Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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America Composer(s): Prince Performer(s): Prince & the Revolution
Yeah Peace!
Aristocrats on a mountain climb Making money, losing time Communism is just a word But if the government turn over It'll be the only word that's heard
America, America God shed his grace on thee America, America Keep the children free
Little sister making minimum wage Living in a 1-room jungle-monkey cage Can't get over, she's almost dead She may not be in the black But she's happy she ain't in the red
America, America God shed his grace on thee America, America Keep the children free
Freedom Love Joy Peace
Jimmy Nothing never went 2 school They made him pledge allegiance He said it wasn't cool Nothing made Jimmy proud Now Jimmy lives on a mushroom cloud
America, America God shed his grace on thee America, America Keep the children free
America, America God shed his grace on thee America, America Keep the children free
Freedom Love Joy Peace
boom, boom, boom, boom the bomb go boom, boom, boom, boom the bomb go boom. Teacher, why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?
Workin' For MCA Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie VanZant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Particle; Hank Williams Jr.
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
(Chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA
9000 dollars, that's all we could win They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar
(Chorus)
Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes
Workin' At The Car Wash Blues Composer(s): Jim Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce; Brian Collins
Well, I had just got out from the county prison Doin' ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man say, "We got all that we can use" Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Working at the car wash blues
Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair Talkin' some trash to the secretaries Sayin', "Here, now mam-ma, come on over here" Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag And walkin' home in soggy old shoes With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues
You know a man of my ability He should be smokin' on a big cigar But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars
Well, all I can do is a-shake my head You might not believe that it's true For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes So baby, don't expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news 'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues
So, baby, don't expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news 'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues
America (Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls)
America Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim First release by: Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Rosalia: Puerto Rico... You lovely island ... Island of tropical breezes Always the pineapples growing Always the coffee blossoms blowing...
Anita: Puerto Rico You ugly island... Island of tropic diseases Always the hurricanes blowing Always the population growing... And the money owing And the babies crying And the bullets flying I like the island Manhattan - Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Others (except Rosalia): I like to be in America! Okay by me in America! Everything free in America For a small fee in America
Rosalia: I like the city of San Juan
Anita: I know a boat you can get on
Rosalia: Hundreds of flowers in full bloom
Anita: Hundreds of people in each room!
All (except Rosalia): Automobile in America Chromium steel in America Wire-spoke wheel in America Very big deal in America!
Rosalia: I'll drive a Buick through San Juan
Anita: If there's a road you can drive on!
Rosalia: I'll give my cousins a free ride
Anita: How can you get all of them inside?
All (except Rosalia): Immigrant goes to America Many hellos in America Nobody knows in America Puerto Rico's in America! (The girls dance around Rosalia)
Rosalia: I'll bring a TV to San Juan
Anita: If there's a current to turn on!
Rosalia: I'll give them new washing machine
Anita: What have they got there to keep clean?
All (except Rosalia): I like the shores of America! Comfort is yours in America! Knobs on the doors in America Wall-to-wall floors in America! (They dance)
Work Song
((Spanish Version: La Cancion Del Trabajo (by Raphael) - 1966))
Composer(s): Nathaniel Adderley - Oscar Brown Jr.
First release by: Nathaniel Adderley - 1960; Oscar Brown Jr. - 1960
Originally performed by: Oscar Brown Jr.
Covered by multiple other artists
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been workin and workin
Been workin and slavin
An workin and workin
But I still got so terribly far to go
America Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
De Buenos Aires a Nueva York he desnudado tu cuerpo entero con mi guitarra de trovador y con mi alma de aventurero America, America Y ví a tus niños sonreir y ví en tus campos crecer el trigo con tus mujeres fuí felíz y de tus hombres me siento amigo America, America Y una lágrima clara hoy recorre tu cara y tu risa se apaga... America Y tus flores se mueren y en tus tierras no llueve y tus guerras te hieren... America Quiero ver que te tu estrella entre miles de ellas vuelva a ser la más bella... America Quiero verte de nuevo levantarte del suelo y elevarte hasta el cielo... America Soy, solamente, un soñador que ni siquiera, nació en tu suelo pero que un día te conoció y desde entonces, sé que te quiero America, America Y una lágrima clara hoy recorre tu cara y tu risa se apaga... America Y tus flores se mueren y en tus tierras no llueve y tus guerras te hieren... America Quiero ver que te tu estrella entre miles de ellas vuelva a ser la más bella... America Quiero verte de nuevo levantarte del suelo y elevarte hasta el cielo... America America, America America Quiero ver que te tu estrella entre miles de ellas vuelva a ser la más bella... America Quiero verte de nuevo levantarte del suelo y elevarte hasta el cielo... America America, America... America America, America... America America, America... America
Words, Words, Words Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes? J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles Et quarante millions de mètres de tailleur Prenaient la taille à la putain de Galilée La terre a bu le coup et penche du Tropique Elle reste agrippée à mon temps cellulaire Je déchargeais des tombereaux de souvenirs Nous étions une histoire et n'avions rien à dire Moi je prendrai la quatrième dimension Pour trisser dans l'azur mes jambes migratrices Le mur instantané que je dresse à la Chine Mao c'était le nom de ce Viking flamand Le tissu d'esquimau vieillit beaucoup plus vite Des plaies sur des grabats du Chili à Lisbonne S'exténuaient en équations de cicatrices Le malade concret et l'interne distrait Sont allés boire un pot au Café de la Morgue Des vieillards le chéquier à la main à la banque Faisaient des virements de testicules abstraits L'embryon vaginé derviche dans le manque Un pavot est venu l'asperger cette nuit Mon berceau féodal et mes couilles gothiques Des faux-nez des trognons des tissus ajoutés Fondaient sous les sunlights de l'Opéra Comique La Standard Oil prend du bidon et du gin fizz La fièvre est descendue ce soir à Mexico O ce parfum diapré dans la nuit des cigales Dans une discothèque on a mis des barreaux Les fenêtres s'en vont de la gorge et du squale Ça sent la perfection dans ces rues amputées Saint-Denis c'est un saint au derrière doublé La fièvre est descendue ce soir dans un bordel Et fallait voir comment ça soufflait dans la cale Il y a partout des cons bordés d'oiseaux Comme des lettres cheminant en parchemin Nightingale O chansons crevées à minuit trente J'ai le concile dans la main qui se lamente Devant le mur à faire un peu des oraisons La Folie m'a tenu la main à sa culotte On eût dit de la mer s'en allant pour de bon Viens petit dévêts-toi prends du large et jouis Je sais des paravents comme un zoom d'espérance
Que font-ils? Qui sont-ils? Ces gens qu'on tient en laisse Dans les ports au shopping Au bordel à la messe? Et ces mômes qu'on pourrait S'carrer entre deux trains Histoire de leur montrer Qu'on a du face-à-main... Ils ont voté Ils ont voté Comme on prend un barbiturique Et ils ont mis la République Au fond d'un vase à reposer Les experts ont analysé Ce qu'il y avait au fond du vase Il n'y avait rien qu'un peu de vase
Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes? J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles...
Shakespeare aussi etait un terroriste
"Words... words... words..." disait-il
Videla? En français: Budelle, tripes En italien: Budella, tripes
America Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Paoluzzi Performer(s): Gianna Nannini
Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò troverai, mi hanno sempre detto troverai per oggi sto con me, mi basto e nessuno mi vede e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere
Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America
Cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai e troverò ora che ti accarezzo, troverò ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere
Fammi volare lei le mani sui fianchi come fosse l'America Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America Fammi l'amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America
Words Of Love Composer(s): John Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Words of love, so soft and tender Won't win a girls heart anymore If you love her then you must send her Somewhere where she's never been before Worn out phrases and longing gazes Won't get you where you want to go, no! Words of love, soft and tender Won't win her
You ought to know by now You ought to know, you ought to know by now Words of love, soft and tender Won't win her anymore
You ought to know by now You ought to know, you ought to know by now Words of love, soft and tender Won't win a girls heart anymore If you love her then you must send her Somewhere where she's never been before Worn out phrases and longing gazes Won't get you where you want to go
Words of love, soft and tender Won't win her anymore, anymore
Eu cheguei nessa terra Sem saber o que fazer Minha mãe só dizia Filho não vá nos esquecer
Diga logo notícias mais recentes De entes amados ou largados Pessoas que vivem como a gente Na luta agitada do vai-e-vem Faça tudo não seja diferente E siga em paz, amém, amém
Eu cheguei há algum tempo E já sei o que fazer Pelo menos procuro Outras coisas esquecer Pra não ter que viver sem uma razão E não ter que ficar sempre calado E não ter que chorar de vez em quando Ou não ter que tomar um bonde errado É por isso que eu canto o dia inteiro E passo a vida aliviado
Words Of Love Composer(s): Buddy Holly Originally performed by: Buddy Holly
Hold me close and tell me how you feel Tell me love is real Words of love you whisper soft and true Darling I love you Let me hear you say the words I want to hear Darling when you're near
Words of love you whisper soft and true Darling I love you
I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens It was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild and blue It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you Then your life becomes a travelogue Of picture-post-card-charms Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where theyve gone Theyll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you never really know Where some have found their paradise Others just come to harm Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight Its so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe Ive never really loved I guess that is the truth Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the cactus tree motel To shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747s Over geometric farms Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
Words From The Wise Composer(s): Kerry Minnear; Derek Shulman; Ray Shulman Performer(s): Gentle Giant
Words from the wise, encourage you
carries all your taking on Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong I have my doubts, as everyone Little isle in a stormy sea Words from the wise, believe in you All I do is believe in me
If the going looks to strong And a little seems too long Only darkness in the night Turn the darkness into Light the fire inside of yourself I'm the one it's nobody else Listen out But remember always Your the wise The wise
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong I have my doubts, as everyone Little isle in a stormy sea Words from the wise, believe in you All I do is believe in me
When it feels so hard to try Just a weight, a chain, a lie Even though you need to fight, make the changes into Light the fire inside of yourself I'm the one it's nobody else Listen out But remember always Your the wise The wise
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong I have my doubts, as everyone Little isle in a stormy sea Words from the wise, believe in you All I do is believe in me
Ame S'trame Drame Composer(s): A. Goldstein Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Ame s'trame drame Pique et pique et psychodrame Dans l'âme se trame, drôle de drame Ame s'trame drame... Femme s'trame drame Joue et joue dans l'ciné-drame Voudrait bien changer d'programme Femme s'trame drame... Ame s'paume rame Affolés les cardiogrammes Manque d'amour et cur sans flamme Ame s'paume rame... Femme s'paume rame Perd et perd des kilogrammes Court toujours et cur tam-tam Femme s'paume rame... Ame s'trame drame Pique et pique des colères-larmes Pleure et pleure un mélodrame Ame s'trame drame... Femme s'trame drame Pique et pique et psychodrame Drôle de drame et cur s'entame Femme s'trame drame... Ame s'trame drame...
Words (Don't Come Easy) Composer(s): Robert Fitoussi; Marty Joe Kupersmith; L.S. Yaguda Performer(s): F.R. David
Words ... don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I love you? words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me This is the only way for me to say I love you words don't come easy
Well I'm just a music man melody's so far my best friend but my words are coming out wrong and I ... I reveal my heart to you and hope that you believe it's true .... 'cause
Words ... don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I love you? words don't come easy
This is just a simple song that I've made for you on my own There's no hidden meaning you know when I ... when I say I love you honey please believe I really do .... 'cause
Words ... don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I love you? words don't come easy
It isn't easy ... words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I love you? words don't come easy
Words ... don't come easy to me This is the only way for me to say I love you words don't come easy
Words Are Not Enough Composer(s): Ace Frehley; Jimmy Keneally Performer(s): Ace Frehley
Can't stop tossin' and turnin' at night It gets harder each day, fighting with this feeling inside You can swear that you love me By every star in the sky But when you're close to me You get that look in you eye A burning feeling, you just can't disguise
Chorus: Words are not enough to make me feel like a man in love Words are not enough to make me feel like a man in love We need eachother its easy to see You know I'm shaking all over thinking how good this could be You can tell me you need me And you can tell me you're mine But when you're in my arms The words starts spinning and we lose all track of time
Ambush Composer(s): Robert Irving - Mark Lindsay Performer(s): Mark Lindsay
You thundered in -- all your sabers were blazing Fired your guns in a mighty barrage Under a full moon I fell by the water As you rode away with your cold entourage
I cried for peace but your eyes filled with venom A drop fell between us -- it drove us apart I was racing the wind singing songs with my brothers Your Winchester bullet went straight through my heart
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo Pounding like drums on the ground
It's been so long since I swam Crooked River Running the banks chasing clouds in the sky Watching the salmon charge up through the rapids Fighting to spawn and to die The prairies are gone and the forests have fallen A river of tears flows away to the sea I lie with my pony 'neath ground that God gave me An arrowhead marker for all eyes to see
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo Pounding like drums on the ground
Fish cannot fly over dams in the river Ravens are dark in the sky
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground Wheel of weeping slowly turns around Now I'm sleeping waiting for the buffalo Pounding like drums on the ground
Oh... oh... -- take me to my hunting ground Oh... oh... -- wheel is turning 'round Oh... oh... -- waiting for the buffalo Pounding like drums on the ground
Words And Music Composer(s): Andy Gibb Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Words and music make a song for our hearts to sing along Like a choir within the air, there'll be music ev'rywhere A bitter tear across your cheek A smile from you is all I need We'll give them cause to breathe the air There'll be lovers ev'rywhere
I'll be your singer and your song for all the love you've brought along I'll be your day, I'll be your night I'll see that ev'rything's all right I'll turn the ocean into sand Like my heart at your command I'll make the raindrops turn to snow And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love Yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the morning brings it's light And Mister Moonlight says goodbye My hand is shaking when you smile You make me feel just like a child My mind is searching for a way so that you won't have to say You've got to go and can't come back But I can't think you'd make me sad
I'll be your singer and your song for all the love you've brought along I'll be your day, I'll be your night I'll see that ev'rything's all right I'll turn the ocean into sand Like my heart at your command I'll make the raindrops turn to snow And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
(take away the pain in me) I'll be your singer and your song
(soon you'll see a change in me) for all the love you've brought along
(what's the point of going on) I'll be your day, I'll be your night
(the story ends, the feelings gone) I'll see that ev'rything's all right I'll turn the ocean into sand Like my heart at your command I'll make the raindrops turn to snow And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
(the story ends, the feelings gone) I'll see that ev'rything's all right I'll turn the ocean into sand Like my heart at your command I'll make the raindrops turn to snow And then ev'ryone will know that we're in love
