Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Born To Sing Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978
I said: "It would never work" You said: "Let us try" I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry" And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music (Couldn't stop the music) No, I couldn't stop the music Because I... Hey, I was born... Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing
Poor Butterfly Composer(s): Hubble; Golden Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Theres a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterflys her name A sweet little innocent child was she Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day And he taught her how to love the American way To love with a soul twas easy to learn Then he sailed away with a promise to return
Poor Butterfly neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears She murmurs low The moon and I Know that hell be faithful Im sure hell come to me by and by But if he wont come back Then Ill never sigh or cry I just must die Poor Butterfly
Snortin' Whiskey Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
All over town I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down
I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane Insanity
L'oiseau Et L'enfant Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau
Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent Belle la chanson naissante des vagues Abandonnées au sable blanc
Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète Qui en chantant, invente l'amour Pour que la vie s'habille de fête Et que la nuit se change en jour
Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds Où les matins effeuillent les rêves Pour nous donner un monde d'amour L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.
Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde Viens allumer mon soleil noir Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière Pour ceux qui ont un cur d'enfant
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
Poor Boy Blues Composer(s): Paul Kennerley Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins
Do I want you? Yes I do Do I need you? Baby you know it's true But I ain't got nothin' that you can use So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues
One day, baby, you will see You're gonna give all your love to me I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues
Pick it son, pick it nice Things won't always be the same Someday soon, everything will change You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron (Italian Version: Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso) Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler First release by: The Royal Guardsmen - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
After the turn of the century In the clear blue skies over Germany Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird Up in the sky, a man in a plane Baron von Richthofen was his name Eighty men tried, and eighty men died Now they're buried together on the countryside
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
In the nick of time, a hero arose A funny-looking dog with a big black nose He flew into the sky to seek revenge But the Baron shot him down--"Curses, foiled again!"
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan He challenged the German to a real dogfight While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany ...
Poor Boy (The Greenwood) Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland And I've travelled many days to reach this place
to make my stand Oh, I fell in with a merry band and drank away the hours
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
The city boys and the country boys they come from miles around To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand Of the thieving dukes and abbots and the gentry of the land
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home The dancing girls and the open fires, and the wine that flows like water
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso (Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966) Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber
Achtung Achtung! Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?
Questa è la storia senza pietà Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì L'uccello di guerra nacque così In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì E col suo apparecchio veloce salì Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Ogni speranza piano piano svanì Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Poor Boy Composer(s): Elvis Presley Performer(s): Elvis Presley
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow I don't have a horse to pull the plow But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I got a dolly like you I got a dolly like I got a dolly like you
A Million In One, Two, Three Composer(s): Luc Smets First performance by: Dream Express - 1977
A million in one, two, three Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire now
I've got the look, but never got the money Just a ten quid flat on the second floor Too doo doo too too too doo... Had a dream: holiday in Cannes A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire now
My bedroom wall's covered with glamour The Lido in December would not be bad Too doo doo too too too doo... Ships and sails, Formula races Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
I've got the look, but never got the money Just a ten quid flat on the second floor Too doo doo too too too doo... Had a dream: holiday in Cannes Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his Too doo doo too too too doo...
Joining your big company Could bring me wealth and sympathy Think you've got some extra needs? Hey, hey, hey...
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Need a million in one, two, three I'm not too clumsy, as you can see I've got the feeling inside of me Feel my need and desire
Need a million in one, two, three Can't you do a little work for me? Mister President, can't you see? I'm never gonna get higher
Poor Baby Composer(s): Tony Romeo Performer(s): The Cowsills
Poor Baby, something always bringing you down If you look for it baby, there's so much unhappiness all around Don't cry, your daddy gonna buy your one-way ticket to sunshine Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Don't fret, your daddy gonna fetch your one-way ticket to happiness Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see Poor Baby, try to feel better Nothing's as bad as it may seem Poor Baby, under the weather Try to close your eyes and dream Think of the good times (good times) Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Sniper Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It is an early Monday morning The sun is becoming bright on the land No one is watching as he comes a walking Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing The sound of the silence when no one was there
I didn't really know him He was kind of strange Always sort of sat there He never seemed to change
He reached the catwalk He put done his burden The four sided clock began to chime Seven AM, the day is beginning So much to do and so little time
He looks at the city where no one had known him He looks at the sky where no one looks down He looks at his life and what it has shown him He looks for his shadow it cannot be found
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch Even as a baby he never smiled too much No no No no
You bug me, she said Your ugly, she said Please hug me, I said But she just sat there With the same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home When I'm home Take me home
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun He stacked up the cartridges along the wall He knew he would need them for his conversation If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all
He said Listen you people I've got a question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow I found a way that will get me an answer Been waiting to ask you 'till now Right now!
Am I? I am a lover whose never been kissed Am I? I am a fighter whose not made a fist Am I? If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed How do I know I exist? Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me? Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye It blew her through the window wedged her against the door Reality poured from her face, staining the floor
He was kind of creepy Sort of a dunce I met him at the corner bar I only dated the poor boy once That's all Just once, that was all
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls
Thirty-seven people got his message so far Yes, he was reaching them right were they are
They set up an assault team They asked for volunteers They had to go and get him, that much was clear And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn No no No no
They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me Stay in the bright light too long It's getting on noon now, it's goin' to be soon now But oh, what a wonderful sound!
Mama, won't you nurse me? Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness Mama, it's getting worse for me Won't you please make me warm and mindless?
Mama, yes you have cursed me I never will forgive you for your blindness I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me And I can hear them coming for me Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear Not any more though they've blasted the door
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?" They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun With their final fusillade his answer had come
Am I? There is no way that you can hide me Am I? Though you have put your fire inside me Am I? You've given me my answer can't you see? I was! I am! and now I Will Be I Will Be!!!
Pony Time Composer(s): John Berry; Don Covay Performer(s): Chubby Checker; and various other artists
It's pony time Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Hey now let's party with the union hall It's pony time when ya hear this call So get with it Don't quit it Get up
Do the pony with your partner With a big boss line Well anyway ya do it You're gonna look real fine So get with it Don't quit it Get up
Now ya turn to the left when I say gee You turn to the right when I say haw Now gee, ya ya baby Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Gonna see little Suzie, who lives next door She's doin' the pony, she's takin' the floor Eeea ah, so get with it, don't quit it, come on Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
Do the pony with your partner Oh in a big boss line But anyway you do it You're gonna look just fine So get with it Don't quit it Come on Eeeaaah
Now you turn to the left when I say gee You turn to the right when I say haw Now gee, ya ya little baby Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo
From where you are you see the smoke start to arise where they play cards And you walk over softly moving passed the guards The stakes are getting higher You can feel it in your heart He calls you bluff He is the ace you never thought he played that much And now it's more than all this cards you want to touch You never know if winning this could really be enough Take a look, beyond the moon you see the stars And when you look around, you know the room by heart I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this How many times have I been waiting by the door to hear these chimes? To hear that some one debonaire has just a arrived And opened up to see my world before my eyes That silhouette creates an image on the night I can't forget It has the scent of something special, I can't rest If I resist temptation, oh I know for sure that I will lose the bet I walk away and suddenly it seems I'm not alone In front of me he stands -- I stop, before he goes I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this? I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this When everything you think is incomplete Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek Could you ever dream it? I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
Pony Boy Composer(s): Dickey Betts Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Don't worry for me Well I'm all right Lord knows I'm having A natural good time Pocket full of money Gonna boogie all night There ain't nobody tell me that's crime
Chorus: When morning comes and it's time to go Pony boy carry me home Pony boy carry me home
All right mama Let me see you do that thing now
Band is jumping and so am I I'm just groovin', can't stop movin' My ole man's got that ole eagle eye But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'
Chorus
I feel a change coming on Come on, mama! Here it comes now Papa's with you now
Look out the door There beside that tree Well, that's my pony, looking after me Front feet doing the shuffle Back feet, too Blow them good old Georgia blues
Sneaky Snake Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake Now maybe you wont see him, maybe you wont hear But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin' Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin' I dont like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer
And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin' Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin' I don't like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Sei escrever o teu nome Na ponta fina do lápis Mais não vou repetir O que tu já sabes Teus olhos são labaredas Avermelhados e tristes Dentro do corpo cansado A paixão resiste Esta paixão violenta Que dilacera minhalma Este medo anestesia E mata minha calma
La luz de la liberdad En el nuevo mundo mi vida La esperança el amor Mi tierra querida... Terra a terra Chão a chão Retumbante coração
Ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Tuo neito noita on Hän luo voimalla kohtalon Hän vailla on seuraa ja lohduttamaton Ja siksi loihtii hän noituen Hän luo voimalla loitsujen Hän tavalla Seidan näin miehen kutsua saa
Hei... ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Mies lähti Pohjolaan Tie käy kuunnellen vaistoaan Mies rakastuu noitaan Hän on ihminen maan Ja siksi on neidon mentävä Hän on noidista lentävä Käy tulella taivaan ja loitsut kaikuen soi
Hei... ma na na... Ma na na na ma na na... Ma na na na ma na... Ma na na na ni na na na...
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu Noin noidan joiku kutsuen soi: Ma na na na...
(Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia, Lapponia)
( Ma na na... (Ma na na na ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma na...) (Ma na na na ni na na na...)
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu
Lapponia - tämä on Lapponia Josta Pohjan kauniin neitosen kutsu kaikuu (Ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma na na...) (Ma na na na ma...)
Ponta De Lança Africano (Umbabarauma) Composer(s): Jorge Ben Performer(s): Jorge Ben
Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol
Joga bola, joga bola, jogador Joga bola, joga bola, corócondô Pula, cai, levanta, mete, gol, falta, cabeceia, chuta e agradece Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia nessa tarde de domingo só para lhe ver jogar
Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol Umbabarauma, homem gol
