Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ballad Of The Blue Cyclone Composer(s): Glen Sutton Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, you've heard of Samson and Hercules They both brought a lot of folks to their knees And throughout history their legends have grown and grown Then there was Tarzan and Superman and Captain Marvel with the cool Shazam But there weren't even any that compare to the Blue Cyclone
In a little bar one Wedensday night, me and ole Bill was about half tight Comparin' Dolly Pardon to Lana Turner and Liz When Bill winked at me and downed his beer and said "Hoss, there ain't nothin' happenin' here!" "Let's go to the rasslin' matches where the action is!"
Well, I'd never seen the matches before and when we reached the arena door The crowd was already backed up out in the street And people were pushin' and shovin' like cattle Just gettin' in line was a heck of a battle We had to fight like hell but we finally got ring side seats
Then we bought a progam as we passed though the door Went section D, seats three and four And about that time the announcer stepped in the ring He said, "Tonight's the greatest card ever been signed We got a tag team match that'll blow yer mind!" And they lowered the lights and the crowd began to scream
He introduced the Spider from parts unknown with his trusty partner, the Blue Cyclone They were takin' on a team that never had been beat Well, the ref checked 'em over the rules were explained And somebody hollered, "The Spider's got a chain!" And in come the Vulture with his manager, Sneaky Pete
Then they rang the bell and all hell broke loose My legs were shakin' like a rubber goose 'Cause I'd never seen anything like this, not even in the war! Cyclone put the Vulture in an airplane spin Then he body slammed him then he did it again And I swear I didn't see how that cat could take much more
Then a little old lady right next to me Why, if she was a day, she was eighty-three But she raised more sin than any man I've ever seen She screamed and cussed in the Cyclone's face Till they carried her away like a basket case Then the po-lice came and formed a circle around the ring
Then on the second row up jumped a man I could see a pocket knife in his hand He hollered, "Let me in there and I'll mop up the floor!" His wife reached up and grabbed his sleeve And I saw him breath a sigh of releif And then he sat down and he never did say no more
It was right about there in the thick of things That my buddy, Bill threw a chair in the ring And that's when I knew that we'd better head for the door 'Cause I saw that Cyclone lookin' at us and he rubbed his head and started to cuss And I knew if he caught us he'd break Bill's neck for sure
Well, where we'd parked wasn't that far and Bill ran so fast he beat me to the car And locked the doors and wasn't 'bout to let nobody in And I turned around and Cyclone was there and he said "Hey, punk! You forgot yer chair!" And by the look in his eyes I knew that this was the end
Then he jumped up real high in the air and both feet caught me with a flyin' mare And I saw stars when I hit that hard concrete It broke both of my arms and three of my ribs, it's the closet thing I've come to bein' killed That's the last thing I remember before he put me to sleep!
Put that sleeper on me... You know, I oughtta slam Bill! Heh! Lockin' the car doors like that! Left me out there to fight the Cyclone by myself... Heh! I ain't a rassler! I'll tell you one thing... Cyclone was lucky I was drinkin'! Soon as I get well... He's had it! I'll get him if it's the last thing I ever do...
Caminos Diferentes Composer(s): Alfredo Gil Performer(s): Javier Solís
Nos confiamos tantas cosas nos hablamos dulcemente y entre besos y más besos nos amamos tiernamente Fueron tantas confidencias remembranzas del pasado y con lágrimas clavamos del amor nuestro pecado
Hemos tomado caminos diferentes uno del otro a Dios le pido con fervor olvidarte poco a poco Nos miramos con tristeza, suspiramos hondamente y sin decirnos adiós nos dijimos hasta siempre
Hemos tomado caminos diferentes uno del otro a Dios le pido con fervor olvidarte poco a poco Nos miramos con tristeza, suspiramos hondamente y sin decirnos adiós nos dijimos hasta siempre
Faro-La, Faro-Li (Song Of The New Wine) Composer(s): Curt Siodmak; Hans J. Salter Performer(s): Adia Kuznetzoff; Judy Kaye And The Scarlettes
Come one and all and sing a song Faro-la, faro-li! For life is short, but death is long Faro-la, faro-li! There'll be no music in the tomb So sing with joy and down with gloom Tonight the new wine is in bloom Faro-la, faro-li!
Tonight we toast our happy host Faro-la, faro-li! For he's the man we love the most Faro-la, faro-li! He's barrel-chested, dipper-lipped For drinking wine, he's well-equipped But where's his chest? It must have slipped Faro-la, faro-li!
If Franzec never drank at all Faro-la, faro-li! He might not care for alchohol Faro-la, faro-li! But since he drinks them by the score He loves his bottles more and more He even likes them on the floor Faro-la, faro-li!
Now here's a pair of newly-weds Faro-la, faro-li! With love and kisses in their heads Faro-la, faro-li! Tonight theres only he and she Just one and two, as you can see But very soon they may be three Faro-la, faro-li!
The wine tonight is nobly blessed Faro-la, faro-li! By such a lady and her guest Faro-la, faro-li! To them a toast, come drink with me That they may ever happy be And may they live eternally Faro-la, faro-li!
The Ballad Of Paladin Composer(s): Sam Rolfe - Johnny Western - Richard Boone Performer(s): Johnny Western and multiple other artists
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home
Have gun, will travel reads the card of a man A knight without armour in a savage land His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home
He travels on to wherever he must A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin Of the man with the gun, of the man called Paladin
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home Far from home Far from home
Camino Del Indio
Composer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
Performer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
and multiple other artists
Caminito del indio sendero coya sembrao de piedras caminito del indio que junta el valle con las estrellas Caminito que anduvo de sur a norte mi raza vieja antes que en la montaña la Pachamama se ensombreciera
Cantando en el cerro llorando en el río se agranda en la noche la pena del indio El sol y la luna y este canto mío besaron tus piedras camino del indio
En la noche serrana llora la quena su honda nostalgia y el caminito sabe cuál es la chola que el indio llama
Se levanta en el cerro la voz doliente de la baguala y el camino lamenta ser el culpable de la distancia
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson Composer(s): Robin Gibb Performer(s): Robin Gibb
Now it is dawn and a new day is born But with a trail of despair The new day was shining but many had gone Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won
He sat by a table and cried in his rum
The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside All that looked at him could barely decide He passed for one day so to sleep in that night And early that morning he died
Ballad Of Muk Tuk Annie Composer(s): Wilf Carter - John Klenner Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Yeah, let me tell you the story about Muk-Tuk Annie Who came South to go to school With a see-through blouse and sealskin mini Old Annie sure looked cool She blew into Montreal in the early fall Like nothin' they'd ever seen With long black hair and reindeer underwear She weighed about two-sixteen She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay People, doncha know now what I mean She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she told her teacher that she wanted to dance Said she wanted to study ballet But she was four-foot-six with her mukluks off And I heard her teacher say "Now I ain't sayin' Annie that you can't dance No, I wouldn't wanna tell you that But I got a form here signed in triplicate Says you gotta learn to drive a cab" She says, "I don't wanna learn to cook or sew Build boats or drive no cab 'Cause I came South to sing and dance And groovy shit like that 'Cause I was Miss Baffin Island Beauty Queen For nineteen-seventy-four And I spent a whole weekend in Grise Fiord With the boys beatin' down the door She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay People, doncha know now what I mean She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she said, "Thank you for your trouble, Sir But I'll make it on my own And the word spread through the North like wildfire "Big Annie's comin' home" She got off o' the plane with a record player Ballet slippers on her toes And she opened up a little groovy club Where ev'rybody comes and goes She got Old Stompin' Tom on the record player And she serves good booze and grub And the folks around Baffin Island Figure it's better'n any old Playboy club You can drink tea, beer and anti-freeze Till you fall right off o' your feet And there's seal flippers and potato chips When you feel like somethin' to eat She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay People, doncha know now what I mean She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she packs that joint almost ev'ry night An' folks come from miles around And ev'ry night about ten o'clock All the houselights are turned way down And suddenly she's on the stage Wearin' that toothless grin Short fat Annie, the Goddess o' Love And she's gonna do her Dance of Sin Well she jumps and shouts, and huffs and puffs And does a little bump and grind And all she's wearin' is them ptarmigan feathers Scotch-taped to her behind
Well she made about a hundred grand last year Which wasn't too bad at all And decided to take a little holiday So she flew down to Montreal It seems she ran into her teacher there You know, the one that she met before And she gave him a job tendin' the bar And takin' tickets at her Nightclub door She come a long, long way from Frobisher Bay People, doncha know now what I mean She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Farewell Angelina
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Joan Baez - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)
Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go
There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave
The jacks and the queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarassed And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is errupting I must go where it's quiet
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan Composer(s): Shel Silverstein First release by: Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town As she lay there 'neath the covers Dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange And the room went spinning 'round
At the age of thirty-seven She realized she'd never ride Through Paris in a sports car With the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing As she sat there, softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband is off to work And the kids are off to school And there were, oh, so many ways For her to spend the day She could clean the house for hours Or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady streets Screaming all the way!
At the age of thirty-seven She realized she'd never ride Through Paris in a sports car With the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing As she sat there, softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized In her daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently on The eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top, where she climbed When all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtsied to the man Who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car That waited past the crowd
At the age of thirty-seven She knew she'd found forever As she rolled along through Paris With the warm wind in her hair
Farewell To Tarwathie (Traditional) Performer(s): Judy Collins; and various other artists
Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu, Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid ye farewell I'm bound out for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale
Adieu to my comrades For a while we must pairt And likewise the dear lass Wha fair won my hairt The cold ice of Greenland My love will not chill And the longer my absence More loving she'll feel
Our ship is weel rigged And she's ready to sail Our crew they are anxious To follow the whale Where the icebergs do float And the stormy winds blaw Where the land and the ocean Are covered wi' snaw
The cold coast of Greenland Is barren and bare No seed-time or harvest Is ever known there And the birds here sing sweetly On mountain and dale But there isna a birdie To sing to the whale
There is no habitation For a man to live there And the king of that country Is the fierce Greenland bear And there'll be no temptation To tarry long there Wi' our ship bumper full we Will homeward repair
The Ballad Of John And Yoko ((Portuguese Version: A Balada De John E Yoko (The Fevers) - 1969)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Standing in the dock at Southampton, trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said you've got to go back You know they didn't even give us a chance Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane into Paris, honeymooning down by the Seine Peter Brown call to say, you can make it O.K. You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton, talking in our beds for a week The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed I said we're only trying to get us some peace Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Saving up your money for a rainy day, giving all your clothes to charity Last night the wife said, oh boy when you're dead You don't take nothing with you but your soul, Think!
Made a lightning trip to Vienna, eating chocolate cake in a bag The newspapers said, she's gone to his head They look just like to Gurus in drag Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Caught the early plane back to London, fifty acorns tied in a sack The men from the press, said we wish you success It's good to have the both of you back Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be The way things are going , they're going to crucify me
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Farewell To Bayside Performer(s): Saved By The Bell cast members
It seems like only yesterday we started But soon we'll put away our books and pens We'll go on with our lives, once we have parted But how can we say farewell to our friends
The double dates, the parties and the dances Planning for a future until three The football games, the mags, and the romances Soon Bayside will be just a memory (Memory)
Our four years here have all become unraveled And so our high school story finally ends (It finally ends) But years from now no matter where we travel We'll all look back and think about our friends We'll all look back and think about our friends
The Ballad Of Jesse James (aka Jesse James) Composer(s): Billy Gashade - Traditional Performer(s): Woody Guthrie and multiple other artists
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man He robbed the Danville train He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor He'd a hand, a heart, and a brain
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He couldn't see a brother suffer pain And with his brother Frank he robbed the Springfield bank And he stopped the Glendale train
Poor Jesse had a wife, a lady all her life And three children, they were so brave But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward And I wonder how he feels For he slept in Jesse's bed and he ate o' Jesse's bread But he laid Jesse James in his grave
It was with his brother Frank that he robbed the Gallatin Bank An' carried the money from the town It was at that very place that they had a little chase For they shot ol' Captain Sheets to the ground
Poor Jesse had a wife to morn for his life And three children, they were so brave But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
They went to a crossing, not very far from there And there they did the same For the agent on his knees delivered up the keys To the outlaws, Frank an' Jesse James
It was on a Wednesday night, not a star was in sight When they robbed the Glendale train Those people, they did say for many miles away It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life And three children, they were so brave But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
Then on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home Just talking with his family brave When Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night And laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now, the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he came to die It was one of his own gang called little Robert Ford An' he shot Jesse James on the sly
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life And three children, they were so brave But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
Jesse went to his rest with his hand upon his breast And there are many who never saw his face He was born one day in the County of Clay And he came from a solitary race
This song was made by Billy Gashade As soon as the news did arrive He said there's no one man with the law in his hand Could ever take ol' Jesse James alive
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn his life An' his children too, they were brave But that dirty little coward shot Mr. Howard An' laid Jesse James in his grave
Oh, they laid poor Jesse in his grave, yes, Lord They laid Jesse James in his grave Oh, he took from the rich and he gave to the poor But, they laid Jesse James in his grave
Caminito Soleado
Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Alfredo Le Pera
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel; Los Panchos; Lito Quiroga
Claro caminito criollo florido y soleado con pañuelo bordado vos me viste pasar mientras los pastos amigos que saben mi anhelo como un dulce consuelo su verde saludo me hacían llegar
Cruzando montes y valles con alas venía mi pobre carreta con sus cargas de esperanzas las ruedas hacían al viento gambetas y cuando ya atravesaba la hondura del vado de lenta corriente una congoja naciente detuvo su impulso parando su andar porque en aquel arroyito a veces sus ojos se saben mirar
Y cuando vi su casita de puro celoso me sobró el pampero para contarle chismoso que traigo en mi apero mil prendas de amor para su pelo un cinta que llevo escondida de lindo color para sus labios mi antojo y para sus ojos un claro cristal y pa' su blanca garganta el criollo que canta tiene este cantar
Claro caminito criollo florido y soleado con pañuelo bordado vos me viste pasar mientras los pastos amigos que saben mi anhelo como un dulce consuelo su verde saludo me hacían llegar
Farewell To Arms Composer(s): Keith Emerson; Greg Lake Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer
In this our life on earth Another dawn we face Is this the moment of truth For the whole human race Is that the last man down Is that the last life laid to waste We must find in our hearts Each and every dream we've misplaced Before heaven cries tears On the mountains we climb
Chorus Farewell to arms Rest in peace May the reign of freedom be released Farewell to arms We just can't walk away We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
So when the cold winds bite And when the mad dogs speak However dark is your night Just keep turning your cheek 'Cause when the last shot's fired It is then the world will be free And still we are asking Just how long it will be Though we're blown by the crosswinds We stand like a tree
Chorus
Down this road we've wandered for so many years With every step we take We can tear down all frontiers, make no mistake
The Ballad Of Jed Clampett Composer(s): Paul Henning Performer(s): Jerry Scroggins with Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs and multiple other artists
Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a man name Jed Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed An' then one day he was shootin' at some food An' up through the ground come a-bubblin' crude
Oil that is! Black Gold! Texas Tea!
Well, the first thing you know, ol' Jed's a millionaire Kin folk said, "Jed move away from there" Said "California is the place y'oughta to be" So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
Hills that is! Swimmin' pools! Movie stars!
Ol' Jed bought a mansion, Lawdy, it was swank Next door neighbour was pres'dent of the bank Folks objected, but the banker found no fault 'Cause ol' Jed's millions was a layin' in the vault
Cash that is! Capital gains! Depletion money!
Well, now it's time to say good bye to Jed and all his kin An' they would like t'thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in You're all invited back again to this locality To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality
Hillbilly that is! Set a spell! Take your shoes off!
Caminhos Cruzados
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Newton Mendonça
First release by: Silvia Telles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Cuando um coracao que esta cansado de sofrer
Encontra um coracao tambem cansado de sofrer
E tempo de se pensar
Que o amor pode de repente chegar
Cuando existe alguem que tem saudade de alguem
E esse outro alguem nao entender
Deixe esse novo amor chegar
Mesmo que depois seja imprescindivel chorar
Que tolo fui eu que em vao tentei raciocinar
Nas coisas do amor que ningem pode explicar
Ven nois dois, vamos tentar
So um novo amor
Pode a saudade apagar
