Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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How Much I Feel
Composer(s): David Pack
First release by: Ambrosia - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I don't know how this whole business started
Of you thinkin' that I have been untrue
But if you think that we'd be better parted
It's gonna hurt me, but I'll break away from you
Well just give me the sign and I will be gone
Yeah....
That's how much I feel (Feel for you baby)
How much I need (I need your touch)
How much I live (I live for your lovin')
That's how much
That's how much
That's how much
That's how much
Ooh
Sleep alone and late at night I'm dreamin'
Of the togetherness that seems to be leavin' me
Oh no!
I'd give it all and then I'd give some more
If you would only love me like you had before
Oh, take hold of my hand
And all will be forgiven
That's how much I feel (Feel for you baby)
How much I need (I need your touch)
How much I live (I live for your lovin')
That's how much
That's how much
That's how much
That's how much
So you try (Try to stay in the middle)
And then you cry (Well you cry just a little)
Then we both realise (Just how foolish you may have been)
Ooh, and you try to make amends
But your better off as friends
'Cause that's how much
That's how much
That's how much
That's how much
Ooh...
How's your life been goin' on?
I got a wife now, years we've been going strong
Oh no!
There's just something that I got to say
Sometimes when we make love
I still see your face
Ooh...
Just try to recall when we were as one
Yeah...
That's how much I feel (Feel for you baby)
How much I need (I need your touch)
How much I live (I live for your lovin')
That's how much
That's how much...
A Nation Once Again Composer(s): Thomas Osbourne Davis Performer(s): The Irish Tenors
When Boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen When Greece and Rome who Bravely stood Three hundred men and three men And then I prayed I might yet see Our fetters rent in twain And Ireland long a province be A Nation Once Again
A Nation Once Again A Nation Once Again And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
And from that time through wildest woe That hope has shone a far light Nor could love's brightest glow Outshine that solemn starlight It seemed to watch above my head in forum, field and fane It's angels voice sang `round my bed A Nation Once Again
A Nation Once Again A Nation Once Again And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
It whispered too that freedom's ark And service high and holy Would be profane by feeling dark For passions vane or lowly But freedom comes from God's right hand And needs a Godly train And rightous men must make our land A Nation Once Again
A Nation Once Again A Nation Once Again And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
So as I grew from boy to man I bent me to that bidding My spirit of each selfish plan And cruel passion ridding For thus, I hoped one day to aid Oh can such hope be vain? When my dear country shall be made A Nation Once Again
A Nation Once Again A Nation Once Again And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
How Many Times Do I Have To Tell You? Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Dick Haymes
How many times do I have to tell you That youre the person that I adore? How many times do I have to tell you And not repeat what I have said before?
How many ways can I say I miss you And skip the ever familiar rhymes? How many times do I have to kiss you? Dont make it less than a million times
Ive said over and over and over and over again That you are my one obsession But Id be willing to say it again and again If I thought it would make an impression
How many dreams do I have to sell you To make the one in my heart come true? How many times do I have to tell you Before you know Im in love with you?
How many dreams do I have to sell you To make the one in my heart come true? How many times do I have to tell you Before you know Im in love with you?
A Must To Avoid Composer(s): Steve Barri - P.F. Sloan First release by: Herman's Hermits - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Les Petites Choses (by Claude François) 1966 - Uno Solo Di Noi (by I Camaleonti)
She's a must to avoid A complete impossibility She's a must to avoid Better take it from me
You'll think she's a prize at the start But take my advice, play it smart She's nothin' but trouble Better cut out on the double Before she gets into your heart
She's a must to avoid A complete impossibility She's a must to avoid Better take it from me
When you stare into her pretty blue eyes There's no way to see through her disguise But don't try to love her 'cause you'll quickly discover You're trapped in the web of her lies
She's a must to avoid A complete impossibility She's a must to avoid Better take it from me
Her lips look inviting it's true But lots of other guys have felt like you do She'll build up your hopes and when you need her the most That's when she'll say goodbye to you
She's a must to avoid A complete impossibility She's a must to avoid Better take it from me
How Many Times Can We Say Goodbye Composer(s): Steve Goodman Performer(s): Luther Vandross; Dionne Warwick
Here we are so close to the end now Still holding on and trying to pretend now Clinging to love we both know is dying We've tried and tried to find the solution But Darling All our dreams have been played out Still we go on hopelessly trying
How many times can we say good-bye How many times can we see love die How many times can we give it one more try Before we really say good-bye Good-bye
We're so in love but wrong for each other Each hurt that heals brings on another Both of us abusing Both of us using Darling It's time to stop pretending There's just no way to rewrite our ending We're caught in this game And we both know we're losing, but
How many times can we say good-bye How many times can we see love die How many times can we give it one more try Before we really say good-bye Good-bye Good-bye
How many times can we breakup and makeup Both of our hearts refusing to wake up Just can't go on and on Living a lie Though I'll always love you
How many times can we say good-bye How many times can we watch love die How many times can we give it one more try Before we really say good-bye Good-bye Bye-bye Good-bye Bye-bye
A Mulher De Cada Porto Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo Performer(s): Edú Lobo
Ele: Quem me dera ficar meu amor, de uma vez Mas escuta o que dizem as ondas do mar Se eu me deixo amarrar por um mês Na amada de um porto Noutro porto outra amada é capaz De outro amor amarrar, ah Minha vida, querida, não é nenhum mar de rosas Chora não, vou voltar
Ela: Quem me dera amarrar meu amor quase um mês Mas escuta o que dizem as pedras do cais Se eu deixasse juntar de uma vez meus amores num porto Transbordava a baía com todas as forças navais Minha vida, querido, não é nenhum mar de rosas Volta não, segue em paz
Os Dois: Minha vida querido (querida) não é nenhum mar de rosas
How Many Tears Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King Performer(s): Bobby Vee; Carole King
(Yum diddy dum diddy um)
How many tears can you cry when you're sad and lonely? And how many tears can you cry when someone makes you blue? That's a question I'm still unable to answer 'Cause I can't stop my cryin' over you
(Yum diddy dum diddy um)
How many lies can you can you count when you just can't sleep at night? And how many lies can you count before your heart is free? That's a question I'm still unable to answer 'Cause I'm still countin' the lies you told to me
(Yum diddy dum diddy um)
There's just no end to all the broken promises that I recall I was a fool to fall for you It hurts to know you played a game and went and had yourself a ball And through it all made me blue
(Yum diddy dum diddy um)
How many tears can you cry when it all is over? And how many tears can you cry when you want someone new? That's a question I'm still unable to answer 'Cause I can't stop my love for you
(Yum diddy dum diddy um) (Yum diddy dum diddy um) That's a question I'm still unable to answer 'Cause I can't stop my love for you
A Moving Story Composer(s): Chris Difford - Glenn Tilbrook Performer(s): Squeeze
She moved from Clapham And didn't look back Her life was changed in an instant The van was filled up And tied to the rack Her home that now seemed so distant Kissing goodbye To her friends on the stairs She felt a loss deep within her Sat in the front seat with stuff everywhere The neighbours said they would ring her They moved to the sea front And loved their new view Of tides coming in on the shingle She and her daughter Found new things to do At last it was good to be single And in the summer The place came alive Lights on the pier in the evening The fresh sea air And could cut with a knife Such a wonderful feeling
She worked in a pub Where bands would appear On a tiny stage in the corner She watched them load in With tattered old gear The place would get like a sauna London had gone now Her new life was strong She found herself a new karma She fell for a man Who played with a band And took her life from it's drama
She moved from Clapham And didn't look back The past was neatly extinguished He was much younger But she lived with that He struggled hard with his english She felt his loving And proudly reclaimed All of the warmth she'd been lacking They lay in bed Looking out at the rain No more moving or packing
She moved from Clapham And didn't look back Her life had changed in an instant
How Many Teardrops Composer(s): Rick Rodell Performer(s): Lou Christie
How many teardrops must I cry till you believe in me? And how many teardrops must I dry to end this misery?
I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry yi yi yi yi Must I cry, have to fall To say you're mine (you're mine) only mine (you're mine) Mi yi yi yi yi yine
I wish I knew the reason why you've gone & made me blue You didn't even tell me that you and I were through I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry Must I cry, have to fall To say you're mine (you're mine) only mine
It's all a part of a little game that you had cooked up for me Tryin' to find out just how much you really mean to me If that's the reason for leavin', there's no reason to explain 'Cause baby, I really need you like the roses need the rain
I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry yi yi yi yi Must I cry, have to fall To say you're mine (how many teardrops) Oh must I cry (how many teardrops) Oh must I cry (how many teardrops)
How Many More Times Composer(s): John Bonham; John Paul Jones; Jimmy Page Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; and various other artists
How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do When I give you all my love, please, please be true
I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all I got to get you together, baby I'm sure, sure you're gonna call Oh, wanna love some other man too
Ooh I was a young man, I couldn't resist Started thinkin' it over just what I had missed Got me a girl and I kissed her, and then, and then whoops, oh, no, yeah, well I did it again Now Iv'e got ten children of my own I got another child on the way that makes eleven But I'm in constant Heaven
I know it's alright in my mind 'cause I got a little schoolgirl and she's all mine I can't get through to her 'cause it doesn't permit but I'm gonna give her everything I've got to give
Oh, Rosie, oh, girl Oh, Rosie, oh, girl Steal away, now, steal away Steal away, baby, steal away Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play A-why don'tcha come with me, baby, steal away Alright, alright
Well, they call me the Hunter, that's my name Call me the Hunter, that's how I got my fame Ain't no need to hide, Ain't no need to run 'cause I've got you in the sights of my gun
How many more times, barrelhouse all night long, alright How many more times, barrelhouse all night long Well, I've got to get to you, baby So-whoa-whoa-whoa please come home Why don't you listen to me, babe Why don't you please come home Why don't you please come home Why don't you please come, oh
An Irish boy was leaving Leaving his native home Crossing the broad Atlantic Once more he wished to roam And as he was leaving his mother Who was standing on the quay She threw her arms around his waist And this to him did say
A mother's love's a blessing No matter where you roam Keep her while she's living You'll miss her when she's gone Love her as in childhood Though feeble, old and grey For you'll never miss a mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay
And as the years go onwards I'll settle down in life And choose a nice young colleen And take her for my wife And as the babes grow older And climb around my knee I'll teach them the very same lesson That my mother taught to me
A mother's love's a blessing No matter where you roam Keep her while she's living You'll miss her when she's gone Love her as in childhood Though feeble, old and grey For you'll never miss a mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay
Abrázame Composer(s): José Feliciano - Salomon Gil - Michael Masser - José M. Silva Performer(s): José Feliciano
Feliciano: Te abrazo, te toco, te hago una mujer ya siento mi amor, que te voy a tener La noche es duea de los dos y te abrazo, te toco, te voy a hacer sentir mujer
Lanny: De nada vale ahora mentir siento en mi alma un frenes
Both: Abrzame esta noche amor abrzame hasta siempre ahgame en tu calor amor ammonos por siempre Abrzame esta noche amor abrzame hasta siempre no sentimos ya temor amor ammonos por siempre
Lanny: Y te entiendo porque siento tu amor por mi sabes que nunca voy a fingir No tenemos nada que temer as que abrzame, tcame y hazme sentir mujer
Feliciano: De nada vale ahora mentir confa solo siempre en mi
How Lucky You Are Composer(s): Desmond O'Connor; Eddie Cassen Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; and various other artists
As you walk, as you talk with the one you love Do you know just how lucky you are? When you stroll hand in hand neath the moon above Does your heart sing how lucky you are?
Therere so many heartaches in this world of ours But sometimes a dream will come true
When the one that you love is in love with you Thats the greatest of blessings by far And you dont know how lucky you are.
Therere so many heartaches in this world of ours But sometimes a dream will come true
When the one that you love is in love with you Thats the greatest of blessings by far And you dont know how lucky you are
Mother's Lament (aka Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plughole) (Traditional) Performer(s): Martin Carthy; Cream
A mother was bathin' her baby one night The youngest of ten, a poor little mite The mother was fat and the baby was fine T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin
The mother turned round for the soap from the rack She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried "Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Your baby has gorn dahn the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He shoulda been bathed in a jug
Your baby is perfik'ly happy He won't need no bathin' no more He's workin' his way through the sewers Not lost, just gone on before
Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe And the chlorine is bad for his eyes He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him He needed the exercise
Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy For I know he is suff'rin' no pain Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Let's hope he don't stop up the drain
How Lovely Cooks The Meat Composer(s): Josef Marais Performer(s): Doris Day & Frankie Laine
Frankie: Oh, how lovely cooks the meat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat When I get back home to eat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat I smell it far away And I thought of it all day She's cookin' the meat for me What a meal it's gonna be
Doris: Oh, I cooked a lovely meal To my man it will appeal When he comes in through the door He will love me even more
Frankie: Oh, how lovely cooks the meat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat When I get back home to eat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat I smell it far away And I thought of it all day She's cookin' the meat for me What a meal it's gonna be
Doris: Oh, the stove is much too hot Now the steak has big black spots And I hope it won't be tough 'Cos my man must get enough
Frankie: Oh, how lovely cooks the meat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat When I get back home to eat Oh, how lovely cooks the meat I'm comin' through the door I cannot wait no more An' at the table take my seat And put my teeth into that meat
Doris: Oh, my dear, your teeth are strong And I hope that I'm not wrong Though the steak is burnt and tough I am sure you'll get enough
Frankie: Oh, how lovely is my wife Oh, how lovely is my wife I will keep her all my life Oh, how lovely is my wife
Doris: I'll learn to cook someday Frankie: Yes, and then she'll pay her way Both: But between us there's no strife She's/I'm a lovely, lovely wife How lovely cooks the meat
A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Lee Adams
So, it's come at last At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage Just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish And never mind putting a lid on it Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother Who bronzed your baby shoes? Kissed ev'ry little bruise?
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor? You coughed and who was there? It's just too hard to bear A mother doesn't matter anymore With bunions on my feet I trudged through snow and sleet To bring your lic'rice from the corner store I sold my Tiffany lamp So you could go to camp Now a mother doesn't matter anymore
That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent Fancy funerals are for rich people Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day
And precious, by the way The doctor called today What I got's a condition Yes he's sure There's nothing they can do I'll last a week or two Because for a condition there's no cure That time you caught the croup Who made you chicken soup And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore? You sacrifice your life, then, Bang! You get the knife Now a mother doesn't matter anymore
There, I feel better now Everything is as it should be A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump And a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time And stayed to ruin an American woman's life
Who gave up nights of rest To rub Vicks on your chest? Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four? My life has been in vain This country's down the drain 'Cause a mother doesn't matter No, a mother doesn't matter Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore
