Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Taxi Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It was raining hard in 'Frisco I needed one more fare to make my night A lady up ahead waved to flag me down She got in at the light
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain She just looked out the window, and said "Sixteen Parkside Lane"
Something about her was familiar I could swear I'd seen her face before But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken" And she didn't say anything more
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror And she glanced at the license for my name A smile seemed to come to her slowly It was a sad smile, just the same And she said, "How are you Harry?" I said, "How are you Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you"
It was somewhere in a fairy tale I used to take her home in my car We learned about love in the back of the Dodge The lesson hadn't gone too far You see, she was gonna be an actress And I was gonna learn to fly She took off to find the footlights And I took off to find the sky
Oh, I've got something inside me To drive a princess blind There's a wild man, wizard He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind Oh, I've got something inside me Not what my life's about Cause I've been letting my outside tide me Over 'till my time, runs out
Baby's so high that she's skying Yes she's flying, afraid to fall I'll tell you why baby's crying Cause she's dying, aren't we all
There was not much more for us to talk about Whatever we had once was gone So I turned my cab into the driveway Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns And she said we must get together But I knew it'd never be arranged And she handed me twenty dollars For a two fifty fare, she said "Harry, keep the change" Well another man might have been angry And another man might have been hurt But another man never would have let her go... I stashed the bill in my shirt
And she walked away in silence It's strange, how you never know But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for Such a long, long time ago
You see, she was gonna be an actress And I was gonna learn to fly She took off to find the footlights And I took off for the sky And here, she's acting happy Inside her handsome home And me, I'm flying in my taxi Taking tips, and getting stoned I go flying so high, when I'm stoned
Golden Vanity Dutch Title: Noordzee Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers; Peter Yarrow Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary
There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
Then up spoke our cabinboy and boldly out spoke he And he said to our captain "What will you give to me If I swim along the side of the Spanish enemy And I sink her in the lowland sea?"
"Oh I will give you silver and I will give you gold And my own fair daughter your bonny bride shall be If you'll swim along the side of the Spanish enemy And you'll sink her in the lowland, lowland, lowland Sink her in the lowland sea
Then the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he And he swam to the side of the Spanish enemy With his brace and auger in her side he bored holes three And sank he her in the lowland sea
Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew But the captain would not heed him, his promise he did rue And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue And left him in the lowland,lowland, lowland Left him in the lowland sea
Then the boy he turned round and he swam to the port side And up to his messmates full bitterly he cried "O messmates, draw me up, for I'm drifting with the tide And I'm sinking in the lowland, lowland, lowland Sinking in the lowland sea"
Then his messmates drew him up, but on the deck he died And they stitched him in a hammock which was so fair and white And they low'red him overboard, and he drifted with the tide And he sank into the lowland, lowland, lowland Sank into the lowland sea
There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
Tavistock Goosey Fair Composer(s): C. John Tryhall
'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare
Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows And then it started raining and blowing in our face So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay
And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that night An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains" Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"
Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking great big stone 'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
People let me tell you that the time In your life, when you find who you are That's the golden time of day
And then in your mind you will find You're upright, shining star That's the golden time of day
When you feel deep inside All the love you're looking for Don't it make you feel okay
That's like the time of the day When the sun's going down That's the golden time of day Ooh-oooh, that's the golden time of day Oh-ooh-hah-ooh-aah-aahhh, that's the golden time of day
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Ooh, shine children, shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Let your lovelight shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Feel it, feel it (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Oh, shining, to believe in love (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Look above and give your heart, yeah, yeah (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Yeah, if you believe in love, shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Shine, shine your love, shine your love, shine your love (Shining, can't you see it shining)
Tausend Wunder ((Swedish Version: Jag Skall Göra Allt (Agnetha Fälskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fälskog - Ben Juris Performer(s): Agnetha Fälskog
Daß die Nebel steigen in den Bergen Daß die Wolken immer weiterziehen Es muß so sein und keiner hält sie auf
Daß die Blumen blühen auf den Wiesen Daß die Sonne abends untergeht Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Daß es Liebe gibt hier auf der Erde Daß du Freunde hast die dich verstehen Daß du Träume hast die in Erfüllung gehen
Daß du traurig warst und wieder glücklich bist Und voll Hoffnung in die Zukunft siehst Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Mutual Admiration Society Composer(s): Matt Dubey; Harold Karr Performer(s): Jaye P. Morgan and various other artists
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I think he's handsome and he's smart I thinks that she's a work of art I say that he's the greatest man And likewise I'm her biggest fan I say her kisses are like wine His kiss is just is good as mine And that's the way we pass the time of day My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I say now you're the sweetest one I say, no you're the sweetest one She claims that I'm a natural wit He says it's just the opposite The only fighting that we do is Just who loves who more than who And we go on like that from night til dawn My baby and me Oh, we belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
Now I do not exaggerate I think she's nothing short of great I say that kind of flattery Will get you any place with me The way we carry on it tends To just embarass all our friends And that is how we'll still be years from now My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me
Golden Ring Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy Performer(s): Tammy Wynette; and various other artists
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says: "Honey that's for you "It's not much, but it's the best "That I can do"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding chapel Later on that afternoon An old upright piano Plays that old familiar tune Tears roll down her cheeks And happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers low "With this ring, I thee wed"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a small two room apartment As they fought their final round He says: "You won't admit it "But I know you're leavin' town" She says: "One thing's for certain "I don't love you any more" And throws down the ring As she walks out the door
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display
Golden Ribbons Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina Performer(s): Loggins & Messina
Listen to the people crying Hoping for the day they'll be free I dont have to tell you we're (they're) dieing Just wake up, take a look, what do You see? I see young men my own age in coffins And mothers in tears for their sons* And sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbons those fortunes of war Thousands and thousands Shall gather together To seek and find the Way we all need And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together Hallelujah and rid ourselves of the pain we all see We see young men our own age in coffins And Mothers in tears for their sons And Sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbons those fortunes of war What does it to avail a man To gain fortune And lose his soul?
Weißt du schon, was man fühlt wenn da jemand auf dich ziehlt? Und man ahnt schon irgendwie wenn er dich trifft, hast du verspielt Weißt du auch wie das ist wenn da jemand auf dich schießt? Na, das sind vielleicht Momente die man nicht so schnell vergißt
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Er schießt kreuz, er schießt quer hat er keine Pfeile mehr nimmt er einfach seinen Bogen und wirft ihn noch hinterher Er visiert jeden an und man weiß nicht einmal wann Er schafft's immer, daß am Ende man noch happy enden kann
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Vor dem Trick sei hier nochmals gewarnt manchmal steht er als Denkmal getarnt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile sind die Garantie dafür daß ihr alle so verliebt seit, so verliebt genau wie wir 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Mutiny In The Nursery Composer(s): Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Paul Whiteman and various other artists
There's mutiny in the nursery There's mutiny in the nursery Mother Goose is on the loose Her kids are swingin' out
There's mutiny in the nursery And music in the nursery Mother Goose is on the loose You ought to hear them shout
If you could see miss Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones If you could see miss Jenny Jones you'd find her swinging lightly And lately Mary won't get up, she won't get up, she won't get up She stays out too late nightly
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow Oats, peas, beans and barley grow You and I and everyone knows how Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow How they do it, I don't know But if you hand me my horn I promise I won't blow no corn
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep but she knows just where to find them For they all stand around the bend waggin' their tails behind them
One little, two little, three little jittterbugs Four little, five little, six little jittterbugs Seven little, eight little, nine little jittterbugs Ten little jitterbug boys Ten, nine, eight little jitterbugs Seven, six, five little jitterbugs Four, three, two little jitterbugs One little jitterbug girl
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny Swing out, kids, swing out
There was mutiny in the nursery when they all got loose They began to yell for old Mother Goose
Get on down, all together Get on down, take a gander Get on down, struck on home Don't miss the jamboree
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny... In the nursery!
Golden Opportunity Composer(s): Kenny Lee Lewis; Gary Mallaber Performer(s): Steve Miller Band
Watching the hands strike midnight Reading the writing on the wall Just in time to chase your dream You got a chance to make it You got a chance to take it all Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n Slippin', slide'n Wastin' time You been there before
Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity
You got a hometown sweetheart She's got love that won't stop She's so satisfied to be right by your side And if you both believe it You know you can achieve it all Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n Slippin', slide'n Wastin' time I've been there before
Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity
Napoleon y su tremendamente emperatriz Los Shocklender, Noy y sus ojos y un animal que esta aprendiendo a sangrar beben mas y pasaran al cuarto de salida
Maldición lo que perdemos lo volvemos a amar Rita Baila en Rosario Norte y los muchacho quieren verla bailar para que salir de aquí si tengo mi par de ligas y el mundo se esfuma y este amor no es de verdad siguen comiendo la luna los hombres de Alcatraz tatuaje falso
Mustapha Dupont Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Mustapha Dupont Il est né entre Constantine Et Joinville-Le-Pont Dupont Mustapha C'est un bon Français Comme toi et moi
Mohamed Durand Il a vu le jour entre Fez Et Clermont-Ferrand Durand Mohamed Français cent pour cent De A... à Z...
Abdou Mamadou Son père est tombé en '44 En plein mois d'août Mamadou Abdou il est bien d'chez nous Comme toi, comme nous
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais Un Rital un peu polonais C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu Indigo, violet
Mustapha Dupont Quand il allait à la commune de Bécon Il disait comm' ça, Mes ancêtres s'appelaient les Gaulois
Abdou Mamadou Diplômé des universités D'un peu partout Mamadou Abdou de notre Ambassade de Moscou
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais Un Rital un peu polonais C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu Indigo, violet
Et moi au milieu Qui ne sais pas très bien Où sont enterrés mes aïeux Et moi au milieu Mon sang est-il rouge Ou blanc ou bleu P' t' êt' les trois, Mustapha
Tatuagem Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem Que é pra te dar coragem Pra seguir viagem Quando a noite vem E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava Que você pega, esfrega, nega Mas não lava
Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina Que logo se alucina Salta e te ilumina Quando a noite vem E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta Morta de cansaço
Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas coisas Que te retalha em postas Mas no fundo gostas Quando a noite vem Quer ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo Em carne viva
Corações de mãe Arpões, sereias e serpentes Que te rabiscam o corpo todo Mas não sentes
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane Wat kunnen jou goud en juwelen schelen? In de Sahara kun je spelen met kamelen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Hele kisten vijgen heb ik in depot Alles kan je krijgen, alles geef ik je cadeau Als je maar van mij wilt houen, en terzijnertijd wilt trouwen Gaan we een oase bouwen, en een Arabiertje brouwen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Wat moet je in dit kouwe kikkerland? In de Sahara heb je enkel zon en zand Wat moet je in zo'n zebrapadenstad? Wij hebben echte zebra's en geen paden, schat
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane Hier is een ring, een dure, dus bewaar hem In 't laatje links van de penantkast, in de harem
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
En wil je uit, dan zeg je "lieve man, Kom doe je tulband en je beste kaftan aan" Dan nemen wij de vroege karavaan En komen 's avonds laat bij onze buren aan
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane 'k Heb 16 vrouwen thuis, da's aardig veel ja Maar jij wordt 17de, jij wordt hun akela
Dat zegt mijn vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja 't Is best een nette en correcte vent Maar vriend, hij heeft geen centje temperament
Golden Feather Composer(s): Robbie Robertson Performer(s): Robbie Robertson; Luka Bloom; Michel Montecrossa
I think I'm going back to Shenandoah she said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road I jump start my old Ford I'm heading for the pow-wow follow red path that leads to you
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
Should I paint my face should I pierce my skin does this make me a pagan sweating out my sins we ate the sacred mushroom and waded in the water howling like coyotes at the naked moon
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
In the autumn night when there's no wind blowin' I could hear the stars falling in the dark when you find what's worth keeping with a breath of kindness blow the rest away
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
