Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Key Composer(s): Chris de Burgh Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
Each time that I hold you, your eyes fill with fear You can't lose control now, the price is too dear But love, I have heard you crying in the dark And the tears on your pillow came bleeding, weeping from your heart
Oh sinner, you're losing all that you had Your day is in peaces, your night has gone mad And love cannot touch you, the search has no end And the one you've forgotten was really your only friend...
Then your soul flies to Heaven You reach out for me But the door will not open You've thrown away the key No the door will not open You've thrown away the key...
Oh stranger beware the life that you lead Is filled with the warnings you can or will not read Your castle has fallen, it lies in the sand I heard your voice calling, I thought I felt the brush of your hand...
Oh gambler remember the love that you lend Will never come back for the game has no ending The smiler is calling, you turn for the deal And the aces keep falling with every spin of the wheel
Then you gather your winnings You're ready to leave But the door will not open You've thrown away the key Oh there's no point in staying So don't wait to see For the door will not open You've thrown away the key...
Friends Composer(s): Jon Mark Performer(s): Mark-Almond
So good to watch my friends dreaming their lives away So good to watch my friends dreaming all through the day If I could take them with me, well, you know I would If I could show them all the things that I've seen, I wish I could
So sad to watch my friends growing older So sad to watch my friends growing colder If I could give them all some sunshine you know I would If I could take them all to Monterrey I wish I could
So sad to watch my friends as they watch me So sad to hear them talking about the things that used to be One day perhaps I will buy myself a big boat And take all my friends away Maybe one day I will buy myself an island And there with my friends you know I'll stay
So long, old buddies, I'm going away So long, old buddies, I'm leaving today But don't forget all the things that we will do And I know you'll spare a thought
The Ketchup Song Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
There was a guy from PEI they used to call Potato He met this young Leamington Ontario Tomato But he had eyes for other girls & she was a little mushy So they said well let's get wed there's no sense bein fussy
Baked sized french fries-how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
Well he went down to Windsor town to buy a ring on Monday Saturday they said OK we'll cut the cake on Sunday But Sunday came and what a shame - They had no one to fetch it Without a cake they just sat and ate - Potato chips and ketchup
Bake sized french fries how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
And so this guy from PEI they used to call Potato Got two boys and a little girl-Two spuds & one Tomato They romp and run around Leamington and boy when they get hungry The bottle drips all over the chips way down in the ketchup country. Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
But he had eyes for other girls and she was a little mushy And so they said well let's get wed there's no sense being buzzy
Baked sized french fries-how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
So dress them up with Heinz ketchup Ketchup loves potatos Ketchup loves potatos
So he went down to Windsor town to buy a ring on Monday Saturday they said o.k. we'll cut the cake on Sunday But Sunday came & what a shame they had no one to fetch it Without a cake they just sat & ate potato chips & ketchup
Baked sized french fries-how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
And so this guy from P.E.I. they used to call potato He's got to boys & a little girl Two spuds & one tomato They romp & run around Leemington And boy when they get hungry The bottle drips all over the chips Way down in ketchup country
Baked sized french fries-how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup Ketchup loves Potatoes Ketchup loves Potatoes
You took me runnin' up a wrong way street When we got there, you said, "Can't you read?" I must be blind, but now and then I see Another number where mine used to be
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
I say what's up, and then you say it's down I see triangles, and you say it's round, round, round Saw an empty glass; you said it's full Lord, it's so hot, then you come on cool, cool
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon
Friends
Composer(s): Jimmy Page - Robert Plant
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1970
Bright light almost blinding Black night still there shining I can't stop, keep on climbing Looking for what I knew-a
Had a friend, she once told me You gotta love, you ain't lonely Now she's gone and left me only Looking for what I knew
Mmm, I'm telling you now The greatest thing you ever can do now Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now It's very easy just t'
Met a man on the roadside crying Without a friend, there's no denying You're incomplete, they'll be no finding Looking for what you knew
So anytime somebody needs you Don't let them down, although it grieves you Some day you'll need someone like they do Looking for what you knew
Mmm, I'm telling you now The greatest thing you ever can do now Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now It's very easy just'a...ohh, yeah
I'm telling you now The greatest thing you ever can do now Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now It's very easy It's very easy It's very easy It's eas-easy, yeah, yeah
The Kerry Recruit (Traditional) Performer(s): The Dubliners and multiple other artists
One morning in March I was diggin' the land With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand And says I to myself, such a pity to see Such a fine strappin' lad footin' turf round Tralee
Wid me toora na nye And me toora na nye Wid me toora na noo ra na Noo ra na nya
So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade Then I went to the fair like a dashing young blade When up comes a sergeant, he asks me to list 'Arra, sergeant a gra, stick the bob in me fist'
And the first thing they gave me it was a red coat With a white strap of leather to tie round me throat They gave me a quare thing; I asked what was that And they told me it was a cockade for me hat
The next thing they gave me they called it a gun With powder and shot and a place for me thumb Well first it spat fire and then it spat smoke Lord, she gave a great leap that me shoulder near broke
Well the first place they sent me was down by the quay On board of a warship bound for the Crimea Three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheets Faith, she walked on the water without any feet
When at Balaclava we landed quite soon Both cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground Next morning for action the bugle did call And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
Well we fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann And the Russians they whaled us at the Redan In scaling the wall there myself lost me eye And a big Russian bullet she ran away with me thigh
't Was there we lay bleeding Stretched on the cold ground Both heads, legs and arms were all scattered around I thought of me mum and me cleavage were nigh Sure they'd bury me decent and raise a loud cry
Well a doctor was called And he soon stanched me blood And he gave me a fine elegant leg made of wood They gave me a medal and ten pence a day Contented with Sheelagh, I'll live on half-pay
Friends Composer(s): André Cymone; Jody Watley Performer(s): Jody Watley
Have you ever been stabbed in the back By someone you thought was really cool Did they steal your heart or was it money Or was it lies they told Strangers just disguised as your friends Never again 'cause now you know
That friends will let you down Friends won't be around When you need them most Where are your friends
Friends are hard to find Friends, yours and mine I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Smiles they hide behind Never know what's on their mind Could be true deception Jealousy and envy reign They never want to see you get ahead They just hold you back
Friends will let you down Friends won't be around When you need them most Where are your friends, oh, oh
Friends are hard to find Friends, yours and mine Im talkin' 'bout your friends
Friends are hard to find, so be careful You could find an inch or mile if I pay you But some ain't that bad, but one might back stab To get the fake tips of what one might have Bite the hand that feeds you, leave the people who need you For those who hold you back and mislead you To be a needle, dont get lead on unleaded The wrong direction, a dead ends next then Heed the detour, lifes like a seesaw The ups and downs, and I'll bet there'll be more Potholes and obstacles in our path, that's righteous At times you need a hand to fight this Way of life, straighten up, take the door to the placid And dont you act two-faced Cause jealousy and envy, and you still act friendly You could find the end and pretend to be
Friends will let you down Friends won't be around When you need them most Where are your friends, yeah
Friends are hard to find Friends, yours and mine I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Used to me kiss me, tell me you missed me But now you try to glaze me, play me and diss me Uh, wide awake, ready to break, so we argue What happened to the kisses, and, Why, how are you's, yours and mine I'm talkin' 'bout your friends
Friends will let you down Friends won't be around When you need them most Where are your friends, yeah
The Jumpin' Jive ((aka (Hep! Hep!) The Jumpin' Jive)) Composer(s): Cab Calloway - Fred Froeba - Jack Palmer First recording: Lionel Hampton & His Orch. - 1939 Covered by multiple other artists
Hep-hep! De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki! Hep-hep! Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah Hep-hep! Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive Hep-hep! Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive Hep-hep! Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive Hep-hep! Beat it out on the mellow side Boy? Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Oh, boy! Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Palomar, Shalomar, Swanee shore Let me dig that jive once more Boy! Lay it right on down to the gator Oh, boy! Lay it flat as a gator Now, can't you hear those hepcats call Yeah! Come on, boys, let's have a ball! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo Get hep, come on and follow through Then you get your steady foo You make the joint jump like the gators do The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo Get hep, come on and follow through Then you get your steady foo You make the joint jump like the gators do The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive I know you dug this mellow jive Oh, you dig it on the mellow side
Chains Of Love
Composer(s): Ahmet Ertegun - Harry Van Walls
First release by: Joe Turner and his Blues Kings - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
Chains of love Has tied my heart to you Chains of love Have made me feel so blue Well, now I'm your prisoner Tell me what you're gonna do
Are you gonna leave me Are you gonna make me cry Are you gonna love me Are you gonna make me cry These chains of blues gonna haunt me Until the day I die
Well, if you're gonna leave me Please won't you set me free Well, if you're gonna leave me Please won't you set me free I can't stay here with these chains Less'n you stay on here with me
Well, three 'o clock in the morning Baby the moon is shining bright Yeah, three 'o clock in the morning The moon is shining bright I'm just sitting here wondering
Friends
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1971
I hope the day will be a lighter highway For friends are found on every road Can you ever think of any better way For the lost and weary travellers to go Making friends for the world to see Let the people know you got what you need With a friend at hand you will see the light If your friends are there then everything's all right It seems to me a crime that we should age These fragile times should never slip us by A time you never can or shall erase As friends together watch their childhood fly
Chains Around Your Heart Composer(s): Brian Setzer Performer(s): Brian Setzer
It's a late cool autumn evening And the sunset melts into night With a v-twin throbbing beneath me And my head's spinning allright Ritchie and me we started as kids In a rock 'n' roll band on the street where we lived It's a long hard ride till the morning As the trees and wind start to sing
Chains around your heart that bind Break away and leave them behind
Well once there was a time in this rock 'n' roll dream This here town would be rip apart at the seams Now I'm out of money and Billy's out of work Eddie's pushin' pencils for the county clerk Everybody's job is getting pushed out of town Life is just knockin' 'em down Boyhood dreams are run into the ground Long dark shadows hang over this town
Cast away the chains that bleed Break away and I leave you free
Take my hand come leave with me As nighttime fades away we'll ride the hills and desert sand Cross the barren land
All the families have all gone Their jobs went before them I'm sure They knocked down the corner barber shop And put up a super triple level parking lot There once was a time you could vote for a man Who wouldn't try and stick a gun in your hands So cut out all your talkin' And make love with me through the night
Chains around your heart that bind Break away and leave them behind Just leave them behind Just leave them behind
Friends Composer(s): Mark "Moogy" Klingman; Buzzy Linhart Performer(s): Bette Midler
Oh, you got to have friends The feeling's oh so strong You got to have friends To make that day last long Had some friends, but they're gone Somethin' came and took them away And from the dusk 'til the dawn Here's where I will stay
Standing at the end of the road, boys Waitin' for my new friends to come I don't care if I'm hungry or cold, freezing I got to get me some
'Cause you got to have friends Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Friends "Oh, that's the favorite part of my voice, you know I really like to get up Hm" Oh, friends "Thank you" Oh, friends, friends, friends, friends I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone Somethin' took 'em away And from the dusk 'til the dawn Here is where I'm gonna stay, you know, oh
Standing at the end of a real long road, Jack And I'm waitin' for those new friends to come And I don't care if I'm jungry or freezing, freezing cold You gotta, you gotta get me some
'Cause you gotta have "You gotta have friends I'm telling you I am speaking 'cause I know It's going too fast We're all going too fast! I'm trying to tell you to slow down! They're hard to come by! Those friends are hard to come by! I didn't have many friends, you know But, things are getting better now And I think it's gonna be okay, 'cause I have a couple now"
Friends You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends Oh, friends ...
The Juice Of The Barley Composer(s): Liam Clancy Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy
Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so With me turf and me primer to school I did go To a dusty old school house without any door Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor
At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around But meself in the corner was sure to be found One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell
So the very next morning as the dawn it did break I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch
Well from that day to this I have wandered alone I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor And I'll dance out my days frinking whiskey galore
Chains Around My Heart
Composer(s): Richard Marx - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): Richard Marx
Out of my sight But the vision is still the same Out of my mind But the memory remains unchanged Stones thrown in anger hold twice the hurt Return to sender could only make things worse
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart 'Cause I've been lonely too long You've got to break these chains around my heart So I can finally get on with my life
Don't ask me why Why I've lived with this all alone Locked up inside And it's cutting me to the bone Love is a stranger avoiding me Beware of danger's the only sign I see
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart Cause I've been lonely too long You've got to break these chains around my heart So I can finally get on with my life
Are you listening Is there something that you'd like to say Am I getting through Are you just gonna leave me this way Yeah
Girl, you've got to break these chains around my heart Before it tears me in two You've got to break these chains around my heart That's all I'm asking of you You've got to break these chains around my heart 'Cause I've been lonely too long You've got to break these chains around my heart So I can finally get on with my life
Friends Composer(s): Adam Ant Performer(s): Adam Ant
I'm a friend of Mister Pastry I'm a friend of Allen Jones I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey I'm a friend of your chromosomes
I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe I'm a friend of Michael Miles I'm a friend of Jim Morisson I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend And if I come on the night, can I get in free?
I'm a friend of Egon Schiele I'm a friend of Mister Spock I'm a friend of Doctor Kildare I'm a friend of the Woodentop's
I'm a friend of Arthur Askey I'm a friend of Freda Payne I'm a friend of Danny Angel I'm a friend of big John Wayne
I'm a friend of Brian Inglis I'm a friend of your dad's son I'm a friend of Boris Karloff I'm a friend of everyone
The Journey Composer(s): Rick Wakeman Performer(s): Rick Wakeman
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride They set off with their guide To reach the mountain side
Roped as one for safety through the long descent Into the crater of volcanic rock they went Look up from our telescopic laair One star for us to share We continue on our prayer
Chains
((French Version: Chance (Sylvie Vartan) - 1963))
Composer(s): Jerry Goffin - Carole King
First release by: The Cookies - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains And they ain't the kind that you can see Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah Chains, well I can't break away from these chains Can't run around, 'cause I'm not free Whoa, oh, these chains of love won't let me be, yeah I wanna tell you, pretty baby I think you're fine I'd like to love you But, darlin', I'm imprisoned by these... Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains And they ain't the kind that you can see Oh, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me Please believe me when I tell you Your lips are sweet I'd like to kiss them But I can't break away from all of these... Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains And they ain't the kind that you can see Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah Chains, chains of love...
