Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Long Run Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Don Henley First release by: Eagles - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot I used to stay out till the break of day oh that didnt git it, it was high time I quit it I just couldnt carry on that way oh, I did some damage, I know its true didn't know I was so lonely till I found you
who can go the distance? we'll find out in the long run, in the long run we can handle some resistance if our love is a strong one. is a strong one people talkin about us, they got nothing else to do when it all comes down we will still come through in the long run ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
you know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better do the crazy things that you do when all the debutantes back in Houston baby couldn't hold a candle to you did you do it for love, did you do it for money did you do it for spite, did you think you had to honey?
who is gonna make it? well find out in the long run, in the long run I know we can take it if our love is a strong one, is a strong one well were scared but we ain't shakin kinda bent but we ain't breakin in the long run ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Warren
First performance: Glenn Miller - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Pardon me boy is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo Track 29 boy you can give me a shine I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
Well you leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore Dinner at the diner Nothing could be finer Then you have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar Then you know that Tenneesse is not very far Shovel all the coal in Gotta keep it rolling Whoo,Whoo, Chattanooga there you are
There's gonna be A certain party at the station Satin and lace I used to call funny face She's gonna cry Until I tell her that I'll never roam So, Chattanooga Choo Choo Won't you Choo Choo me home!
The Long And Winding Road Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
The long and winding road, that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before It always leads me here, lead me to your door The wild and windy night, that the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day Why leave me standing here? Let me know the way Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried And still they lead me back, to the long winding road You left me standing here, a long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door! But still they lead me back, to the long and winding road You left me standing here, a long, long time ago Don't keep me waiting here, lead me to you
Chattahoochee
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson
and multiple other artists
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Via Della Povertà ((Adapted from: Desolation Row (Bob Dylan) - 1965)) ((Dutch Version: De Verloren Straat (Ernst Jansz) - 2010)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Fabrizio De André Performer(s): Fabrizio De André - 1974
Il Salone di bellezza in fondo al vicolo è affollatissimo di marinai prova a chiedere a uno che ore sono e ti risponderà "non l'ho saputo mai"
Le cartoline dell'impiccagione sono in vendita a cento lire l'una il commissario cieco dietro la stazione per un indizio ti legge la sfortuna
e le forze dell'ordine irrequiete cercano qualcosa che non va mentre io e la mia signora ci affacciamo stasera su via della Povertà
Cenerentola sembra così facile ogni volta che sorride ti cattura ricorda proprio Bette Davis con le mani appoggiate alla cintura
Arriva Romeo trafelato e le grida "il mio amore sei tu" ma qualcuno gli dice di andar via e di non riprovarci più
e l'unico suono che rimane quando l'ambulanza se ne va è Cenerentola che spazza la strada in via della Povertà
Mentre l'alba sta uccidendo la luna e le stelle si son quasi nascoste la signora che legge la fortuna se n'è andata in compagnia dell'oste
Ad eccezione di Abele e di Caino tutti quanti sono andati a far l'amore aspettando che venga la pioggia ad annacquare la gioia ed il dolore
e il Buon Samaritano sta affilando la sua pietà se ne andrà al Carnevale stasera in via della Povertà
I tre Re Magi sono disperati Gesù Bambino è diventato vecchio e Mister Hyde piange sconcertato vedendo Jeckyll che ride nello specchio
Ofelia è dietro la finestra mai nessuno le ha detto che è bella a soli ventidue anni è già una vecchia zitella
la sua morte sarà molto romantica trasformandosi in oro se ne andrà per adesso cammina avanti e indietro in via della Povertà
Einstein travestito da ubriacone ha nascosto i suoi appunti in un baule è passato di qui un'ora fa diretto verso l'ultima Thule
sembrava così timido e impaurito quando ha chiesto di fermarsi un po' qui ma poi ha cominciato a fumare e a recitare l'A B C
ed a vederlo tu non lo diresti mai ma era famoso qualche tempo fa per suonare il violino elettrico in via della Povertà
Ci si prepara per la grande festa c'è qualcuno che comincia ad aver sete il fantasma dell'opera si è vestito in abiti da prete sta ingozzando a viva forza Casanova per punirlo della sua sensualità lo ucciderà parlandogli d'amore dopo averlo avvelenato di pietà
e mentre il fantasma grida tre ragazze si son spogliate già Casanova sta per essere violentato in via della Povertà
E bravo Nettuno mattacchione il Titanic sta affondando nell'aurora nelle scialuppe i posti letto sono tutti occupati e il capitano grida "ce ne stanno ancora"
e Ezra Pound e Thomas Eliot fanno a pugni nella torre di comando i suonatori di calipso ridono di loro mentre il cielo si sta allontanando
e affacciati alle loro finestre nel mare tutti pescano mimose e lillà e nessuno deve più preoccuparsi di via della Povertà
A mezzanotte in punto i poliziotti fanno il loro solito lavoro metton le manette intorno ai polsi a quelli che ne sanno più di loro
i prigionieri vengon trascinati su un calvario improvvisato lì vicino e il caporale Adolfo li ha avvisati che passeranno tutti dal camino e il vento ride forte e nessuno riuscirà a ingannare il suo destino in via della Povertà
La tua lettera l'ho avuta proprio ieri mi racconti tutto quel che fai ma non essere ridicola non chiedermi "come stai"
questa gente di cui mi vai parlando è gente come tutti noi non mi sembra che siano mostri non mi sembra che siano eroi e non mandarmi ancora tue notizie nessuno ti risponderà se insisti a spedirmi le tue lettere da via della Povertà
Chat gris, chagrin soir Et matin sur l'édredon fait son ronron Chat gris, chagrin les yeux éteints Trouve le temps long et tourne en rond
Elle, elle comprenait chat gris Elle, elle te parlait chagrin Moi j'suis ton ami aussi Mais j'ai ma tête entre mes mains Tu le vois bien
Et que peut bien faire un monsieur sans entrain Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin Te jeter son cur comme une boule de laine Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine
Chat gris, chagrin dans le jardin De papillon en abandon Chat gris, chagrin Trouve son patron pas folichon
Elle, elle m'a quitté chat gris Elle, elle t'a oublié chagrin Va, si tu peux la trouver Moi, je ne peux pas t'aider Tu le vois bien
Que pourrait bien faire un monsieur sans entrain Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin Te jeter son cur comme une boule de laine Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine
Rag Mama Rag Composer(s): J.R. Robertson Performer(s): The Band
Rag Mama Rag, I can't believe it's true Rag Mama Rag, what did you do? I crawled up to the railroad track, let the four nine-teen scratch my back
Shag mama shag now whats come over you Rag Mama Rag, I'm a pulling out your gag Gonna turn you lose like an old caboose Got a tail I need a drag I ask about your turtle, and you ask about the weather Well, I can't jump the hurdle and we can't get together We could be relaxing in my sleeping bag But all you want to do for me mama is a Rag Mama Rag There's nowhere to go
Rag Mama Rag Come on resin up the bow
Rag Mama Rag, where do ya roam? Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body right home
Its dog eat dog and cat eat mouse, you can Rag Mama Rag all over my house
Hail stones beatin on the roof the bourbon is a hundred proof its you and me and the telephone Our destiny is quite well known We don't need to sit and brag All we gotta do is Rag Mama Rag Rag Mama Rag Where do you roam? Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body back home
Chasseur De Rêves
Composer(s): C. Monney - F. Jeantet - B. Flavien - Y. Guillo
Performer(s): Claude Brasseur
Contact... Moteur!
Y a du monde sur les boulevards
Des chevaux sous les capots
Des ronflements dans le brouillard
De drôles de bruits dans la sono
On s'dit "bonjour" et puis "au-revoir"
Un signe de tête dans les rétros
Motos, pilotes, autos, motards
Good bye, good luck, à bientôt
On laisse les habitudes pour d'autres latitudes
Destination plein sud!
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Hé! pourquoi tu cours dans le désert
Dans la vapeur des moteurs chauds
Si c'est pas pour gagner l'enfer
Au paradis auto-moto?
Accélère! ça passe, ça passe!
Bloque l'aiguille au compteur
Et pilote au tempo moteur
Jolie mafia!
Les machines infernales
Se battent dans la poussière
Au delà des frontières
Mirages de voyageurs
Faut tenir pour la victoire
Faut tenir jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves, chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Quand on lève la tête sous un soleil de plomb
Parfois le temps s'arrête, le temps a raison
L'eau est tiède mais là-bas c'est normal
Le soleil a le poids du sommeil
Au petit jour, café trop chaud
Quelques mots... On r'part...
L'étape c'est la dernière
Les sourires sont fatigués
Derniers kilomètres en plein cur de la forêt
On a rattrapé l'horizon
On a tenu jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves,
L'aventure est loin
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Entre les hommes et l'équateur
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
(Hand-me-down) When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down (Hand-me-down) They always laughed at her when she came into town Called her rag doll, little rag doll Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace
(Sad rag doll) I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could (If I could) My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good She's a rag doll, such a rag doll Though I love her so, I can't let her know
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh) Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh) I love you just the way you are
La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll ((Adapted from: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan) - 1964)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965
William Zanzinger a tué Hattie Carroll Il l'a tué sans raison d'un coup de canne en or Au cours d'une soirée donnée à Baltimore La police appelée désarma l'assassin Il fut accompagné jusqu'au poste voisin Inculpé d'homicide et gardé en prison
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
William Zanzinger tout juste vingt quatre ans Possédait un domaine d'au moins trois cents hectares Héritier, protégé par de riches parents Des soutiens politiques et des murs de dollars Il haussa les épaules, poussa quelques jurons Et fut presque aussitôt libéré sous caution
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Au palais de justice, le juge pris son temps Pour étudier l'affaire très attentivement Il dit tout citoyen pris en flagrant délit Qu'il soit riche, qu'il soit pauvre, devait être puni Et que la loi ferait aucune distinction Condamnant sans faiblesse ceux qui tuent sans raison Attendus ces motifs, le juge d'un ton sévère Donna six mois de prison à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Vous pouvez sortir vos mouchoirs, il est bien temps de pleurer ce soir
Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Mick Box - Bob Daisley - Peter Goalby - Lee Kerslake - John Sinclair
Performer(s): Uriah Heep
Seen from the shadows Deep in the night I know you're near But you're nowhere in sight Seen from the darkness Down in the streets I hear your footsteps I hear your heartbeat Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
A misty corner Away from the light I know you're near But you're nowhere in sight On my shoulder I feel you're near I feel you moving But you never appear
Radio, Radio Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial doing anything my radio advised with every one of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to me eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver when the switch broke 'cause it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut out they don't wanna hear about it It's only inches on the reel-to-reel And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
(Chorus)
Wonderful radio Marvelous radio Wonderful radio Radio, radio...
The Loneliest Man On The Moon Performer(s): David Castle
Sitting on the corner of the moon Wishing you would get here soon Whistling a lonely tune Waiting for the next balloon
Reflections of the past are on my face I don't know why I joined this race Without you, I feel out of place It's so lonely here in outer space
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Spending my nights with the meteorites Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon Sharing my lips with a total eclipse And I don't think you're coming back soon
The stars are falling down from the sky Teardrops falling from my eyes When I saw you wave goodbye You were in a crowd, I was in a cloud
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
'Cause I don't see another balloon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon Sharing my lips with a total eclipse And I don't think you're coming back soon Cause I don't see another balloon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man Loneliest man, loneliest man on the moon
Radio Wall Of Sound Composer(s): James Whild Lea Performer(s): Slade
(This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound Citizen Kane rise again Stay tuned to this frequency
This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound The music that rocks, the music that stops The music that comes to you from everywhere As listeners with music on the mind I love that music, I love that sound I love that record, I love that voice Stay tuned to radio WOS, the wall of sound)
I'm in trouble, I'm in deep, I don't know why I can't sleep I feel something in my brain, it's the sound that's keeping me sane I love that music, I love that sound I love this new piano I found I love that record, I love that noise It's me who sees my favorite side
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
(This is rocking radio 107, the music that rocks the music that drops, the music that comes to you from everywhere 'cause this is the music of the mind)
I love that record, I love that sound, I love it, I love it, I love it
(This is the big one, the wall of sound)
I love that music, I love that sound You're listening to radio loud
(The music comes to you from around your head Look out!)
I love that record, I love that noise
(You think the music's here, it's not, it's inside your head. You are the wall of sound)
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
(Radio wall of sound-stay tuned to this frequency)
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
