Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Lone Teen Ranger Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (Paul Simon as Jerry Landis)
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
Oh, he rides around on a big white horse Hes as cool as he can be And my baby fell in love with him When she saw him on TV And since that day, Im sorry to say She hasnt had time for me Cause he goes bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
To save my soul I cant get a date And you know whos to blame Since the Lone Teen Ranger came around My girfriends not the same She even kissed the TV set Oh its a crying shame Cause he goes bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Ha! Pony! Ride! Ride!
Every night at eight oclock, she turns on the TV The Lone Teen Ranger stole my girl (Shes got no time for me)
Well, he better watch out, cause Im getting mad And heres what Im gonna do Im gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too And when my baby looks at me, shes gonna love me too Cause Ill go bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! Hes the Lone Teen Ranger! Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! Hes the Lone Teen Ranger!...
(Who was that masked man? You dont know? Thats the Lone Teen Ranger!)
Chasin' The Wind
Composer(s): Diane Warren
Performer(s): Chicago
Did the best I could
To make you mine
If you ever felt anything for me
Well, you never gave a sign
Thought time would make you change
Make you want me
But baby I never had a chance
Now I know that theres just some things
Just not meant to be
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Opened up my heart
Let you inside
If love was what you were lookin for
Well, I guess it wasnt mine
So I guess I better go
Its over and done
But you know Im not really sad at all
cause you cant really say its over
When it never had begun
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Cant reach the sea
If you cant get past the sand
Cant touch the sky
If you cant reach up your hand
Cant give if you give nothing back
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Radio Lover Composer(s): Ron Hellard; Bucky Jones Performer(s): George Jones
He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do He knows she gets lonely, so he lets her know that he's thinking about her And though millions are listening, she knows who he's talking to
Chorus: Comin' to you live like I do every night From the heart of your radio I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad And a few ol' cheatin' songs
Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land Found a love just as true as mine Good night angel, sleep tight darlin' Close your pretty brown eyes
When the show is over your radio lover will be home by your side
She's laying in bed as her DJ tells her that he loves her It would break his heart if he knew she wasn't there alone She knows when to cheat and when to tell her lover to leave her She knows they'll be safe just as long as his show goes on
He planned a surprise for the night of their first anniversary He taped his show just so he could be home The radio was playing and, as he walked in on her and her lover He heard himself saying the last words that they ever heard
The Lone Ranger Composer(s): Billy Yates - Gerald Smith - John Northrup Performer(s): George Jones; Gerald Smith
I'm tired of sittng home, sick of being all alone Thought I'd just go for a drive I was headed downtown, when I did me a turnaround When I saw the neon sign Happy hour two for one, sounded like a lot of fun So I stopped and went inside The next thing that I knew, I was sittin' on a barstool Having the time of my life
Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care, Ignoring all the danger Bless my soul this morning I awoke In the arms of a perfect stranger I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
Did I fail to mention, it wasn't my intention To stay out all night long I was gonna have a few, but one round led to two Next thing I knew I was gone Well here's where I draw a blank, the band was playin' Hank She rode in to save the day And all I remember were kisses sweet and tender And Hi-Yo Silver away
Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care Ignoring all the danger Bless my soul this morning I awoke In the arms of a perfect stranger I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson
Daddy won a radio Tuned it to a country show I was rockin' in the cradle To the cryin' of a steel guitar Mama used to sing to me Taught me that sweet harmony Now she worries 'cause she never thought I'd ever really take it this far Singin' in the bars Chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream All I've ever wanted Was to pick this guitar and sing Just tryin' to be somebody Just wanna be heard and seen Chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream
An atlas and a coffee cup Five pickers in an old Dodge truck Headin' down to Houston For a show on Saturday night This overhead is killin' me Half the time I sing for free But when the crowd's into it Lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem right Standin in the spotlight
Daddy's got a radio He won it thirty years ago He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday" I made it up to Music Row But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow Still I wouldn't trade a minute And I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the stage
Daddy's got a radio He won it thirty years ago He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday" I made it up to Music Row But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow Still I wouldn't trade a minute And I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the stage
I'm chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream
Radio Heart Composer(s): Stephen Davis; Dennis Morgan Performer(s): Charly McClain; Richard Clayderman
Married at sixteen Two kids by twenty-one But he couldn't take it Now she's raisin' them all on her own Between the bills and the laundry Sometimes she's so lonely she cries But she's found an escape From some of the achin' inside
She's got a radio heart She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind She's got a radio heart It helps fill an empty space he left behind She gets lost in a steel guitar Oh, it's her way out when the heartache starts She's found a little salvation on a local station She's got a radio heart
She'll finish clearin' the table And put the kids off to bed She tries to watch an old movie But she thinks of him instead She lies alone in the dark And stares at the lighted dial She gets into the music And out of this world for a while
She's got a radio heart She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind She's got a radio heart It helps fill an empty space he left behind She gets lost in a steel guitar Oh, it's her way out when the heartaches start She's found a little salvation on a local station She's got a radio heart
London Boys Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
Cow bell strikes another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead You moved away Hold your folks you're gonna stay away
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you round Now you've met the London boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the London boys, with the London boys
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown In the month you've been away from your parents' home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got So long as you're with the London boys
A London boy, oh a London boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London boy, a London boy You're crying out loud that you're a London boy You think you've had a lot of fun But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run It's too late now, cause you're out there boy You've got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish you'd never left your home You've got what you wanted but you're on your own With the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys
Chase The Blues Away
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
First release by: Tim Buckley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Well come along walk with me And learn the songs that lovers sing When they believe Well dance along the rivers edge Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore The midnight cries
Well I just came to chase the blues away For awhile
Just like a child youll cling to me From every sound along that rushes near Its just the breeze that licks your skin And rubs your breast And as we lay our rivers flow away Your woman fear
Well I just came to chase the blues away For awhile
With the morning sun well wake And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly Up mountain high And on his wings our love will climb And never fail until he soars and dives Oh, hell take your breath away
Well, he just came to chase the blues away For awhile
Radio Ga Ga Composer(s): Roger Taylor Performer(s): Queen; and various other artists
Radio - radio I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio
You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly Radio
So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new? Radio, someone still loves you
We watch the shows - we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave old friend Like all good things on you we depend So stick around 'cos we might miss you When we grow tired of all this visual You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new? Someone still loves you
Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga)
You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
Je me souviens Je me souviens Tes longues mains Tes longues mains... Être bon Être bien Être soi, être rien Mais pas n'importe quoi Une charpie de chapka...
Ces mots qui ne veulent Plus rien dire Ou qui disent Le contraire De ce qu'ils voulaient dire... Tout ça Maintenant, c'est là Comme une charpie de chapka... Et je me souviens de toi...
Se souvenir d'où l'on vient Ne pas donner raison aux chiens Ne pas devenir n'importe quoi Pas une charpie de chapka...
Un soleil qui nous désaltère L'eau pure qui chauffe nos artères Vouloir un peu de mieux sur terre Comme tu le voulais là-bas... Loin des charpies de chapka...
Je me souviens... Tes longues mains Artiste pauvre Passé sur terre Tu voulais le bien De tes frères... Une seul famille Un seul destin Et le bonheur Au quotidien...
Ces rêves, maintenant, ne sont plus là Ils sont tous partis avec toi... Comme les empires croulent soudain Comme les rêves se désespèrent Devant le mal, devant le froid... Comme une charpie de chapka...
Radio and TV Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
Radio and TV do a lot for me Lots of times I dig my honey When I'm runnin' short of foldin' money and the radio and TV are free
At the outdoor movie, everything is groovy But at times I like it better Just to bring my baby home and set her At the radio and TV with me
(x2): It's nice to sit and say things that lovers have to say While the good guys chase the bad guys and the top 10 records play Take away my car keys, take away my waterskis Take away my foldin' money, take it all But just don't take my honey or my radio and TV from me
I've always been a gentle guy, kept my temper well But there is something on my mind I simply have to tell There may be certain boys who shout, "You're just a dumb half-wit" But my mind's made up about one thing, und this is it Oh, I'd rather suck on a lemon drop Than to try my luck with a lollipop 'Cause I always drop my lollipop Und it gets all over icky Oh, it makes me sick with the way it smears How the stuff do stick in tour hair and ears With the lemon bean I'm always clean But a lollipop, all icky I've tried and tried, but never could find A lollipop that's even halfway refined So, I'd rather suck on a lemon drop Than to try my luck with a lollipop 'Cause I always drop my lollipop Und it gets all over icky
Charms
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Helen Miller
Performer(s): Bobby Vee
Pretty charms, pretty little charms See how they sparkle in the sun Ding dong ding listen to them ring They seem to be telling everyone That you're my-y baby With a twist of your wrist it can be told You're my-y baby There it is, in fourteen ca-a-a-ra-a-at golden
Pretty charms, pretty little charms Starting from the day we met The Sweet Sixteen, the moments in between That New Year's Eve we won't forget So if some guy should ask you If some night you're free Wave him away with a wave of your arms Do as I say, just blind 'em with your charms And show him you belong to me
So if some guy should ask you If some night you're free Wave him away with a wave of your arms Do what I say, just blind 'em with your charms And show him you belong to me
(Pretty charms, pretty little charms) (Pretty charms, pretty little charms) (Pretty charms, pretty little charms)
Radio Composer(s): Bob Heatlie; Gordon Campbell Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens
Well, I got a girl whose as cute as can be But she never plays no attention to me She lives her life in a world full of stereo 'Cos all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio That's all
Well I take her to the movies and it's just the same We just get cozy and it's on again Listen on the headphones tuned into her favourite show, ooh ooh 'Cos all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio All day long
I whisper sweet nothings inside her ear But when I get close all I ever hear Some cool DJ telling me it's gonna show, ooh ooh Doesn't seem to be a way of getting inside her head She talks to me when it's only if the battery's dead But then she keeps a spare and it's back to rock and roll, oh yeah 'Cos all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio That's all she ever wanna do
I got a girl whose as cute as can be But she never pays no attention to me She lives her life in a world full of stereo, ooh ooh She's a hopeless case and I don't know what I can do I rack my brains while she sings out of tune Well she's switching me off and one of these days I'm gonna go, go yeah 'Cos all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio
All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio Yeah, all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio Radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio Radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio Radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio Radio All she ever wanna do is listen to the radio
Lollipop Man Composer(s): Hammond - Hazlewood Performer(s): Sweet
You go to the girl's school And I go to the boy's school Both seperated by a lollipop man I must cross the street to Get around to meet you Therefore I have to pass a lollipop man
Lollipop man, there's a lollipop man Who stands in the middle of the street (Ain't he sweet) There's a lollipop man, yeah a lollipop man Hey, good golly there's a lollipop man
He carries out his duty Isn't he a cutie There in the middle with his lollipop pole Opposite the high school Right in front of my school He's so incredible He's really got soul
Lollipop man, lollipop man Lollipop man, lollipop man He won't let the traffic come between us We can be together very soon But he will make the traffic stop With his giant lollipop Looking just a little like a moon man
In a yellow rain coat And a pair of gum boots There in the midst of an incredible jam Any kind of weather Bringing us together There stands a funny little lollipop man
Lollipop man, there's a lollipop man Who stands in the middle of the street (Ain't he sweet) A lollipop man, there's a lollipop man Hey, good golly there's a lollipop man...
Radar Love Composer(s): Barry Hay; George Kooymans Performer(s): Golden Earring
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel My baby called, said she needs me here It's half past four and I'm shifting gears When she gets lonely and the longing gets too much She sends a cable comin' in from above Don't need to talk at all We got a thing that's called radar love We got a wave in the air Radar love Radio's playing some forgotten song Brenda Lee is comin' on strong The road has got me hypnotized I'm spinnin' into a new sunrise When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sends a comfort coming in from above Don't need a letter at all Chorus No more speed I'm almost there Gotta keep cool, now, gotta take care Last car to pass, here I go And the line of clouds goes down real slow And the radio plays some forgotten song Brenda Lee is coming on strong And the newsman sang his same song One more radar lover gone We got a thing that's called radar love
The Logical Song Composer(s): Rick Davies - Roger Hodgson First release by: Supertramp - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily joyfully, playfully watching me But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible logical, responsible, practical And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable clinical, intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep the questions run too deep for such a simple man Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical liberal, fanatical, criminal Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night, when all the world's asleep the questions run so deep for such a simple man Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am
Charly
Composer(s): Sébastien Balasko - Daniel Faure
Performer(s): Anne Léonard
Charly: Comme disait Freud, sur lequel j'ai fait un exposé Absolument aaaapocalyptique la semaine dernière L'attirance médiumnique de nos sexes opposés Est inversément proportionnelle à l'attirance psychique ..
L'amour est compliqué, aujourd'hui les garçons Ne savent plus flirter, simplement, sans raison Chaaarly! Prête-moi ton vélo pour suivre ta conversation Je sens que ta libido dépasse ton imagination
Je sais bien que tu meurs d'envie de m'embrasser Mais tu racontes Freud avant de dessiner Chaaarly! Prête-moi ton vélo pour suivre la conversation Je sens que ta libido dépasse ton imagination
Dis: "Je t'aime!" Prends-moi dans tes bras, et oublions Kafka
L'amour comme autrefois, c'est merveilleux, crois-moi! Demande à ta maman, demande à ton papa Ils s'embrassaient, tout simplement, en chantant
Ta sensibilité prend de telles proportions Que tu ne peux rien faire sans une explication Chaaarly ! Prête-moi ton vélo pour suivre la conversation Je sens que ta libido dépasse ton imagination
Charly: L'hypnose sensorielle et ta structure environnante, ma chérie M'interdit farouchement d'appliquer les théories marxistes de notre masochisme décadent ..
Dans le contexte social actuel,je pense que l'union libre Serait envisageable afin de permettre le recyclage De notre métabolisme sexuel et d'éviter le paroxysme De la paranoïa que menace ..
Je sais bien que tu meurs d'envie de m'épouser Mais tu racontes Freud avant de dessiner Chaaarly! Prête-moi ton vélo pour suivre la conversation Je sens que ta libido dépasse ton imagination
Si tu m'aimes, prends-moi dans tes bras, et oublions Kafka!
Faisons comme autrefois, Charly, épouse-moi ! Demande à ma maman, demande à mon papa Embrasse-moi, épouse-moi Oh Charly, Charly .
L'amour, c'est une fille qui rencontre un garçon Et ça finit toujours de la même façon Chaaarly! Prête-moi ton vélo pour suivre ta conversation Je sens que ta libido dép Je sens que ta libido dép Je sens que ta libido dépasse ton imagination
