Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Spanish Pipedream Composer(s): John Prine First release by: John Prine - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of my neck And these are the words she spoke
Blow up your T.V. Throw away your paper Go to the country Build you a home Plant a little garden Eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own
Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do
Blow up your T.V. Throw away your paper Go to the country Build you a home Plant a little garden Eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face I said "You must know the answer" She said, "No but I'll give it a try" And to this very day we've been livin' our way And here is the reason why
We blew up our T.V. Threw away our paper Went to the country Built us a home Had a lot of children Fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own
Heat Wave ((aka (We're Having A) Heat Wave))
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Marilyn Monroe
Oh! We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
She certainly can can-can
She started a heat wave by letting her seat wave
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee, gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
Having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave, the way that she moves
That thermometer proves that she certainly can.....
(What's your name honey? Pablo) Certainly can....
(Chico, Miguelito, Pablo, Chico, Miguelito).....oh, can-can
Pablo, it's saying here in the weather report
It's saying a fairly warm air is moving in from..
(Where?) Jamaica
Moderately high air pressure will cover the NE and..
(Where else?) The Deep South
Small danger of (what?) Fruit frost!
Hot and humid nights can be expected
Vincent 95, Guadeloupe 97, Santo Domingo 99
Pardon me? 105?
We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
I certainly can can-can
I started this heat wave in such a way
That the customers say that I certainly can can-can
The man who need makes the mercury rise to 93
We're having a heat wave, a tropical, a tropical heat wave
The way that I move, that thermometer grooves
(She certainly, certainly, certainly can}
I certainly, certainly, certainly can can-can
Harvest Of Love Composer(s): Benny Hill Performer(s): Benny Hill; The Rockin' Berries
I rise at six and then I feed the chicks And I'm feeling lonesome and blue And when I milk the cow it seems, somehow My thoughts keep straying to you And as the horse and I plough the field nearby Your memory I can't erase For while I walk at the rear of the horse, my dear I seem to see your face
Chorus: I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion Water it with warm desire and then I'll reap the harvest of love
Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me When I met you at the village dance But you was in the ladies' excuse me at the time I thought I would never have a chance But you let me walk you home across Blatt's Meadow And I knew that with you I should be a hit 'Cause I got an old cow to get up walk away So that you'd have somewhere nice and dry to sit
Chorus
Side by side we will take a ride In my horse and buggy one day And when the daylight ends and the night descends And my horse'll run out of hay And I will kiss your lips, those tempting lips The only ones that can thrill me And I would hold you tight 'neath the stars so bright If the wife ever finds out she'll kill me
Lady Alpine Blue Composer(s): Ilia Lagutenko First performance by: Mumiy Troll - 2001
To love newcomers' fashion Oh so special You may want to believe me But hey your Alpine eyes of blue Here's my Siberian hymn for you We better stay or rather die La lalalai lai lala lai lai... Rather die La lalalai la lalalai...
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue Blue
The slipping serpentine night Would cuddle, keep us tender And smother warning signs My old mistakes should send her Eternity for us to try The dawn will tell us if we fly La lalalai lai lala lai lai... If we fly La lalalai la lalalai...
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue
No promises, no promises No promises, no promises
No promises, no kiss goodbye to you Just keep on smilin', my Lady Alpine Blue
What can I hear? Who can I see? What's this I fear that's followin' me? It's getting louder, it's coming near I can not stand it, I'm gettin' outta here
You'd better beware now You'd better take care now The street of the sinner So you'll never be a winner
The rain is falling around my feet The night is calling on this well-lit street People in doorways just stand and stare Castaway shadows that really aren't there
You'd better beware now You'd better take care now The street of the sinner So you'll never be a winner
What can I hear? Who can I see? What's this I fear that's followin' me? It's getting louder, it's coming near I can not stand it, I'm getting outta here
You'd better beware now Yeah you'd better take care now The street of the sinner So you'll never be a winner
Harvest For The World Composer(s): Ernie Isley; Marvin Isley; Ronald Isley; O'Kelly Isley; Rudolph Isley; Chris Jasper Performer(s): The Isley Brothers
All babies together Everyone a seed Half of us are satisfied Half of us in need Loves bountiful in us Tarnished by our greed Oh, when will there be A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey
A nation planted So concerned with gain As the seasons come and go Greater grows the pain
And far too many Feelin the strain Oh, when will there be A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah
Gather every man Gather every woman Celebrate your lives Give thanks for your children (No)
Gather everyone (Gather everyone) Gather all together (Gather all together) Overlookin none (Overlookin none) Hopin life gets better for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh
Dress me up for battle When all I want is peace Those of us who pay the price Come home with the least
And nation after nation Turnin into beasts Oh, when will there be A harvest for the world
Yeah, hey When will there be I wanna know now, now When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be (Harvest for the world) When will there be (Harvest for the world) Everybody (Harvest for the world) Oh, talkin bout the children (Harvest for the world) When will there be a harvest (Harvest for the world) When will there be (Harvest for the world)
Spanish Lullaby Composer(s): Bill Johnson Performer(s): Marty Robbins
This my friends is an old Spanish lullaby And it's been handed down from generation to generation And in it, a father is singing to his baby son And he's telling him, "Close your eyes little one and sleep And dream while the angels watch over you I will hold your hand And when you wake with the morning, I'll still be here
Cierras ya tus ojitos Duermete sin temor Sueña con angelitos parecidos a ti Y te agarrare tu mano Duermete sin temor Cuando tu despiertes yo estare aqui
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da
Y te agarrare tu mano Dueremete sin temor Cuando tu despiertes yo estare aqui
Hearts On Fire Composer(s): Walter Egan; Tom Guidera Performer(s): Gram Parsons
Hearts on fire My love for you brought only misery Hearts on fire Put out the flames and set this cold heart free One short year our love burned Until at last I guess you learned The art of being untrue and then goodbye What could I do except to cry and moan Lord, what have I done?
Once we were as sweet and warm as the golden morning sun Hearts on fire My love for you brought only misery Hearts on fire Put out the flames and set this cold heart free
Friends say it's just a game And that no one is to blame Go out forget her lies But she'll be there and sparks will fly My love has turned to hatred Sleep escapes me still God, please take this heart of mine Cause if you don't the devil will Hearts on fire My love for you brought only misery Hearts on fire Put out the flames and set this cold heart free Hearts on fire
Harry Truman Composer(s): Robert Lamm Performer(s): Chicago
America needs you Harry Truman Harry could you please come home Things are looking bad I know you would be mad To see what kind of men Prevail upon the land you love
America's wondering How we got here Harry all we get is lies We're gettin' safer cars Rocket ships to mars From men who'd sell us out To get themselves a piece of power
We'd love to hear you speak your mind In plain and simple ways Call a spade a spade Like you did back in the day You would play piano Each morning walk a mile Speak of what was going down Eith honesty and style
America's calling Harry Truman Harry you know what to do The world is turnin' round and losin' lots of ground Oh Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love Oh woah woah woah
America's calling Harry Truman Harry you know what to do The world is turnin' round And losin' lots of ground So Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love Oh Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love Harry Harry is there something we can do to save the land we love
Heart's On Fire Composer(s): Vince DiCola; Ed Fruge Performer(s): John Cafferty
Silence in the darkness creeps into your soul Envy moves the light of self control The gate that holds you captive has the door Burnin' with determination to even up the score
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth draws near
Time will not allow you to stay still, no Silence breaks the heart and bends the will Defense is guilty passions out of control
Rules and regulations have no meaning any more
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth is here
Oh!
Is here Oh yeeeeeaaaaaah!
Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Fever's risin', energizin', right up to till end
Heart's on fire (heart's on fire) Strong desire (heart's on fire) Rages deep within Ooooh
Fever's risin' (heart's on fire) Energizin' (heart's on fire) Right up till the end Ooooh Heart's on fire (heart's on fire) (heart's on fire) Strong desire (heart's on fire)
Harry The Hairy Ape Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, a strange thing happened the other night You won't believe it, but I swear it's true Harry the hairy ape made his escape from the city zoo And under cover of darkness he made his way To the middle of the municipal park And he hid in the bushes and waited for somebody to come Walkin' along by hi'self in the dark Then along come somebody not suspectin' nothin' Harry jump out of the bushes all of a sudden Beat on his chest Jump up and down and he say Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo... Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Boo, I betcha I scared you, ha ha!"
Waaa! Scared that poor cat so bad his eyes bugged out, his hair turned white! He ran off through the municipal park, screamin', hollerin', diggin' up the lawn tearin' up the shrub and knock down the "Keep off the grass" sign run through the hurricane fence fell into the municipal park swimming pool and drowned hi'self! Woo hoo!
Well, Harry thought this was the funniest thing that he had ever seen And he laughed "Ha ha," jumped back in the bushes and got ready to do it again The next guy to come along was the near-sighted local DJ Just boppin' down the sidewalk on his way to work with a box of records on his arm that he was gonna play So here he come, not suspectin' nothin' Harry jump out of the bushes all of a sudden Beat on his chest Jump up & down & he say Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo... Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Smile, you're on candid camera!"
Man, that DJ was so near-sighted he thought Harry was a rock 'n' roll singer! So he gave him the old glad hand, smiled, slapped him on the back, sayin' "Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna play the record 'cause you're too cool, too cool, too cool!" And he said bye, bopped on off down the sidewalk every 4 or 5 steps he'd stop and turn around, doin' a little boogaloo-shing-a-ling! Well, this really shook Harry up I mean it blew his whole bit, you know, ruined his whole day So he run back to his cage as fast as he can go, jump up on his little swing put both hands over his eyes and didn't look for 3 hours & 45 minutes But that's not the end of the story Here's what happened
The DJ played Harry's record (What record?) Shut up! It was a hit and he became a star Got him some tight britches, got him a manager Went on a promotion tour, combed his hair back and took up playin' the guitar And every Sunday afternoon you can go see Harry at the zoo And the girls will scream and he'll sit on his swing and pick and sing his hit record for you
(Shoo-be-doo-wa-shoo-be-doo wa, shoo-be-doo wa-shoo-be-doo wa (Shoo-be-doo-wa-shoo-be-doo wa, shoo-be-doo-be-doo-wah)
Spanish Ladies (aka "Farewell And Adieu" or "We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)") (Traditional)
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For we've received orders to sail to New Bedford And perhaps we shall never more see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Nantucket to home is just a few leagues
We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'west boys We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear In fifty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom We filled main tops'l up channel did steer
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Great Point to home is just a few leagues
The first land we made was a place called Nantucket Martha's Vinyard, Woods Hole then down Buzzards Bay We sailed then by Marion, Mattapoisett, and Fairhaven Then bore straight away for New Bedford, hooray
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford The Vinyard to home is just a few leagues
Now the Captain called out for our grand ship to anchor We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Woods Hole to home is just a few leagues
Let every man here drink up his full bumper Let every man here drink up his full bowl And let us be jolly and drown melancholy And drink a health to each jovial and true hearted soul
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford West Island to home is just a few leagues
Hearts Of Stone Composer(s): Eddy Ray; Rudy Jackson Performer(s): The Fontane Sisters; and various other artists
Hearts made of stone Will never break For the love you have for them They just won't take You can ask them please Please please please break And all of your love Is there to take
Yes, hearts of stone Will cause you pain Although you love them They'll stop you just the same You can ask them please Please please please break And all of your love Is there to take
But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no Everybody knows I thought you knew Hearts made of stone
Yes, hearts of stone Will cause you pain Although you love them They'll stop you just the same You can ask them please Please please please break And all of your love Is there to take
But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no Everybody knows I thought you knew Hearts made of stone
Harry Pollitt Composer(s): Ben Bruce Performer(s): The Limeliters
This one is the story of Harry Pollitt Harry Pollit was at one time a very influential member of the Communist Party in England until he was finally thrown out and when they threw him out, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead And it goes like this
Harry Pollit was a worker; one of Lenin's lads He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven, he reached the gates with ease Said, "May I speak with Comrade God; I am Harry Pollitt please I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please May I speak with Comrade God, I am Harry Pollitt please"
"Who are you' said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?" "I'm a friend of Lady Astors" "Well, OK, that's quite alright OK, that's quite alright, well OK, that's quite alright You're a friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright"
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike Led them out on strike, Led them out on strike He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking around heaven to medidate Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate? Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well' He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell Yes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hell He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell He's just been made the first people's commissar for Soviet hell Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of Soviet hell He's just been made the first people's commissar of Soviet hell!
Well the moral of this story is easy for to tell If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell Yes, you'll have to go to hell If you want to be a Bolshevik You'll have to go to hell!
On My Own Composer(s): Tom-Steinar Hanssen - Ole Henrik Antonsen - Ole Jørgen Olsen First performance by: Haldor Lægreid - 2001
In tender years, the path seemed longer then it ever really was How could I know? I realised, as time went by, I had to try, the world outside was mine You let me go
So I left and tried to find my way to paradise The winding road that lead me there was life
I'm on my own again Left all alone, where I belong I'm on my own again Left all alone
And now I've seen it all, I wouldn't change a day when curtains fall I do my show
So at last I know I've found my one true paradise The winding road that lead me there was life
I'm on my own again Left all alone, where I belong I'm on my own again I'm on my own, on my own
(I'm on my own again) (Left all alone, where I belong) (I'm on my own again) On my own (Left all alone) On my own, on my own again
Hearts Of Stone Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face And you try to see, girl The way things were when we were at your place In the days it was just you and me, girl And you cry because things ain't like before Well don't you know they can't be that way anymore But don't worry baby
Chorus
I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance This is the last chance for hearts of stone
If there was something, baby, that I could do Something that would last, honey, I would But we all know, girl, especially you do How you can't return to your past, no So girl close your eyes and I'll be there Hold me once more and we can go anywhere Ah, we could
Chorus
And you cry because things ain't like before Well don't you know they can't be like that anymore Well I know it, baby
Harry Hippie Composer(s): Jim Ford Performer(s): Bobby Womack; and various other artists
Everybody claims that they want the best things outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone wanna got through the toils and strifes
Like this particular fella, walks around all day long singin' this song sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah
Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade life don't bug him cause he thinks he's got it made He never worry about nothin' in particular Oooh he might even sell free press on Sunset
I'd like to help a man when he's down but I can't help him much when he's sleepin' on the ground
He's like a bottle in water Harry just floats through life Walks around all day long singin' this song Whoa, whoa, whoa, ohhh yeah
Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady Panhandles money just to feed Harry's baby She can lie down a story so incredible Man, you wanna help her take the food home and put it on the table
I'd like to help a man when he's down but I can't help ya Harry if you wanna sleep on the ground Sorry Harry, you're too much weight to carry around
But he still walks around all day singin' this song Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Street child, street child, tell me where will you be goin' when old man winter gets his horn and starts blowin' Will you hang around LA or hitch a ride on a freeway Meet an old familiar face in a new place
I'd like to help a man when he's down But how can I help him if he's somewhere outta town Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah
