Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Citizen Of The Planet Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
I am a citizen of the planet I was born here Im going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams At the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to believe That the future we perceive Lies in danger and the dangers increase Who are we to demand That the leaders of the land Hear the voices of reason and peace
We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were going to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to deny What my eyes can clearly see And raise a child with a flame in his heart Who are we to believe That these thoughts are so naïve When weve all disagreed from the start
We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were gong to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
G.I. Haircut Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Gee, I got a G.I. haircut Gee, it's not a pretty haircut I am such an awful sad guy since I cut my hair Gee, I got a G.I. haircut And I wouldn't care but No more girls give me the glad eye With my head so bare. Army barbers sure are wizards Up and down they go with scissors Soon your hair is on the floor And "Boom" brother, there ain't no more When I told him how I want it Trimmed a bit with hair oil on it Nineteen yard birds held me there And Gee I got a G.I. haircut
(Johnny got a haircut, haircut, haircut Johnny got a haircut just like mine)
I dream of Johnny but his light brown hair Seems to be lying `neath an army barber's chair
No more side burns, they're too fancy Nothin' quite so fancy pantsy Says his stuff is what it's called And "Boom" brother, they leave you bald I was sure it wouldn't happen But the barber caught me nappin' When I climbed into his chair And Gee, I got a G.I. haircut
The Queen Of Hearts ((Swedish Version: När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn (Agnetha Fältskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
So you're losing tonight Nothing seems to go right You keep playing the wrong cards, don't you Someone's throwing the dice And you need some advice So you listen to me now, won't you You don't know what's at stake That your heart's gonna break If you don't watch yourself tonight The Queen of Hearts is back in town Still wears the crown She does not intend to abdicate She'll be playing it cool She'll make you feel like a fool And you will never know if she will play it straight The Queen of Hearts is back again And it's you she wants my friend You'll see how well she knows her game You're a loser from the very start Because she deals for your heart For as long as you know You've been running the show Always played at the winning table Now you know you should leave There's no ace up your sleeve But you feel that you are unable And you know what's at stake That your heart's gonna break If you don't watch yourself tonight The Queen of Hearts is back in town Still wears the crown She does not intend to abdicate She'll be playing it cool She'll make you feel like a fool And you will never know if she will play it straight The Queen of Hearts is back again And it's you she wants my friend You'll see how well she knows her game You're a loser from the very start Because she deals for your heart
Citizen Kane
Composer(s): Skip Battin - Kim Fowley
Performer(s): The Byrds; The Flying Burrito Brothers
Fat ugly fat man swam In a red tire made of stone A painted lady paddled next to him With two poodles on her lap Garbo quietly picked a flower While the chauffeur won his check again And Barrymore took a noon day nap And diamonds fell like rain Cisco Kid and a bald headed waitress Trapped 'neath a bed of brass The french cook served them chocolates And some cold cuts on the grass Louilla ripped her zebra pants In the polo lounge And Errol Flynn was not let in Cause he was coming down
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
Valentino suddenly appeared In his midnight blue tuxedo Had a falcon on his shoulder Eating chicken from his hands And Fatty Arbuckle waddled by On way to the bath house green Frankenstein ate the leading lady And licked the carcass clean
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
G.I. Blues From the film "G.I. Blues" Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley; HellBillys
They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine Gimme a muddy old creek in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow I'd blow my next month's pay for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march And they don't give the Purple Heart for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass 'Cause there's always a sign saying: "Keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
The Queen Of 1964 Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Anyone who's played on a record date Will remember Stage-Door-Jenny Well, I saw her last night and man, she looked Like she wasn't gettin' any (Awwwwwwwww!) Rock and roll kinda took its toll When she shed her inhibitions Too many scenes in limousines And dressing room intermissions
She was the queen of 1964 But the truth of the matter is Nobody wants her anymore There was a time she could've shown you how But nobody wants an overage groupie now
When it came to a superstar Jenny was a bragger She spread it all around to everyone in town That she once had Mick Jagger (Ooooooooooh!) There's no doubt when the truth comes out True love will always conquer She didn't get Mick but she got a kick And a black eye from Bianca
She was the queen of 1964 What a pity she became a shadow of the girl She was before She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow But nobody wants an overage groupie now
I'm afraid that the Morning Trade Had a sad obiturary There'll be no more Jenny at the door They took her to the cemetary (Awwwwwwwwwww!) Just an autograph book and a stereo There was no one she was close ta She was found with her arms around An Elvis Presley poster
She was the queen of 1964 Tonight there'll be a moment of silence At the Troubadour There was a time she could've shown you how But nobody wants an overage groupie now But nobody wants an overage groupie now
Cities Composer(s): David Byrne Performer(s): Talking Heads
Think of London, a small city It's dark, dark in the daytime The people sleep, sleep in the daytime If they want to, if they want to
Chorus
I'm checking them out I'm checking them out I got it figured out I got it figured out There's good points and bad points Find a city Find myself a city to live in
There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses Look over there!... A dry ice factory A good place to get some thinking done
Down el Paso way things get pretty spread out People got no idea where in the world they are They go up north and come back south Still got no idea where in the world they are Did I forget to mention, to mention Memphis Home of Elvis and the ancient greeks Do I smell? I smell home cooking It's only the river, it's only the river
(Give Me Back My) Name Composer(s): David Byrne Performer(s)): Talking Heads
There's a word for it And words don't mean a thing There's name for it And names make all the difference in the world Some things can never be spoken Some things cannot be pronounced That word does not exist in any language It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let X make a statement Let breath pass through those cracked lips That man was my hero And now that word has been taken from us Some things can never be spoken Some things cannot be pronounced That word does not exist in any language It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name Give me back my name Something has been changed in my life Something has been changed in my life Something must be returned to us Something must me returned to us
(Girls, Girls, Girls) Made To Love Composer(s): Phil Everly Performer(s): Eddie Hodges
My father looked at me one day said "Son, it's plain to see That you're getting older and should have a talk with me You'll soon be going on lots of dates as to a man you grow And there's one important thing ev'ry boy should know"
And that is Girls, girls, girls were made to love Girls, girls, girls were made to love That's why some have eyes of blue That's why some stand five foot two 'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
One day soon you'll have a date and you'll take her home that night Then you'll find you'll wonder would a kiss be right The more you look, the more you'll find those doubts will fill your head But think real hard and you might recall what your ol' Dad said"
He said that Girls, girls, girls were made to love Girls, girls, girls were made to love That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street That's why their kisses taste awful sweet 'Cause girls, girls, girls were made to love
"Then you'll meet that special girl who'll sweep your off your feet You'll want to say you love her, but you'll find it hard to speak This is a time when you'll find it's better left unsaid Just tell 'er like I told your Mom, with a kiss instead"
Girls, girls, girls were made to love Girls, girls, girls were made to love That's why ya watch 'em walk down the street That's why their kisses taste awful sweet 'cause girls, girls, girls were made to love Girls, girls, girls were made to love Girls, girls, girls were made ........ Fade
The Pusher Composer(s): Hoyt Axton First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
You know I smoked a lot of grass Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills But I've never touched nothin' That my spirit couldn't kill You know I've seen a lot of people walking 'round With tombstones in their eyes But the pusher don't care If you live -- or if you die God Damn! The pusher God Damn! The pusher I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man You know the dealer, the dealer is a man With a lump of grass in his hand But the pusher is a monster Not a natural man The dealer for a nickel Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams Ah... but the pusher will ruin your body Lord he'll leave your mind to scream God Damn! The pusher God Damn! God damn the pusher I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man Well now if I were the president of this land You know I'd declare total war on the pusher man I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he run And I'd kill him with my bible, and my razor and my gun... God Damn! The pusher God damn the pusher I said God damn! God damn the pusher man!
Cita Con Ángeles Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Desde los tiempos más remotos vuelan los ángeles guardianes siempre celosos de sus votos contra atropellos y desmanes Junto a las cunas infantiles junto a los tristes moribundos cuentan que velan los gentiles seres con alas de otro mundo
Cuando este ángel surca el cielo no hay nada que se le asemeje El fin de su apurado vuelo es la sentencia de un hereje no se distraiga ni demore todo es ahora inoportuno Va rumbo al campo de las flores donde la hoguera espera a Bruno
Se lanza un ángel de la altura caída libre que da frío La orden de su jefatura es descender hasta Dos Ríos Es 19 y también mayo monte de espuma y madre sierra cuando otro ángel a caballo cae con los pobres de la tierra
Dicen que al filo de la una un angelote compasivo pasó delante de la luna sobrevolando los olivos Y cuentan que con mala maña fue tiroteado su abanico justo a la hora que en España se asesinaba a Federico
Un bello arcángel aletea junto a un gran pájaro de hierro Procura que un hombre lo vea para ahuyentar cien mil destierros Pero el arcángel se sofoca y un ala azul se le lastima y el ave negra abre la boca cuando atraviesan Hiroshima
Dejando un surco luminoso por sobre Memphis, Tennessee pasó volando presuroso un ser alado en frenesí Iba vistiéndose de luto iba llorando el querubín e iba contando los minutos de Dios y Martin Luther King
El ángel pasa bajo un puente después rodea un rascacielos Parque Central, lleno de gente no se da cuenta de su vuelo Cuánta utopía será rota y cuánto de imaginación cuando a la puerta del Dakota las balas derriben a John
Septiembre aúlla todavía su doble saldo escalofriante todo sucede un mismo día gracias a un odio semejante Y el mismo ángel que allá en Chile vio bombardear al presidente ve las dos torres con sus miles cayendo inolvidablemente
Desesperados, los querubes toman los cielos de la tierra y con sus lápices de nubes pintan adioses a las guerras El mundo llena los balcones y exclama al fin: esta es mi lucha pero el señor de los cañones no mira al cielo ni lo escucha
Pobres los ángeles urgentes que nunca llegan a salvarnos ¿Será que son incompetentes o que no hay forma de ayudarnos? Para evitarles más dolores y cuentas del sicoanalista seamos un tilín mejores y mucho menos egoístas
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky Spanish Title: Jinetes En El Cielo Composer(s): Stan Jones Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A ploughin' thru the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves wuz made of steel Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered thru the sky For he saw the riders comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to atch that herd but they ain't caught them yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire As they ride on, hear their cry Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies" Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o The ghost herd in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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Dean Martin's version:
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A ploughin' thru the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o The ghost herd in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies" Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o The ghost herd in the sky
The ghost herd in the sky Yippee-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky
The Puppy Song Composer(s): Harry Nilsson First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Dreams are nothing more than wishes And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true
If only I could have a puppy I'd call myself so very lucky Just to have some company To share a cup of tea with me I'd take my puppy everywhere La la la la I wouldn't care Then we'll stay away from crowds With sites that say no dogs allowed Oh we... I know he'd never bite me We... I know he'd never bite me
If only I could have a friend Who sticks with me until the ned And walk along beside the sea To share a bit of moon with me I'd take my friend most everywhere La la la la I wouldn't care And we'll stay away from crowds With sites that say no friends allowed Oh we... we'd be so happy to be... We... we'd be so happy to be together
But dreams are nothing more than wishes And a wish's just a dream you wish to come true Dreams are nothing more than wishes (Your wish will come true) And a wish's just a dream (Your wish will come true) Your wish to come true (Your wish will come true)
Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir Italian Title: Pensiamoci Ogni Sera Composer(s): Carlo Pes; Gianni Boncompagni; Jimmy Fontana Performer(s): Dalida
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil Ou tous deux on pourra voir la nuit qui s'éveille Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Je pense à toi souvent je m'ennuie loin de toi Et quand revient le printemps je suis trop seul sans toi Mais j'ai le cur plein d'espoirs Puisqu'on se retrouve chaque soir Dans un petit coin du ciel au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras Et qui sait si on se reverra Pourtant au fond de moi je sais je sais je sais Oh rien n'a changé Et d'ici là, tu seras près de moi Tout près de moi
Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil Tous deux on pourra voir La nuit qui s'éveille Et l'on se dira tout bas tous les mots qu'on ne s'écrit pas Rendez-vous chaque soir Au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras Et qui sait si on se reverra Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais Oh rien n'a changé Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi Tout près de moi
Rendez-vous chaque soir au couché du soleil
Qui sait quand tu me reviendras Et qui sait si on se reverra Pourtant au fond de moi je sais Je sais, je sais Oh rien n'a changé Et d'ici là tu seras près de moi tout près de moi
Rendez vous chaque soir au couché du soleil Ou tous deux on pourra voir La nuit qui s'éveille Et l'on se dira tout bas Tous les mots...
The Proud One Composer(s): Bob Gaudio - Bob Crewe Performer(s): The Osmonds; Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons
Livin' is dyin' 'Cause love you've left me cryin' Now there's no use tryin' to go on
Each night I dream baby, pretendin' There'll be a happy endin' Burnin' down deep inside Got a heartbreak that I can't hide (Down inside, deep down inside)
I'm not the proud one, I need you I'm beggin' to you baby, please You're the proud one, believe me This poor man is down on his knees
Baby, please
Oh baby, remember The love we shared so tender Hoping that forever you'd me mine
I wish you could hear me, oh baby If only you were near me I didn't know what I had Don't ya know that I feel so bad (Didn't know, I didn't know)
I'm not the proud one, I need you I'm beggin' to you baby, please You're the proud one, believe me This poor man is down on his knees
I'm not the proud one, I need you I'm beggin' to you baby, please You're the proud one, believe me This poor man is down on his knees
I'm not the proud one, I need you I'm beggin' to you baby, please You're the proud one, believe me This poor man is down on his knees
Ciribiribin ((Dutch, English, & French Versions: Chiribiribin (Willy & Willeke Alberti); Ciribiribin (They're So in Love) (Harry James); Ciribiribin (Elyane Célis)) Composer(s): Alberto Pestalozza - Carlos Tiochet Performer(s): Grace Moore and multiple other artists
Su, finiscila coi baci bel moruccio birichin e non vedi tu la luna che dal ciel fa capolin?
E se pur la luna spia noi lasciamola guardar anche il pallido suo raggio ci consiglia a seguitar
Ma poi, chissá cosa dirà? E via, dirà, cosa dirà, dirà, dirà Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin Ciríbiribin
Ciribiribin che bel faccin che sguardo dolce ed assassin
Ciribiribin che bel nasin che bei dentin che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin che bel nasin che bei dentin che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin che bel nasin che bei dentin che bel bocchin
Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin che bel faccin!
