Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lástima, Luis Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Agárrate que hay ruina pues nada, que la cosa está fatal El Tony está en la U.V.I. parece que está o punto de palmar Así como lo oyes te juro Por Pastora que es verdad Anoche estuvo a un paso de que le diera el pasmo mareándose un "breakdance" en el Pachá Estaba ya muy chunga la taquicardia, el miedo, Ridiey Scott y encima va el imbécil a echar el resto con una menor que está, además, no veas como en sus años mozos la Bardot... y pasa lo que pasa que el alma pide marcha y el palo no lo aguanta el corazón Lástima, Luis, porque esta noche no estará el Tony con todo la peña en casa de Eduardo para escuchar su disco doble "20 canciones de amor y un Poema desesperado desesperado, desesperado" Faltaba ver al Tony con un equipo médico habitual como aquel hombre, tronco con tubos por delante y por detrás las vueltas que da el mundo ay, si resucitara Carlos Marx y viera a los que cambian las masas por las nalgas según los malos rollos de la edad Iremos ahora a verle me esperan Charo, Edmundo y el Gasset que han vuelto de Segovia de verte una benéfica al Chenel las veces que le dije cuidado Tony con esa mujer... pero él ni puto caso y va por ahí matando tirándose a morir al volapié Lástima, Luis, porque esta noche...
Beggar's Farm Composer(s): Mick Abrahams; Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull; Blodwyn Pig
Taking chances, and your reputation's going down Going out in the night time, good thing you make no sound But you don't fool me 'Cause I know what you feel If you ignore the things I see, someday soon's gonna Find your way down on Beggar's Farm Way down on Beggar's Farm
I pay my money for no returns I think I need you, gotta find someone Oh, you don't fool me 'Cause I know what you feel When you go wild and I ask you why, I don't worry When I see you lyin' down on Beggar's Farm
But you're on to me, gonna turn away Won't even listen when you try to say That you were only foolin' 'round 'Cause I know what you feel But if you ask me nicely, woman I'll wake up early one day soon And I'll visit you down on Beggar's Farm
Lástima Nena Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Zas
Estando aquí estoy bien nadie me atrapará y todo lo que me ataba desaparecerá Aunque me vea el mundo como un perro vagabundo voy a encontrar la verdad
Estoy seguro que vendrás a mí por más con tu vestido de sábado nocturno Si vienes perderás lo único que te queda mi herida aún está abierta
Lástima nena que el pájaro voló ni vos ni yo cumplimos nena el pacto de honor El cielo no es tan inmenso como algunos creen (creen no) no es así
Estando aquí estoy bien y aunque me falte algo los pensamientos de mi infancia están a salvo Si la felicidad es una burla del futuro me conformaré con estar seguro
Lástima nena que el pájaro voló ni vos ni yo cumplimos nena el pacto de honor El cielo no es tan inmenso como algunos creen (creen no) no es así
Beg, Steal Or Borrow
Composer(s): Hall; Graeme Anthony; Miler; Branko Bernard; Steve Wolfe
First performance by: The New Seekers - 1972
You know I'll beg, steal or borrow I'll bring you love
I look at you and I see what I've been looking for Now it's very clear to me - we should be together
You make me feel I could reach for the impossible And knowing how much you care, I'll be there forever
You know I'll beg steal or borrow To give you sunny days And in a hundred ways, I'll bring you love You know I'll beg, steal or borrow (Yes, I will) To make your garden grow And most of all you know, I'll bring you love Love
I always knew that the world could be a finer place So what if I have to wait - better late than never
You, you're like me, and you believe love makes it all worthwhile And although we've just begun, we'll go on forever
You know I'll beg steal or borrow To give you sunny days And in a hundred ways, I'll bring you love You know I'll beg, steal or borrow To make your garden grow And most of all you know, I'll bring you love, yeah Love
You know I'll beg steal or borrow To give you sunny days And in a hundred ways, I'll bring you love, love, love, yeah Love, love, love
Beg, Borrow And Steal Performer(s): Ohio Express; Rare Breed; The Stand
You threw me out the night before last And now you want me back in your arms again You think I'm a fool, you treat me like dirt You pull the string and hope I will be your friend But I know what's on your mind So I'd rather stay out in the street without a dime And I'd rather beg, beg, borrow and steal I'd rather beg, beg, borrow and steal I'd rather beg, beg, borrow and steal Than go back to you Than go back to you Than go back to you
How long did you think I'd hang around Pretending not to see the tricks you pulled on me There's only so much a man can take Before his life turns into a tragedy So I'm getting out now while I can Cause I don't want to crawl I want to walk out like a man
Beg Your Pardon Composer(s): Francis Craig; Harry Beasley Smith Performer(s): Pat Boone and various other artists
If I lose my head, beg your pardon For things I have said, beg your pardon Why should I worry and feel like I do? You're in no hurry to let me love you I'll try for a kiss in the garden And then if I miss, beg your pardon But if some sunny day you'll let me have my way I won't have to say, beg your pardon
Last Train To Amsterdam Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
There's an old soul waitin' to be born There's a scarecrow standin' in the corn On of thems wishin' for the light of day One of them is chasin' all the black crows away
Well I'm standing at the station and I don't know where I am And the wheels are turnin' on the last train to Amsterdam
There's a preacher out spreadin' the word There's a blond in a thunderbird One of them tells me to kneel and pray One of them gets to me in a real bad way
Well I got me a one way ticket to get me from where I am And the wheels are turnin' on the last train to Amsterdam
I'm standin' just south of Fate There ain't no exit from the interstate There's one way in, it's a long dirty road Only one way our Robert Johnson knows
There's a hobo waitin' on a train There's a hitch hiker standin' in the rain One of them knows he's never going home The other one feels God down in his bones
Before You Break My Heart Composer(s): Harold Elton Box; Desmond Cox; Lewis Ilda Performer(s): Sally Douglas & Archie Lewis
Before you break my heart Lets try again Before you really say were through Before you take the sun And leave me the rain Please think once again, what could I do, dear Before we say goodbye Why cant we try Forgiving and forgetting too Before we have to part Before you break my heart Remember Im in love with you
Look honey, before you break my heart Lets try again What do you say, huh, honey? Before we really say were through Just give me one more chance Before you take the sun And leave me nothin but rain Wont you please think once again What could I do? What could I do, dear? So, darling, why cant we try Come on now, lets try Lets try forgiving and forgetting Just like sweethearts, please do
Before we have to part Before you break my heart Remember Im in love with you
Before You Accuse Me Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel Originally performed by: Bo Diddley Covered by various other artists
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buying another woman clothes But you've been talking to someone else
I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Your mama said, "Son, Don't call my daughter no more"
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buying another woman clothes But you've been taking money from someone else
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time Come on back home, baby; try y love one more time You've been gone away so long, I'm just about to lose my mind
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buying another woman clothes But you've been talking to someone else
Before The Swedish Summer Swedish Title: Framför Svenska Sommaren Composer(s): J.E. Lit; L. Herscher; R. Grahm; K.G. Lundkvist Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
How I miss the summer It will soon be here Think how warm and nice we have it here in our country Green meadows, sun and sea You can take off your clothes You can lie and rest all day on the beach And when the evening comes You can take your loved one Out to a barn dance or just stay in town Before the Swedish summer How lucky we are to have it We always have something to look forward to How I miss the summer It will soon be here Think how warm and nice we have it here in our country Green meadows, sun and sea You can take off your clothes You can lie and rest all day on the beach Soon it will be here again The warm, beautiful summer Then all the green things grow and the sun shines on our country Before the Swedish summer How lucky we are to have it We always have something to look forward to Before the Swedish summer How lucky we are to have it We always have something to look forward to Before the Swedish summer How lucky we are to have it...
Last Time I Saw Him Composer(s): Michael Masser - Pam Sawyer Performer(s): Diana Ross; Dottie West
Last time I saw him He sweetly kissed my lips Last time I saw him He said: "I'll be back for more of this" Last time I saw him We were crying at the bus I knew he hated leaving But he had to set us up
I gave him money I know I invested well Mamma doesn't trust him But he loves me I can tell
Each time the greyhound Arrives at nine o' clock But I don't start my crying 'Till that last man's gotten off
Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was greyhound-bound But I'm still waiting here Without a fear That bus will someday turn around
I had no letter It's been six months, maybe better I try forgetting him But I love him more then ever
I have decided I've waited long enough If there was nothing wrong He would return right on that bus
There must be trouble So I'm leavin' on the double If he can't get to me I know he needs me desperately
Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was looking fine And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry I'm coming back, no rain or shine
Last time I saw him Last time I saw my honey Last time I saw him He was greyhound-bound And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry I'm coming back, no rain or shine
La de da, la da do Do la da da, da da da
Last time I saw him He was looking fine And as he waved goodbye He said don't cry I'm coming back, no rain or shine
Before The Parade Passes By Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
Before the parade passes by I'm gonna go and taste Saturday's high life before the parade passes by I'm going to get some life back into my life
I'm ready to move out in front I've had enough of just passing by life with the rest of them with the best of them I can hold my head up high
I've got to go again I've got to drive again I've got to feel my heart coming alive again Before the parade passes by!
Look at the crowd up ahead Listen and heard that brass harmony growing Look at the crowd up ahead Pardon me if my old spirite showing All of those lights over there Seems to be teeling me where I'm going
When the whistles blow And the cymbols crash And the sparklers light the sky I'm going to raise the roof I'm going to carry on Give me an old trombone Give me an old baton Before the parade passes by
Before the parade passes by Listen and hear that brass harmony growing Before the parade passes by I'm going to get some life back into my life I'm ready to move out in front I've had enough of just passing by life
When the whistles blow And the symbols crash And the sparklers light the sky I'm going to raise the roof I'm going to carry on Give me an old trombone Give me an old baton Before the parade passes by.....!!!
Last Time Composer(s): Annie Lennox - David A. Stewart - Steven VanZandt Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds
Where does the time go baby? Seems like when I got here you were still a child Listen to me baby I would let the tears fall but that's not my style
Next time I see you we'll be older And we'll be changed in ways we might not even see And we may grow apart instead of closer That's why tonight means everything to me
This may be the last time Let's make it the best time May be the last time Let's make it the best time
Look at me baby I wish I could answer all the questions in your eyes What matters baby Is that we look around and be proud of how we spent our lives
Listen baby -I didn't get here by complaining And I'll be leaving the same way that I came In you I saw myself and for that I'm grateful I'm gonna make sure you remember my name
This may be the last time Let's make it the best time May be the last time Let's make it the best time
Next time I see you we'll be older And we'll be changed in ways we might not even see And we may grow apart instead of closer I just want to thank you for being here for me
This may be the last time Let's make it the best time May be the last time Let's make it the best time
Before The Next Teardrop Falls Composer(s): Venna Keith; Ben Peters Performer(s): Freddy Fender
If he brings you happiness Then I wish you all the best It's your happiness, that matters most of all But it he ever breaks your heart If the teardrops ever start I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls Si te quiere de verdad Y te da felicidad Te deseo lo mas bueno pa' los dos Pero si te hace llorar A mi me puedes hablar Y estare contigo cuando triste estas
I'll be there anytime you need me by your side To drive away every teardrop that you cried
If he ever leaves you blue Just remember, I love you And I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls And I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´ And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty That Stuff Ain't Real"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown
So grab your rose and ring side seat We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
And underneath, the black light Underneath it all Four and forty redheads meet Come to doom 'til the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif Their lips apart like a swollen rose Their tongues extend, and then retract A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss
Doors like flint and window panes An endless shadow bar The owner's boys have gone to work To stop big deals behind the bar
While outside on the turnpike They got this new hit tune Where thrills become as cheap as gas And gas as cheap as thrills
One thrill and mundane here at last Expect the cross one more Lecherous invisible Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws Still ripe and fully bloomed A rose that's not from anywhere That you would know or I would care
And the owners boys act most cheerfully Back home at Conry's bar When their patrons' thoughts at last Grow too big for their skulls
And awful things are happening We've let this drama fold And now the time has come at last To crush the motif of the rose
So grab your rose and ring side seat We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my suzy, my suzy Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
