Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Quite Rightly So Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum
For you (whose eyes were opened wide
whilst mine refused to see) I'm sore in need of saving grace Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat Where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry
An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say For those too sick, too sick to see Though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me
She Never Spoke Spanish To Me Composer(s): Butch Hancock First release by: Joe Ely - 1977 Covered by: Texas Tornados - 1990 Bill and Bonnie Hearne - 2000
I met her in old Mexico She would live in sad and young This smokey room where no one could see
Her favorite poets all agree Spanish is a lovin' tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me
She was born in Monterey And all the Christmas songs were sung Padres knew what she would grow up to be
Saints and sinners all agree Spanish is a lovin' tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me
Like a lion screamin' in the jungle low She'd never fool with things she couldn't see She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow But she never spoke Spanish to me
She siad if you're from Texas, so Where's your boots and where's your gun Well, I got guns that no one can see
Well, after that we both agreed Spanish is a lovin' tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me Well, she never spoke Spanish to me
Quits Composer(s): Bill Anderson Performer(s): Bill Anderson
We couldn't call it love
'cause it really wasn't love anymore Yet we couldn't call it hate cause there's no way to hate Someone you've loved so much before We couldn't call it livin' cause it wasn't still alive We couldn't call it dead cause it refused to die We ran out of anything to call it so we called it quits Quits quits we called it quits it sounds like the easy way out but oh when it hits The longer you live with someone you can't live with the harder it gets We called it magic then we called it tragic finally we called it quits It's always been harder to fall out of love than fall in I don't know where I'm goin' but I doubt if I'll ever forget where I've been We couldn't call it happy though it was for a while We couldn't call it sad cause it taught us both to smile For luck for a better word to call it we called it quits Quits quits we called it quits it sounds like the easy way out but oh when it hits The longer you live with someone you can't live with the harder it gets We called it lovely then we called it lonely finally we called it quits We called it magic then we called it tragic finally we called it quits
She Never Said A Solitary Word Performer(s): Foy Willing & The Riders of the Purple Sage
I was ridin' 'cross the prairie The prairie far and wide When I saw a gal come riding And I rode up very closely by her side
But she never said a word Not a solitary word She never said a solitary word I took her many charms Held her closely in my arms But she never said a solitary word
I said, "Ma'am The way you kissed me I'll remember all my life And I want you for my everlovin' wife"
But she never said a word Not a solitary word She never said a solitary word I took her many charms Held her closely in my arms But she never said a solitary word
On the day that we got married I was happy till I saw Pearly teeth upon the dresser And her wooden leg was holding back the door
But I never said a word Though she chattered like a bird I never said a solitary word I just saddled up old paint And I got to where she ain't And I never said a solitary word
Quitter L'Enfance Composer(s): Maxime le Forestier; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Un rien te fait rougir Comme un feu de brindilles Et tu hais les familles Comme j'ai pu les hair
Un rien te fait rougir Et tu voudrais changer Le sens du verbe aimer Sans les mots pour le dire
Je lis ton innocence Dans le noir de tes bas Tu peux quitter l'enfance Ton enfance Ne te quitte pas Tes lèvres se colorent Maintenant que tu veilles Et tes poupées sont vieilles Maintenant que tu sors
Maitenant que tu danses À chacun de tes pas Tu peux quitter l'enfance Ton enfance Ne te quitte pas
Je ne peux rien te dire Je n'ai pas été fille J'ai hai les familles Comme tu peux les hair
She Never Met A Man (She Didn't Like) Composer(s): Dolly Parton Dolly Parton
I know you think you love her and you're making plans to leave But I must tell you something I just hope you'll believe I know it isn't real love that you see in her eyes Cause she's never met a man she didn't like And you're no different from the others A new acquaintence in the night You mean no more to her than all the others she's held tight But I know she's convinced you it was love at first sight But she's never met a man she didn't like
I must let you go but I want you to know That I love you please don't let her ruin our lives For there'll be other men and she won't want you then She's never met a man she didn't like
I must let you go but I want you to know That I love you please don't let her ruin our lives For she'll have other men oh and she won't want you then Cause she's never met a man she didn't like Oh no she's never met a man she didn't like
Quizás Le Dancen Los Cuervos Composer(s): Léon Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco
Cuando tu vida te pida unas tristes melodías que el viento mudo las lleve para que otros también se enteren
Es que hay tanta gente que por mas que uno los lustre nunca su brillo se verá en su mente Es que hay tanta gente que por mas que uno le explique nunca su rabia se convertirá en pena Ay, adentro, si se vieran adentro quizás le dancen los cuervos
Cuando tu nombre desprecie lo que pase por enfrente es que un pedazo de tierra se está muriendo de verguenza
Es que hay tanta gente que no mira ni a los ojos mezcla de poca suerte, broncas y odios
Es que hay tanta gente que se siente despareja hacen que otros cuelguen de sus condenas
Ay, adentro, si se vieran adentro quizás le dancen los cuervos
She Never Heard Me Call Composer(s): Graham Russell; Rex Goh Performer(s): Air Supply
One warm night I fell in love The air was still the words would flow We knew each other oh so well And though just met you'd never tell
Sometimes we're just lonely hearts That ride upon a floating card Prepared to live those sleepless nights For precious time in paradise
And now I find the future's gone The reasons that I had to carry on are gone I tried for it all She never heard me call at all
There's no regrets we made the choice We listened to that silent voice That haunts you till you just give in And makes you like a child again
We drifted close then said good-byes Just reading well each other's eyes The world had turned while we stood still And held on to each other
And now I find the future's gone The reasons that I had to carry on are gone I tried for it all She never heard me call at all
And in between the right and wrong Is somewhere that sometimes you can belong I tried for it all She never heard me call And now I find the future's gone The reasons that I had to carry on are gone I cried for it all She never heard me call at all
She Moves Me Composer(s): Muddy Waters First release by: Muddy Waters - 1951
She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done She gotta pocket full of money, little doll don't try to help me though
She move me when she get drunk, then she say I'm not nowhere She call me a dumbbell, she tells me I'm nothing but a square She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done She got a pocket full of money, the little girl don't try to help me though (What kinda woman is that?)
She move a crazy man, who say now I'm not so dumb I take her to a funeral boy, the dead jumped up to run She look at a deaf and dumb boy, said now I can speak She shook her finger in a blind man's face, once I was blind but now I see She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done She gotta pocket full of money, the little girl don't try to help me though
Qu'on Est Bien Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Juliette Gréco
{Refrain:} Qu'on est bien Dans les bras D'une personne du sexe opposé Qu'on est bien Dans ces bras-là Qu'on est bien Dans les bras D'une personne du genre qu'on n'a pas Qu'on est bien Dans ces bras-là
C'est la vraie prière La prochaine aime le prochain C'est la vraie grammaire Le masculin s'accorde avec le féminin
{au Refrain}
Certains jouent quand même Les atouts de même couleur Libres à eux moi j'aime Les valets sur les dames les trèfles sur les curs.
{au Refrain}
Les creux sur les bosses Tout finit par se marier Les bons sur les rosses Et même les colombes avec les éperviers
{au Refrain}
Qu'on est bien Dans les bras D'une personne du sexe opposé Qu'on est bien Dans ces bras Là
My young love said to me: My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
Then she stepped away from me, and she moved through the Fair And so fondly I watched her move here and move there At last she turned homeward, with one star awake As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in And so soft did she move that her feet made no din She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
She Means Nothing To Me Composer(s): Sunny David Performer(s): Phil Everly & Cliff Richard
Well here she comes now I'm on the run now Pretending just pretending that I don't see her
Just to teach her but Darlin' How much longer can I keep on living this lie? She means nothing to me she means nothing to` me
I'm still as free as a bird don't care what you heard about me She means nothing to me - no more She's my world not just some girl
Harder it's getting harder to fool anyone not just her But I act like a man she'd expect me to: No tears win her respect Who am I fooling if I can't fool me? Who believes what their eyes don't see? But I keep on lying She means nothing to me she don't she means nothing to me. . . . All my dreams are depending on her and how good I'm pretending that She means nothing to me nothing she means nothing to me . . . She means nothing to me she don't she means nothing to me . . .
Qu'y A-T-Il De Changé? Composer(s): Serge Lama; Yves Gilbert Performer(s): Marie Laforêt
Un carillon ding dong Fait un peu de ping pong Dans l'espace léger Les cloches se répondent Aux quatre coins du monde Qu'y a-t-il de changé?
Un soleil blanc là-bas Ajoute un zéro à L'addition de l'été Il fait beau dans la tête Des gens de la planète Est-ce l'éternité?
Un Pierrot fou d'amour A cent fois fait le tour Du monde en cerf-volant Il fait tourner les tables Il a l'air d'un bon diable Sous son air insolent
Les enfants ont du cur Ils font pousser des fleurs Autour de leurs cerceaux Rien qu'en faisant la ronde Ils bâtissent un monde Où les enfants sont beaux
Tous les chasseurs d'antan Jouent à tuer le temps Plus jamais de vautours Les gibiers de potence Ont mis leur insolence Au compte de l'amour
Tout ceci n'est pas vrai C'est un mauvais portrait Eh bien ma foi tant pis Puisque le jour se lève Et dessine mon rêve Aux formes de Paris
Car le monde est au fond Au fond au fond au fond Comme dans les chansons Et les jours où il pleut Quand le ciel est moins bleu Y a qu'à fermer les yeux
She May Have Seen Better Days Composer(s): James Thornton Performer(s): George J. Gaskin and multiple other artists
While strolling along with the city's vast throng On a night that was bitterly cold I noticed a crowd who were laughing aloud At something they chanced to behold
I stopped for to see what the object could be And there on a doorstep lay A woman in tears from the crowd's angry jeers And then I heard somebody say
She may have seen better days when she was in her prime She may have seen better days once upon a time Though by the wayside she fell, she may yet mend her ways Some poor old mother is waiting for her who has seen better days
If we could tell why the poor creature fell Perhaps we'd not be so severe If the truth were but known on this outcast alone Maybe we would all shed a tear
She was once someone's joy, cast aside like a toy Abandoned, forsaken, unknown Every man standing by had a tear in his eye For some had a daughter at home
She may have seen better days when she was in her prime She may have seen better days once upon a time Though by the wayside she fell, she may yet mend her ways Some poor old mother is waiting for her who has seen better days
The crowd went away, but I longer did stay For from her I was loath to depart I knew by her moan, as she sat there alone That something was breaking her heart
She told me her life, she was once a good wife Respected and honoured by all Her husband had fled ere tney were long wed And tears down her cheeks sadly fell
She may have seen better days when she was in her prime She may have seen better days once upon a time Though by the wayside she fell, she may yet mend her ways Some poor old mother is waiting for her who has seen better days
She May Call You Up Tonight Composer(s): Michael David Lookofsky; Steve Carmelo Martin First release by: The Left Banke - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
I've been telling lies I never knew all to keep that girl away from you but she may call you up tonight then what could I say that would sound right
Thoughts that raised my mind just pushed aside all the chances there that we once had but she may call you up tonight then what could I say that would sound right
And when I'm crying yes I know my mind is flying to a place where there's no trying but she may call you up tonight
I've been telling lies I never knew all to keep that girl away from you but she may call you up tonight then what could I say that would sound right
but she may call you up tonight then what could I say that would sound right then what could I say that would sound right
She May Be Composer(s): George Kooymans Performer(s): Golden Earring
She may be The girl you're holding tight She's the one I cried for every night I warn you friend It must be soon And she will say goodbye Just like mine Your arms and veins Will fly in the sky One thing I know for sure This happened once before She'll turn her back on you And take me in her arms again She may be The girl you're holding tight She's the one I cried for every night Now she's the kind of girl Who always flies around But someday soon she'll see it That I'm the only real love That mine's the only real love That mine's the only real love
She Made Toothpicks Of The Timber Of My Heart Composer(s): Sammy Mysels; Dick Sanford Performer(s): Homer & Jethro
Fer a backwoods gal was she And fer choppin' down a tree She was handy with an ax and she was smart Oh but I should have passed her by When she waved and hollered hi She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Well when whe promised to be mine I cut ninety logs of pine For a little cabin in our world of hearts All our dreams were heaven bound Till she tore that castle down She made toothpicks of the timber of my heartx
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart Like a buzzsaw rips a pole She made sawdust of my soul She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She was tall and she was limber And for timber she was fine But her lips were poison oak and turpentine She was cute and I was green Yes my darlin' lumber queen Twined me 'round her finger like a clingin' vine
Now I hang around the shack Jist a lonesome lumberjack Mighta knowed her heart Was wooden from the start When she snatched away her charms There were splinters in my arms She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart When she rolled me down that hill And she run me thru the mill She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
