Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Thousand Kisses Deep Composer(s): Sharon Terea Robinson - Leonard Cohen First release by: Leonard Cohen - 2001 Covered by multiple other artists
The ponies run, the girls are young The odds are there to beat You win a while and then its done Your little winning streak And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat You live your life as if its real A Thousand Kisses Deep
Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed Im back on Boogie Street You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece And maybe I had miles to drive And promises to keep You ditch it all to stay alive A Thousand Kisses Deep
And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep
Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me I made it to the forward deck I blessed our remnant fleet And then consented to be wrecked A Thousand Kisses Deep
Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed Im back on Boogie Street I guess they wont exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep And quiet is the thought of you The file on you complete Except what we forgot to do A Thousand Kisses Deep
And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep
The ponies run, the girls are young The odds are there to beat
Walking On The Milky Way Composer(s): Nigel Ippinson; Andy McCluskey; Keith Small Performer(s): Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
When I was only 17 My head was full of brilliant dreams My heart would call and I would gladly go
At 21 the world was mine And I was yours and your divine And nothing else would matter to a soul
I don't believe in destiny I don't believe in love I don't believe that anything will ever be enough
(Chorus)
Oh, man you should have seen us On the way to Venus Walking on the Milky Way It was quite a day Walking on the big stuff Acting like we're real tough Baby we were on our way So what you say
As time goes by reality Destroys your hope and dignity There's nothing left but shadows on the wall
But just remember who you are And where you've been you've come so far And never ever let them see you fall
I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in truth I don't believe that anything can recreate your youth
Walking My Baby Back Home Composer(s): Fred E. Ahlert; Harry Richman; Roy Turk Performer(s): Nat King Cole; and various other artists
Gee it's great after being out late Walking my baby back home Arm in arm over meadow and farm Walking my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song Or Im reciting a poem Hours go by and they give me the eye Walking my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile And snuggles her head to my chest We start in to pet, and thats when I get Her powder all over my vest
After I kind of straighten my tie She has to borrow my comb One kiss then we continue again Walking my baby back home
Shes afraid of the dark So I had to park outside of her door till it's light She says if I try to kiss her shell cry I dry her tears all through the night
Hand in hand to a barbeque stand Right from her doorway we roam Eat and then its a pleasure again Walking my baby, talking my baby Loving my baby, I dont mean maybe Walking my baby back home
A Thing Going On Composer(s): J.J. Cale Performer(s): J.J. Cale
Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on Ain't nothing to it Got to get down and do it I tell you the truth Ain't jivin' you Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Something in this place It's on every face It's catching fever You just can't leave her Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on What we gonna do We're gonna roll through Do it right, keep it light Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on
Walking In Your Shadow Composer(s): David Byron; Paul Newton Performer(s): Uriah Heep
I'm walking in your shadow Ever since you went away And the clock on the wall Really hasn't very much to say For you left me bleeding And left me needing you
In so very many ways I was trying to attract your mind But I'm the lonely one 'Cause I had to leave it all behind
Lied and deceiving Why should I be grieving you
Ride on a golden wave Set sail for the sun Make every cloud your slave Don't be alone
When I get back from trip of the ocean wall Still walking in your shadow And still looking for somewhere to hide
A Thing Called Love Composer(s): Jerry Reed First recording/First release by: Jerry Reed - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Six foot six he stood on the ground Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love
He was the kind of man to gamble on luck Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup Because of love
Can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hand Like the wind it covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of any man This thing called love It can lift you up, it can put you down Take your world and turn it all around Ever since time nothin's ever been found Stronger than love
Most men are like me, they struggle and doubt Trouble their minds day in and day out Too busy with livin' to worry about A thing called love
But then I see a mother's tenderness As she holds her young close to her breast Then I thank my God this world was blessed With a thing called love
Can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hand Like the wind it covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of any man This thing called love It can lift you up, it can put you down Take your world and turn it all around Ever since time nothin's ever been found Stronger than love
A Televisão Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Adriana Maciel
O homem da rua Fica só por teimosia Não encontra companhia Mas pra casa não vai não Em casa a roda Já mudou, que a moda muda A roda é triste, a roda é muda Em volta lá da televisão No céu a lua Surge grande e muito prosa Dá uma volta graciosa Pra chamar as atenções O homem da rua Que da lua está distante Por ser nego bem falante Fala só com seus botões
O homem da rua Com seu tamborim calado Já pode esperar sentado Sua escola não vem não A sua gente Está aprendendo humildemente Um batuque diferente Que vem lá da televisão No céu a lua Que não estava no programa Cheia e nua, chega e chama Pra mostrar evouções O homem da rua Não percebe o seu chamego E por falta doutro nego Samba só com seus botões
Os namorados Já dispensam seu namoro Quem quer riso, quem quer choro Não faz mais esforço não E a própria vida Ainda vai sentar sentida Vendo a vida mais vivida Que vem lá da televisão O homem da rua Por ser nego conformado Deixa a lua ali de lado E vai ligar os seus botões No céu a lua Encabulada e já minguando Numa nuvem se ocultando Vai de volta pros sertões
Walking Down Madison Composer(s): Kirsty MacColl; Johnny Marr Performer(s): Kirsty MacColl
Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun I was philosophizing some Checking out the bums
See you give 'em your nickels, your pennies and dimes But you can't give 'em hope in these mercenary times, oh no And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park Oh no it's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to
Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun No I never shot no-one - wouldn't do it just for fun Walking down Madison - trying to keep my head screwed on I was philosophizing some Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don't look at those freaks Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah The beaming boy from Harlem with the airforce coat The ones who died The ones who tried The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps It's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to
Within every city and town there's a Madison Frozen lives for whom nothing's happening Hungry children is a mother's dilemma Dumpster diving to feed her baby Emma So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you The held out hand that you pay no respect to Nickels and dimes won't even buy your guilt Another wino burnt to death in his quilt It's a cardboard city, newspaper metropolis The system can't cope or keep on top of this The authorities come as you're not for display Do they solve the problem no they move him away They're in a vicious circle of no fixed abode The social won't pay 'em the money they're owed When you've got no money you can't pay rent Hypothermia kills 'cos the system is bent
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park Oh no it's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps It's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to
In the subway sits a vacuous man His grip on life is a bent tin can It's a holy shrine where he burns his light It makes things easy and removes his plight For an hour or two but he can't escape They're all penned in with government tape There are good samaritans who bring the soup The sally army with their bibles and boots You can see yourself as it's not too far One short trip you don't who they are Till the night comes then it all comes back Like the smell of patchouli and the armies of rats It's a shame to be human it's a human shame It seems we've forgotten we're one and the same
A Teenager's Romance Composer(s): David Gillam Performer(s): Rick Nelson
Bah, bah, bah, but Bah, bah, bah, but Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, but Do do do do do do Bah, bah, bah, but Bah, bah, bah, but Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, but
A teenager's romance is fickled or true A teenager's romance is red hot or blue You're either in misery or high on a crest A teenager's romance is like all the rest
They tell us we're different We haven't the right To decide for ourselves, dear What's black and what's white
Keep saying you love me And they'll look upon A teenager's romance That goes on and on
They tell us we're different We haven't the right To decide for ourselves, dear What's black and what's white
Keep saying you love me And they'll look upon A teenager's romance That goes on and on A teenager's romance That goes on and on
Walking By Myself Composer(s): James A. Lane; Jimmy Rogers Performer(s): Johnny Winter
Walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand I just walk to be your lovin' man I love you, yes, I love you with all my heart and soul I wouldn't mistreat you for my weight in gold
You know I love you, you know it's true Give you all my lovin', what more can I do
Walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand I just walk to be your lovin' man
You know I love you, you know it's true Give you all my, what more can I do
I'm walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand I just walk to be your lovin' man Yeah, I just walk to be your lovin' man Try again now
A Teenager In Love Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman First release by: Dion & the Belmonts - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart Cause I am so afraid that we will have to part Each night I ask the stars up above Why must I be a teenager in love?
One day I feel so happy, next day I feel so sad I guess I'll learn to take the good with the bad Each night I ask the stars up above Why must I be a teenager in love?
I cried a tear for nobody but you I'll be a lonely one if you should say we're through.
Well if you want to make me cry, that won't be so hard to do If you should say goodbye, I'll still go on loving you Each night I ask the stars up above Why must I be a teenager in love?
I cried a tear for nobody but you I'll be a lonely one if you should say we're through.
Well if you want to make me cry, that won't be so hard to do And if you should say goodbye, I'll still go on loving you Each night I ask the stars up above Why must I be a teenager in love?
Why must I be a teenager in love? Why must I be a teenager in love? Why must I be a teenager in love?
Walking Blues Composer(s): Robert Johnson Performer(s): Robert Johnson
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes But you know by that, I got these old walkin' blues
Lord I feel like blowin my old lonesome horn Got up this mornin, my little Bernice was gone, Lord I feel like blowin my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin, whoa all I had was gone
Well, leave this mornin' if I have to, ride the blinds I feel mistreated, and I don't mind dyin' Leavin this mornin', if I have to ride the blind Babe, Ive been mistreated, baby and I don't mind dyin'
Well, some people tell me that the worried blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had Some people tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had
Shes got a elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes Ooh, from her head down to her toes Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes
Teenage Idol ((French Version: L'Idole Des Jeunes) (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1962)) Composer(s): Jack Lewis First release by: Rick Nelson - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Some people call me a teenage idol Some people say they envy me I guess they got no way of knowing How lonesome I can be
I need somebody to be my baby Someone to tell my troubles to I've got no time to ever find her Cause I'm just passing through
I travel around from town to lonely town I guess I'll always be just a rolling stone If I find fortune and fame and lots of people know my name That won't mean a thing if I'm all alone
I get no rest when I'm feeling weary I got to pack my bags and go I got to be somewhere tomorrow To smile and do my show
I travel around from town to lonely town I guess I'll always be just a rolling stone If I find fortune and fame and lots of people know my name That won't mean a thing if I'm all alone
Some people call me a teenage idol Some people say they envy me I guess they got no way of knowing How lonesome I can be How lonesome I can be
Woke up this morning, up this morning With my head bowed down, hey, hey, hey Woke up this morning with my head bowed down I had that mean old feeling, I was in the wrong man's town
Mailman's been here, mailman's been here But didn't leave no news, hey, hey, hey Mailman's been here but didn't leave no news That's the reason why mama's got the walking blues
Walked and walked till I, walked and walked I almost lost my mind, hey, hey, hey Walked and walked till I almost lost my mind I was afraid to stop walking 'cause I might lose some time
Got a short time to make it, short time to make it And a long ways to go, Lord, Lord, Lord Short time to make it and a long way to go Trying to find the town they call San Antonio
Thought I'd rest me, thought I'd rest me I couldn't hear no news, Lord, Lord, Lord Thought I'd rest me, I couldn't hear no news I'll soon be there 'cause I got the walking blues
L'idole Des Jeunes ((Adapted from: Teenage Idol (by Rick Nelson) - 1962)) Composer(s): Jack Lewis - Ralph Bernet Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1962
Les gens m'appellent l'idole des jeunes Il en est même qui m'envient Mais ils ne savent pas dans la vie Que parfois je m'ennuie
Je cherche celle qui serait mienne Mais comment faire pour la trouver Le temps s'en va, le temps m'entraîne Je ne fais que passer
Dans la nuit je file tout seul de ville en ville Je ne suis qu'une pierre qui roule toujours J'ai bien la fortune et plus et mon nom partout dans la rue Pourtant je cherche tout simplement l'Amour
Plus d'une fille souvent me guettent Quand s'éteignent les projecteurs Soudain sur moi elles se jettent Mais pas une dans mon cur
Dans la nuit je file tout seul de ville en ville Je ne suis qu' une pierre qui roule toujours Il me faut rire et danser et le spectacle terminé S'en aller ailleurs au lever du jour
Les gens m'appellent l'idole des jeunes Il en est même qui m'envient Mais s'ils pouvaient savoir dans la vie Combien tout seul je suis Combien tout seul je suis
