Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Language Of Love Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
She says no When she means yes And what she wants, you know that I can't guess When we want more, you know we ask for less Such is the language of love....
I say leave When I mean stay But she don't see and so she moves away What we really want, you know we rarely say Such is the language of love
It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye We hide our hearts & then we won't say why It's truth for truth & lie for lie Such is the language of love
One cries foul And will not speak The other claims a little victory And all the time You know we fail to see This is the language of love
When a love begins to wander No one ever knows But we feel it deep inside us Long before it shows Long before it shows
We hem & haw We balk & bluff Our words don't ever seem to say enough But a simple smile A tender touch Speaks the true language of love
Beat Surrender
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam
Beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender
All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)
And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names
Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender
All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long) My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don't even enter in the game
Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender
And if you feel there's no passion No quality sensation Seize the young determination Show the fakers you ain't fooling You'll see me come running To the sound of your strumming
Fill my heart with joy and gladness I've lived too long in shadows of sadness
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don't even enter in the game
Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender
Längtan Till Italien Composer(s): Birger Sjöberg Performer(s): Bodil Heister
Jag längtar till Italien, till Italiens sköna land där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand där näktergalar drilla allt uti dalen stilla och snäckorna så röda, de lysa uppå sand
Jag längtar till Italien, där palmerna de stå så doftande och höga med gröna blader på där gossen spelar luta invid sin flickas ruta när aftonstunden kommer med många stjärnor små
Jag drömmer om Italien vid skymning i vår bod där kryddor sällsamt dofta bland lådor och bland lod Jag ser i mina drömmer de silvervita strömmar med tusende gondoler uppå den klara flod
Jag tycker, att jag ser, hur i månens milda sken jag vrickar fram gondolen på böljan, klar och ren och hur i aktern sitter beglänst att stjärnans glitter en späd italienska med röst så ljus och len
Hon sjunger om Italien, om Italiens sköna land där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand där näktergalar drilla i dalen, mörk och stilla när solen sjunker ner bak Vesuvius'es rand
Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Eleanore Sheehy
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far He can play piano any way that you like it But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar When he plays, it's a ball He's the daddy of them all
The people gather around when he gets on the stand Then when he plays, he gets a hand The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance Nobody there bothers to dance But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank A-plunkin' on the keys A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff A-riffin' out with ease And when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano And we all know That when he plays he puts them all in a trance The cats all holler "Hooray" You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far When he plays with the bass and guitar They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
The people gather around when he gets up on the stand Then when he plays, he gets a hand The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance Nobody there ever bothers to dance But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank A-plunkin' on the keys A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff A-riffin' out with ease But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin Dans le creux de mes mains Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin Je suis le mercenaire des dieux Écartez-vous fuyez cachez-vous Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser Je suis le bien le mal l'ange fou Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser J'ai à peine la terre sous les pieds Que j'ai envie de tuer Ceux qui pourraient en douter Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Les pyramides, les temples d'Angkor Hiroshima, Sodome et Gomorrhe
Du pire au meilleur moi j'étais là J'étais là
Vous habitez la planète bleue La plus aimée des dieux Et avec vous je suis heureux Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin Dans le creux de mes mains Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Beat It On Down The Line
Composer(s): Jesse Fuller
First release by: Jesse Fuller - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Well this job I've got is just a little too hard Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags I'm gonna beat it on down the line
I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line Goin' down the line, goin' down the line Goin' down the line, goin' down the line Beat it on down the line
Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by I'm going back where I belong I'm going back to that same old used-to-be Down in Joe Brown's coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine Down in Joe Brown's coal mine
Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track Uh huh, that's where I think I belong And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home That's where I'm gonna make my happy home
L'âne Composer(s): Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il est au milieu d'la route Le stupide aliboron Il est là qui nous écoute Avec sa têt' de cochon Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque Il est guère accommodant Ah vraiment la tête à claques Ah l'âne de Buridan
Il obstrue la voie publique Avec son vieux char-à-bancs Il comprend pas nos mimiques Nos solides arguments Il a rien dans la caboche Le baudet récalcitrant Il mérit'rait des taloches Il est pas intelligent
Il aurait pu l'imbécile Provoquer des accidents Froisser nos automobiles Déranger les occupants Allons viens vite hue cocotte Par ici t'auras du son Il comprend pas la carotte Il comprend pas le bâton
Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche Il a des plaies sur la peau Avec du sang pour les mouches Du pus pour les asticots Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale Ce serait pas rigolo Le stupide onocéphale Ah le maudit bourricot
Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984)) Composer(s): Michael Jackson First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
They told him don't you ever come around here Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man You wanna be tough, better do what you can So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man You wanna stay alive, better do what you can So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare They'll kick you, then they beat you, Then they'll tell you it's fair So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Just beat it, beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it
L'âne Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart
Sur tes pattes, je dévale les sentiers dès le matin Bougre d'âne, je suis âne nous ne formons qu'un car je trime dès l'aurore et te fais trimer encore au lieu de me prélasser à l'ombre d'un figuier Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie dans les sentiers de la vie je m'demande ... si je vais à quatre pattes et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard? La la la ...
Quand tu bouges les oreilles l'abeille qui te surveille s'envole de toi et vient se poser sur mon nez J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère C'est pas ça qui m'désespère mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles longues comme toi Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie sous le soleil de midi je m'demande ... si l'abeille t'aime ou bien si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard! La la la ...
Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames l'amour, la fin de ton âme la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han Ta voix n'est pas délectable mais nous mangeons à la même table et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie sous les étoiles de la nuit je m'demande ... si la course au paradis sera gagnée par toi ou moi ou nous à la fois, mon âne Bougre, bougre de veinard! La la la ...
Beat Girl
Composer(s): John Barry
First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961
Covered by multiple other artists
She's nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose her with the swinging hips
Makes with the pretty lips
Beat Girl
"That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox
Long black stockings and no make-up
Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes
like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something"
Clouds on the chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not 'less you doin' a ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old sedan
Tries all the way she can
Jives like the crazy man
Beat Girl
Landslide Composer(s): Stevie Nicks First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky What is love Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail through the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you get bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older too
Oh, take my love, take it down Climb a mountain and turn around If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide will bring it down
Beat Crazy Composer(s): Joe Jackson Performer(s): Joe Jackson
Kids today - they're all the same All call themselves - some crazy name All those drugs - they can't be sane All that noise - affects their brains And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy They say the world - is in a mess But they can talk - the way they dress Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers With safety pins - stuck through their ears And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy And if the Russians ever come They'll all be beating bongo drums So who'll defend - in World War III Where could we turn - where would they be And it's such a crime How they waste their time They can't get nowwhere They've all gone Beat Crazy Beat Crazy
Level upon level of wash and stone Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone A forced-up smile when casting your eyes Insanity reigns on streets of no size High crumbling walls of stones that have seen The rigors of war and have never been cleaned A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all While an old woman works in a garden with trowel Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime A miniature red castle in black craggy pass Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass The top of a mountain cut off by the mist And a white serene temple in space does exist The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe A truck is forced off as big as a house While dawdling along like a little green mouse A long sweeping view expounds my belief And clear restless water with an absence of reef Evolutions and cycles we come face to face While foliage drifts in green filmy lace Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such And columns of clouds go boiling across The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea While people are sleeping they hang peacefully But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup Arches and steps are seen everywhere Manmade and Godmade and one made of air The essence of time is virtually gone Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply From any stranger you pass who catches your eye And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still Are caught in the glass of my window sill The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars But then, think again, it's funny they are Stars made by man who himself is a star If only he'd realize the powers that are And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead
Beat city now now Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Roll into America Roll your hands in policies I love it when you smile I love it when you Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Roll and show hold out your hand? Put some dollars down, you're wild When it takes you by surprise I'll be there to watch you Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Roll and show a classy man Close your eyes put by his arm To the memory I behold Where you go Oh I don't know Don't fear nothing It's so real I really hurt, the hurt that I feel I take you down to the heart of the fire
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Beat city Beat beat Beat city now now Woo-oo-oo Beat city now now Beat beat Beat city I watch you tumble down
Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit
O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe! Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton
Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus
Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire "Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!
Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt
Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues
À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole" Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?
Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?
Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?
Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!
Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte Poussées par le démon de la curiosité
Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent
Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques Je serai sans émoi Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade Sera trop haut pour moi
Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières Faut pas que je me leurre Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque Quelques gerbes de fleurs
Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère Le regard alangui Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine Avec n'importe qui
Beast Of Burden
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978
Covered by multiple other artists
I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a hurting All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles my feet are hurting All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl Pretty, pretty Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya You can put me out On the street Put me out With no shoes on my feet But, put me out, put me out Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness I can suck it up Throw it all at me I can shrug it off There's one thing baby That I don't understand You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby Ain't I tough enough Ain't I rich enough, in love enough Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never be your beast of burden Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I don't need no beast of burden I need no fussing I need no nursing Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
Land Of Hope And Dreams Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Grab your ticket and your suitcase Thunder's rolling down the tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train Carries saints and sinners This train Carries losers and winners This Train Carries whores and gamblers This Train Carries lost souls This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' This Train Carries broken-hearted This Train Thieves and sweet souls departed This Train Carries fools and kings This Train All aboard
This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin'
Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas Some folks never seen a bear at all Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad Others say that a bear is honey sweet Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness Some to see a bear would pay a fee Me I just bear up to bewildered best And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you And even though your friends may stop and stare Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you And they just don't come no better than a bear
Land Of Confusion Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford First release by: Genesis - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street
Now did you read the news today They say the danger's gone away But I can see the fire's still alight There burning into the night
There's too many men Too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
Ooh Superman where are you now When everything's gone wrong somehow The men of steel, the men of power Are losing control by the hour
This is the time This is the place So we look for the future But there's not much love to go round Tell me why, this is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
I remember long ago Ooh when the sun was shining Yes and the stars were bright All through the night And the sound of your laughter As I held you tight So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight My generation will put it right We're not just making promises That we know, we'll never keep
Too many men There's too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
Now this is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand up and let's start showing Just where our lives are going to
High on the mountain tell me what do you see Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me Better take Chicago Forest to the plain There's a Colorado River running through the green You been hanging around this world far too long Lord, at night for countless hours certainly are gone Never been an outlaw, never been this free Except for tales of Colorado spring Take up my money, thought I'd be free Saw that man a commin' thought they were that free Chopped down that tree and my worries were all gone All of a sudden bullets were ringing through that home You been hanging around this world for far too long Hanging around the mountain home, back in half an hour Way back in the swamp, boys way back in the trees Colorado payroll in the Colorado spring You hear them coming, the voices of love You must come courting through this world or go Texas in the dell, running in the well You know all you can do is raise hell Stick around this world for far too long Back in half an hour with the... Way back in the swamps, way back in the trees Never been this free in the Colorado spring As sun come up as alive as I can be
