Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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There's A Doctor Composer(s): Pete Townshend First release: The Who - 1969
Father: There's a doctor I've found, could bring us all joy! There's a doctor I've found, could cure the boy! A doctor I've found, could cure the boy! There's a man I've found, could remove his sorrow He lives in this town, let's see him tomorrow Let's see him tomorrow
I Got Love If You Want It Movie Soundtrack "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" Composer(s): Slim Harpo First release by: Slim Harpo - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Got love if you want it, baby Got love if you want it Got love if you want it Got love if you want it Now, can we talk awhile?
Now here you come, baby Now here you come, baby With your head hung down With your head hung down I know you've been ballin' Talk is all over town
'Cause the nextdoor neighbors 'Cause the next door neighbors Peepin' through the blinds Peepin' through the blinds Don't worry nobody That's all this time
Now I love you, little baby Said I love you, little baby Better than myself, yeah Better than myself But you mistreat me baby For somebody else For somebody else
Come sit by me, baby Come sit by me, baby I wanna talk with you Wanna talk with you Don't mean no harm, baby Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do
John Barleycorn (Traditional) Performer(s): Martin Carthy; and various other artists
John Barleycorn is a hero bold as any in the land For ages good his fame has stood and shall for ever stand The whole wide world respect in him, no matter friend or foe And where they be that makes so free he's sure to lay them low
To see him in his pride of youth his robes are rich and green His head is speared with manly beard fit nigh to serve the queen And when the reaping time comes round and John is stricken down We'll use his blood for Englands good and Englishmen's renown
The lord in courtly castle, the squire in stately hall The great of name, of birth and fame, on John for succour call He bids the troubled heart rejoice, brings warmth to nature's cold Makes weak men strong, and old men young, and all men brave and bold
Then shout for great John Barleycorn, more heed his luscious vine I have no mind much charm to find in potent draught of wine Give me my native nut brown ale, all other drinks I scorn For English cheer is English beer, our own John Barleycorn
John était amoureux, ça se voyait un peu Il avait un air si bizarre et veillait si tard Il buvait tant de vin que souvent, le matin On pouvait l'entendre de l'étang jusqu'au moulin La fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien Et le pauvre John pensait bien Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
John avait un béguin, ça se voyait un brin Quand il tapait sur sa poitrine en buvant du gin Il avait l'il hagard, buvait toujours à part Poussait des hurlements qui faisaient fuir le vent Mais la fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien Et le pauvre John pensait bien Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
John était amoureux, il en a fait l'aveu Depuis, de la rivière au port, on en rit encore Le soir, au coin du feu, on écoute les vieux Raconter l'histoire de John l'amoureux Il aimait la statue d'une belle inconnue Morte cent ans auparavant dans un ouragan Il allait tous les jours lui dire son amour Et noyait sa peine dans un verre à son retour La fille aux longues mains ne dirait jamais rien Et le pauvre John savait bien Que dans la statue était son cur et qu'un jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour Que dans la statue était son cur et qu'un jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
Mother: Do you think it's alright to leave the boy with Uncle Ernie? Do you think it's alright; he's had a few too many tonight! Do you think it's alright ?
Father: I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright
Jogo De Damas Composer(s): Isolda; Milton Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu sei da sua vida e do seu passado De um tempo perdido e recuperado Eu sei da poeira de todos seus passos Das suas trapaças, dos seus abraços Eu sei da sua fama e dos seus amores Das suas proezas, dos seus dissabores Da cor da sua roupa, do seu pouco valor Você nessa vida foi só desamor
Dama Hoje alguém que te engana Te veste de santa Não sabe por que Te pisam te xingam Ignoram a mulher Não sabem que a dama existiu outro dia Hoje a dama não passa de pedra perdida (Hoje é pedra perdida de um jogo qualquer)
Conheço as paredes que guardavam segredos E ações que por si não cobriam seus medos A sua missão, as suas vontades Razões que confirmam as duras verdades Eu sei hoje em dia da sua vergonha De olhar quem te olha responder quem te chama Pra quem te conhece você é vulgar Pra quem nunca te viu Hoje quer te amar
Cousin Kevin Composer(s): John Entwistle Performer(s): The Who
Cousin Kevin: We're on our own cousin, all alone cousin Let's think of a game to play now the grown ups have all gone away You won't be much fun being blind, deaf and dumb, but I've no one to play with today D' you know how to play hide and seek? To find me it would take you a week, but tied to that chair you won't go anywhere There's a lot I can do to a freak How would you feel if I turned on the bath, ducked your head under and started to laugh? What would you do if I shut you outside, to stand in the rain and catch cold, so you died? I'm the school bully! The classroom cheat The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet I'll stick pins in your fingers and tread on your feet... Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm would change your expression to one of alarm I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair, or give you a push at the top of the stairs... I'm the school bully! The classroom cheat The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet I'll put glass in your dinner and spikes in your seat...
Christmas Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Father: Did you ever see the faces of children? They get so excited waking up on Christmas morning hours before the winter sun's ignited They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free, in curiosity And Tommy doesn't know what day it is Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is How can he be saved from the eternal grave? Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently and unaware of everything Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and pokes his tongue at everything I believe in love, but how can men who've never seen light be enlightened Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten And Tommy doesn't know what day it is Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is How can he be saved from the eternal grave? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved?
Tommy: See me, feel me Touch me, heal me See me, feel me Touch me, heal me!
Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved?
I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster; Duke Ellington First release by: Duke Ellington - 1941 Covered by multiple other artists
Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental Not made of wood I've got it so bad And that ain't good
But when the fish are jumpin' And Friday rolls around My man an' I, we gin some We pray some, and sin some
He don't love me like I love him The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good Yes I've got it bad And that ain't good
Joey Composer(s): Bob Dylan; Jacques Levy Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way "Well," he answered, "just because"
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast" Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame" But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said "We're not those kind of men It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again"
Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with "What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met "Five to ten," said Joey The judge says, "That's exactly what you get"
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine"
Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one" Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe"
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep" Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save
The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve
Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away?
The Hawker Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson Performer(s): The Who
The Hawker: You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine Every time she starts to loving She brings eyesight to the blind
You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks Every time we start shaking the dumb begin to talk
She's got the power to heal you, never fear She's got the power to heal you, never fear Just a word from her lips and the deaf begin to hear
I Got A Wife Composer(s): Eddie Mascari; Erwin Wenzlaff Performer(s): Mark IV
(Hey, I got a wife at home I got a wife at home I got a wife she's the apple of my life But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear Hang your clothes up Wipe your feet off Goodness sakes don't slam the door Fix the socks and dry the dishes Can't you see what's in the drawer Hang the picture Set the table Don't drop ashes on the floor Heat the bottle Change the baby She don't love me anymore
(He don't love her anymore There he goes right out the door He'll be back 'bout half past ten And then she'll start right in again)
Tack the shade up Wash the windows Wipe the handprints off the door Change the light bulbs Scrub the bathtub Pick the toys up from the floor Tape the lamp cord Make some coffee Burn the garbage Oil the door Get the kids And call my mother She don't love me anymore
(I got a wife at home I got a wife at home I got a wife she's the apple of my life But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear (Fast High-Pitched Voice Chatter) OK OK I'll do it (Chatter Continues) Yeah OK (Chatter Continues) Honey, honey
Please, honey
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Quiet!!
(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)
(Chatter Begins Again)
(Short Guitar Lick)
(Door Slams)
(Sheeee!!)
Joe, La Ville Et Moi Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'avais un copain Il s'appelait Joe C'était presque un frère pour moi On a grandit ensemble Il habitait la ferme La ferme juste à côté de la rivière Un jour on en a eu marre de voir toujours la même forêt Alors, alors on a décidé de partir Pour voir ce qu'était une ville Quand je dis une ville je veux dire Une vraie ville en béton Et ça fait bien longtemps
Maintenant je voudrais revoir Je voudrais revoir tout ce que j'ai quitté Les champs, la rivière et ma forêt Et...et Marie Oui Marie Qu'elle était belle, la jolie Marie Ça fait si longtemps, si longtemps Mais voilà comment Voilà comment l'histoire a commencé
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles Dans un wagon à bestiaux on a pris le train Pour voir ce qu'était une ville
Pendant deux jours en roulant on s'est préparé Tout en se cachant sous la paille Quand on la vu ce fut comme un coup sur le nez Elle nous a pris dans ses murailles
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici Ce n'est qu'une question de prix Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste Tout ça se paie en arrivant
Les dix dollars n'ont pas duré plus d'un repas Les filles avaient changé d'adresse Joe a failli se bagarrer deux ou trois fois Pour son accent et pour le reste
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici Ce n'est qu'une question de prix Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste Tout ça se paie en arrivant
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin Et on s'est noyé dans la ville Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin Et on s'est perdu dans la ville
La ville Est-ce qu'un jour Est-ce qu'un jour Dieu J'aurais la chance de revoir Près de la rivière Marie Est-ce qu'un jour j'aurais la chance d'avoir Une fille un fils Et de pouvoir me retrouver Entre les arbres de ma forêt Près de notre rivière
Ouais Loin de cette ville Surtout loin de cette ville
Amazing Journey Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Deaf Dumb and blind boy He's in a quiet vibration land Strange as it seems his musical dreams Ain't quite so bad
Ten years old With thoughts as bold as thought can be Loving life and becoming wise In simplicity
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know
A vague haze of delerium creeps up on me All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see He's dressed in a silver sparked Glittering gown And His golden beard flows Nearly down to the ground
Nothing to say and nothing to hear And nothing to see Each sensation makes a note in my symphony
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know
His eyes are the eyes that Transmit all they know Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show That he is your leader And he is your guide On the amazing journey together you'll ride
I Got A Right To Sing The Blues Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Ted Koehler Performer(s): Billie Holiday and multiple other artists
I got a right to sing the blues I got a right to feel low down I got a right to hang around Down around the river A certain man in this old town Keeps draggin my poor heart around All I see for me Is misery I got a right to sing the blues I got a right to moan and sigh I got a right to sit and cry Down around the river I know the deep blue sea Will soon be callin me It must be love Say what you choose I got a right to sing the blues
