Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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World In Flames Spanish Title: Mundo En Llamas Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
When your heart breaks up and you see only darkness When you no longer have any will or strength to go on When everything becomes a farce that you don't care to decipher Sinking in front of a beach with no lighthouse, no home, no final destination
Walking amidst a thousand faces, between unspoken words The same doubt in their throats: how did they get here Everyone carries a shadow that they wish weren't there The pain that names everyone worse than loneliness is to lose humanity
How to live in a world in flames without having your heart turn to ice How to write a new plot Feeling that as your life pulses, it lives in me
When we no longer find anything or anyone else to conquer and our hunger, still dissatisfied, has nothing left to devastate To tie ourselves to the past, we need only remember but the future is more cumbersome and today is the time to think what kind of tomorrow will come
How to live in a world in flames without having your heart turn to ice How to write more than just tragedy Feeling that as my life pulses, it lives in you
World Away From Me Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie
I've been keeping on the run I've been traveling with the sun I've been singing all my life and getting by Got to keep up with what's goung on In this place I've been so long And I guess I'll just keep singing all my life
And it's so good to come home To a woman all alone Forgeting how hnd loneliness can be She will take me from this world Then she'll gently take the world away from me
l'll be coming home at night While the kids are sleeping tight She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine And the kids jump out of bed Hello Daddy, what did you get Did you think of anything on down the line
She'll be talking with her smile Saying, honey, wait awhile The kids have missed you, soon they'll be asleep She will take me from this world Then she'll gently take the world away from me
Oh the prophets and the sages And the wise men through the ages All that's written down on pages from above Just can't adequately describe What I'm feeling here inside It's just useless to be living without love
And I'll take her by her hand Just a woman and a man Without trying to understand what we should be She will take me from this world Then she'll gently take the world away from me
Working On The Road Composer(s): Alvin Lee Performer(s): Ten Years After
I've been working on the road about fifteen years Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears Don't you know, babe? I've been sleeping all day and working all night I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free Don't you know, babe? Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good But, now, I want to clear my blood Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own
Well, I tried to live the way I should I've shed some tears and sweated blood Don't you know, babe? And I think it's time I took a break 'Cause I have took all I can take Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own Take me home, babe
Working My Way Back To You French Title: Te Garder Près De Moi Composer(s): Sandy Linzer; Denny Randell Originally performed and made famous by: The Four Seasons Covered by various other artists
I keep working my way back to you, babe With a burning love inside Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe And a happiness that died I let it get away Keep paying every day When you were so in love with me I played around like I was free Thought I could have my cake and eat it too And how I cried over losing you
See I'm down and out And I ain't about to go Living my life without you Hey every day, I made you cry I'm begging girl, 'til the day I die
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe With a burning love inside Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe And a happiness that died I let it get away Keep paying every day
I used to love to make you cry It made me feel like a man inside If I had been a man in reality Then you'd be here baby loving me
Now my nights are long And only a lion could prowl Girl, I guess we're too slow Girl, but you're too proud And you won't give in But when I think about all I can't win
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe With a burning love inside Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe And a happiness that died I let it get away Keep paying every day
My heart is kind of low I just gotta get back home
I'm really sorry For acting that way I'm really sorry Ooh, little girl I'm really sorry For throwing away our love Sweet little girl I'm really sorry For making you cry I really need you Don't you hear me talking to you Really sorry For telling you lies For so long Oh please
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe With a burning love inside Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe And a happiness that died
I'll keep working my way back to you, babe With a burning love inside Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe And a happiness that died
Working, working I'm really working Working baby Can't you see me working ...
America Is Waiting Composer(s): Brian Eno - David Byrne Performer(s): Brian Eno; David Byrne
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another Takin' it again Again! Again! Takin' it again Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad at the government not mad at the people Takin' it again Again! Again! Takin' it again I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do? America is waiting for a message of some sort or another No will whatsoever No will whatsoever! Absolutely no honor No will whatsoever No will whatsoever! Absolutely no integrity No will whatsoever No will whatsoever! I haven't seen any any any citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second" No will whatsoever No will whatsoever! I mean, yeah, so... wha-what're ya gonna do? America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
Working For The Weekend Composer(s): Paul Dean; Matthew Frenette; Mike Reno Performer(s): Loverboy; Josh Gracin; Hit Crew
Everyone's watching, to see what you will do Everyone's looking at you, oh Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right
Everybody's working for the weekend Everybody wants a little romance Everybody's goin' off the deep end Everybody needs a second chance, oh You want a piece of my heart You better start from start You wanna be in the show Come on baby lets go
Everyone's looking to see if it was you Everyone wants you to come through Everyone's hoping it'll all work out Everyone's waiting they're holding out
Everybody's working for the weekend Everybody wants a little romance Everybody's goin' off the deep end Everybody needs a second chance, oh You want a piece of my heart You better start from start You wanna be in the show Come on baby lets go
You want a piece of my heart You better start from start You wanna be in the show Come on baby lets go
You want a piece of my heart You better start from start You wanna be in the show Come on baby lets go
America Drinks and Goes Home Composer(s): Frank Zappa First release by: The Mothers of Invention - 1967
(Here's a special request) (Hope you enjoy it)
I tired to find How my heart could be so blind Dear How could I be fooled just like the rest You came on strong with your Fast car and your class ring Sad eyes and your ... ... I fell for the whole thing I don't regret for having met Up with a girl who Breaks hearts Like they were nothing at all I've done it too Now I know just what it feels like And just like I said I have no regrets
Well it's about time to close... I hope you've had as much fun as we have! Don't forget the jam session Sunday!... Mandy Tension will be by playing his xylophone troupe! It'll be a lot of fun! Monday night is the Dance Contest Night... Twist Contest!... We give away ah... peanut butter and jelly!... There'll be sandwiches for all of you... I hope we've played your requests... the songs you like to hear... Last call for alcohol!... Drink it up folks... Wonderful!... Nice to see you Bob, how's it going? How's your kids?... Wonderful!... Nice to see you, yes... Oh, Bill Bailey?... Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night... Caravan with a drum solo?... right!... We'll do that!... Wonderful!... Nice to see you again!... Yeah!...la, la, la... Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!... Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee... Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ... Nya-da-da, nya-da-da... 'nite all!...
Working Class Hero Composer(s): John Lennon Originally performed by: John Lennon Covered by various other artists
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top, they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
Workin' On A Groovy Thing Composer(s): Roger Atkins; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): The 5th Dimension; and various other artists
When I saw you I knew that I was gonna love you And everyday I thought of how I'm gonna love you Now you're here next to me And ecstasy is a reality I feel good when you are near I'm alive cause you are here Working on a groovy thing baby Working on a groovy thing Working on a groovy thing baby Let's not rush in we'll take it slow
Before I met you I know my lips were only wasted Cause you have got the sweetest kiss I ever tasted Music moves us along Your arms around me are snug and warm Happiness is in my soul I'm about to lose all control Working on a groovy thing baby Working on a groovy thing Working on a groovy thing baby Let's not rush in we'll take it slow Working on a groovy thing
America ((Italian Version: America (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973)) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies And we walked off to look for America Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America
Workin' Man Blues Composer(s): Merle Haggard Made famous by: Merle Haggard Covered by various other artists
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife I been a workin' man dang near all my life I'll be working Long as my two hands are fit to use I'll drink my beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay But I'll go back workin' Come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew I'll drink a little beer that evening Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Hey hey, the workin' man, the workin' man like me I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be 'Cause I'll be working Long as my two hands are fit to use I drink a little beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town But I go back working I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be 'Cause I'll be working Long as my two hands are fit to use I drink a little beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
America Composer(s): José Luis Perales First release by: José Luis Perales - 1991 Covered by multiple other artists
Me hueles a merengue y a bolero a caña y a café Me hueles a corrido y a charango carnavalito y miel Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras a gaucho solitario y a sabana a piel morena y sal Me hueles a canela y a banana herida siempre y siempre maltratada soñando libertad
Coro
América, América Me hueles a guayaba a cordillera helada a tierra verde y lluvia tropical me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera me hueles a futuro y libertad (2)
Me hueles a tabaco y a maíces a dátiles y a arroz Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron cantando una canción Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada a sangre campesina derramada para tu libertad Me hueles a mujer enamorada herida siempre y siempre abandonada soñando frente al mar
Workin' For The Man Composer(s): Roy Orbison Performer(s): Roy Orbison
Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do Forget about your woman and that water can Today were working for the man
well pick up your feet we've got a deadline to meet I'm gonna see you make it on time Don't relax I want elbows and backs I wanna see everybody from behind
'Cause your working for the man working for the man you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man
Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down I believe he's gonna work me into the ground I pull to the left I heave to the right I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right
'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man
Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water everytime her daddy's down the line she says meet me tonight love a me right and everything is gonna be fine So I slave all day without much pay 'cause I'm just abiding my time 'cause the company and the daughter you see Their both gonna be all mine
Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man
working for the man working for the man gonna be the man gonna be the man Gotta make him a hand working for the man
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
