Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hurt Composer(s): Trent Reznor Performer(s): Johnny Cash; and various other artists
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end
You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
I wear my crown of shit On my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stain of time The feeling disappears You are someone else I am still right here What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end
You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
À Propos De Mon Père Composer(s): M. Benoit - M. Mallory Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Je l'ai inventé tout entier Il a fini par exister Je l'ai fabriqué comme j'ai pu Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu
J'imagine ma main d'enfant À l'abri dans la main de grand Le seul homme en qui j'aurais cru Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu
On m'a donné on m'a donné la vie Tant pis si je ne sais pas qui Je garderai la part du rêve J'en referai toute ma vie
N'en parlez pas, n'y touchez pas Vous qui ne le connaissez pas Il n'y a qu'en moi qu'il ai vécu Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu
Il est parti vers un horizon, vers l'oubli Il dort pour une longue nuit J'imaginerai tout le reste Oh! Et j'imaginerai sa vie
Il était mon premier secret Et je disais qu'il existait Et j'ai menti tant que j'ai pu Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu Oh! Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu Oh! Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu
What I Want Is A Proper Cup Of Coffee Composer(s): Bert Lee - R.P. Weston Performer(s): Trout Fishing In America
A Sultan sat on his oriental mat, in his harem in downtown Persia He took a sip of coffee, just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia "Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya That's the worst cup of coffee in Persia!"
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
In days of old when knights and men were bold, and whiskey was much cheaper Burt Turpin rode to a coffee shop and showed his pistols to the keeper He said "Stand and deliver! Can't you see that I'm all a'quiver?"
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
When Bonaparte found that he was in the cart and he lost that Waterloo fight He gave his sword to Wellington, my Lord, and he said "Those British can't half fight Now you've had your Waterloo, sir, tell me what am I having with you, sir?"
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
Now King Solomon and his queen would carry on, so we heard in the ancient scandals He bought her lots of silver coffee pots with diamond legs and handles And said the Queen of Sheba, "I'd rather have any old tea-bag..."
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
"`Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"
Hurry Up Composer(s): Sharon Sheeley Performer(s): Ritchie Valens
Hurry up, before I get another date Hurry up, well it's gettin' awful late Well I told you when I walked you home And I told you on the telephone That I'd be here at a quarter to nine Oh little girl ain't you ever on time Nothin' bugs me baby like a-havin' to wait But it always seems to happen everytime we have a date Hurry up, well c'mon let's go Hurry up, we'll be late for the show Hurry up, oh yeah, hurry up
We got to the movie baby wouldn't you know The only seats I saw were in the very last row I there sat down and I tried to watch the show When you look at your watch, you say c'mon let's go
A Profound And Beautiful Sadness Composer(s): Derroll Adams Performer(s): Derroll Adams
A profound and beautiful sadness Was the passage of all times I hear the wind - the rain is falling Through it all I hear time calling And years go by like a silent cry
And there as a child my heart was thrilled And all the dreams that speak to me still And now my heart feels sad Memories too - so many bad A profound and beautiful sadness Was the passage of all times I hear the wind - the rain is falling Through it all I hear time calling And years go by like a silent cry
I live alone Above the station A product of... My Lord's creation And in this town of disco heat The dancing of a thousand feet
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah oh, oh, oh Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah oh, oh, oh Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
I work inside the children's city They treat me as the Lord and maker And in this town of stops and starts The beating of a thousand hearts
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah oh, oh, oh Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
I can see Just by using my eyes I can see It's really no surprise in the park Along the pathway I can walk In a sullen way Late at night I'm walking back Funny music inside my head And when my imagination runs The shooting of a thousand guns
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah oh, oh, oh Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah
Hurricane Composer(s): Kledir Ramil; Fogaça Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
The clear waters of day shining over the wheat fields Mornings of grape and wine remembering times of peace The taste of cold at dawn, the bread warmer than the sun I think of the cold that now inhabits my heart
There is, in the eyes of the people, the same great sadness because the arms of steel stop us like dams
But what they don't know, what they will never know is that here in our land, from the mountains to the sea blows a light breeze that will become a hurricane Ah, but they don't know that one day it will be a hurricane
Friend, keep your mind alive and alert to deceit that the right time, the precise moment, will come sooner or later May your little children know that it is a long and hard journey that neither pain, wood or time can bend a wild heart
Hurricane
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops" And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Paterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are white"
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure" Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow You'll be doin' society a favor That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim
"Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jail house Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell That's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
A Prisoner Of The Past Composer(s): Paddy McAloon Performer(s): Prefab Sprout
I'm a ghost to you now, I'm someone you don't really wish to see I'm a ghost to you now, a shadow since you turned your back on me Maybe you'll learn why it was I shook Baby your turn to wear the haunted look
This ghost is here to stay I survived the blast Get Ready, get ready to pay I'm taking you at last A prisoner of the past This ghost is here to stay He survived the blast Get ready, get ready to say "I've found my niche at last A prisoner of the past"
Anywhere that you go, I'm going to be the welcome there for you Everywhere that you go - be certain that the table's set for two! Maybe you'll learn - there's nowhere you can go Baby you'll turn - as white, as white as snow
This ghost is here to stay I survived the blast Get Ready, get ready to pay I'm taking you at last A prisoner of the past This ghost is here to stay He survived the blast Get ready, get ready to say "I've found my niche at last A prisoner of the past"
This ghost is here to stay I survived the blast Get Ready, get ready to pay I'm taking you at last A prisoner of the past
Hurlevent Composer(s): M. Cywie; P. Loiseau; G. Stern Performer(s): Dave
Sur les hauts de Hurlevent, je suis venu souvent me promener parmi les pierres, et m'allonger dans la bruyère pour penser à toi... penser à toi
Mais si le vent te fais peur, tu n'as plus rien à craindre je t'appendrais à l'aimer si tu viens me rejoindre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent Nous graverons nos deux curs sur les vieux murs de pierres nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
Hurlevent n'attend que toi, et moi je reste là les yeux perdus vers l'horizon, je garde encore mes illusions tu viendras demain... tu viendras demain
Mais si le vent te fais peur, tu n'as plus rien à craindre je t'appendrais à l'aimer si tu viens me rejoindre
Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent Nous graverons nos deux curs sur les vieux murs de pierres nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
Nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour où chantera le vent... Nous graverons nos deux curs sur les vieux murs de pierres nous ouvrirons les fenêtres envahies par le lierre Et nous ferons des hauts de Hurlevent un paradis d'amour, qui défiera le temps
A Primera Vista ((English & Portuguese Versions: At First Sight (by Pedro Aznar); A Primeira Vista (by Chico César)) Composer(s): Chico César - Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Cuando no tenía nada deseé Cuando todo era ausencia esperé Cuando tuve frío temblé Cuando tuve coraje llamé
Cuando llegó carta la abrí Cuando escuché a Prince (Salif Keita) bailé Cuando el ojo brilló entendí Cuando me crecieron alas volé
Cuando me llamó allá fui Cuando me di cuenta estaba ahí Cuando te encontré me perdí En cuanto te vi me enamoré
Hurdy Gurdy Man Composer(s): Donovan Performer(s): Donovan
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I open my eyes to take a peep To find that I was by the sea Gazing with tranquillity 'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Came singing songs of love, Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Came singing songs of love Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Histories of ages past Unenlightened shadows cast Down through all eternity The crying of humanity 'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Comes singing songs of love Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Comes singing songs of love Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Here comes the roly poly man and he's singing songs of love Roly poly, roly poly, roly poly, poly he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang?
A Primeira Vista ((English & Spanish Versions: At First Sight (by Pedro Aznar); A Primera Vista (by Pedro Aznar)) Composer(s): Chico César Performer(s): Chico César; Badi Assad
Quando no tinha nada eu quis Quando tudo era ausncia esperei Quando tive frio tremi Quando tive coragem liguei
Quando chegou carta abri Quando ouvi Prince dancei Quando o olho brilhou, entendi Quando criei asas, voei
Quando me chamou eu vim Quando dei por mim tava aqui Quando lhe achei, me perdi Quando vi voc, me apaixonei
Quando no tinha nada eu quis Quando tudo era ausncia esperei Quando tive frio tremi Quando tive coragem liguei
Quando chegou carta abri Quando ouvi Salif Keita dancei Quando o olho brilhou, entendi Quando criei asas, voei
Quando me chamou eu vim Quando dei por mim tava aqui Quando lhe achei, me perdi Quando vi voc, me apaixonei
Hunting Tigers Out In "Indiah" Composer(s): Stanley Damerell; Evans; Hargreaves Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
With big, hungry tigers, table manners have no place Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no After they have eaten you, they never say their Grace Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
Hunting tigers can be ripping fun Like three blind mice, see the hunters run
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah!
You all know how beastly tigers are Out in, out in, out in "Indiah"
They bite, they scratch They make an awful fuss It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss" Oh, hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah!
They bite, they scratch They make an awful fuss It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss" Oh, hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah!
"I say, J.O., it's jolly frightening out here" "Nonsense, dear boy, you should be like me!" "But look at you, you're shaking all over!" "Shaking, you silly goose, I'm just doing the Watusi, that's all"
Tigers don't go out on rainy nights They've no need to whet their appetites
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah!
How many tigers can you find with forks and serviettes? Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no Don't care in what part of you they fix their fretwork sets Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no
Hunting tigers can be ripping fun Like three blind mice, see the hunters run! Hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah! Hunting tigers out in "Indiah" Out in, out in, out in "Indiah" Yah!
At First Sight ((Portuguese & Spanish Versions: A Primeira Vista (by Chico César); A Primera Vista (by Pedro Aznar)) Composer(s): Chico César - Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
When I had nothing I desired When all was absence I waited When I was cold I trembled When I had the courage I called
When the letter arrived I opened it When I heard Prince (Salif Keita) I danced When the eye sparkled I understood When I grew wings I flew
When I was called, there I went When I took notice I was there When I found you I lost myself As soon as I saw you I fell in love
A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow Composer(s): Roger Edens Performer(s): Judy Garland and multiple other artists
Twas on a bright morning in Summer When I first heard his voice spakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"
Och many times often ye met me And told me that I should be You darling, Acushla A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree
Purty girl, purty girl With no on there to show her how The purt, purt, purty girl is now Milking her cow
I have not the manners or graces Of the girls in the world where ye move And I have not their beautiful faces But oh, I've a heart that can love
And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin With jewels, jewels in me brow But och, don't be after forgettin' Your purty girl milking her cow
Purty girl, purty cow, I'm sure this song would have never been wrote If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow So the pretty girl was milking her cow
Her cow, her cow... La, la, la, la, la, la... La, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la A purty girl milking her cow!
