Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Smuggler's Blues Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin
There's trouble on the street tonight, I can feel it in my bones I had a premonition that he should not go alone I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill So baby, here's your ticket, and the suitcase in your hand Here's a little money, now we'll do it just the way we planned You be cool for twenty hours, and I'll pay you twenty grand I'm sorry it went down like this, but someone had to lose It's the nature of the business, it's the smuggler's blues The sailors and the pilots, the soldiers and the law The payoffs and the ripoffs and the things nobody saw Don't matter if it's heroin, cocaine or hash, You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash There's lots of shady characters and lots of dirty deals Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal Perhaps you'd understand it better standing in my shoes It's the ultimate enticement, it's the smuggler's blues
You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away They move it through Miami and sell it in LA They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru You ask any D.A., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do From the office of the president right down to me and you Me and you It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues
Telegram Composer(s): Michael Kunze; Silvester Levay First performance by: Silver Convention - 1977
Since you've gone - I'm all alone - Stop Just can't make it on my own - Stop Operator did you get the line Rush a cable for I've got no time - Gotta send a Telegram Telegram to my Baby Yes I'm gonna send a Telegram Telegram And then maybe He won't keep me yearnin' Tonight he'll be on his way Tomorrow he'll be here to stay Help me Ma'am I can't wait another day Please forgive the things I said - Stop Didn't mean to make you sad - Stop Operator I'll pay any rate If my message will not be too late - Gotta send a Telegram
I was such a fool to let him go Too proud to show that I love him so Gotta send a Telegram
Poissons morts Qui descendez le cours des fleuves Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Des fleurs
Poissons morts Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière Poissons morts Les hommes jettent des barrières Toujours entre eux et le bonheur Et le bonheur Poissons morts Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses Poissons morts Que la graisse de mitrailleuse N'est pas la brillantine des dieux N'est pas la brillantine des dieux De Dieu
Poissons morts Qui descendez cette rivière Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je me perds en longs discours Méchants discours...
Smorgasbord Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring I do, don't you? 'Course you do But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide The sun's shining bright Everything seems all right When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We've gained notoriety And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games They call it impiety And lack of propriety And quite a variety Of unpleasant names But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free Why don't you come with me And we'll poison the pigeons in the park And maybe we'll do In a squirrel or two While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strych'nine We feed to a pigeon (It just takes a smidgin!) To poison a pigeon in the park
Casanova
Composer(s): Svein Strugstad - Jonathan King
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1977
See the workman standing in the crowd Can he hear your heart? It beats so loud Eyes so blue and head so gold Can't believe what you been told When he looks at you, you feel so proud
Every girl's excited by his smile He's handsome, he's charming, he's got style Listen, girl, I'm warning you Don't go through what I went through You're just another entry for his file
In the night you'll hear Casanova When the stars are shining bright up in the sky In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
He can come for every girl in town Hold you close, then run and let you down Love for him is just a game Every girl is just the same Just another jewel for his crown
In the night you'll hear Casanova When the stars are shining bright up in the sky In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova) When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan) In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova) When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan) In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
Poison Whiskey Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Tishamingo
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor 'Hey doctor, won't you check his head?' The only thing that was wrong with him Was Johnny Walker's Red He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead
It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head 'Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead' He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead
Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor The doctor's gonna shake his head The only thing he's gonna tell ya 'Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy'
Smooth Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999
Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Poison Ivy Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller Performer(s): The Coasters
She comes on like a rose But everybody knows She'll get you in Dutch You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
She's pretty as a daisy But look out man she's crazy She'll really do you in If you let her get under your skin
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Poison Heart Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey Performer(s): The Ramones; and various other artists
No one ever thought this one would survive Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind Lock you in a dream, never let you go Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Making friends with a homeless torn up man He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up There's danger on every corner but I'm okay Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul So much damn confusion before my eyes But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives
I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
Smoking Gun Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray Performer(s): Robert Cray
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun
Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun
I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun
Yeah still hot, smokin gun Yes they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Oh they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Knocked me down, taken it
Smokin' In The Boys' Room Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973
How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case? From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time But I found a way to get out of 'em Let me tell you about it!
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!" Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
All right! Oh, put me to work, in the school book store Check out counter and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later, you know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was) Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
One mo'! Smokin' in the boys' room Oh, smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque Composer(s): Tony Romeo Performer(s): The Partridge Family
Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes
Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near 'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home
Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time She didn't know who or where she was "And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine" Real good friend of mine
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque And help me get home, help me get home
Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home
Une Petite Française Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977
Je n'suis pas Marilyn Je n'aime pas la nuit Et dans les magazines Je ne lis pas ma vie Je suis une provinciale Je n'ai pas lu Pascal J'ai une vie normale C'est presque original
Une petite française Née en Provence Quand elle avait quinze ans Vint à Paris Épousa la chanson Ne changea pas son nom Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui Une petite française Née en Provence Loin de ses jeux d'enfants S'était enfuie A-t-elle eu bien raison De quitter sa maison Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Je n'suis pas une idole Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit Je vis mes années folles Toujours loin de Paris Et sans avoir de Rolls Il n'y a pas mieux je crois Quand je vois quelques gosses Qui jouent autour de moi
Une petite française Née en Provence Quand elle avait quinze ans Vint à Paris Épousa la chanson Ne changea pas son nom Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui Une petite française Née en Provence Loin de ses jeux d'enfants S'était enfuie A-t-elle eu bien raison De quitter sa maison Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Point Blank Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Do you still say your prayers little darlin' do you go to bed at night Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright But tommorow's fall in number in number one by one You wake up and you're dying you don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between the eyes, baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that they tell Little girl you fell
You grew up where young girls they grow up fast You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked but what they asked baby wasn't right you didn't have to live that life I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet These days you don't wait on Romeo's you wait on that welfare check and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have and on all the promises
That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank and it's one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be We were standin' at the bar it was hard to hear The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go
Well I saw you last night down on the avenue Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain You didn't answer when I called out your name You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away
Point blank, right between the eyes Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell Point blank, shot right through the heart
Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away Point blank, they caught you in their sights Point blank, did you forget how to love girl, did you forget how to fight Point blank they must have shot you in the head 'Cause point blank bang bang baby you're dead
Smokin' Composer(s): Bradley Delp; Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston
We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock and roll You've gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control We're getting' high today We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin' We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin' Smokin' Smokin' I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Get your feet to the floor everybody rock and roll You've got nothing' to lose it's just rhythm and blues that's all You're gonna feel okay We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin' We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin' Smokin' Smokin' I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to a boogie tonight Clap you hands, move your feet, if you don't know it won't see right We're getting' high today We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight Yea you know we're getting high today We'll pick you up and take you way get down tonight...Alright!
Point Composer(s): Françoise Hardy Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien Mal en point Et il me tient Fort comme un point Faible sait faire à ce point C'est un point pas acquis Un point noir dans ma vie Jamais un point d'appuis Point Pour faire le point J'essaie de l'interroger plus ou moins C'est en vain De point en point Je tourne en rond Point d'interrogation Point sensible qui fait mal Et pourtant point vital Et peut-être point final Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien Mal en point Et il me tient Fort comme un point Faible sait faire à ce point Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien...
