Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Massachusetts Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Luckey Roberts Performer(s): Anita O'Day and various other artists
When the porter yells Massachusetts I'll be there with bells, Massachusetts Homesick as can be, Massachusetts Only place for me, Massachusetts Got a special date With that New England State
How my heart will knock, Massachusetts To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts Want to roam around, Massachusetts In Nantucket town, Massachusetts I can hardly wait I hope the train ain't late
You can't guess how much it means for me to be there Childhood friends and childhood scenes for me to see there
`Neath blue skies above, Massachusetts With the one I love, Massachusetts Just like Jack and Jill, Massachusetts We'll climb Bunker Hill, Massachusetts Spread the news around I'm Massachusetts bound
As you walk to Lexington, you think of glory When those minute men were done, they left a story
Where they speak with ee's, Massachusetts Boston if you pleese, Massachusetts Where they can't say can't, Massachusetts And where Aunt meets Aunt, Massachusetts Spread the news around I'm Massachusetts, Massachusetts bound
Old Days Composer(s): James Pankow Performer(s): Chicago
Old days Good times I remember Fun days Filled with simple pleasures Drive-in movies Comic books and blue jeans Howdy Doody Baseball cards and birthdays Please take me back To the world gone away Memories Seem like yesterday
Old days Good times I remember Gold days Days I'll always treasure Funny faces Full of love and laughter Funny places Summer nights and streetcars Take me back To the world gone away Our good memories Seem like yesterday
Masquerade Composer(s): Charles Hart; Andrew Lloyd Webber; Richard Stilgoe; Mike Batt Performer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber
The Staircase Of The Opera House: (A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the opera ball The guests (whom we cannot yet see clearly) are in fancy dress A peacock, a lion, a dragon, Mephistopheles, a highwayman, a clown knights, ladies, an executioner M. André enters He is dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape Almost immediately M. Firmin arrives He is also dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape The two skeletons see each other and approach nervously)
André M'sieur Firmin?
Firmin: M'sieur André? (Each raises his mask to the other They recognise each other)
Firmin: Dear André, what a splendid party!
André: The prologue to a bright new year!
Firmin: Quite a night! I'm impressed!
Firmin: Well, one does one's best ...
André/Firmin: (raising their glasses) Here's to us!
Firmin: I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!
(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house The opera ball begins Among the guests are four carrying strange percussion instruments a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a triangle, bells Together they play weirdly throughout)
Chorus: Masquerade! Paper faces on parade ... Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade ... Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve ... Splash of puce ... Fool and king ... Ghoul and goose ... Green and black ... Queen and priest ... Trace of rouge ... Face of beast ... Faces ... Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round ... in an inhuman race ... Eye of gold ... Thigh of blue ... True is false ... Who is who ...? Curl of lip ... Swirl of gown ... Ace of hearts ... Face of clown ... Faces ... Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light ... in the sound ...
Raoul/Christine: But who can name the face ...?
All: Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds ... Masquerade! Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you! Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads ... Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies ... Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you! Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes ... Masquerade! Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you!
(The ensemble activity becomes background, as André, Firmin, Meg, Giry, Piangi and Carlotta come to the fore, glasses in hand)
Giry: What a night
Meg: What a crowd!
André: Makes you glad!
Firmin: Makes you proud! All the creme de la creme!
Carlotta: Watching us watching them!
Meg/Giry: And all our fears are in the past!
André: Six months ...
Piangi: Of relief!
Carlotta: Of delight!
André/Firmin: Of Elysian peace!
Meg/Giry: And we can breathe at last!
Carlotta: No more notes!
Piangi: No more ghost!
Giry: Here's a health!
André: Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!
Firmin: To the new chandelier!
Piangi/Carlotta: And may its splendour never fade!
Firmin: Six months!
Giry: What a joy!
Meg: What a change!
Firmin/André: What a blessed release!
André: And what a masquerade!
(They clink glasses and move off Raoul and Christine emerge She is admiring a new acquisition: an engagement ring from Raoul which she has attached to a gold chain around her neck)
Christine: Think of it! A secret engagement! Look - your future bride! Just think of it!
Raoul: But why is it secret? What have we to hide?
Christine: Please, let's not fight ...
Raoul: Christine, you're free!
Christine: Wait till the time is right ...
Raoul: When will that be? It's an engagement, not a crime!
Christine: What are you afraid of?
Christine: Let's not argue ...
Raoul: Let's not argue ...
Christine: Please pretend ...
Raoul: I can only hope I'll ...
Christine: You will ...
Both: ... understand in time ...
(Dance section, in which Christine, almost coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man But too many of her partners seem to be replicas of the Phantom and each spins her with increasing force Eventually Raoul rescues her and holds her tightly He whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads towards its climax)
All: Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Masquerade! Look around There's another mask behind you! Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads ... Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds ... Masquerade! Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you
Old Dan's Records Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; Mac Wiseman
Get out old Dan's records Get out old Dan's records We will dance the whole night long It's fun to play the old time songs If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud
Bring out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records I remember my Aunt Bea She'd dance with Dan till two or three If old Dan could see her now I know he'd shout out loud
Dig out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records We're all here, we've all got dates We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud If old Dan was with us still I know he'd come around
Get out old Dan's records Dig out old Dan's records Back to nineteen thirty-five The foxtrot, jitterbug and jive If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud
Get out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records High above the fireplace There's a smile on old Dan's face If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud If old Dan was with us still I know he'd come around
Mashed Potato Time Composer(s): Robert Bateman; Georgia Dobbins; William Garrett; Freddy Gorman; Eddie Holland Performer(s): Dee Dee Sharp and various other artists
(It's the latest) (It's the greatest) (Mashed Potato)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) a-Mashed Potato started long time ago (Wah-ooo) With a guy named Sloppy Joe (Wah-ooo) You'll find this dance is a-cool to do (Wah-ooo) Come on baby, gonna teach it to you
(Mashed Potato) Hear that groovy beat, now (Mashed Potato) Come on and twist your feet now Baby (It's the latest) Come on, honey (It's the greatest) Come on, baby (Mashed Potato) Mmmm Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
(Ooo) And then they dance just grew and grew (Wah-ooo) They looked for records they could do it to (Wah-ooo) They found this dance was a-outta sight (Wah-ooo) To, "When the Lion Sleeps Tonight"
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, a-wimoweht, a-wimoweht-a (Mashed Potato) Mmmm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (It's the latest) Ah-hahh, baby (It's the greatest) Come on, honey (Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) Now everybody is a-doin' fine (Wah-ooo) They dance alone or in a big boss line (Wah-ooo) Then they discovered it's the most, man (Wah-ooo) The day they did it to, "Please Mr. Postman"
(Mashed Potato) A-wait a minute, wait a minute (Mashed Potato) Deliver de letter (It's the latest) Come on, baby (It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey (Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooo) Well, they got with it more and more, (Wah-ooo) You ought to see 'em 'round the floor (Wah-ooo) The Mashed Potato took a long, long list (Wah-ooo) They even do it to, "Dear Lady Twist"
(Mashed Potato) Get up from your chair, now (Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eh (It's the latest) Come on, baby (It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey (Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mashed Potato) Aggggrrr, feel that groovy beat, now...
Old Coat Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti; Gerald Sears; Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary; Kayle Brecher
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
I look to the east, I look to the west A youth asking fate to be rewardin' But fortune is a blind god, flying through the clouds and forgettin' me on this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Silver spoons to some mouths, golden spoons to others Dare a man to change the given order Though they smile and tell us all of us are brothers never was it true this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Like some ragged owlet with its wings expanded Nailed to some garden gate or boardin' Thus will I by some men all my life be branded Never hurted none this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves Life is a hard road to travel, I believe
Máscaras Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Luce el rostro inhumano mil máscaras y farsas máscaras de sano amor máscaras de elegidos por dioses y por pueblos
Luce el rostro inhumano mil máscaras y farsas máscaras de doble faz máscaras de arrepentidos mortales vestiduras que van asesinando en la miseria larga la débil voz que brotó del hombre que nunca quiso ser máscara del hombre
Old Cheyenne Composer(s): Ian Tyson Performer(s): Ian Tyson; Tom Russell
The band would play the anthem And the clowns fell down in jest All the people saw again The winning of the west Our stomachs full of nothing And our hearts were full of hopes As we buckled on our leggings And we rosined up our ropes
And we started going down the road In the spring of '74 If I had me another trade I wouldn't ride them bulls no more Since Charlie died I tried to forget That day in old Cheyenne Betty leave your lights on darlin' I'm going to make it if I can
Cause it gets inside your blood It gets inside your mind The only way of life There ain't no other kind All my thoughts roll back to you I hope you'll understand Betty leave your lights on darlin' Going to make it if I can
The place that's known as Cheyenne Is called the daddy of them all The one our fathers sang about At the round-ups in the fall When Charlie drew that spinning bull Lord everything went wrong Got him in an ambulance Left me here to sing this song
And I've kept right on a going But I drink before I ride That bottle brings me courage I believe I'm damn near out of pride I think I'd get me a factory job If you'd help me make my stand Betty leave your lights on darlin' Going to make it if I can
Cause it gets inside your blood It gets inside your mind The only way of life There ain't no other kind All my thoughts roll back to you I hope you'll understand Betty leave your lights on darlin' Going to make it if I can
Mas, Que Nada! Composer(s): Jorge Ben Originally performed by: Jorge Ben Covered by various other artists
Mas que na--da sai da minha frente Eu quero pas---sar Pois o samba es-tá a-ni-ma--do O que eu que-ro é sambar
Es--se sam--ba Que é mis-to de ma-ra-ca-tú É samba de preto vel-ho Sam--ba de pre-to tú Mas que na---da Um sam-ba como esse tão le-gal Vo-cê não vai que--rer que eu chegue no fi-nal
Old Cape Cod Composer(s): Allan Jeffrey; Claire Rothrock; Milton Yakus Performer(s): Patti Page; and various other artists
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air Quaint little villages here and there You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like the taste of a lobster stew Served by a window with an ocean view You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you Miles of green beneath a sky of blue Churchbells chiming on a Sunday morn Remind you of the town where you were born
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Mas Tequila Composer(s): Gary Glitter; Sammy Hagar; Mike Leander Originally performed by: Sammy Hagar Covered by: Full Tilt; Shane Volk
All right now, here we go ... Now we're gonna tell you a little story About the way we like to party - take ya on a trip! Hit it! That's right I'm goin' way down south where the big blue agave grow Takin' a weekend trip down to Baja, Mexico! Where you can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice ... I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! She did a mean macarena to the funky cold medina Behind a body shot and three margaritas She'll drink it straight from the bottle, terra cotta jug From a boda bag coppin' a major buzz I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! Uno mas, bartender...one more...mas tequila! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Yo can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice! I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! One shot...Hey! more tequila! Two shots...Hey! que veneno! Three shots...Ay yi yi yi yi ... Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Mas Tequila! No mas, no mas ....
Old Brown Shoe Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): The Beatles; Gary Brooker; Dani; Marlowes; Stackridge; Leslie West
I want a love that's right Right is only half of what's wrong I want a short-haired girl Who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I'm steppin' out this old brown shoe Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same Now I'm telling you
Though you pick me up From where some try to drag me down And when I see your smile Replacing ev'ry thoughtless frown
So escaping from a zoo Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same When I'm with you
If I'll grow up I'll be a singer Wearing rings on ev'ry finger Not worrying about what they or you'll say I'll live and love and maybe someday, who knows baby You may comfort me (hey!)
I may appear to be imperfect My love is something you can't reject I'm changing faster than the weather If you and me should get together who knows baby You may comfort me
I know my love is yours To miss that love is something I'd hate I'll make an early start I'm making sure that I'm not late
For your sweet lip I'm in the queue Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same When I'm with you
I'm so glad you came here It won't be the same now when I'm with you
(Yeah yeah yeah) (Tu-la, tu-la-tu) (repeat and fade)
Mas Que Nada Composer(s): Loryn Deane Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Oariá raiô Obá Obá Obá Mas que nada Sai da minha frente Eu quero passar Pois o samba está animado O que eu quero é sambar Este samba Que é misto de maracatu É samba de preto velho Samba de preto tu Mas que nada Um samba como esse tão legal Você não vai querer Que eu chegue no final
Old Bones Composer(s): John Hadley Performer(s): George Burns; and various other artists
Old bones inside an old raincoat Old bones inside of old shoes Old friends at the hotel Come by to wish me well And keep me up to date on all the old news
Sometimes I have an old whiskey And I fall asleep in my chair And I dream that I'm a man Much younger than I am I bet you'd think by now that I wouldn't care
But I love life, I'd like to do it again Though I might not be much more than I've ever been Just to have the chance to turn back the hands And let my life begin Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
It's time for takin' it easy It's time for takin' it slow Old bones don't move so fast As they did once in the past Now if I have to run, I simply don't go
But I love life, I'd like to live it again Though I might not be much more than I've ever been Just to have the chance to turn back the hands And let my life begin Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
Más De Una Vez Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por reír donde debo estar llorando por llorar donde debo estar riendo por callar donde debo estar hablando por hablar donde debo estar callado por hablar en voz baja de la fe por hablar en voz alta del amor
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por no sentir respeto por las flores por derramar comida en los manteles por darle de mi alcohol a algunos niños por desnudar de prisa a mis mujeres Más de una vez no tengo diversión más de una vez no tengo invitación
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por correr donde duermen los enfermos por fumar en los palcos del teatro por hacerle una mueca a mi maestro por llevar la cicuta en el bolsillo desde que iba al colegio con un perro desde que me rompían la cabeza por hablar demasiado del horror y decirle asesino a un pescador
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Old Black Joe Composer(s): Stephen Foster Performer(s): Van Morrison; and various other artists
Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are toils Of the cotton fields away Gone to the fields Of a better land, I know I hear those gentle voices callin' me Old black Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin' Though my head is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low) I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away Gone to the fields of a better land I know I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
Todo lo que se me ocurre es decirte que lo siento que no sé lo que me pasa que es ridículo todo esto que me muero de vergüenza que quisiera estar muy lejos para no ver esa calma resignada de tu gesto
Te deseo de tal forma y desde hace tanto tiempo que al tocarte con mis manos atravieso por un sueño que me traba la cabeza como un nudo, como un freno como un muro transparente que me impide amar tu cuerpo
Más que un deseo eres una obsesión un espejismo más allá del amor
Tantas veces he soñado el instante de este encuentro tantas veces me deshice ocupándote por dentro tantas veces he sentido la marea de tu sexo que esta vez que no es mentira me parece que no es cierto
No contento con el fracaso me permito aún el exceso de aburrirte hasta el hastío con mis tópicos pretextos Para qué tanta teoría si está claro como el fuego... Aquí estás, desnuda, abierta esperando y... despierto
Más que un deseo eres una obsesión un espejismo más allá del amor
Old Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon
The first time I heard "Peggy Sue" I was 12 years old Russians up in rocket ships and the war was cold now many wars have come and gone Genocide still goes on Buddy Holly still goes on but his catalog was sold
First time I smoked guess what - paranoid First time I heard "Satisfaction" I was young and unemployed Down the decades every year Summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say man you're old Getting old Old Getting old
We celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas day And Buddah found Nirvana along the Lotus Way About 1,500 years ago the messenger Mohammed spoke And his wisdome like a river flowed Through hills of gold Wisdom is old The Koran is old The Bible's Greatest story ever told
Disagreements? Work 'em out
The human race walked the Earth for 2.7 million And we estimate the universe about 13-14 billion When all these numbers tumble into your imagination Consider that the Lord was there beefore creation God is old We're not old God is old He made the mold
