Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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So much for friendly conversation Simple advice between friends When you step between two lovers Theyre steppin out, youre steppin in Oh Lord ... here we go again Hey! Im in the middle, stuck here in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! diddle diddle it sucks here in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Id rather be right white conservative or Far left cult radical extreme I never learned to keep my mouth shut Just speak my mind every time Can I lay it on the line? Hey, Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Yea! Im in the middle, it sucks here in the middle Hey! diddle diddle, Im stuck in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Yea ... I cant stand the middle! Yea! Yea! Well this thing is killing me Im in the middle, it sucks here in the middle Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! Im in the middle, stuck here in the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Im in the middle, cant stand the middle In the middle, I cant stand the middle In the middle, I cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside
María Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein; M. Molina Montes Performer(s): Javier Solís (Originally performed by: Larry Kent)
María tu nombre es sagrado en mí María, María, María, María María tu nombre es sagrado en mí María, María, María, María María, María, María te llamas así vida mía igual que la mujer que dio forma de ser a Dios
María, tu nombre es destino de siglos lo gritan sin cesar la tierra el viento el mar y el sol Tu nombre más blanco que la blanca espuma disipó de mis noches la bruma, María te llamas así vida mía
Tu nombre más blanco que la blanca espuma disipó de mis noches la bruma, María te llamas así vida mía María, María, María
Well, when I walk, when I walk Walk my horse upon a hill Well, when I walk, walk, walk, walk Walk my horse upon a hill When I lay me down Will my lover love me still?
A dog is here A dog is there My dog he got three legs But he can't run
Well, when I thought, well, I thought When I thought you was my friend When I thought, well, I thought When I thought you was my friend But you let me down, ho Put my heart around the bend
A fly flies in A fly flies out Most flies they got three legs But mine got one
Well, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly When I fly above the clouds Oh, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly When I fly above the clouds You can knock me down, with a feather, yes, you could But you know it's not allowed
A dog is here A dog is there My dog he got three legs But he can't run
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none, uh, uh, uh My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none
3/4 Time Composer(s): Tony Joe White Performer(s): Ray Charles
I like enchilados and old El Dorados that shine And old friend the guitar and songs and women and wine They say that I'm livin too fast but I'm feelin fine (yeah) And I just keep easin along in 3/4 time Sometimes I get sideways and stay up all night writin songs They say it ain't healthy but somehow I keep goin on (I do) I write what I feel and don't care if the damn thing don't rhyme (no) Just gimme a C chord and play it in 3/4 time (got it)
Chorus: It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
So while I'm still kickin I'm gonna keep pickin my tunes I like what I'm doin and I hope it don't end too soon Cause all a my life there's one thing I keep hopin to find (yes) A woman who likes to make love in 3/4 time (be nice ya know)
Chorus: It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-cur-tendre, Margot-cur-gros Il suffit d'un refrain Air de guitare, pleurs d'arlequin L'enfant du Paradis Vient là pour oublier sa vie Plus c'est triste, plus c'est beau Et plus elle rêve, Margot cur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-chagrin, Margot-sanglot Il lui faut des regrets De belles amours contrariées L'enfant du Paradis Veut voir Colombine en folie Et voir l'ami Pierrot Pleurer avec Margot cur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-soupir, Margot-mélo Dans ma vie je n'ai rien Qu'un grand amour qui finit bien L'enfant du Paradis S'ennuie quand les amants sourient Tant pis pour le mélo Je t'aime... Tu m'aimes... Salut, Margot!
3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds Composer(s): Marty Balin Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Do away with people blowin' my mind Do away with people wastin' my precious time Take me to a simple place Where I can easily see my face Maybe baby, I'll see that you were kind Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with people laughin' at my hair Do away with people frownin' on my precious cares Take me to a circus tent Where I can easily pay my rent And all the other freaks will share my cares Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with things that come on obscene Like hot rods, pre-cleaned real fine nicotine Sometimes the price is 65 dollars Prices like that make a grown man holler 'Specially when it's sold by a kid who's only 15 Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Ik zat aan het ontbijt een beschuitje te soppen Toen zag ik opeens een klein autootje stoppen Het was een Peugeootje, zo groot, nee, iets groter Het stond naast mijn theekopje, vlak bij de boter En ja hoor, daar ging het portiertje al open En kwam een klein vrouwtje naar buiten gekropen Heel blond in bikini, een beeldig figuurtje Ze stond op m'n bord en ze vroeg om een vuurtje Ze zei: "Ik heet Margootje" En ik zei: "Hallo" Ze zei: "Nou daar ben ik dan, he" En ik zei: "Oh" Ik vroeg haar, uit wat voor een plaatsje ze kwam Ze zei: "Nou, wat dacht je, uit Madurodam"
Margootje, Margootje, ze klom op mijn broodje Ze trok aan mijn haar, ze zat op mijn mouw M'n kleine vriendinnetje, zo'n neussie, zo'n kinnetje Ze riep in m;n oor, o ik hou zo van jou Margootje, Margootje, in zo'n klein Peugeootje Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ze was wel erg lief, maar ze werd te aanhalig Ze wou mee in bad en dat vond ik schandalig Toen heb ik haar weggebracht in haar Peugeootje Naar Madurodam en ik zei: "Dag Margootje" Ik zette haar neer bij het AVRO-gebouwtje Ik zei: "Nou naar huis en wees een zoet vrouwtje" Maar 's avonds deed ik de broodtrommel open Daar zat ze weer achter de koek weggekropen O, had ik haar toen maar de deur uitgezet Ze wou in m'n bad en ze wou in m'n bed Zij werd erg ondeugend en ik schreeuwde kwaad "Jij Christine Keeler in pocketformaat"
Margootje, Margootje, in een klein pettycoatje Ze zwom in m'n bad en ze zat op de Vim Ze kroop in een laatje met zo'n klein behaatje Ze kroop in m'n binnenzak en fluisterde "Wim" Margootje, Margootje, kleine idiootje Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ik zei dat ik zoiets beslist niet meer wilde Ze beet in m'n teen en krijste en gilde En toen is ze weggegaan, boos en beledigd En daarmede was de affaire erledigt Maar het laatste nieuws dat ik van haar vernam Ze zit nu in de Begijnhof van Madurodam Ze draagt een zedig wit kapje, zo'n kleintje Ze is nu een kuis en een deugdzaam begijntje Maar soms kijk ik nog wel eens achter een vaas Ik kijk in het trommeltje met speculaas Ik kijk of ze soms in m'n zeepbakje is Omdat ik haar toch wel een klein beetje mis
Margootje, Margootje, ik riep je, ik floot je Ik zoek onder 't kussen, ik kijk in m'n hoed Ik zoek in de laatjes, in hoekjes en gaatjes Nou ben je verdwenen voor altijd, voorgoed Margootje, Margootje begijntje, Bardootje Margootje, Margootje Uit Madurodam
3:10 To Yuma Composer(s): Ned Washington; George Duning Performer(s): Sandy Denny & Johnny Silvo
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma And it's the only train left for me to ride on I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma I'll get my ticket now for my last time
They say the life of man is made up of four seasons And springtime finds him young and planting his grain And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain
The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden He has been humbled now, walking into the rain But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma And it's the only train left for me to ride on I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma I'll get my ticket now for my last time
Margie Composer(s): Con Conrad; J. Russel Robinson; Benny Davis Performer(s): Original Dixieland Jazz Band
You can talk about your love affairs Here's one I must tell to you All night long they sit upon the stairs He holds her close and starts to coo
My litle Margie I'm always thinking of you Margie, I'll tell the world I love you Don't forget your promise to me I have bought a home and ring and ev'ry thing for Margie you've been my inspiration
Days are never blue After all is said and done There is really only one Oh! Margie, Margie, it's you
You can picture me most ev'ry night I can't wait until they start Ev'ry thing he says just seems all right I want to learn that stuff by heart
My litle Margie I'm always thinking of you Margie, I'll tell the world I love you Don't forget your promise to me I have bought a home and ring and ev'ry thing for Margie you've been my inspiration
30 Days In The Hole Composer(s): Marriott Performer(s): Humble Pie
Roll my tape Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thirty days... Anyone doin' that one? I'm doin' that one
30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole
all right all right all right all right, yeah
Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese A dirty room and a silver coke spoon Give me my release, come on Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole That's what they give you 30 days in the hole I know
Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor It's got your head spinnin' round If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison It's gonna lessen your load
30 days in the hole That's what they give you now 30 days in the hole Oh, yeah 30 days in the hole All right, all right 30 days in the hole
What you doin' boy? You here for 30 days Get, get, get your long hair cut And cut out your ways
Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on You know it's so hard to please Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor You know you're jailhouse-bound
30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole Oh, yeah 30 days in the hole 30 days, 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole
Margherita Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante Covered by various other artists
Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare Perché questa lunga notte, non sia nera più del nero fatti grande dolce luna e riempi il cielo intero e perché quel suo sorriso possa ritornare ancora splendi sole domattina come non hai fatto ancora
E per poi farle cantare, le canzoni che ha imparato io le costruirò un silenzio che nessuno ha mai sentito sveglierò tutti gli amanti, parlerò per ore ed ore abbracciamoci più forte, perché lei vuole l'amore
Poi corriamo per le strade e mettiamoci a ballare perché lei vuole la gioia, perché lei odia il rancore e poi coi secchi di vernice coloriamo tutti i muri case, vicoli e palazzi, perché lei ama i colori raccogliamo tutti i fiori, che può darci primavera costruiamole una culla, per amarci quando è sera poi saliamo su nel cielo, e prendiamole una stella perché Margherita è buona, perché Margherita è bella
Perché Margherita è dolce, perché Margherita è vera perché Margherita ama, e lo fa una notte intera perché Margherita è un sogno, perché Margherita è il sale perché Margherita è il vento e non sa che può far male perché Margherita è tutto, ed è lei la mia pazzia Margherita, Margherita...Margherita...adesso è mia...
We fell in love and I made you the world I spent all my time tryin' to satisfy you, girl Just one thing that I can't figure out Closer I get, farther baby I am out
30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
The roof was leakin' honey where we live And I'm wonderin' what's that something that you won't give I started loving you but I gotta stop You got me mostly waitin' for that other shoe to drop
30 days, 30 days out You keep me six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Tried to talk about what's goin' on You just smile and tell me "Baby there ain't nothin' wrong" In your smile there's a sign in red It said "Thousand miles of hard road dead ahead"
30 days, 30 days out Yeah I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Margherita Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti; L. Driessen; H. Kooreneef Performer(s): Marco Borsato (Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante)
In de verte spreekt een stem Die ik herken van onze ruzies Over kleine misverstanden Over grote desillusies En ik hoor de kille klanken Van jouw ingehouden woede Maar wat kan ik meer dan janken Als ik dit niet kon vermoeden In een waas hoor ik je zeggen Dat je alles op wilt geven Dat je alles met je meeneemt Wat me lief is in dit leven En ik luister hoe jouw woorden Langzaam opgaan in de zinnen Die me treffen als een bliksem Met vernietigende kracht
Deze kilte maakt me gek En dit gevoel is angstaanjagend Maar je woorden malen verder En m`n ogen kijken vragend Waarom zei je mij niet eerder Dat je zo van me vervreemd was Waarom sprak je over liefde Als je nooit van mij gehouden hebt Ik verlies het van de wanhoop En ik voel m`n tranen branden En ik zou niets liever willen Dan m`n hoofd weer in jouw handen Maar wat tot een uur geleden Nog zo veilig heeft geleken Is `n hele grote leugen En `n kaartenhuis gebleken
Het is net of iemand anders In jouw lichaam is gekropen En ik heb niet eens gemerkt Dat ie naar binnen is geslopen Om jouw liefde uit te wissen En m`n wereld te vernielen Wil er niemand me vertellen Dat ik alles heb gedroomd
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It was just after dark when the truck started down the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas
He was a young driver just out on his second job And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits for everyone in that coal-scarred city where children play without despair in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day about thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John)
He passed a sign that he should have seen saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend." He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman who was waiting at the journey's end He started down the two mile drop the curving road that wound from the top of the hill He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot Just a few more miles to go then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights delights went through him His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down But the pedal floored easy without a sound He said "Christ!" It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide riding on his fear-hunched back was every one of those yellow green I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars clipped off thirteen telephone poles hit two houses, bruised eight trees and Blue-Crossed seven people it was then he lost his head not to mention an arm or two before he stopped And he slid for four hundred yards along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas
You know the man who told me about it on the bus as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head and he said (and this is exactly what he said) "Boy that sure must've been something Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas Of bananas, bananas, just bananas Thirty thousand pounds of Bananas, not no driver now, just bananas!"
Margaritaville Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watching the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strumming my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heal had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's my own damned fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know It's my owned damned fault
30th Century Man Composer(s): Scott Walker Performer(s): Scott Walker
See the dwarves and see the giants Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze Like a 30th century man Like a 30th century man Play it cool Like a 30th century man Like a 30th century man I'll save my breath and take it with me 'Til a hundred years or so Shame you won't be there to see me Shaking hands with Charles DeGaulle Play it cool and surrender up all you can Be a 30th century man You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man High, high Be a 30th century man Play it cool Be a 30th century man You can freeze Be a 30th century man Play it cool Be a 30th century man ??? See the dwarves and see the giants Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You play it cool And surrender off all you can Be a 30th century man You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You play it cool like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You can freeze And surrender off all you can Be a 30th century man
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...) Composer(s): Lou Bega; Pérez Prado; Zippy Performer(s): Lou Bega
Ladies and gentlemen This is Mambo No.5
One, two, three, four, five Everybody in the car, so come on Lets ride to the liqueur-store around the corner The boys say they want some gin and juice But I really dont wanna Beerbust like I had last week I must stay deep Because talk is cheap I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita And as I continue you know They are getting sweeter So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord To me flirting its just like sport, anything fly Its all good let me dump it Please set in the trumpet
Refrain: A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life A little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita is all I need A little bit of Tina is what I see A little bit of Sandra in the sun A little bit of Mary all night long A little bit of Jessica here I am A little bit of you makes me your man
Mambo No.5
Jump up and down go and move it all around Shake your head to the sound Put your hand on the ground Take one step left And one step right One to the front and one to the side Clap your hands once And clap your hands twice And if it looks like this Then you are doing it right
Refrain Trumpet The trumpet Mambo No.5
Refrain
I do all To fall in love with a girl like you You cant run and you cant hide You and me gonna touch the sky
32-20 Blues Composer(s): Skip James Performer(s): Robert Johnson
If I send for my baby, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come
Aha, baby, where you stayed last night Aha, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright
A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and Wave another day goodbye
Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches Stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows Up from the river there's no one to take her To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream Dream back to summer and hear how he tells her Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away Red is angry green is jealous That was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went west again
