Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Amnesia Vivace Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention
La-la-la-la Oooo... ah-ah-ah (My darling You mean so very much to me And I feel so deeply... ah-ah-ah...
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Prunes I'll never forget you darling I'll never forget your ballads I'll never forget your rat race In fact I might... Oh, I suppose I'll forget you eventually What is your name? Nice to see you again)
Daddy What If
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare & Bobby Bare Jr.
and multiple other artists
BB: I'd like to introduce you to the next superstar Twenty years from now he's gonna be so ashamed of what he has done on this record that he's probably gonna sue me And he and all of his friends are gonna be sitting around stoned and he'll say, "Look what the old man made me do!" Let's give a big round of applause for Bobby Bare Jr.
Junior: Daddy, what if the sun stopped shining? What would happen then?
BB: If the sun stopped shining, you'd be so surprised You'd stare at the heavens with wide open eyes And the wind would carry your light to the skies And the sun would start shining again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if the wind stopped blowing? What would happen then?
BB: If the wind stopped blowing, then the land would be dry And your boat wouldn't sail and, son, your kite couldn't fly And the grass would see your trouble and she'd tell the wind And the wind would start blowing again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if the grass stopped growing? What would happen then?
BB: Well, if the grass stopped growing you'd probably cry And the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes And like your love for me, that grass would grow so high Yes, the grass would start growing again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if I stopped loving you? What would happen then?
BB: If you stopped loving me, then the grass would stop growing The sun would stop shining and the wind would stop blowing So you see, if you wanna keep this old world a-going You'd better start loving me again, again You better start loving me again You hear me, Bobby?
Both: You better start loving me again You love me, Bobby? Yes You better start loving me again
Amnesia Composer(s): Jon Pousette-Dart Performer(s): Pousette-Dart Band
When you hit me on the head with your beer bottle Something in my chemistry changed And though I've already decided to forgive you My friends think I'm permanently deranged
When I wake up try to put these things together Of all the lovin' times that we did have I get static in my ears and a hazy picture And I hear your voice inside begin to laugh
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
Sometimes I feel o.k. but when I talk I stutter I can't remember back a few minutes ago The doctors all come up with the same answer Boy if I'm that far gone there's no where else to go
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
Amigos Nada Más Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado Performer(s): Javier Solís
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser he de olvidar tu amor y tú también lo harás porque ya no podré borrar jamás esas caricias que otro amor te dejó con huellas de pasión que no puedo arrancar
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser culpable soy también pues también te falté Así es mejor mi bien para los dos el separarnos amigos nada más en bien de nuestro amor
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser culpable soy también pues también te falté Así es mejor mi bien para los dos el separarnos amigos nada más en bien de nuestro amor
Daddy Sang Bass
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
I remember when I was a lad Times were hard and things were bad But there's a silver linin' behind ev'ry cloud Just four people that 's all we were Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there Singin' seems to help a troubled soul One of these days and it won't be long I'll rejoin them in a song I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken By and by, Lord, by and by Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Now I remember after work mama would call in all of us You could hear us singin' for a country mile Now little brother has done gone on But I'll rejoin him in a song We'll be together again up yonder in a little while
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there 'cause singin' seems to help a troubled soul One of these days and it won't be long I'll rejoin them in a song I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne
Oh no the circle won't be broken By and by, Lord, by and by Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Amigo Organillero Composer(s): Rafael Carrión Performer(s): Javier Solís and multiple other artists
Amigo organillero arranca con tus notas pedazos de mi alma no importa que el recuerdo destroce mis entrañas tú sigue toca y toca
Como un puñal de luto está clavada en mi alma aquella noche negra cuando en mis brazos sus ojos se cerraron, sus labios muertos ya nunca más me hablaron
Quiero morir no tengo ya aquél amor tan puro y santo quiero seguir al más allá a la que quiero tanto En esta noche en que la muerte espero sigue tocando amigo organillero
Quiero morir, no tengo ya aquél amor tan puro y santo quiero seguir al más allá a la que quiero tanto En esta noche en que la muerte espero sigue tocando amigo organillero sigue tocando amigo organillero amigo organillero
Daddy Laid The Blues On Me Composer(s): Bobbie Cryner Performer(s): Bobbie Cryner
Well, way back in their younger days when they were running wild My Daddy had a dream, and Momma had a child He said: "Girl you can't be tying me down, I'm only seventeen "An' a man's gotta get around, if you know what I mean" Then my Momma said: "Go on," as she stood and cried And my Daddy said: "I'm gone, I gotta live my life"
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
Well I signed that dotted line, and I climbed my way to being a star When I ran across my Daddy, in a downtown Tallahasse bar He said: "Girl there ain't no life on the road: you better come with me" I said: "Dad, I gotta get around if you know what I mean" Well my Daddy said: "Come on," with a tear in his eye I said: "Sorry Daddy, I'm gone, I gotta live my life"
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
Yeah, Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
Amigo Mío Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Azúcar Moreno
Amigo mío, contigo he compartido toda mi niñez amigo mío, crecimos y luchamos a la misma vez, a la misma vez Amigo mío, si algo era tuyo era de los dos amigo mío, mi vida la conoces casi como yo, casi como yo Siempre te encontré en los momentos duros, siempre te encontré y en la soledad sentir tu compañía, ayudándome, ayudándome Fuiste para mí tan fiel como un hermano en la adversidad siempre te encontré, sin nada a cambio amigo siempre te encontré, siempre te encontré Amigo mío, te da vergüenza hablarme de tu intimidad amigo mío, y temes que al saberla pierdas mi amistad, pierdas mi amistad Amigo mío, ya sé que disimulas hasta enloquecer para disfrazar delante de la gente tu amor hacia él, tu amor hacia él Yo te escucharé no temas que al oírte me vaya a reír yo dependeré aunque tenga un camino diferente a ti, diferente a ti Tienes que alistar no sientas miedo amigo nada va cambiar Te respetaré tu vida es sólo tuya y de nadie más Te respetaré, Te respetaré Amigo mío Amigo mío
Daddy Frank (The Guitar Man)
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
First recording/First release by: Merle Haggard - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp Sister played the ringing tambourine Mamma couldn't hear our pretty music She read our lips and helped the family sing That little band was all a part of living And our only means of living at the time And it wasn't like no normal family combo 'Cos Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind
Frank and Mamma counted on each other Their one and only weakness made 'em strong Hey, Mamma did the driving for the family And Frank made a living with a song Home was just a camp along the highway A pick-up bed was where we bedded down Don't ever once remember going hungry I remember Mamma cooking on the ground
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp Sister played the ringing tambourine Mamma couldn't hear our pretty music She read our lips and helped the family sing That little band was all a part of living And our only means of living at the time And it wasn't like no normal family combo 'Cos Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind
Don't remember how they got acquainted I can't recall just how it came to be But there had to be some special help from someone And blessed be the one who let it be Fever caused my Mamma's loss of hearing Daddy Frank was born without his sight And Mamma needed someone she could lean on And I believe the guitar man was right
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp Sister played the ringing tambourine Mamma couldn't hear our pretty music She read our lips and helped the family sing That little band was all a part of living And our only means of living at the time And it wasn't like no normal family combo 'Cos Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind
Amigo Mayor Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Amigo pude ser quien bien repara en la musa o engendro que yo aporte Amigo, sí, es también quien me soporte pero amigo mayor es quien me ampara
No me cures, hermano, de delirio de aullido, desmesura o arrebato Déjame arder en el amor ingrato o en la inefable luz de otro martirio
Pero cuando haga daño, aunque inocente corre hacia mi blandiendo el pecho abierto y descorre las nubes de mi mente sé amigo manantial en mi desierto que yo sabré recompensar tu acierto con mayor amistad para la gente
Amigo Composer(s): Erasmo Carlos - Roberto Carlos - Luis Gómez Escolar Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Você meu amigo de fé meu irmão camarada Amigo de tantos caminhos e tantas jornadas Cabeça de homem mas o coração de menino Aquele que está do meu lado em qualquer caminhada
Me lembro de todas as lutas meu bom companheiro Você tantas vezes provou que é um grande guerreiro O seu coração é uma casa de portas abertas Amigo você é o mais certo das horas incertas
Às vezes em certos momentos difíceis da vida Em que precisamos de alguém pra ajudar na saída A sua palavra de força, de fé e de carinho Me dá a certeza de que eu nunca estive sozinho
Você meu amigo de fé meu irmão camarada Sorriso e abraço festivo na minha chegada Você que me diz as verdades com frases abertas Amigo você é o mais certo das horas incertas
Não preciso nem dizer Tudo isso que eu lhe digo Mas é muito bom saber Que você é meu amigo
Daddy And Home
Composer(s): Elsie McWilliams - Jimmie Rodgers
Performer(s): Tanya Tucker
and multiple other artists
I am dreaming, tonight, of an old southern town And the best friend that I ever had For I've grown so weary of roaming around And I'm going home to my Dad
Your hair has turned to silver And I know you're failing too Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy I'm coming back to you You made my childhood happy But still I longed to roam I've had my way, but now I'll say I long for you and for home
Dear Daddy, you shared all my sorrows and joys You tried hard to bring me up right I know you'll still be one of the boys I'm starting back home tonight
Your hair has turned to silver And I know you're failing too Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy I'm coming back to you You made my childhood happy But still I longed to roam I've had my way, but now I'll say I long for you and for home
I've had my way, but now I'll say I long for you and for home
Amiga Composer(s): Luis Gómez Escolar Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Ahora que te busco y tu no estas, recuerdo solo la tristeza quiere hablar conmigo
Ahora que la lluvia se ha llevado el ultimo jiron de tu vestido
Ahora que he olvidado lo que soy, recuerdo en el pasado lo que he sido
Si he sido lo que fui fue por tu cuerpo Si he sido noche fue tu noche quien lo quiso Si he sido beso es que mis labios aprendieron a ser beso para ti Si he sido lo que soy fue en tu regazo Si he sido vida fue por darte a ti la vida Amiga, Amiga (Coro)
Que dulce esa palabra suena hoy
El tiempo no fue tiempo entre nosotros Estando juntos nos sentimos infinitos Y el universo era pequeño comparado con lo que eramos tu y yo
Si fuiste lo que fuiste fue en mi casa que para ti fue tu palacio y tu guarida Amiga, Amiga Que dulce esa palabra y que sencilla esa palabra suena hoy
No hay noche mas obscura que esta noche y el frio se va depositando en los rincones del alma
Y ahora que el silencio va borrando la suave vibracion de tus palabras Ahora que no son la espera es nada recuerdo lo que fui cuando no estabas
Daddy Composer(s): Bobby Troup Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
Hey, listen to my story 'bout a gal named Daisy Mae Lazy Daisy Mae Her disposition is rather sweet and charming At times alarming, so they say (more scat) She has a man who's *talldarkhandsome*, large and strong To whom she used to sing this song
Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything Daddy, you oughta get the best for me Hey, Daddy, gee, don't I look swell in sables? Clothes with Paris labels? Daddy, you oughta get the best for me
Here's 'n' amazing revelation With a bit of stimulation I'd be a great sensation I'd be your inspiration
Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviar Daddy, you oughta get the best for me
Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything Daddy, you oughta get the best for me Hey, Daddy, gee, don't I look swell in sables? Clothes with Paris labels? Daddy, you oughta get the best for me
Here's 'n' amazing revelation With a bit of stimulation I'd be a great sensation I'd be your inspiration
Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviar Daddy, Daddy You oughta get the best for me, la-dah!!
Amie Composer(s): Craig Lee Fuller First release by: Pure Prairie League - 1972
I can see why you think you belong to me I never tried to make you think, or let you see one thing for yourself But now your off with someone else and I'm alone You see I thought that I might keep you for my own
Amie what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Don't you think the time is right for us to find All the things we thought weren't proper could be right in time And can you see Which way we should turn together or alone I can never see whats right or what is wrong (will it take to long to see)
Amie what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Well now Amie what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Now it's come to what you want you've had your way And all the things you thought before just faded into gray And can you see That I don't know if it's you or if it's me If it's one of us I'm sure we'll both will see Won't you look at me and tell me
Amie what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer Longer if I do
Yeah now Amie what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Fallin' in and out of love with you Fallin' in and out of love with you Don't know what I'm gonna do, I'd keep Fallin' in and out of love With you
How nice to see the picture of a father and his son My father is my mother's wife and I'm his hot cross bun Our home sweet home's his castle, my daddy is the king 'Cos mother's crowned him once or twice and that is why I sing "Father, dear Father, come home with me now For the clock in the steeple strikes none" We've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles too And polonys with pullovers on Custard and jelly to fill up your evening And onions that put up a barrage We'd a toad in the hole but the toad has crawled out And we can't get him back in the garage
The twins have been crying for daddy all night And mother's too tender to slap 'em So she gave them a bath and one slipped through the plug And he's stuck in a drainpipe at Clapham The other poor darling keeps screaming for milk But the dairy's sent news that upset us Their cows have been feeding on lumps of ice-cream And they've frozen their poor carburettors
There's only one button left now on your pants And these things are not done in this nice land For everyone knows if that last button goes There'll be a depression in Iceland So picture this scene and take warning Oh Father stand up perpendicular And mother beware 'cos the sailors don't care And soldiers are not too particular Who made London today what Johannesburg is? Why the fathers of England we know And daddy I know you're my father 'Cos dear mother told me it's so
And you can't part a boy from his father You can't part a boy from his dad You can't part a Scotchman from money No matter how many he's had You can't part the skin of a sausage Or a dad from his fond son and heir And you can't part the hair on a bald-headed man For they'll be no parting there
Ain't Gonna Wash For A Week Composer(s): Gary Geld - Peter Udell Performer(s): Brook Brothers; Eddie Hodges
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash for a week
Oh! my goodness gracious and golly gee!
I never thought you'd get around to kissin' me
But your sweet red lips just kissed my cheek
Now I ain't a-gonna wash for a week, a-no no
I ain't a-gonna wash for a week
I got a kiss from you and it's my lucky day
Soap and water in it gonna wash it away
I'm gonna keep your lipstick on my cheek
And I ain't agonna wash for a week, a-no no
I ain't a-gonna wash for a week
Oh-oh, I don't know when you'll do it again
So I'm gonna savour what I got
Oh I promise you till then
I'm gonna protect that beautiful spot
You can call me cookie, but nevertheless
I ain't a-gonna wash away a single caress
You can tell me what's a little old kiss on the cheek?
But I ain't agonna wash for a week, a-no no
I ain't a-gonna wash for a week
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash for a week
Oh-oh, I don't know when you'll do it again
So I'm gonna savour what I got
Oh I promise you till then
I'm gonna protect that beautiful spot
You can call me cookie, but nevertheless
I ain't a-gonna wash away a single caress
You can tell me what's a little old kiss on the cheek?
But I ain't a-gonna wash for a week, a-no no
I ain't a-gonna wash for a week
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash
We ain't a-gonna wash for a week
Da-Da-Un-Pa
Composer(s): B. Canfora - D. Verde
Performer(s): Alice & Ellen Kessler
Hello boys traversando tutto l'Illinois valicando il Tennessee senza indugio fino a qui è arrivato il Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa
Da-da-un-pa Con un cocktail di rugiada e gin dentro il calice di un fior la fortuna fa cin-cin se le canti il Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa
Da-da-un-pa Ogni stella grande come il sole ci sembrerà ogni luce accesa nel buio sembrerà la luna che splende sul mar... Da-da-un-pa
Da-da-un-pa Lungo un fiume disegnato in ciel se ne va questo Show-boat vola questo super-jet che si chiama Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa Da-da-un-pa
