Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hush Baby Hush ((Adapted from: Stay (by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs) - 1960)) (Italian Version: Resta - 1966) Composer(s): Maurice Williams - Buju Banton Performer(s): Buju Banton - 1995
Yeah, big surprise I guess you didn't realize the size
Hush baby, hush
Gal I neva know it woulda hurt you so much Natural stuff dash way the stone broke-up the brush Man, well, rough woman no stop, request the wuk Yes, she have fi bawl, fi the pillow
Bedroom destruction, woman, you man a killa Have fi give it up when she see the ragga ragga Wicked on the trigger, man is a good digger Woman a wiggle just a jiggle, a cry you get bigga
Where have you been you jolly bad fellow? Instantly the woman she ketch asthma Who tell the gal fi go unveil the arrow? Ambulance wouldn't come Dem hafi send fi de barrow
Hush baby, hush
Never hesitate to set straight the matter Big man don't have to masturbate Caw wah jus look pon big body pam and Sexy body marcia
The amount a woman in a the world, mi eyes in a drama Girl, a run mi dung just a like a hot lava Holiday a come and every woman want a llama
Face look great and her face, it's a blaster Style is your motto and for fashion you Are the master, so hush, baby
Hush baby, hush
Rain start to fall, your inner nature start to call You need a good soccer player to kick the football Direct free kick, curve it around the defense Ball it, itch-up in a the net, sheet and pillow applaud
Fling weh de lock, not even matter 'bout the draw The door, mek sure it lock with the key Bangarang in the room between you and me
Hip To Be Square Composer(s): Bill Gibson; Sean Hopper; Huey Lewis Performer(s): Huey Lewis & The News; Barry Williams
I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around But I couldn't take the punishment, and had to settle down Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care Because I can tell what's going on It's hip to be square I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on TV I'm working out most everyday and watching what I eat They tell me that it's good for me, but I don't even care I know that it's crazy I know that it's nowhere But there is no denying that It's hip to be square It's not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way You see them on the freeway It don't look like a lot of fun But don't you try to fight it "An idea who's time has come" Don't tell me that I'm crazy Don't tell me I'm nowhere Take it from me It's hip to be square
Resta ((Adapted from: Stay (by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs) - 1960) (aka Hush Baby Hush - 1995)) Composer(s): Maurice Williams - Mogol Performer(s): Equipe 84 - 1966
Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai nessuno al mondo sapra' che tu, tu sei qui con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Ti prego staaaaaai solo un ultimo momentooooo ascoltamiiiii resta un poco con meeeeee
Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai nessuno al mondo sapra' che tu, tu sei qui con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Devi restaaaaaar in quest'angolo di mondooooo dove nessuno mai sapra' niente di-i noooooi
So' che ormai e' tardi ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Ti prego staaaaaai solo un ultimo momentooooo ascoltamiiiii resta un poco con meeeeee
So' che ormai e' tardi ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e
Devi restaaaaaar in quest'angolo di mondooooo dove nessuno mai sapra' niente di-i noooooi
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo Ti prego staaaaaai - uuo
Hino De Duran Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Se tu falas muitas palavras sutis E gostas de senhas, sussurros, ardis A lei tem ouvidos pra te delatar Nas pedras do teu próprio lar
Se trazes no bolso a contravenção Muambas, baganas e nem um tostão A lei te vigia, bandido infeliz Com seus olhos de raio-x
Se vives nas sombras, frequentas porões Se tramas assaltos ou revoluções A lei te procura amanhaã de manhã Com seu faro de dobermann
E se definitivamente a sociedade só se tem Desprezo e horror E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo És um estorvo, és um tumor A lei fecha o livro, te pregam na cruz E depois chamam os urubus
Se pensas que burlas as normas penais Insuflas, agitas e gritas demais A lei logo vai te abraçar, infrator Com seus braços de estivador Se pensas que pensas (etc.)
Through My Window Composer(s): Alar Kotkas - Ilmar Laisaar - Pearu Paulus - Jana Hallas First performance by: Sandra Oxenryd - 2006
When life is a road goin' nowhere I'm alone, though you're gonna be right here You're my baby When life is a road goin' somewhere All alone, I have to hold on to go on
I'm lookin' through my window What about the sun you made shine? What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window What about us? Tell me why I still can't see where's the rainbow
And maybe somebody someday Turns back home, but it's gonna be a long way It's been a long day And maybe somebody someway Highs and lows, it's always the same thing anyway
I'm lookin' through my window What about the sun you made shine? What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window What about us? Tell me why I still can't see where's the rainbow
I can't find the words, lose my nerve And grass just turns to stone (Grass just turns to stone) When all hopes are high, I have my pride Show you what I'm really like inside
(I'm lookin' through my window) What about the sun you made shine? What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
I'm lookin' through my window What about us? Tell me why I still can't see where's the rainbow
I'm lookin' through my window What about us? Tell me why I still can't see where's the rainbow I still can't see where's the rainbow
Se atiras mendigos No imundo xadrez Com teus inimigos E amigos, talvez A lei tem motivos Pra te confinar Nas grades do teu próprio lar
Se no teu distrito Tem farta sessão De afogamento, chicote Garrote e punção A lei tem caprichos O que hoje é banal Um dia vai dar no jornal
Se manchas as praças Com teus esquadrões Sangrando ativistas Cambistas, turistas, peões A lei abre os olhos A lei tem pudor E espeta o seu próprio inspetor
E se definitivamente a sociedade só te tem desprezo e horror E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo, és um estorvo, és um tumor Que Deus te proteja És preso comum Na cela faltava esse um
Station To Station Composer(s): David Bowie First release by: David Bowie - 1976
The return of the Thin White Duke Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle Here am I, flashing no colour Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonder *who*, wonder who, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
Two Times: It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here
I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here, yes it's here It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late The European cannon is here
Hindustan Composer(s): Oliver G. Wallace; Harold Weeks
Camel trappings jingle, harp strings sweetly tingle with a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars singing memories are bringing
temple bells are ringing calling me a far
Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling every heart enthralling, underneath the stars Sighing, like the night wind dying, soft my heart is crying for my love afar
Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan Hindustan, where the painted peacock spread his fan Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand, Hindustan, where I met her and the world began
Why Angels Cry Composer(s): Peter Yiannakis First performance by: Annet Artani - 2006
When I'm feeling down in this world of madness You comfort all my sadness, you soothe away my pain 'Cause these are trying times, filled with so much sorrow I wonder if tomorrow will bring a brighter day
Why do the angels cry? Why doesn't love survive? Why do we all just pretend? Why do the angels cry? Innocent children die When will it all ever end? Ever end?
Close your eyes and dream, and visualise a rainbow Oh... a place where you can pray for peace and harmony
Search your heart and find a higher meaning Let this be the start, a brand new beginning
Oh... talking 'bout peace and harmony Oh...
(Why do the angels cry?) Why do they cry? (Why doesn't love survive?) (Why do we all) just pretend? Why do the angels cry? Innocent children die When will it all ever end? Ever end?
Him Or Me (What's It Gonna Be?) Composer(s): Mark Lindsay; Terry Melcher Performer(s): Paul Revere; and various other artists
Chorus: Now have you got yourself a brand new baby Don't tell me maybe Is it so? I got to know What's it gonna be? Him or me? Him or me? Him or me? Him or me?
I can still recall when you told me I was all Every thing you looked for in a man But I know that it's not true I've seen the way he looks at you And I think you're gonna hang me up again
chorus
So if you'd be so kind would you please make up your mind I won't share your lovin' with another man And if you see things my way Could you let me know today But if you decide it's him I'll change my plans
Let Me Cry Composer(s): Dani Milev - Elina Gavrilova First performance by: Mariana Popova - 2006
(Honey, honey, honey, honey) (Honey, honey, honey, honey) (Please let me cry, just let me cry)
Told you I was aware I have feelings to share with you Something's over for good (Honey, honey, honey, honey) Love, passion, cheerful mood (Honey, honey) The truth
Let's say goodbye And never back again, let me cry I wanted you, you wanted to lie I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
(Honey, honey, honey, honey) (Honey, honey, honey, honey) (Please let me cry, just let me cry) Oh...
Learning how to obey (Honey, honey, honey, honey) Lost my heart and my face (Honey, honey) My soul
Let's say goodbye And never back again, let me cry I wanted you, you wanted to lie I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
Oh... oh... oh... yeah...
Let's say goodbye And never back again, let me cry I wanted you, you wanted to lie I knew that it would happen this way
Him Composer(s): Rupert Holmes Performer(s): Rupert Holmes
Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes Not my brand you understand Sometimes the girl forgets She forgets to hide them I know who left those smokes behind She'll say, oh, he's just a friend And I'll say, oh, I'm not blind to..
(chorus) Him him him, what's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to live without him It's him or it's me, me me No one gets to get it for free It's me or it's him
Don't know what he looks like Don't know who he is Don't know why she thought that I would say what's mine is his I dont want to own her But I can't let her have it both ways Three is one too many of us She leaves with me or stays with..
(chorus)
Him him him, what's she gonna do about Him? She's gonna have to live without him It's him or it's me, me me No one gets to get it for free It's me or it's him
If she wants him she can have him Just exactly how we once were It's goodbye to he and I and back to me and her Without..
(chorus) Him, him, him, what's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to live without him It's him or it's me, me, me No one gets to get it for free Time for me to make the girl see It's me or it's him
Statesboro Blues Composer(s): Blind Willie McTell First release by: Blind Willie McTell - 1928 Covered by multiple other artists
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low You got no nerve, baby To turn Uncle John from your door
I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues Well I looked over in the corner baby And grandpa seemed to have them too
Well, my mama died and left me My papa died and left me I ain't good lookin baby But I'm someone sweet and kind
I'm goin to the country, baby do ya wanna go? If you can't make it baby Your sister Lucille said she'd wanna go And I'd sure wanna take her
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen Lord, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah Treat her like a dog gone queen
Lord, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, well turn your lamp down low You got no nerve, baby To turn Uncle John from your door
Vroeger werd gezongen en gefloten in de straat had de slagersjongen nog een opera paraat de metselaar kon zingend op de steiger staan de melkboer lengde fluitend zijn melk een beetje aan
Hilversum III bestond nog niet maar ieder had zijn eigen stem Op elke steiger klonk een lied van Paljas of Jeruzalem
Alle venters hadden eigen aria's voor sprot en haring, voor begonia's Zelfs in fabrieken kwam van overal toch weer een liedje door de grote hal
Hilversum III bestond nog niet maar ieder had zijn eigen stem Op elke steiger klonk een lied van Paljas of Jeruzalem
Tussen het geratel van machines door klonk in de confectie een mooi meisjeskoor dromend van de prins van... weet ik veel die ze zou ontvoeren naar zijn luchtkasteel
Hilversum III bestond nog niet maar ieder had zijn eigen stem Op elke steiger klonk een lied van Paljas of Jeruzalem
Je T'adore Composer(s): Niclas Kings - Lisa Greene - Niklas Bergwall - Kate Ryan First performance by: Kate Ryan - 2006
Ah... The sum of all my fantasies That's everything you are to me
You came around and made my senses fly Shook me up when you took me to the sky Never thought that I could ever get this high
Je t'adore and I can't conceal it Je t'adore, anyone can see it You give me just a little more Of everything I've waited for
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it Je t'adore, only you can break it You got me fallen to the floor Any way you want, I'm yours (Je t'adore)
Bye bye to all the lies I've heard You made a different kind of girl
You spun me out and you made my senses fly Shook me up when you took me to the sky Never thought that I could ever get this high
Je t'adore and I can't conceal it Je t'adore, anyone can see it You give me just a little more Of everything I've waited for Ooh yeah...
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it Je t'adore, only you can break it You got me fallen to the floor Any way you want, I'm yours Ooh... je t'adore
You're the rush that I missed Made a wish that I'd feel a kiss Just like this
Je t'adore, yeah, you made me feel it Je t'adore, and I really mean it You give me just a little more Of everything I've waited for (Everything I've ever waited for)
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it Je t'adore, baby, don't you break it You got me fallen to the floor Any way you want, I'm yours
Hillman Composer(s): Benny Martin Performer(s): Benny Martin
I slept on a dirt floor cold and damp Strained my eyes by a coal oil lamp Chopped up wood for a heatin' stove Bathed in a tub behind the store Hillman is nature's buddy He'll walk bare-footed when the roads are muddy Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo
Every hillman that I've seen yet He knows how to fiddle and to call a set They all live happy till life is spent And when they kick the bucket, it's an accident Hillman is nature's buddy He knows everything from a buck to a buzzard Hillman is nature's buddy-oo
I judge my friends by the deeds they do The side of a beef is a mountain dew You can tell when a hillman's got his knot He's got three cards on a cement block Hillman ain't scared of trouble He guards his life with a gun that's double Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Daddy worked hard for a dollar a day He'll nap that total but he'll never behave Friends play holes that Daddy dug Want a bath, with a path, no shower, no tub Hillman is nature's buddy He'll walk bare-footed when the roads are muddy Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo Hillman is nature's buddy He knows everything from a buck to a buzzard Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-ooooh Hillman ain't scared of trouble He guards his life with a gun that's double Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oooh
The Stately Homes Of England Composer(s): Noël Coward Performer(s): Noël Coward and multiple other artists
Lord Elder, Lord Borrowmere, Lord Sickert and Lord Camp With ev'ry virtue, with ev'ry grace Are what avails the sceptred race
Here you see the four of us And there are so many more of us Eldest sons that must succeed We know how Caesar conquer'd Gaul And how to whack a cricket ball Apart from this, our education Lacks coordination Tho' we're young and rather tentative We're rip-re-presentative Scions of a noble breed We are the products of those homes serene and stately Which only lately seems to have run to seed!
The stately homes of England how beautiful they stand To prove the upper classes have still the upper hand Tho' the fact they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgag'd to the hilt Is inclin'd to take the gilt off the gingerbread And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son But still we won't be beaten We'll scrimp and screw and save The playing fields of Eton have made us frightfully brave And tho' if the Van Dykes have to go And we pawn the Bechstein grand We'll stand by the stately homes of England
Have you seen the pick of us You may be heartily sick of us Still with sense we're all imbued Our homes command extensive views And with assistance from the Jews We have been able to dispose of Rows and rows and rows of Gainsboroughs and Lawrences Some sporting prints of Aunt Florences Some of which we rather rude Altho' we sometimes flaunt our family conventions Our good intentions Mustn't be misconstrued
The stately homes of England we proudly represent We only keep them up for Americans to rent Tho' the pipes that supply the bathroom burst And the lavat'ry makes you fear the worst It was used by Charles the first (quite informally) And later by George the fourth on a journey north The state apartments keep their historical reknown It's wiser not to sleep there in case they tumble down But still if they ever catch on fire Which with any luck they might We'll fight for the stately homes of England
The stately homes of England tho' rather in the lurch Provide a lot of chances for psychical research There's a ghost of a crazy younger son Who murder'd in thirteen fifty one An extremely rowdy nun (who resented it) And people who come to call Meet her in the hall The baby in the guest wing who crouches by the grate Was wall'd up in the west wing in fourteen twenty eight If anyone spots the Queen of Scots in a hand embroider'd shroud We're proud of the stately homes of England
Hillbilly Hollywood Composer(s): Vince Melamed; Jim Photoglo Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
I can still remember my first guitar Bright and shiny like a brand new car Even took it with me when I went to school And I practiced every day till I got real good
I learned every lick on the radio From Wabash Cannon to Go Johnny Go I majored in rhythm with a minor in blues Then I hit the road with my blue suede shoes
And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights Grand ole opry on on a saturday night Standing where my heroes stood Hillbilly Hollywood
I played some bars where you never wanna go From Oklahoma city down to Tupelo My ears would be ringing like an old fire bell When I'd lay me down in some cheap hotel
And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights Grand ole opry on a saturday night Standing where my heroes stood Hillbilly Hollywood
And I pray before too long They will hear my song
And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights Grand ole opry on a saturday night Standing where my heroes stood I dreamed grand old opry on a saturday night standing . . Hillbilly Hollywood Hillbilly Hollywood Hillbilly Hollywood
