Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Across This Town And Gone Composer(s): Buck Owens - Gene Price Performer(s): Buck Owens
It's time to leave so let me go I've just been wasting time I'll call you in a year or so If I can spare a dime
We couldn't change the bad to good The good Lord knows we tried And a one way love just ain't no good And I can't live a lie
So I'll just hit the road a cryin' low I'll walk so fast you'll never know I'm cryin' and dyin' Before one teardrop hits the ground I'll be halfway across this town and gone
Perhaps in time the hurt will heal If I just walk away I love you so I hate to go But there's no other way So I'll just hit the road
Before one teardrop hits the ground I'll be halfway across this town and gone...
Well Well Well Composer(s): John Lennon Performer(s): John Lennon
I took my loved one out to dinner So we could get a bite to eat And though we both had been much thinner She looked so beautiful I could eat her Well Well Well Oh Well
We sat and talked of revolution just like to librals in the sun we talked of womens liberation and how the hell we could get thing done Well Well Well Oh Well
I took my loved one to a big field So we could watch the english sky Were both feeling guilty And neither one of us knew just why Well Well Well Oh Well
Across The Universe Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither while they pass They slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva om Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes That call me on and on across the universe Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva om Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing through my opened ears inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on across the universe
Across The Sea Composer(s): Ernest Kaai - Ray Kinney - John Noble Performer(s): Ray Kinney and multiple other artists
Listen to the song the birds are singing Of the southern isles across the sea Island gems within a coral setting Islands of the sunny southern sea
Bright the sky above with golden sunshine Flooding all the lands with warmth and light See the palm trees swaying to the ocean Whispering songs of love by day and night
Hui: Across the sea and isle is calling me Calling to the wanderer to retrun Bidding me come back to fair Hawai`i To these sunny isles across the sea
See the surf comes rolling ever onwards Meets the land and melts in creamy foam Breaks upon the shore and scatters quickly Like a million pearls let loose to roam
Watch the spray which melts in liquid sunshine Tossed up from the bosom of the deep High above in varied colors forming Like the mermaids rising from their sleep
We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)
We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders) (aka "Spanish Ladies" or "Farewell And Adieu") Composer(s): Le Mesurrier
My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman I sail in the Ino with skipper Tom Brown I'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down
Chorus: Well rant and well roar like true Newfoundlanders Well rant and well roar on deck and below Until we see bottom inside of two sunkers Then straight through the channel to Toslow well go
Im the son of a seacook and a cook in a trader I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main boom I can handle a jigger and I cuts a fine figure Whenever I gets in a boats standing room
If the voyage is good then this fall I will do it I want two pound ten for a ring and a priest A couple of dollars for clean shirts and collars And a handful of coppers to make up a feast
I went to a dance one night in Fox Harbour There were plenty of girls as nice as youd wish There was one pretty maiden a-chawing on frankgum Just like a young kitten a-knawing fresh fish
Theres plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy Theres John Coadys Kitty and Mary Tibbo Theres Clara from Brule and young Martha Foley But the nicest of all is my girl from Toslow
Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen Farewell and adieu to ye ones in the cove Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy For I cant marry all or in the chokey Id be
Farewell and adieu to you girls of Fox Harbour Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Brule Im bound to the westward to the wall with the hole in For I cant marry all or in the chokey Id be
Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kyran's Of Paradise and Presque, big and little Bona I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da
I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy McGraw I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle And then I'll be ready for Biddy - hurrah!
Across The Great Divide Composer(s): J.R. Robertson Performer(s): The Band
Standin' by your window in pain A pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl Try and understand your man the best you can
Across The Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side
I had a goal in my younger days I nearly wrote my will But I changed my mind for the better I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill Pinball machine, and a queen I nearly took a bust Tried to keep my hands to myself Ya say it's a must, but who can ya trust? Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky A weary sign for all I'm gonna leave this one horse town Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear Your time will surely come you'll feed your man chicken ev'ry Sunday Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
Across The Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side
Farewell And Adieu (aka "Spanish Ladies"
or "We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)") (Traditional) Performer(s): Lesley Nelson-Burns
Farewell and adieu to you fine Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu all you ladies of Spain For we've received orders to sail for old England And perhaps we shall never more see you again
Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues
Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, my boys Then we hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear Then we filled the main topsail and bore right away, my boys And straight up the Channel of old England did steer
Chorus
So the first land we made it is called the Deadman Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and the Wight We sailed hy Beachy, by Fairly and Dungeness And then bore away for the South Foreland light
Chorus
Now the signal it was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor All on the Downs that night for to meet Then stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets
Chorus
Now let every man drink up his full bottle Let every man drink up his full bowl For we will be jolly and drown melancholy With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul
Across The Borderline Composer(s): Jim Dickinson - John Hiatt - Ry Cooder First release by: Ry Cooder - 1987 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a land where I've been told Every street is paved with gold And it's just across the borderline When it's time to take your turn Here's a lesson that you must learn You can lose more than you'll ever find
When you reach the broken promise land Every dream slips through your hand You'll know it's too late to change your mind 'Cause you paid the price to come to far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline
Up and down the Rio Grande A thousand footprints in the sand Reveal the secret no one can define The river flows on like a breath In between our life and death Who's the next to cross the borderline
Hope remains when pride is gone And it keeps you moving on Calling you across the borderline
We'll Never Have To Say Goodbye Again Composer(s): Jeffrey Comanor Performer(s): England Dan & John Ford Coley; Deardorff & Joseph; Kerri Sherwood
Turn on the radio We'll play it way down low There's a tear in your eye That's reflecting the fire's glow and I wish the night would never end The sun ain't gonna be my friend Lying here waiting and wishing I knew when
We'll never have to say goodbye again We'll never have to say goodbye again
You must leave I know you will I won't let you go until you show me some secret for making this time stand still And somewhere, sometime from now Together again somehow All of the waiting will seem like a moment and then
We'll never have to say goodbye again We'll never have to say goodbye again
The whole night afraid to see the light And the whole day cryin Wishin I knew when We'll never have to say goodbye again We'll never have to say goodbye again
And I wish the night would never end The sun ain't gonna be my friend We'll never have to say goodbye again We'll never have to say goodbye again
Across The Board Composer(s): Grace Slick Performer(s): Grace Slick; Paul Kantner
Somebody aimed you when you were young But nobody ever fired Now you just sit there inside the gun Bullet you're getting old and tired
If you want out - get out and get it all I mean a fair trial is no trial at all You're not guilty you can't even move without A human hand You can't cock yourself woman
You need a man
All the way you need him All the way All the way across the floor Across the board
The man's only got one finger He doesn't need anymore He makes his way one prong down
All the way All the way All the way across the floor
Seven inches of pleasure Seven inches going home Somebody must have measured All the way down the old bone
All the way All the way All the way Down the old bone
We'll Meet Again Composer(s): Albert Ross Parker; Hughie Charles Performer(s): Vera Lynn; and various other artists
We'll meet again We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day Keep smiling through, just like you always do 'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away
So will you please say hello to the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go I was singing this song
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day
So will you please say hello to the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go I was singing this song
Keep smiling through, just like you always do 'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away
Across The Alley From The Alamo Composer(s): Joe Greene Performer(s): The Mills Brothers
Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by
The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies And the Navajo watched the lazy skies And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the people passin' by
One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux A pair of very conscientious clucks To the people passin' by
Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright No, they never heard the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of sight
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender glow The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by
One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by
Across 110th Street Composer(s): J.J. Johnson - Bobby Womack Performer(s): Bobby Womack
I was the third brother of five Doing whatever I had to do to survive I'm not saying what I did was alright Trying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day fight Been down so long, getting up didn't cross my mind I knew there was a better way of life that I was just trying to find You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure Across 110th Street is a hell of a tester
Across 110th Street Pimps trying to catch a woman that's weak Across 110th Street Pushers won't let the junkie go free Across 110th Street Woman trying to catch a trick on the street Across 110th Street You can find it all in the street
I got one more thing I'd like to y'all about right now Hey brother, there's a better way out Snorting that coke, shooting that dope man you're copping out Take my advice, it's either live or die You've got to be strong, if you want to survive
The family on the other side of town Would catch hell without a ghetto around In every city you find the same thing going down Harlem is the capital of every ghetto town
Across 110th Street Pimps trying to catch a woman that's weak Across 110th Street Pushers won't let the junkie go free Across 110th Street A woman trying to catch a trick on the street, ouh baby Across 110th Street You can find it all in the street Yes he can, oh
Look around you, just look around you Look around you, look around you, uh yeah
