Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Psychotic Reaction Composer(s): Byron Kelsey Atkinson; John Byrne; Roy Chaney; Kenn Ellner; John Michalski Performer(s): Count Five
I feel depressed, I feel so bad 'Cause you're the best girl that I've ever had I can't get your love, I can't get a fraction Oh, little girl, psychotic reaction And it feels like this!
I feel so lonely night and day I can't get your love, I must stay away Well, I need you, girl, by my side Oh, little girl, would you like to take a ride now? I can't get your love, I can't get satisfaction Oh, little girl, psychotic reaction
Psycho Composer(s): Leon Payne
Performer(s): Elvis Costello; and various other artists
Can Mary fry some fish, mama I'm as hungry as can be Oh lord, how I wish, mama You could stop the baby cryin' 'Cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night mama She was at the dance at Miller's store She was with that Jackie White mama I killed them both And they're buried under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho don't you mama I didn't mean to break your cup You think I'm psycho don't you mama You better let 'em lock me up
Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup mama As I might squeeze him too tight I'm havin' crazy dreams again mama So let me tell you 'bout last night I woke up in Johnny's room mama Standing right there by his bed With my hands around his throat mama Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you mama I just killed Johnny's pup You think I'm psycho don't you mama You'd better let 'em lock me up
Oh you recall that little girl mama I believe her name was Betty Clark Oh don't tell me that she's dead mama 'Cause I just saw her in the park We were sitting on a bench mama Thinking of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench mama Then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you mama I didn't mean to break your cup You think I'm psycho don't you mama Mama why don't you get up?
Sometime - 1961 (aka Sometimes - 1965) Composer(s): Gene Thomas First release by: Gene Thomas - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
Sometimes I cry when I'm lonely Sometimes I cry when I'm blue Right now I'm cryin' 'cause I love you I'm cryin' 'cause you don't love me too
Come on & tell me that you love me Won't you please answer yes or no Tell me if I'm your one & only So I can either stay or go, wo oh
Tell me, my darlin', if you love me Now tell me if you feel the same Tell me, my darlin', if you love me Or if all the tears I shed were shed in vain Oh tell me now
Sometimes I cry when I'm lonely Sometimes I cry when I'm blue Right now I'm cryin' 'cause I love you I'm cryin' 'cause you don't love me too
(repeat): I'm cryin' 'cause you don't love me too ...
P.S. I Love You Composer(s): Gordon Jenkins; Johnny Mercer Performer(s): The Hilltoppers; and various other artists
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line The weather's cool, the folks are fine I'm in bed each night at nine (P.S. I love you)
Yesterday we had some rain But, all in all, I can't complain Was it dusty on the train? (P.S. I love you)
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able They came around to call I burned a hole in the dining room table And let me see, I guess that's all Nothing else for me to say And so I'll close but, by the way Everybody's thinking of you (P.S. I love you)
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able The came around to call I burned a hole in the dining room table And let me see, I guess that's all Nothing else for me to say And so I'll close but, by the way Everybody's thinking of you (P.S. I love you, love you, love you, love you)
Prowler Composer(s): Steve Harris Performer(s): Iron Maiden
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty I've just got to find my way See the ladies flashing All there legs and lashes I've just got to find my way
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide What you seeing girl? Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it Can't you believe your eyes? It's the real thing girl
Got me feeling myself and reeling around Got me talking but feel like walking around Got me feeling myself and reeling a... Got me talking but nothing's with me... Got me feeling myself and reeling around
Provocación Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael
No te olvides que él y yo somos amigos Y me duele hacer contigo lo que pides sin hablar No te olvides que soy hombre y no de hierro Y hoy daría el mundo entero por no verte nunca más Tú no sigas procurando verme a solas Y acercándome tu boca cuando te voy a besar Ni me absorbas en reuniones demasiado Ni te entregues si bailamos Que la gente empieza a hablar Provocación, En tus ojos hay clara provocación En tu inquieta mirada hay provocación Y en tus suaves palabras, provocación Provocación, En tu cuerpo hay queriendo provocación En cualquier movimiento, provocación Y en tu adiós y en tu beso, provocación
Kan beyti, po 'ani noladeti, ba-mishor 'asher 'al sfat ha-yam Kan ha-khaverim 'itam gadalti, ve-'en li shum makom 'akher ba-'olam 'En li shum makom 'akher ba-'olam
Kan beyti, po 'ani sikhakti, ba-shfela 'asher 'al gav ha-har Kan min ha-be'er shatiti mayim, ve-shatalti deshe ba-midbar Ve-shatalti deshe ba-midbar
Kan noladeti, kan noldu li yeladay Kan baniti 'et beyti bi-shtey yaday Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, sof li-nduday
Kan 'et kol shiray 'ani niganti, ve-halakhti be-masa leyli Kan bi-ne'uray 'ani heganti 'al khelkat ha-'Elohim sheli 'Al khelkat ha-'Elohim sheli
Kan noladeti, kan noldu li yeladay Kan baniti 'et beyti bi-shtey yaday Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, sof li-nduday
Kan... kan 'et shulkhani 'ani 'arakhti, pat shel lekhem, perakh ra'anan Delet la-shkhenim 'ani patakhti, u-mi she-ba, nomar lo " 'Ahalan " U-mi she-ba, nomar lo " 'Ahalan "
Kan noladeti, kan noldu li yeladay Kan baniti 'et beyti bi-shtey yaday Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, sof li-nduday
Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, 'akhrey shanim alpayim
Kan noladeti, kan noldu li yeladay Kan baniti 'et beyti bi-shtey yaday Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, sof li-nduday
Kan gam 'ata 'iti ve-khan kol 'elef yediday Ve-'akhrey shanim alpayim, sof... sof li-nduday
You could show me all your photographs You could have me hanging high You could tell me about the mystery Hiding in your eyes There's one to many reasons Why I should be with you But I'll just be in season Just like you want me to You don't have to prove a thing Pretty girl pretty girl You could tell me secrets That I would only keep You can have your soup du jour When you're fast asleep When you turn me over I won't waste your time Put on your precious makeup You won't stand in line I'm standing in your doorway I know you never lock it I won't try to walk away With something in my pocket Everything you want to do It easily gets done Even on a rainy day You could pull the sun
Proud Mary Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; and various other artists
Left a good job in the city Working for the man every night and day And I never lost one minute of sleeping Worrying 'bout the way things might have been
Big wheel keeps on turnin' Proud Mary keeps on burning Rollin', rolling, rolling on the river
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis Pumped a lot of tain down in New Orleans But I never saw the good side of the city 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen
Big wheel keeps on turning Proud Mary keeps on burning Rollin', rolling, rolling on the river (2x)
If you come down to the river Bet you gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry 'cause you have [if you got] no money People on the river are happy to give
Big wheel keeps on Turin' Proud Mary keeps on burning Rollin', rolling, rolling on the river (2x)
Mrs. Robinson ((Italian Version: Mrs. Robinson (by I Royals) - 1968)) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Protégez-Moi Seigneur Composer(s): Severiano Alvarez; A. Hossein; Lucien Morisse; Andre Michel Salvet Performer(s): Dalida
Voici venir le jour et je rêve encore À mon nouvel amour chaque instant plus fort Il est en moi, il est en nous Toujours présent Plus doux, plus grand chaque jour Vous connaissez Seigneur tout mon secret Epargnez-moi les pleures que je pourrais plus tard verser Je vous confie mon avenir Faites qu'il soit Seigneur suivant vos désirs Mais cet amour nouveau faites qu'il soit De jour en jour Plus beau pour lui et moi
Du profond de mon cur Monte en moi une voix Je vous en prie Seigneur Ecoutez-la C'est la voix de l'amour C'est l'appel déchirant Qui nuit et jour Part du cur des amants Donnez-nous le bonheur Car pour nous il est tout Le parfum d'une fleur N'est pas plus doux
Protégez-moi Seigneur Je vous prie Donnez-nous le bonheur Pour toute la vie
Mrs. Thompson Composer(s): Dag Kolsrud - P.G. Roness - Karre Slevik Jr. First performance by: Just 4 Fun - 1991
Undergrunn' er alltid sen og toget ute av rute Men jobben må du rekke likevel Sjefen tror på overtid, hvis ikke er du ute Men klokka er blitt fem, så det er kveld
Og på toget hjem igjen Når du sovner, kommer drømmen av seg selv
For livet kaller, hjertet slår Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson? Og tiden bare går og går Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson? Kom igjen
Foreldremøte mandag Og tirsdag foran TV'n Og onsdag gjør hun yoga for seg selv Torsdag kommer jentene På fredag er det huset Talglys og rødvin lørdag kveld
Hele søndagen i seng Når hun sover, kommer drømmen om igjen
For livet kaller, hjertet slår Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson? Og tiden bare går og går Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson? Kom igjen
For livet kaller, hjertet slår Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson? Og tiden bare går og går Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?
La meg presentere deg for alle tiders Mrs. Thompson En hverdagshelt som viser vei Trå til og gjør det, Mrs. Thompson Kom igjen
For livet kaller, hjertet slår Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson? Og tiden bare går og går Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?
Prostíbulo Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Hay una casa en el barrio que tiene loco a nuestro vecindario Duerme de día y abre por las noches su balcón
Y una lamparita roja que mueve el viento sobre la ventana está anunciando que aún quedan camas por ocupar
Todos sonríen en el gran salón La de cincuenta y la de veintidós
Bueno, bueno, bueno, bueno... todos sonríen porque esto va en serio Al Almirante alguien el ha ocupado su sillón
Tengo una de catorce ojitos negros con la piel de bronce No sabe mucho pero es una buena adquisición
Todos sonríen en el gran salón La de catorce su puerta cerró...
Y sube la cerveza de los pies a la cabeza La tristeza que se aleja en un vaso de licor Y en el baño alguien se queja y vomita su calor Cañerías bajo tierra que se llevan su dolor
Sube la cerveza del salón hacia las piezas Y en el piano toca y toca un antiguo profesor Sólo queda una pareja en un cómodo sillón y un borracho que ahora pide "un café para Platón".
Cuando llega la mañana El sol no trepa por las escaleras La lavandera baja ropa ajena para limpiar
Y la lamparita roja sigue encendida aunque acabó la cosa La de catorce salió con bufanda a comprar el pan
Ya nadie ríe en el gran salón "cambia ese espejo que alguien lo quebró"
Y sube la cerveza de los pies a la cabeza La tristeza que se aleja en un vaso de licor Y en el baño alguien se queja y vomita su calor Cañerías bajo tierra que se llevan su dolor
Y sube la cerveza del salón hacia las piezas y en el piano toca y toca el antiguo profesor Sólo queda una pareja en el cómodo sillón El gatito de la casa se ha comido su ratón
Somethin' Goin' On Composer(s): Al Kooper Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears; Al Kooper
You know I woke up this mornin' people the first thing I did was to look into your eyes in that space where I used to find so much truthfulness there was a stone cold pack of lies
You know that somethin' goin' on Somethin' goin' on and I don't know what it is Somethin's goin' on people All right
I went on down to the mailbox seems I got the phone bill yesterday charging me for some hour conversations from someone in L.A.!
I know that somethin' goin' on Somethin' goin' on, what is it Somethin' goin' on, how about that I better get to the bottom of that
Now wait a minute! I wanna hear you blow now
Go ahead, go ahead I want you to blow for all the men whose women don't keep a true love now I want you to blow for all the people who have to face an empty bed now Go ahead, blow one for yourself Blow one for me too Yeah, listen You got to love your woman in the morning You got to love your woman in the night You got to love your woman all the time, to make her feel all right You got to give her what she wants When she wants it, how she wants it, anytime she might think she wants it ahhhhhhhhhhh When you're lovin' your woman people And both of you know the score You know it makes a long-time man suspicious To come home, to an unlocked door Bound to know, somethin' goin' on Somethin' goin' on, but you don't know what it is Somethin' goin' on people I better get to the bottom of this, look out! ...
Prospettiva Nevski Composer(s): Franco Battiato; Giusto Pio Performer(s): Franco Battiato; Alice
Un vento a trenta gradi sotto zero incontrastato sulle piazze vuote e contro i campanili a tratti come raffiche di mitra disintegrava i cumuli di neve
E intorno i fuochi delle guardie rosse accesi per scacciare i lupi e vecchie coi rosari E intorno i fuochi delle guardie rosse accesi per scacciare i lupi e vecchie coi rosari
Seduti sui gradini di una chiesa aspettavamo che finisse messa e uscissero le donne poi guardavamo con le facce assenti la grazia innaturale di Nijinsky
E poi di lui si innamorò perdutamente il suo impresario e dei balletti russi E poi di lui si innamorò perdutamente il suo impresario e dei balletti russi
L'inverno con la mia generazione le donne curve sui telai vicine alle finestre un giorno sulla prospettiva Nevskij per caso vi incontrai Igor Stravinsky
E gli orinali messi sotto i letti per la notte e un film di Ejzenstejn sulla rivoluzione E gli orinali messi sotto i letti per la notte e un film di Ejzenstejn sulla rivoluzione
E studiavamo chiusi in una stanza la luce fioca di candele e lampade a petrolio e quando si trattava di parlare aspettavamo sempre con piacere
E il mio maestro mi insegnò com'è difficile trovare l'alba dentro l'imbrunire E il mio maestro mi insegnò com'è difficile trovare l'alba dentro l'imbrunire
