Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Taste Of India Composer(s): Glen Ballard - Joe Perry - Stephen Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done Yeah, she's got that kind of love incense That lives in her back room And when it mixes with the funk my friend It turns into perfume When you are born You're afraid of the darkness Then you're afraid of the light But I'm not afraid When I dance with my shadow This time I'm gonna get it right To think of what I'll get tonight Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face Her Yin and Yang Is just the thing She's unpredictable my friend God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done It's like your first taste, love, of vindaloo That sets your heart on fire And if you let her stuff get into you It will be all that you desire When you make love to A sweet tantric priestess You drink in the bliss of delight But I'm not afraid When I dance with her shadow This time I'm gonna get it right She's gonna wake my appetite Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face She a friend of mine She a concubine The sweetest wine I gotta make her mine God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done Just think of what I'll get tonight She's gonna wake my appetite Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face Yow, yow...
Music To Watch Girls By Composer(s): Sid Ramin; Tony Velona Performer(s): Andy Williams and various other artists
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town Up and down and over and across, romance is boss
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back That makes the world go 'round "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back That makes the world go 'round "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh They're making music to watch girls by
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow and we can stay all day!
Chorus: We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
See the elephant with the long trunk swingin' Great big ears and a long trunk swingin' Snuffin' up peanuts with a long trunk swingin' And we can stay all day!
Chorus
See all the monkeys they're scritch-scritch scratchin' jumpin' around and scritch-scritch scratchin' Hangin' by the long-tail (huff huff huff) And we can stay all day!
Chorus
There's a big black bear he's a huff-puff-a-puffin' His coat's too heavy he's a huff-puff-a-puffin' Don't get too near the huff-puff-a-puffin' Or you won't stay all day!
Chorus
Well the seals in the pool all honk-honk-honkin' Catchin' the fish and honk-honk-honkin' Little tiny seals all honk-honk-honkin' And we can stay all day!
Chorus
Well we stayed all day and I'm gettin' sleepy Sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy Home already gettin' sleep sleep sleepy 'Cause we have stayed all day
We been to the zoo zoo zoo So have you you you You came too too too We been to the zoo zoo zoo
Mummy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow! Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow! Mommy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow And we can stay all day!
T'as perdu ton temps Follement, bêtement À chercher le grand amour T'en as fait ton deuil Où sont tes vingt ans Tes printemps triomphants Ils sont enfuis pour toujours Près de ton orgueil Les hommes à tes pieds Venaient jeter Leur coeur et leur fortune Mais tu restais glacée Pauvre insensée Il te fallait la lune T'as perdu ton temps Et pourtant conviens-en Tu as eu plus d'occasions Que n'importe qui À tous tes galants Espérant coeur battant Si tu n'as jamais dit non Tu n'as pas dit oui Et le temps a passé Ils se sont tous lassés En amour c'est donnant donnant T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps En rêvant d'un romain Qui n'a jamais existé Qu'on fond de tes nuits Et seule à présent Tu vis en regrettant L'ambition démesurée Qui ruina ta vie Mais pour connaître un jour Ce grand amour Qui fut ton problème Il te fallait livrer Abandonner Le meilleur de toi même T'as perdu ton temps C'est navrant mais pourtant Tu ne peux en vérité Que t'en prendre à toi Égoïstement Calmement, froidement Tu as cru tout diriger À présent tu vois Les années t'ont roulée T'ont privée de passé Et toi irrémédiablement T'as perdu ton temps
T'as perdu ton temps À chercher le grand amour Où sont tes vingt ans? Ils sont enfuis pour toujours T'as perdu ton temps À chercher le grand amour
Music Time Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung Performer(s): Styx
I like music The rhythm really gets to me I can't control it My feet move automatically And I like hot licks The kind I wish that I could play And when I hear them I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
I like strangers Their kindness means a lot to me They don't ask questions Don't care about my history And I like fast girls I don't know what's come over me They make me do things I would not ordinarily
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it Do it, do it, do it to me Want it, need it, love it Can't get enough of it Try it do it Go ahead and go for it All the way
And I like daydreams I've had enough reality My job is boring I'm overworked and underpaid I like TV It stirs up all my fantasies Girls in tight jeans Acting so outrageously
Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loud All the way
Hear it, feel it, like it Do it, do it, do it to me Want it, need it, love it Can't get enough of it Try it do it Go ahead and go for it All the way
Turn it loose, loose I like big things The size of them impresses me Just give me plenty Forget about the quality And I like fast food The burgers always taste the same The snotty waiters Ask highball or boubiley
Going To The River Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew Performer(s): Fats Domino; and various other artists
I'm going to the river Gonna go overboard and drown I'm going to the river Gonna jump overboard and drown Because the gal I love She just has left this town
When she left me I bowed my head and cried When she left me I bowed my head and cried I never thought I would be I would be the one to cry
Jungle life You're far away from nothing It's all right You won't miss home
Take a chance Leave everything behind you Come and join me Won't be sorry It's easy to survive
Jungle life We're living in the open All alone like Tarzan Boy
Hide and seek We play along while rushing cross the forest Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Chance tonight Oh Yeah Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Night to night You won't play Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other Chance tonight Oh Yeah Night to night Night to night Gimme the other, gimme the other
Music Must Change Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poisons derange
The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life But the street fighter swallows the knife Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?
The music must change It's gets higher and higher Smouldering like leaves in the sun Then it bursts into fire Its rhythm grows strong It's so new and so strange Like bells in the clouds, then again The music must change
But is this song so different? Am I doing it all again? It may have been done before But then music's an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange
The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change
Going To A Go-Go Composer(s): Warren "Pete" Moore; Smokey Robinson; Bobby Rogers; Marvin Tarplin Performer(s): Smokey Robinson & The Miracles; and various other artists
(Goin' to a go-go, goin' to a go-go) Na na na na yeah heh Well there's a brand new place I found Where people go from miles around They come from everywhere and if you drop in there You might see everyone in town (Goin' to a go-go) everybody's (Goin' to a go-go) come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now It doesn't matter where you are A go-go can be found You'll see the people from your block and don't be shocked If you see your favorite star, now (Goin' to a go-go) everybody's (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah people, come on now
Na na na na yeah heh Tell me (don't you wanna go) Yeah, well it's all right
(Goin' to a go-go) yes I am (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on now
It doesn't matter if you don't stag It doesn't matter if you don't drag You're sure to have some fun From meetin' everyone Most every taxi that you flag is (Goin' to a go-go) oh come on baby (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now (Don't you wanna go) Yeah, one more time, yeah
(Goin' to a go-go) oo oo ee ee (Goin' to a go-go) baby come on now (Goin' to a go-go) come on baby (Goin' to a go-go) come on now
Music Makin' Mama From Memphis Composer(s): Hank Snow Performer(s): Hank Snow; R.D. Henden; Charlie Waller
Listen to a story about a gal I know She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans She's my music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night Ever'body travels from near and far To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You can hear her in the ev'nin', when the sun sinks low A-singin' and a-pickin on that old banjo You wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth Ever'body's callin' her the Queen of the South She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove Picks a big bass fiddle or yodels the blues Plays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beat A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee
You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town All the jive-jumpin' jitterbugs, they gather around They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night Ever'body travels from near and far To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
Tarotplane Composer(s): Don Van Vliet Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
Baby person told a Dixie Sue Listen to me baby I`m gonna tell it to you Gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond I say bear this in mind I say bear this in mind Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Ya done put mice in the radiator Razors in the clay Well, they keeps us working all night Don`t give us no pay Don`t give us no pay
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long... Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long black wavy mane With the long black... With the long black wavy mane
Little girl, Little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane I wanta take you for a ride in my Tarotplane For a fly, for a fly Baby person told a Dixie Sue Oh, listen to me baby I`m gonna tell it to you You ain`t too old Oh, you ain`t too old Just what you been heard - just what you been told You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Baby person told a Dixie Sue Listen to me baby Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long black wavey mane Oh listen little girl don`t you understand? Oh, you ain`t too old No you ain`t too old Well you ain`t too lold As long as you can boogie you ain`t too old Little girl, little girl Little girl, little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane You goin` flyin` You goin` flyin`
Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane
You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Music Makes Me Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Edward Eliscu; Vincent Youmans Performer(s): Fred Astaire and various other artists
In me you see a sinner And dancing is my crime It seems a sin I've gotta give in To syncopated time
It makes me lose my dignity It makes me lose my poise And some folks call it music But my folks call it noise
I like music, old or new But music makes me do the things I never should do I like music, sweet or blue But music makes me do the things I never should do
My self control was something to brag about Now it's a gag about town The things I do are never forgiven For just when I'm livin' 'em down I hear music, then I'm through For music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music old or new But music makes me......... I like music sweet or blue But music makes me.........
My self control was something But now it's a gag about town The things I do are never forgiven But just when I'm livin' 'em down I hear music then I'm through For music makes me do the things I never should do
Going My Way Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Good morning friend
it's certainly a pleasant time to walk So fresh and green and clear and bright I'm looking for some company, thought maybe we could talk Do you go left or right?
This road leads to Rainbowville Going my way? Up ahead is Bluebird Hill Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart `Round the bend you'll see a sign "Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line Going my way? The smiles you'll gather will look well on you Oh, I hope you're going my way too
This road leads to Rainbowville Going my way? Up ahead is Bluebird Hill Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart `Round the bend you'll see a sign "Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line Going my way? The smiles you'll gather will look well on you Oh, I hope you're going my way too
Vous avez appris la danse, danse Vous avez appris les pas Redonnez-moi la cadence, dence Et venez danser avec moi Ne me laissez pas la danse, danse Pas la danser comme ça Venez m'apprendre la danse, danse Et la danser avec moi
Vous savez la tarentelle, telle Qu'on la dansait autrefois Moi je vous montrerai celle, celle Que, demain, l'on dansera Si vous donnez la cadence, dence Moi je vous donne le "la" Je vous l'apprendrai là dans ce, dans ce Dans ce joli petit bois
Et si vous aimez ma danse, danse Et si vous aimez mon pas On pourra danser, je pense, pense Aussi longtemps qu'on voudra Mais ne me laissez pas là dans ce, dans ce Pas là dans cet état-là Ne pensez-vous qu'à la danse, danse Dans ce joli petit bois?
Quand le feuillage est si dense, dense Quand le soleil est si bas Que voulez-vous que l'on danse, danse Dans les jolis petits bois? Quand votre robe s'élance, lance Moi j'ai le cur en éclats Si vous perdez la cadence, dence Serrez-vous bien dans mes bras
Et s'il arrive que même, même Tout doucement, dans le bois J'aille vous dire je t'aime, t'aime Et si le bonheur était là Pour nous donner la cadence, dence Pour nous donner le "la" Et pour que tout recommence, mence À tout petits tout petits pas?
Vous avez appris la danse, danse Vous avez appris les pas Pour qu'on vous aime et je pense, pense Que je vous aime déjà C'est là que finit la danse, danse Là dans l'ombre des bois Mais notre amour qui commence, mence Jamais ne s'arrêtera
C'est là que finit la danse, danse Là dans l'ombre des bois Mais notre amour qui commence, immense Jamais ne s'arrêtera
Music Is Lethal Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; David Bowie Performer(s): Mick Ronson; Andi Sexgang
My friend myself Boredoms hero Prince of the alleys Stumble falling to a winsome table in search of wine
Mulatto hookers Cocaine bookers Troubled husbands Stolen freedoms, that only evening unfolds to shine
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure Two wet lips of infant leisure smiled Could I grasp at the stars? As they play your night blue hair
Sable eyes Ebony thighs She shines forever Dancer be, dancing free She shines for me
So a masked man should mourn The passing of night time The long metal dirge We were prisoners no more Of the near fallen angels She will shine on for me
Let the panting begin Though the music is lethal Let the night take me in You know the daybreak shall win She will shine on forever He will shine on for me
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders I drink your kisses Exquisite room, my charming tomb I see the man
With marble hands Your smooth pimp, piranha Cradles my swimming head Cracks his glass, into my face, I'm thrown away
And then I'm tossed a' bleeding out on the street And ask me, John do I have to drag you away? And I curse where I lay Have made me bow with thanks some day
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding Puncture my skin Bait and taunt For me to run, back to my rooms
Though the bad taste of sleep Clutching my pillow In anger I weep She will cry on my chest She will shine on forever She will shine on for me
Let the tempting begin Though the music is lethal Let the night take me in Though the daybreak shall win She will shine on forever She will shine on for me
Going Mobile Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who; Peter Mossman; Pete Townshend
I'm goin' home And when I wanna go home I'm goin' mobile Well, I'm gonna find a home And we'll see how it feels Goin' mobile Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb I can make it on the road Goin' mobile I can stop in any street And talk with people that we meet Goin' mobile Keep me movin'
Out in the woods Or in the city It's all the same to me When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo! beep beep!
Play the tape machine Make the toast and tea When I'm mobile Well I can lay in bed With only highway ahead When I'm mobile Keep me movin'
Keep me movin' Over 50 Keep me groovin' Just a hippie gypsy
Yesterday Dreams ((French Version: C'est Pas Facile (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981)) Composer(s): Brian Cadd First release by: Brian Cadd - 1978
Lonely summer needing rain, standing quietly going insane Said, "I love you", you never heard a word Memories that still cause pain, I lost the feeling I can't explain Still I need you, don't that seem absurd? Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams Here they are coming again, Yeah
Fading pictures in my mind, another place, another time It's the same old song, just another melody Don't ask me 'cause I don't want to say He's the reason that keeps me away I won't go through it again, but you don't even see what I mean Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams Here they are coming again
I don't want to lie awake with you at night and wonder why Looking at your hurting eyes and asking me if it's all a lie Perfect pattern of part-time love Always aware we're gonna make it above What I lost before taking us both nowhere
What you're askin' I can't give, pick up the pieces that'll let you live And don't ever look back 'cause I won't even be there Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Music Composer(s): John Miles Performer(s): John Miles
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past To live without my music Would be impossible to do In this world of troubles my music pulls me through
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past And music of the past And music of the past
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past To live without my music Would be impossible to do 'cause in this world of troubles my music pulls me through
