Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Airport Composer(s): John Anthony Performer(s): Wet Willie
My baby came in a plane last night We went down to meet her, but I had the wrong flight Yea the man at the desk said that she wasn't due He said she wouldn't be in for an hour or too
No, no, no
We waited, we waited, until i broke I said to myself this must be a joke I went up to the desk and said look here man What time did you say my baby's gonna land? Well he looked at his book and he said hey sport You got the right plane baby, but the wrong airport
I finally got to see my baby you see A half an hour later she was laying next to me She was lookin real good and she sounded alright Ya know my baby knocked me around and she found a fight
Home Before Dark Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh; Sammy Cahn
Home before dark I hurry home before dark Before the sun goes to rest I must fly to my nest like the lark Home before dark I must get home before dark Its almost ready to storm And love waits with a warm remark
Home before dark Its good to be home before dark So good to be held in the arms The arms of the one I love
Airport Composer(s): Andy McMaster Performer(s): The Motors
So many destination faces going to so many places Where the weather is much better And the food is so much cheaper Well I help her with her baggage for her baggage is so heavy I hear the plane is ready by the gateway to take my love away And I can't believe that she really wants to leave me and it's getting me so It's getting me so
Airport Airport, you've got a smiling face You took the one I love so far away Fly her away - fly her away - airport Airport, you've got a smiling face You took my lady to another place Fly her away - fly her away
The plane is on the move And the traces of the love we had in places Are turning in my mind - how I wish I'd been much stronger For the wheels are turning faster as I hear the winds are blowing And I know that she is leaving On the jet plane way down the runaway And I can't believe that she really wants to leave me - and it's Getting me so It's getting me so
Hello Walls, No. 2 Composer(s): Willie Nelson - Sheb Wooley Performer(s): Ben Colder
Holy mackerel there!
Hello wall I didn't see you standin' there Did I hurt you? Boy I sure did hit you square Now one of us is plastered and I'll let you guess who Just imagine bumpin' in to you
Hey wall (hello hello) Why did you let them move the door And the ceiling, why it used to be the floor Someone came while I was out and changed you all around Or could it be that I'm standin' upside down
That chandalier is all lit up It just took a swing at me And someone put the bathtub Where the kitchen sink used to be
Hello bedsheet (hello hello) I guess I'd better lay me down You know I can't sleep if this bed keeps spinnin' round There's a picture on the head board, hey I've seen them folks before Son of a gun! I'm in the house next door (hello hello) Hello neighbor
Home Among The Gum Trees Composer(s): Bob Brown; Walter Johnson Jr. Performer(s): John Williamson; Bloodwood
I've been around the world A couple of times or maybe more I've seen the sights, I've had delights On every foreign shore But when my friends all ask me The place that I adore I tell them right away
(chorus) Give me a home among the gum trees With lots of plum trees A sheep or two and a kangaroo A clothes lines out the back Veranda at the front And an old rocking chair
You can see me in the kitchen Cooking up a roast Or vegemite on toast Just you and me and a cup of tea Later on we'll settle down And loll upon the porch And watch the possums play
(chorus)
Some people like their houses With fences all around Others live in mansions And some beneath the ground But me I like the bush you know With rabbits runnin' round And a pumpkin vine out the back
Country Music In My Soul Composer(s): Bobby Bond Performer(s): George Hamilton IV
I been travelin' down the highways with my guitar for so long Shakin' hands and meetin' lots of folks Living my life my way with a handshake and a song Caring little if I was rich or broke
Cause there's country music in my soul People music for the young and the old I'll keep on singing a song keep on keeping on Cause there's country music in my soul
Well I met a man in Illinois who came to hear our show Well he brought his wife and all his fourteen kids Why he took the trouble Lord I swear I'll never know Well we'd give 'em everything we had to give
Cause there's country music in my soul...
When the final curtain falls and I go to meet the Lord If he asks me what I think I'd like to do I'll humbly request he seat the people on the floor Cause I kinda like to sing 'em all the tune
Cause there's country music in my soul People music for the young and the old I'll keep on singing a song keep on keeping on Cause there's country music in my soul Yeah yeah yes there's country music in my soul Oh oh yes there's country music in my soul
When The Blues Come In From The Rain Composer(s): Jack Blanchard Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
When the river's running gray on a dark and cloudy day And the winds that bring October Make the reeds and weeds and cattails sway Thinking my life over, I see your face again When the blues come in from the rain When the leaves are coming down on the sidewalks wet and brown And the cars all have their lights on As they make their way back home from town Time may fade your picture, but it sure don't dull the pain When the blues come in from the rain
Don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' I'm to blame Just the same, I've got an empty feeling inside Sometimes I'd like to break right down and call your name But all that I've got left now is my pride
When the blues come in from the rain And your face appears, the tears are only Raindrops on my window pane Still, if I could live life over, I'd go back the way we came When the blues come in from the rain
When the blues come in from the rain And your face appears, the tears are only Raindrops on my window pane Still, if I could live life over, I'd go back the way we came When the blues come in from the rain When the blues come in from the rain
Home Composer(s): Peter Van Steeden; Harry Clarkson Performer(s): Vic Damone
Ev'ning marks the close of day Skies of blue begin to grey Crimson hues are fading in the West Ev'ning ever brings to me Dreams of days that used to be Memories of those I love the best
When shadows fall And trees whisper day is ending My thoughts are ever wending Home When crickets call My heart is ever yearning Once more to be returning Home
When the hills conceal the setting sun Stars begin a peeping one by one Night covers all And, though fortune may forsake me Sweet dreams will ever take me Home
Altogether Now, Let's Fall Apart Composer(s): Johnny Koonse Performer(s): Johnny Russell; Bill Anderson; Ronnie Millsap
Lips are you ready to tremble hands are you ready to shake Eyes get ready to cry heart get ready to break Here she comes she's getting closer is everyone ready to start Altogether now let's fall apart
Nerves you'll be going to pieces tears you'll run down my face Head you'll be spinning around it's time every one take your place We're all in this thing together my body my mind and my heart Altogether now let's fall apart
I couldn't keep her from leaving though I tried oh Lord I tried But heart you let me cheat then lips you went to lied We must face this hurt called together does everyone remember his part Altogether now let's fall apart
Home
Composer(s): Charles Smalls
First release by: Stephanie Mills - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
When I think of home I think of a resting place A place where there's peace, quiet, and serenity And that's where some of my friends have gone Friends who have traveled with me through my wonderful experience in Oz A journey I'll never forget
When I think of home, I think of a place Where there's love overflowing I wish I was home, I wish I was back there With the things I've been knowing
Wind that makes the tall grass bend into leaning Suddenly the raindrops that fall they have a meaning Sprinklin' the scene Makes it all clean
(When I think of home) Maybe there's a chance for me to go back Now that I have some direction (Maybe there's a chance I'll get home) It sure would be nice to be back at home Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up Givin' me enough time, ooh, in my life to grow up Time be my friend And let me start again
Suddenly my world's gone and changed its fate And I still know where I'm going I have had my mind spun round in space And watched it growing
And oh, if youre listening, God, please don't make it hard To know if we should believe the things that we see Tell us should we try and stay or should we run away (Should we run away) Or will it be better just to let things, let them be, oh
Livin' here in this brand new world Might be a fantasy But it's taught me to love, oh, yeah And it's real, it's so real, it's real to me
And I've learned that we must look Inside our hearts to find A world full of love Like yours, like mine
Like home Like, like home (When I think of home) My friends smilin' down on me Givin' me their energy, oh (When I think of home) I think of a peaceful world and joy All around me, yeah (When I think of home) And love that we share can never Never, ever be taken away from me, yeah, yeah, yeah (When I think of home) I just sit down and think And gets on down in my bone, bone, yeah (When I think of home) I can hear my friends tellin' me Stephanie, please sing my song I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna tell you what it's all about
Big Black Bird (The Spirit Of Our Love) Composer(s): Jack Blanchard Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
I woke up in the night and saw the moonlight shinin' through my windows I sat up and looked around startled by the sound I thought I'd heard Through the silver hills high above the treetops where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird There was something in the air I could feel it as I stood there by the windows Like a sign of a lover or the whisper of a long forgotten words Across the silver waters down the moonlit canyons where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird I heard the silent call as I saw a shadow fall across my windows Burning tears filled my eyes as I recognized the voice my soul had heard Across the silver years from beyond the sea of time where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Across the silver years from beyond the sea of time where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird
Homburg Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum; Los Gatos Negros; Sally Timms
Your multilingual business friend has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign
Larga muchacho tu voz joven como larga la luz el sol que aunque tenga que estrellarse contra un paredon que aunque tenga que estrellarse se dividira en dos
Suelta muchacho tus pensamientos como anda suelto el viento sos la esperanza y la voz que vendra a florecer en la nueva tierra
Hombres de hierro que no escuchan la voz hombres de hierro que no escuchan el grito hombres de hierro que no escuchan el llanto gente que avanza se puede matar pero los pensamientos quedaran
Puntas agudas ensucian el cielo como la sangre en la tierra dile a esos hombres que traten de usar a cambio de las armas su cabeza
Hombres de hierro que no escuchan la voz hombres de hierro que no escuchan el grito hombres de hierro que no escuchan el llanto gente que avanza se puede matar Pero los pensamientos quedaran
Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional bebedor bravucón y además seductor
Conocí al Hombrediablo en la niñez cuando aún yo no tomaba ni café Él ya entonces andaba a su sazón tenía citas y hacía alardes de matón
Tenía mujer y yo tenía que estudiar tenía mujer y yo tareas que acabar El crecía en el barrio de Colón y yo en medio del Dante y Platón
Siempre admiré su situación frente al amor siempre admiré sus puñetazos al mentón Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
Hombrediablo hace apuestas en alcohol siempre gana porfía el bebedor No se deja atrapar por un amor porque vive a la salva de su honor
Se ve muy bien con su tupé, con su dril cien se ve muy bien con su bigote a lo francés Los domingos se va al cine en procesión con su novia, que espera en un sillón
Se ve muy bien aunque está madurito ya se ve muy bien siempre ha sabido no sudar Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
Cuando a veces nos vemos por ahí me aconseja que me lance a vivir me da el número de alguna mujer porque a un socio él le sabe resolver
Me cuenta así sus aventuras de Don Juan me cuenta así mientras mi envidia crece más Siempre huele a lavanda o a mentol y se pule las uñas con alcohol
Me dice adiós Yo me conmuevo al verlo ir Me dice adiós y siempre pienso "eso es vivir" Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
All Night Long
Composer(s): Peter Frampton - Mick Gallagher
First release by: Peter Frampton - 1973
Trees falling leaves come alive, watch them glide
Eyes come to life when you smile for a while
Tables keep turning now the full moon has been seen
Know what I mean
Tell you what to do baby - all night long
It would take me - all night long
Show you how I feel - all night long
I've seen you in the papers they say you play at pool
I think you got me snookered if we play your rules
Maybe you can't see the way to be sure anymore
I can't help feeling like closing the door
Images are fading and the thought of you has gone
Baby it's wrong
'Cause all I need is - all night long
It would only take me - all night long
To show you how I feel - all night long
They say you read me like a book then make the book a film
You can write the screen play I can't wait 'til then
I wish I knew what I could do
It feels like somethings overdue
Communications broken down
Still got me snookered when you wear your crown
All night long
It would only take me - all night long
Won't ya, won't ya give - all night long
Yeah, I've seen you in the papers they say you play at pool
I think you got me snookered no exception to the rule
Give me - all night long
Won't ya, won't ya give - all night long
It would only take me - all night long
To show you how I feel
'Cause you still got me snookered and it's quite unreal
De quererte cantar sufro disnea bastante más allá de los pulmones Tu sombra brilla hoy en la pelea mayor de la conciencia y las razones Por ti canto de pecho como el sueño en que giro y leve, como aún respiro Por ti adelanto trecho a lo que falta en tono y canto lo que no perdono
Hombre, hombre y amigo aún queda para estar contigo Hombre, hombre sin templo desciende a mi ciudad tu ejemplo
Supiste cabalgar contra quien odia desde su torre de odio y exterminio pero, en mi parecer, te dio más gloria el alma que tallaste a tu dominio La medicina escasa la más insuficiente es la de remediar la mente Y la locura pasa risueña cuando engaña cual odio de la propia entraña
Hombre sin apellido un poco de piedad te pido hombre, ay, todavía que un tanto más allá está el día De la melena inculta a la calvicie del número inicial a lo incontable desde la tumba hasta la superficie tras breve veinte tan multiplicable me llega un canto alado de fiebres de la infancia me brota la invención del ansia y entero y mutilado furiosamente a besos te doy mi corazón travieso
Hombre, hombre sin muerte la noche respiró tu suerte hombre de buen destino y hay luces puestas en camino