porter; M. Spiro Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Eras la luz de mis ojos, mi muñeca de cristal eras, mujer, como una flor, que no se deja cortar Y ahora que vuelvo a encontrarte, tu mirada se endureció y aquella piel que tanto amé, la droga te la quemó Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das! Fuíste mi sueño imposible, lo que nunca logré tocar y en cambio hoy, el cuerpo aquél, lo vendes para volar Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das! Hubiera dado hasta mi vida ayer por ser tu sombra o tu perro fiel te quise amar, pero ya ves la droga es tu gran amor Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das!
