Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Long Time, A Long Way To Go Composer(s): Todd Rundgren Performer(s): Todd Rundgren
It's a long time and a long way to go What was once mine isn't mine anymore All my fears you would not find me All behind me It's a long way and a long time to come When our hearts stray and the troubles begun I'll forget it if you make me Please just take me if you will I know that if you will Nothing you can say could block my way Nothing you can do to make me not want you And love you for a long time It's a long time and a long way to go But in my mind there is one thing I know For as long as we're together Love forever
A Long Time Gone Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Seems like forever and time left to spare When I look out the window And still you're not there You're a long time gone Such a long time gone
Tearing down memories bitter and sweet Smashing away 'til it's all obsolete You're a long time gone, long time gone Such a long time gone, long time gone You're a long time gone
Do I wonder why Every day that I Think about you still And I always will
Did so much for me Now I think I see This I do believe Feels more like a dream
Looked at the weeds in the broken concrete Before the bulldozers waltzed in and killed the old street You're a long time gone, long time gone Such a long time gone, long time gone
Door steps that shone in a bright summer sky Lay shattered and wasted since our last goodbye You're a long time gone, long time gone Such a long time gone, long time gone You're a long time gone
Do I wonder why Every day that I Think about you still And I always will
You're a long time gone
Did so much for me Now I think I see This I do believe Feels more like a dream
You're a long time gone
Do I wonder why You're a long time gone You never did I never said goodbye You're a long time gone
Hotel Happiness Composer(s): Earl Shuman; Leon Carr Performer(s): Brook Benton; and various other artists
I'm checking out of Hotel Loneliness All my lonely days, they're all through I'm checking into Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah) Because, darlin', I found you
I left my teardrops in that old lonely room Left my broken heart (my heart) back there, too (Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I won't be needin' them in Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah) 'cause, darling, I found you
I woke up (woke up) dreamin' of your crazy kisses (kisses) (crazy) I woke up (woke up) tellin' Mr. Misery "Here's your key" 'cause
I'm checking out of Hotel Loneliness And no, I won't be back, yes it's true (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gonna make my new address at Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah) You know why, darlin', so glad I found you
No more, make my new address at Hotel Happiness 'cause, darlin', I found you
A Long Time Ago Composer(s): Jim Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce
Seems like such a long time ago I was walking on a lonely road Getting tired of dreaming alone like all the lonely people I had known
Seems like such a long time ago there was no one who would share my song I was just a boy far from home but I became a man when you came along
We spent the whole night talking You said you'd like to see the sun rise But in the gold of morning was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes
I was so afraid to touch you thought you were too young, you know So I just watched you sleeping Then you woke and said to me The night is cold, it frightens me I could sleep so easy next to you
Wasn't very long ago you said that you would like to share my role Then you started singing my song Spent so many nights a-waiting Lets not spend a moments wasting time because we have very far to go I will go if you will take me I have never had a lover I am young but I am so alone
We spent the whole night talking But in the gold of morning....
Hotel California Composer(s): Don Felder; Glenn Frey; Don Henley Performer(s): The Eagles; and various other artists
On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (background) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year Any time of year (background) You can find it here You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes bends She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget So I called up the Captain Please bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place (background) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave
Tell me you love me again but this time slowly 'Cause you're talkin' too fast, baby much too fast Come on and squeeze me again but this time slowly 'Cause I like your grasp but it's much too fast
You said that our love will grow together 'Cause your mine all mine But dynamite love won't grow an inch If you don't take your time
Come on and kiss me again but this time slowly Not so fast, make it last
You said that our love will grow together 'Cause your mine all mine But dynamite love won't grow an inch If you don't take your time
Come on and kiss me again but this time slowly Not so fast, make it last, you're talkin' too fast Honey make it last, oh, not so fast, yeah
Well I ain't bragging, but you know it's true That I live my life making music for you I've had some good times and I've had some bad But I'd do it all again and I wouldn't be sad
Well I lived in the house of joy and I lived in the house of gloom But if I don't die playing on stage I'm gonna die in this hotel room
Well I've been riding in them limousines And I've had my pictures in the magazines I've had some good girls and I've had some bad And I've had the ones that nearly drive you mad
Well I lived in the house of joy and I lived in the house of gloom But if I don't die playing on stage I'm gonna die in this hotel room
Well my manager keeps telling me You've gotta keep on working to survive He's constantly reminding me the fact that making money ain't no jive
I've traveled this wide world And I've sang my blues And I've played everything from jazz to Blue Suede Shoes I've played 'em in downtown I've played to rednecks I've slayed 'em in one town, and I've died in the next
Well I lived in the house of joy And I lived in the house of gloom But if I don't die playing on stage brother I'm gonna, 0 you know what I'm talking about Take me home ....
Receptionist: "Hello Sir, this is the reception speaking we've got a girl down here says she's a a friend of yours" JC: "Hello what!"
Receptionist: "This is the reception speaking weve got a girl down here says she's a friend of yours" JC: "I don't know any girl could you get me the road manager's room"
Receptionist: "Alright Sir" JC: "Hello Mick" Roadie: "Hello" JC: "What time are we leaving for tbe gig?" Roadie: "We got to go right now"
JC: "No! I'm not ready!" Roadie: "Bloody hell this is the worst job I've ever ad" JC: "Get me out of this room! Aaah!"
A Long And Lasting Love Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Michael Masser Performer(s): Crystal Gayle and multiple other artists
A long and lasting love Not many people find it But those who do their whole life through Put their heart and soul behind it A long and lasting love A long and lasting love Is what I've always dreamed of And when I look into your eyes I knew I'd really seen love A long and lasting love Chorus: We got a once in a lifetime All the dreams we've waited for Are just beginning to come true It happens once in a lifetime When you find that special girl Who knows the meaning of love like you A long and lasting love We share for many reasons A special bond That goes beyond the changing of the seasons A long and lasting love A long and lasting love Is what I've always dreamed of I knew I'd really seen love A long and lasting love Is what I've always dreamed of My long and lasting love
Hot Shot Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue Performer(s): Barry Blue
La-la-la-lei-lei lei-la-lei-la-lei-la-lei ....
Come on everybody, see her play a 45 She's a rock'n'roller, makin' with the old hand jive Someone's gonna feel the pain Hit the floor, she's takin' aim Is it you - is it you, is it me - is it me Who's the next in the line gonna be?
Hot shot, what a lot Someone gonna make you stop - yeah Hot shot, got a lot One by one you're gonna drop - yeah La-la-la-lei-lei lei-la-lei-la-lei-la-lei ....
Yes, you think you're losin' And you think you're goin' down - la la .... Better get a movin' She's the hottest thing in town - la la .... Someone's gonna feel the pain So hit the floor, she's takin' aim Is it you - is it you, is it me - is it me Who's the next in the line gonna be?
Hot shot, what a lot Someones gonna make you stop - yeah Hot shot, got a lot One by one you're gonna drop - yeah La-la-la-lei-lei lei-la-lei-la-lei-la-lei .... Hey - oooh - hey - oooh
A Lonely Day Composer(s): Pete Ham Performer(s): Pete Ham
Do do do do Do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do-oo do do
A lonely day, a lonely night The time just drags on by, I know it can't be right It's been so long since I was light I would give anything to be with you tonight
Do do do do do do do do do do-oo do do
I just received, I never gave I would not gamble if I knew what I would save You gave me all, I gave you half But I'd give anything to see you when you laugh
Christmas Hot Rod Race Performer(s): Lead Foot Four
You've heard the story of the hot rod race where the Fords and the Mercury's were settin' the pace well here's one story you won't believe it happened late one Christmas Eve
The kid who was driving that Model-A was headed back to Oklahoma for Christmas day when in the rear-view mirror there's a red light blinkin' "oh, my gosh, it's the cops" he's thinkin'
Well he pushed it to the floor and let the motor unwind but that guy with the light pulled up right behind it was some custom model he had never seen candy apple red and satellite green
The kid couldn't hear the engine and he thought he'd queer that this sled was powered by eight reindeer In the wink of an eye the old crate was passing that light was the lead deer's nose a'flashin'
There was a chubby old gent at the wheel of this sled with a beard'n'a jumpsuit all of red smokin' a pipe and fairly blind he passed the kid like he wasn't even tryin'
Well now the kid had raced against many cars and he wasn't scared of one looked like it was from Mars He would take anything, whether chop or stock with his racing cam and his fifty-four block
Well that Model-A had what it took hit a hundred and ten, just past Holbrook the kid pulled alongside, said "you wanna go?" the cat with the beard just said "ho, ho, ho"
Well they both were givin' it all it's worth the lead was passin' back-and forth 'til they hit the mountains of New Mexico the road was covered with ice'n'snow
Well that sled kept a-goin' but the kid started slippin' he had to slow down to keep from flippin' that snow's no good for his racing slicks yeah, the kid was just about out of tricks
Well he thought that maybe he'd lost this race when the other guy slowed down the pace he was pullin' on the reins of them eight reindeer shiftin' 'em down into lower gear
Well that cat kept'a putting the brakes to that sleigh when he was just a car length away he tossed a box right in the kid's lap it was a brand new set of spinner hubcaps
The he dashed off so fast that a rock couldn't follow though the kid was sure that he heard him holler just before he nitro'd into space "Merry Christmas, thanks for the Hot Rod Race"
À L'ombre Des Maris Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Les dragons de vertu n'en prennent pas ombrage Si j'avais eu l'honneur de commander aù bord A bord du Titanic quand il a fait naufrage J'aurais crié:"Les femm's adultères d'abord!"
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière ...
Car, pour combler les vux, calmer la fievre ardente Du pauvre solitaire et qui n'est pas de bois Nulle n'est comparable à l'epouse inconstante Femmes de chefs de gar', c'est vous la fleur des bois
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Quant à vous, messeigneurs, aimez à votre guise En ce qui me concerne, ayant un jour compris Qu'une femme adultère est plus qu'une autre exquise Je cherche mon bonheur à l'ombre des maris
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
À l'ombre des maris mais, cela va sans dire Pas n'importe lesquels, je les tri', les choisis Si madame Dupont, d'aventure, m'attire Il faut que, par surcroit, Dupont me plaise aussi!
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Il convient que le bougre ait une bonne poire Sinon, me ravisant, je détale à grands pas Car je suis difficile et me refuse à boire Dans le verr; d'un monsieur qui ne me revient pas
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Ils sont loins mes débuts ou, manquant de pratique Sur des femmes de flics je mis mon dévolu Je n'étais pas encore ouvert à l'esthétique Cette faute de gout je ne la commets plus
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Oui, je suis tatillon, pointilleux, mais j'estime Que le mari doit être un gentleman complet Car on finit tous deux par devenir intimes A force, à force de se passer le relais
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Mais si l'on tombe, hélas! sur des maris infames Certains sont si courtois, si bons si chaleureux Que, même apres avoir cessé d'aimer leur femme On fait encore semblant uniquement pour eux
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
C'est mon cas ces temps-ci, je suis triste, malade Quand je dois faire honneur à certaine pecore Mais, son mari et moi, c'est Oreste et Pylade Et, pour garder l'ami, je la cajole encore
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Non contente de me dé plaire, elle me trompe Et les jours ou, furieux, voulant tout mettre à bas Je cri:"La coupe est pleine, il est temps que je rompe!" Le mari me suppli':"Non ne me quittez pas!"
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Et je reste, et, tous deux, ensemble on se flagorne Moi, je lui dis:"C'est vous mon cocu préféré" Il me réplique alors:"Entre toutes mes cornes Celles que je vous dois, mon cher, me sont sacrées"
Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère Je suis derrière...
Et je reste et, parfois, lorsque cette pimbeche S'attarde en compagni' de son nouvel amant Que la nurse est sorti', le mari à la peche C'est moi, pauvre de moi! qui garde les enfants
Hot Rod Harry Composer(s): Martin Christian Performer(s): Johnny Bond
Everybody make way for Hot Rod Harry of brains and cash I ain't got narry Gotta cravin' love for blazin' speed a whizzin' Lizzie, that's all I need
Now who needs dough, that's what I say want somethin' bad enough, there's a will'n'a way Da big dump heap just south of town a lotta ol' cars just layin' around
Snuck out late one Wednesday night so dark even ghosts were all outta sight found four old wheels and a frame t'boot won't look like much, but who gives a hoot
Got a motor block from an old dump truck just my speed and just my luck took it all home plus a dozen tires got my hammer 'n' nails 'n' some bailin' wire
Heard tell about a man of another day built a wonderful, wonderful one horse shay I'll do me the same, just give me the tools my mama didn't raise no idiots or fools
Lotta hard work 'n' she's ready to roll I took to that thing like a weevil to a boll A friend of mine towed it t'the top of a hill a lotta smooth road 'n' it's all downhill
I released the brake 'n' was under way sailing was smooth if I do so say At fifty per, got ta sizin' her up if I left sumpin' out, I'm a suck-eyed pup
Sixty MPH, just look at them tires balanced so smooth 'n' the clutch's on fire our instrument's workin', cool as the snow this baby's a peach, beats walkin' you know
I put her together like Edsels and Fords got me some old-timed running boards Eighty, then ninety, sailing along got fair piece from home, ain't nothin' goin' wrong
Hit a hundert'n'ten at the foot of the grade as the builder of hot rods I've got it made a foot on the brake, I slowed her way down swung to a stop and turned 'er around
Pulled up in the station and up to the pump hollered to the man, "Hey, man, fill 'er up" He grabbed the hose, started t'lookin' around scratchin' his head and snortin' around
"I give up," the station man said "where's the gas cap?" (my face turned red) I knowed there was something, as my mind went blank I forgot to install a gasoline tank
À L'ombre Bleue Du Figuier Composer(s): Michelle Senlis Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent les étés À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent ils sont passés
J'étais comme les bergers Un chien fou sur les talons J'étais comme les bergers Moitié blé moitié chardon Voyant se lever le jour J'y croyais à chaque fois L'amour appelle l'amour J'étais prince je suis roi
À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent les étés À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent ils sont passés
Ivre comme les oiseaux J'étais poussé par le vent Ivre commes les oiseaux Je me suis cogné souvent J'allais cherchant dans la brume Une lampe ou un drapeau J'y ai laissé quelques plumes Mais j'ai gardé mon chapeau
À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent les étés À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent ils sont passés
À la bouche une chanson Dans mon coeur un amour fou À la bouche une chanson J'ai rêvé que jusqu'au bout On dira qui était-il Me jetant des roses-thé Moi je dormirai tranquille Heureux d'avoir pu chanter
À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent les étés À l'ombre bleue du figuier Passent passent ils sont passés
Hopped Up Mustang Composer(s): Bill Romberger; Arlen Sanders Performer(s): Arlen Sanders
Let me tell ya about my new steed built for comfort, just my speed Ford Mustang, modified to set the pace Man, I could hardly wait to get out'n'race
It's got a 289 motor, with a special Cobra kit there ain't nothin' on the road that can even touch it It's got eight carburetors and it uses them all with a four-speed stick that just won't stall
With that transistor iginition and power-pipe exhaust this is the machine that'll really get lost Everthing built to make it perform it may not be hot but it sure is warm
We took delivery at the factory late one night it was purrin' like a kitten and movin' just right We pulled up on the freeway like it was goin' down hill and started passin' the sleds like they was standin' still
Then all of a sudden, before I could bat an eye a Cadillac sedan passed me by Somebody said, like, "that's the wheels for me" but by then the tail lights was all I could see
Well, these cats ribbed me for bein' behind so I started to make that Mustang unwind Pushed the foot-feed clear to the floor said "that's all there is, there ain't no more"
Smoke was rollin' outta the back when I started to gain on that Cadillac I was sure I could catch him 'n' I hoped I could pass but by then I knew I'd be short on gas
We went around a curve and passed a truck I pulled out my rabitt's foot, just for luck The fenders just missed the guardrail post the guy in the back was white as a ghost
I glanced over at the chick on the other side her face was blue 'n' I thought she'd died But I wasn't worried, 'cause what the heck by now me 'n' that Caddy was neck-and-neck
I guess they'd thought I'd lost my sense the telephone poles looked like a picket fence They said "slow down, I see spots the lines on the road just look like dots"
Went around a corner with the tires on the side you could feel the tension, man, what a ride I said "hold on, I got a license to fly" and that Cadillac faded back and let me by
Then I looked in the mirror 'n' saw somethin' comin' and I thought it was a plane by the way it was hummin' I'd been caught by a helicopter 'n' the CHP that was it, man, the end of me
Well, they busted me and threw me in the can so there was nothin' I could do but call the old man He said "wail in jail, 'cause I won't bail" Dang me, he told me not to hop up that Mustang!
A Load Of Hay Composer(s): Howard Barnes - Michael Feahy - Ethelbert Nevin Performer(s): Doris Day
Lovely day on top of a load of hay All the world is millions of miles away The old grey mare will get us there She won't hurry and I should worry I haven't got a care
I'm o.k. on top of a load of hay Hard at work with nothing to do all day My only view, a sky of blue Life is lovely because you told me you love me
Sun slowly sinking, wish you were with me I'm thinking your arms around me Oh what a thrill it would be Every day on top of a load of hay
I'm the queen of everything I survey The sun is bright, the world's alright I'm contented cause you've consented to marry me Life is lovely because you told me you love me
Sun slowly sinking, wish you were with me I'm thinking your arms around me Oh what a thrill it would be Every day on top of a load of hay
I'm the queen of everything I survey The sun is bright, the world's alright I'm contented 'cause you've consented to marry me I'm contented 'cause you've consented to marry me
Hot Rod Rocket Composer(s): Charlie Ryan; W.S. Stevenson Performer(s): Charlie Ryan
You heard of the Russians 'n' their man in space they say we're behind in this rocket race Well up in Washington they started thinkin' they needed the cat with the Hot Rod Lincoln
'Cause he was half of the Hot Rod Race the Hot Rod Lincoln, 'n' the Burlington Chase "Pass the Russians" was their battle cry or they'll rule the world as well as the sky
Now the kid that was drivin' that hopped up hack turned twenty-one just a while back He got a letter from his Uncle Sam he hopped in his rod & said "Here I Am"
Down at Canavaral not long after that who should I see but the hot rod cat Boarded the missile with a smile on his face I knew right then there was gonna be a race
When the hatch was shut on his channeled rod I heard him sing out to a gathered crowd "don't stand to close when I throttle her back man this rod is mean, like there ain't no slack"
When the count-down came, later that day blasted off, he was up-and-away Screamed off the pad with his hot machine wastin' no time pouring on the steam
Then all of a sudden, way up ahead he spied a Russian in his rocket red He pushed the button 'n' gave her a blast 'n' went into orbit, and I do mean fast
Passed old Jupiter, headed for Mars clippin' them off up there in the stars Commin' up fast, away out in space like, man, they was havin' a rocket race
The Kid never frowned on an honest race as long as it was done in a proper place He gave her a blast, to make her unwind he was gainin' fast, commin' up from behind
He was hummin' along at a frantic clip 'cause there was no speed limit on this trip The cat in the Lincoln was takin' a ride 'n' him 'n' that Russian was side-by-side
There wasn't a crowd out there in space him 'n' that Sputnik was havin' a race He figgered that he could get enough force to steer the Russian off'n his course
Heading for the sun, where it's good 'n' hot so he blasted off just one more pot Eased over beside him, and crowded him out sure enough the Russian had'a turn 'em about
Countries are bettin', and the stakes are high on just who is gonna rule the sky Now this is not the end of this here race 'cause that hot rod cat's still out in space
We haven't heard lately, but we will soon that hot rod cat's headed for the moon Time stands still when you're out in space but man we're havin' a rocket race
X-15 Composer(s): Johnny Bond Performer(s): Johnny Bond
Gather 'round you cat's 'n' you'll hear about a race I had in the stratosphere Ol' Joe had a slick jet, I mean and I flew a souped-up X-15
Now don't tune me out, I know what you're a-thinkin' 'n I ain't gonna bug ya with no Hot Rod Lincoln No, that was a long time ago by my grandad back in nineteen six-oh
But now it's a-nineteen'n'ninety seven we raced our jets next door to heaven So if you're ready I'll start at the top once I get a-goin' I won't wanna stop
Well they fastened our jets up under the wing of one of them big B70 things lifted us up to 80,000 feet where the atmosphere and the stratosphere meet
Well, they cut us loose, and we cut away out broke the sound barrier, there's not doubt Gave her the gun, heard the motors purr revved her up to 4,000 per
Off to my left, ol' Joe was a-whistlin' he was doin' okay in that rocket of hizzin' it was half past two when we left Nevada now passin' below, Denver, Colorada
I noticed I was fallin' a little behind so I thought I'd make this ol' turtle unwind This little baby is sweeter than sweet at a hundred and forty-four thousand feet
Now this X-15 is a goin' thing got two little stubs, they call it a wing won't help you much if the motor stalls hey, lookie below, Niagra Falls
I kept goin' up on a two-degree course ol' Joe kept comin', he weren't ridin' no horse I noticed my (?) was a-makin' commotion about the time we reached the Atlantic ocean
Now 'long about here, supposed to turn 'em around and gather more speed as we angle 'em down Sumpin' had happened, I heard a loud pop looked out in time to see both motors stop
Now this little dip wasn't wrote in the script when them jets went out I nearly quit 'cause when this dang thing starts to fall it floats like a two-ton cannonball
Wait just a minute, sumpin' wrong here this thing ain't fallin', goin' high in the air faster'n'faster, the higher we go how we gonna get down, man I don't know
Well we circled the Earth in three hours flat yes I'm in orbit, no doubt about that here I sit, just circlin' in space what's that? Don't ask me, I don't know who won the race
