Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Andy Warhol Composer(s): David Bowie First release by: David Bowie - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two New Pence to have a go I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show
Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all
Andy walking, Andy tired Andy take a little snooze Tie him up when he's fast asleep Send him on a pleasant cruise When he wakes up on the sea Be sure to think of me and you He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue What a jolly boring thing to do
Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all
Dark Heart Composer(s): Jack Bruce; Kip Hanrahan Performer(s): Jack Bruce
I can show you the darkest part My shadow heart Where your affections really start Now there's cruelty in its tone And anger in its pitch Danger in the zone You love me for it Yes you love me for it . . .
Dark eyes Stripped of all disguise You're afraid of me Just as much as you ever hoped to be Broken glass on the table Shadows in the air Shadows in the air You need me for it Yes you need me for it
The clouds run by in the empty sky There are mysteries there And they're in your touch There's a moving fear & a darkness here And it's in my touch It's in my touch
Dark eyes Stripped of all disguise Dark eyes Stripped clear Broken glass on the table Shadows in the air Shadows in the air You need me for it Yes you need me for it
Ik lig waterpas in bed, horizontaal Uren later nog in bed, horizontaler Daarna in mijn bad, dan voordien in mijn bed En mijn teen konverseert met het schuimbellennet En ik vlieger, hou de touwtjes wat minder strak En ik wieg er uit
Nu de routine, gewoon routine Wat harde broodjes met ei Ik ren de trap af, deur uit Straat af, tram op Dag kantoor En de machines, en de kombines Het konsumeren gaat door Totdat het tempo vertraagt, de winst verlaagt Eeg, kantoor
Ik glijd speels en traag in bad, horizontaal Uren later nog in bad, horizontaler Daarna in mijn bed, dan voordien in mijn bad En m'n huid konverseert met de bloemenlakenset En ik vlieger, hou de touwtjes wat minder strak En ik wieg er uit
Dark Entries Composer(s): Daniel Ash; Kevin Haskins; J. David & Co; Peter Murphy Originally performed by: Bauhaus
Covered by various other artists
Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? What was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues Girating through some lonesome devils row Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey Of walking money checks posessing holes He often sleekly offers his services Exploitation of his finer years Work with loosely woven fabrics Of lonely office clerks Any lay suffices his dollar green eye
Andy Norris Composer(s): Joey Molland - Cathy Molland Performer(s): Badfinger
Run out of money Run outta good Run outta reasons and misunderstood Run out of rhythm Run out of rhyme Right out of feelings and right out of time
Living in limbo, hanging around Head on the ceiling and mind in the clouds Blind is the morning and deaf is the night Comes without warning and leaves me in fright
Saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days I'm packin' up my suitcase, make it pay
Run out of patience And run out of lies Run out of spaces and nowhere to hide Living and loving is easy to get Living is something we haven't tried yet
Yeah, I've been saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days Well, I'm packin' up my suitcase, make it pay
Hey
I run out of money Run out of good Run out of reasons and misunderstood Run out of rhythm Run out of rhyme Right out of feelings and right out of time
Blind is the morning and deaf is the night Comes without warning and leaves me in fright
I've been saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days I'm packin' up my suitcase, make it pay
Late In The Evening Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Paul Simon - 1980
The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed I couldn't've been no more than one or two And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door My mother laughed the way some ladies' do
Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through
The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah Down along the avenue some guys were shootin' pool And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah
Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah
Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play
It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away
First thing I remember when you came into my life I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you
..and I love you
And it was late in the evening, and all the music's seeping through
Dark As A Dungeon Composer(s): Merle Travis Originally performed by: Merle Travis Covered by various other artists
It's as dark as a dungeon way down in the mine...
I never will forget one time when I was on a little visit down home in Ebenezer, Kentucky I was a-talkin' to an old man that had known me ever since the day I was born and an old friend of the family He says, "Son, you don't know how lucky you are to have a nice job like you've got and don't have to dig out a livin' from under these old hills and hollers like me and your pappy used to" When I asked him why he never had left and tried some other kind of work he says, "Nawsir, you just won't do that If ever you get this old coal dust in your blood you're just gonna be a plain old coal miner as long as you live" He went on to say, "It's a habit (Chuckle) sorta like chewin' tobaccer"
Come and listen you fellows, so young and so fine And seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mines. It will form as a habit and seep in your soul 'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal
Chorus: It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew Where danger is double and pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine It's a-many a man I have seen in my day Who lived just to labor his whole life away Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mines
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll My body will blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones
Additional Verse: The midnight, the morning, or the middle of day Is the same to the miner who labors away Where the demons of death often come by surprise One fall of the slate and you're buried alive
Andy Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa
Is there anything good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there?
Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know-woh-oh-oh-oh Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know really wanna know...
Something Anything Something Anything
Show me a sigh If you don't mind Show me a sign If you don't mind
Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand
Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind
Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind
This Is It Composer(s): Van McCoy Performer(s): Melba Moore
This is it this time I know it's for real and I can't explain what I'm feeling I'm lost for words I'm in a daze stunned and amazed by your lovin' ways (repeat)
You smile at me and suddenly the wheels of love begin to turn inside of me you said hello I felt a glow right then and there I knew I'd never let you go 'cause I know, I know.....
This is it this time I know it's for real and I can't explain what I'm feeling I'm lost for words I'm in a daze stunned and amazed by your lovin' ways (repeat)
The touch of you is something new nobody ever made me feel the way you do it's heavenly it's ecstasy the way you make me feel when you make love to me can't you see, can't you see....
This is it this time I know it's for real and I can't explain what I'm feeling I'm lost for words I'm in a daze stunned and amazed by your lovin' ways (repeat)
The touch of you is something new nobody ever made me feel the way you do it's heavenly it's ecstasy the way you make me feel when you make love to me can't you see, can't you see....
This is it this time I know it's for real and I can't explain what I'm feeling I'm lost for words I'm in a daze stunned and amazed by your lovin' ways (repeat)
Dare Me Composer(s): Dave Innis; John Lorber Originally performed by: The Pointer Sisters
I've got a chip on my shoulder with you name on it - knock it off So don't just stand there foolin' if you don't want it - knock it off I say you're either a lover or you are a liar So don't you push too hard, you're playin' with fire
Baby, make your move, step across the line Touch me one more time, come on, dare me! I wanna take you on, I know I can't lose I'll be loving you if you just dare me
Looks like you're lookin' for trouble And I'd say you found it - you found it You'll have to come right through me There's no way around it - you found it I hope that lean hungry look means what it's saying 'Cause I'm just sittin' on ready, ready and waiting Baby, make your move, step across the line ...
Come on and dare me If there's any truth behind your intentions This night's gonna end up on fire - you better believe it You better believe it, oh baby Oh, dare me, dare me, dare me Baby, make your move, step across the line ... Baby, make your move, step across the line ... Baby, make your move, step across the line ...
Andrew's Blues (aka Song For Andrew) Composer(s): Nanker - Phelge Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Yes now Andrew Oldham sittin' on a hill with Jack and Jill (Jack and Jill) Fucked all night and sucked all night and taste that pussy till it taste just right Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yes Andrew) Oh suck it Andrew (go on Andrew), fuck it Andrew (go on Andrew) Oh Andrew Oldham (yeah) A guy who really know his way around (down down down down)
Well I said I wouldn't lay you baby, till the day that we would wed But every time I kiss you, you know, I forget just what I said Well well I let you keep it tonight if you hold me, hold it real tight Oh oo Andrew (oh Andrew) oh oh Andrew (yes Andrew) Come and get it little Andrew, before Sir Edward takes it away from you Come on get her cunt Sir Edward, come on now
Huh huh play the blues everybody, play the blues Huh fuckin'! The Rolling Stones are a great fuckin' group What a lot of balls, Phil Spector is a lot of shit I though Phil Spector was a lot of shit And I've heard the group, now I know their a lot of shit
That sure was fine (yeah baby) Got my Beatles shoes on and I'm just raring to go Oh Andrew (yes Andrew) oh Andrew (yeah) Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah, Listen Andrew, Phil, Sir Edward Lewis, the Rolling Stones, the hottest Phil Spector, Gene Pitney (thank you), musical radios Birds, Al Davis showing up, ahh, yeah (Great time man) That's all (great side man)
You know that Andrew got to walk with his baby Andrew has a talk with his baby Now I know Andrew understood That's what happen when the gettin' gets good Oh Andrew (ba ba) oh Andrew (ba ba) Suck it Andrew (ba ba) fuck it Andrew (ba ba)
Sir Edward where are you, Andrew is makin through Andrew, come on Andrew shit Oh fuck Sir Andrew, yeah!
Darby O'Leary (Traditional) Performer(s): The Dubliners
One evening of late as I happened to stray To the County Tipperary I straight took my way To dig the potatoes and work by the day for a farmer called Darby O'Leary
I asked him how far we were bound for to go The night being dark and the cold wind did blow I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low for I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty old miser he mounted his steed To the Galbally mountains he rode in great speed I followed behind 'til my poor feet did bleed when we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first it seemed like a kennel or a ruined old church Says I to myself I am left in the lurch in the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollect it was Michalmass night To a hearty good supper he did me invite A cup of sour milk that was more green than white And it gave me the trotting disorder
The wet old potatoes would poison the cats And the barn where my bed was was swarming with rats The fleas would have frightened the fearless St. Pat who banished the snakes o'er the border
He worked me by day and he worked me by night while he held an old candle to give me some light I wished his potatoes would die of the blight or himself would go off with the fairies
It was on this old miser I looked with a frown When the straw was brought in for to make my shakedown And I wished I had never seen him nor his town nor the sky above Darby O'Leary
I've worked in Kilconnel, I've worked in Killmore I worked in Knoockannie and Shamballamore In Kalisanaker and Sollahed Moore with farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the Rag and Ross Green At the mount of Killfegal, the Bridge of Orleans But such woeful starvation I never yet seen As I got from old Darby O'Leary
Italianen Composer(s): Raymond Van Het Groenewoud Performer(s): Raymond Van Het Groenewoud
Italianen Hebben zin voor melodie Hare Krishna, Traviata, Napoli
Italianen Blondjes blijven zij niet af Onnozel fluiten, Italianen zijn te maf
Italianen Aan honderd blablabla per uur Schone schoenen, zeer veel stijl Maar geen caruur
Italianen Laffe kaffers bij de vleet Met de meisjes veel proberen, zelden beet
Vertrouw geen Italianen Ze knoeien met conserven Ze steken er van alles in Ze lullen van amore Maar laat ze ouwehoeren Een Italiaan is ons te min Italianen
O die Italianen, ze zitten vol van charme Aiaiai bella ragazza, quando viagga O die Italianen, claxons met veel alarmen O die Italianen, wat zijn ze toch romantisch Amore, quanta sepolta ...
Maar jongens van stavast Die vind je slechts hier in deze Lage Landen Waar het altijd zeikt en waar ik trouwens Zo vlug mogelijk weg wil Naar de Provence waar ik in een Witte villa wil wonen enzovoort enzovoort
Italianen Veel bravoure op de markt
Italianen Ach het is een volk apart
Italianen Temperatuurvol als dat heet Maar die rakkers zijn toch verre van compleet
Vertrouw geen Italianen, ze stelen uit je wagen In liegen zijn ze eerste prijs Ze willen je verleiden maar slechts voor korte tijd En ze maken je van alles wijs
Vertrouw geen Italianen Ze willen je bedotten Ze steken er van alles in Ze lullen van amore Maar laat ze ouwehoeren Een Italiaan is ons te min Italianen
Dar Es Dar Composer(s): Fito Paez; Carlos Villavicencio Performer(s): Fito Paez
Dar es dar y no fijarme en ella y su manera de actuar dar es dar y no decirle a nadie si quedarse o escapar
Cuando el mundo te pregunta del por que, por que, por que, por que por que das vueltas la rueda por que no te detenés yo te digo que dar es dar
Dar es dar y no marcar las cartas simplemente dar dar es dar y no explicarle a nadie no hay nada que explicar hoy los tiempos van a mil tu extraño corazón ya no capta como antes las pulsiones del amor yo te digo que dar es dar dar y amar
Mira nene, hacelo fácil dar es dar dar lo que tengo todo me da da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No cuento el vuelto el vuelto siempre es de mas da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da dar es dar es solamente una manera de andar dar es dar, lo que recibes es también libertad
Cuando estoy perdido un poco loco por ahí siempre hay alguien con tus ojos esperándome hasta el fin por que dar es dar, dar y amar gracias nena por tu vida una vez mas dar es dar
Dar lo que tengo todo me da da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da no cuento el vuelto el vuelto siempre es de mas da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da estar de menos o estar de mas da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da cielo o infierno, lo mismo, lo mismo da da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Dar es dar es encontrar en alguien lo que nunca encontras
The first time we met I really knew A love could be found that was so true, oh yeah `Cause when I look into her eyes I can only realize I love my Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo Ahhhhhhhhhhh
The last time I kissed and made love to her Her emotions didn`t even stir, oh yeah `Cause when I look into her eyes I can only realize I love my Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo Ahhhhhhhhhhh
When I look back upon all the times we had Makes me feel oh, so sad, oh yea `Cause now I look into her eyes I just have to realize Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo Andrea, oooooo-aah-oooooooooooo Andrea, Andrea, wooooooooooo-oooo
Dapple Rose Composer(s): Lea James; Don Powell Performer(s): Slade
Once kept in a stable snug and warm But now he's growing old in open fields he's forced to go He often stands in hail, rain, freezing snow He's certain that his master doesn't mean him any harm
Chorus Dapple Rose he doesn't want you anymore Times gone by you will remember Dapple Rose you are cold and old and slow Times gone by you will remember His clothing was a shiny coat so fine But now he's growing old and his beauty does decay One night he heard his master frown and say No poor old bones could stand this life of mine
Chorus Dapple Rose he doesn't want you anymore Times gone by you will remember Dapple Rose you are cold and old and slow Times gone by you will remember
His food was of the best corn and best hay But now there's no such thing and he hardly eats at all He lives on sprouts that grow behind the wall I doubt if he'll be lucky to last another day
Chorus Dapple Rose he doesn't want you anymore Times gone by you will remember Dapple Rose you are cold and old and slow Times gone by you will remember Don't feel so bad, feel so sad No more wearing shiny glory now they hang upon the wall The hall in some far gone manor Not a soul realises your a Dapple Rose of fame
Andrea ((German Version: Andrea (by Peter Alexander) - 1979)) Composer(s): Massimo Bubola - Fabrizio De André First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Andrea s'è perso s'è perso e non sa tornare Andrea s'è perso s'è perso e non sarà tornare Andrea aveva un amore Riccioli neri Andrea aveva un dolore Riccioli neri
C'era scritto sul foglio ch'era morto sulla bandiera C'era scritto e la firma era d'oro era firma di re
Ucciso sui monti di Trento dalla mitraglia Ucciso sui monti di Trento dalla mitraglia
Occhi di bosco contadino del regno profilo francese Occhi di bosco soldato del regno profilo francese E Andrea l'ha perso ha perso l'amore la perla più rara E Andrea ha in bocca un dolore la perla più scura
Andrea raccoglieva violette ai bordi del pozzo Andrea gettava Riccioli neri nel cerchio del pozzo Il secchio gli disse - Signore il pozzo è profondo più fondo del fondo degli occhi della Notte del Pianto
Lui disse - Mi basta mi basta che sia più profondo di me Lui disse - Mi basta mi basta che sia più profondo di me
Danza Peligrosa Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
(eh, dos maracas) Tus piernas de bambú tu rostro sin make up apagare la luz no puedo mas baila nena, baila tu tu danza peligrosa tu danza peligrosa
Murmuran al pasar envidiosos del pecado y no saben que yo lo único que quiero es morirme a tu lado tu danza peligrosa tu danza peligrosa
(Shh, escucha ese rumor) turba los sentidos es el rito del amor deja todo ya y ven a bailar conmigo tu danza peligrosa tu danza peligrosa
Quiero vivir bailando en tu rodeo la danza me develará peligros que trae el amor peligros que da el amor danza peligrosa tu danza peligrosa tu danza peligrosa
Dancing in the moonlight hour Dancing in the moonlight hour
